A couple of nights ago I dreamed that Donald Trump was selling me something and he tried to diddle me out of my change!Share this post:
- A huge, dead rat on the street down from my flat.
- A man on a bicycle, hitting a submerged pothole and going straight over the handlebars into a puddle of dirty water.
- An old woman picking out food from a rubbish bin and storing it carefully in a plastic bag.
- The bus driver spitting out the window.
- A man playing a marimba.
- Neatly dressed Jehovah’s Witnesses beside their stand of literature.
- The street cleaner at the bottom of my street. I sure hope he got to the rat.
So a week or two back I had the usual conversation in a taxi.
Taxi driver: You’re not from around here.
Me: No, I’m from Scotland.
TD: So you like it here?
Me: Yes, I’m very happy.
TD: So no one has your heart?
Me: [thinking: I’m a missionary, I’d better make something of this opportunity] Well, God has my heart, I guess.
And the taxi driver took his hands off the wheel and gave me a round of applause!Share this post:
Over Christmas I read an interesting book called The Good and Beautiful God by James Bryan Smith.
It is a kind of discipleship course with practical exercises, one of which is simply to stop hurrying.
Last Friday I was packing up at the end of the day and I was hurrying because the city gets busier later in the day and I wanted to get home to rest. Just then, I remembered the book and I deliberately slowed down, washing my cup with care, leaving my desk nice and tidy, and switching the photocopier off.
I left the office a minute or two later than usual and as a result bumped into a friend from the seminary who told me about a ministry that might be interested in buying our materials.
So slowly does it, from now on.Share this post:
Not through the window of a taxi but online.
The FARC rebels’ final march.
Spare these men and women a thought (whatever your views on the rights and wrongs of the peace deal).
They are marching toward a very uncertain future in civilian life and as participants of mainstream politics.
The last time a left-wing group tried to enter mainstream politics, in the 1980s, between 3500 and 5000 of its members were murdered by right-wing death squads.Share this post: