On my way!

 

If all has gone well, I should be on my way back to Colombia

by the time you read this.

 

But the last time I tried to go this route (via Amsterdam and Panama),

the flight from Glasgow was delayed and I ended up arriving

about 48 hours later than planned.

 

Hopefully, things will work out this time.

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Cognition

 

Are you my Facebook friend or do you follow me on Twitter?

If so, did you notice anything odd

about the way I introduced yesterday’s blog post?

 

I wrote:

The UK Foreign Office advice for travel to Colombia is not for the fair-hearted.

 

Fair-hearted? Of course, I meant faint-hearted.

But did you notice?

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Travel Advice for Colombia you get from the Foreign Office

 

I couldn’t resist a wee peek at the UK Foreign Office travel advice for Colombia.

 

I like this line:

Despite high levels of crime, most visits to Colombia are trouble free.

More troubling is:  Earthquakes occur regularly in Colombia.

 

This sentence sums up the ambiguity of the political situation:

Colombia has a long, democratic history, but the country has suffered from internal armed conflict for over 40 years.

 

Worst of all:

In many rural areas the authority of the Colombia state is limited,

and the British Embassy’s ability to help British nationals in trouble in these areas will also be limited.

 

But we knew that already.

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I’m noticing a wee trend here

 

I have been meeting up with friends who work in various sectors

(education, health, banking) and virtually every single one of them

is facing poorly-managed, structural change in their work lives.

 

Listening to them, I’ve been thinking

that I’d rather face Colombia’s daily chaos

than live with that kind of uncertainty.

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Blepharoplasty

My respect for Colombian President, Juan Manuel Santos, has plummeted since I discovered that he had a blepharoplasty (that’s plastic surgery on his eyelids).

You can see the before and after pictures here (from left to right) and I can’t say it’s a big improvement, can you?

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Too cute!

I was talking to the children in my church at the weekend and I wanted them to grasp how amazing it is that we still know about Jesus all these years after he lived on earth and to get them to reflect on how that happened (answer: people passed the good news on).

So I asked: Who knows how long ago Jesus lived on earth, more or less? and a four-year-old voice suggested: Less?

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Serendipitous sentence

 

Just when I was thinking about children splashing in puddles,

I found this wonderful comparison in a short story called

The Metaphor is Dead – Pass It On by the late Carol Shields:

 

…like a capricious child who insists on placing a token toe in every puddle.

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Thanks so much…

 

…to everyone who came to Thursday evening’s meeting in Glasgow.

It was a fantastic encouragement to see so many people there.

 

If you are in Edinburgh, remember that I’ll be

recommissioned at St Thomas’ tomorrow, Sunday, 12th January,

at the morning service (10.30 am) and sent off with a nice Scottish tea

at 4pm on Sunday afternoon.

All welcome. Details of how to get there on the events page.

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Time

 

First it felt that September would never come,

the months ahead stretched out, elongated into infinity.

 

Then I landed in Scotland and time sped up:

a week, a month, almost half way already.

 

The end of the year approached and time slowed down again,

six weeks to go, that’s ages, it seemed.

 

Now it’s less than two weeks and each day

is so packed that it feels like a month.

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