One of the great things about my life is that there are no ordinary days but I thought I’d tell you about yesterday, as close to an ordinary day as I can get.
I got up at 5.30 and left the house at 6.50. I made good progress on my way to work until the last leg of the journey. The bus was about half an hour late and I got to work late but just in time for our team prayer time at 8.20. After that, we had a meeting about the camps we plan to hold later in the year for our children’s club leaders. We had all come with proposal for the main topics for the talks we’ll give, and after some discussion we decided on “Discovering God in the Lord’s Prayer”. We were all sent off to investigate one section of the prayer and mine is “Our Father in Heaven.” (deadline for the first proposal: next Tuesday). Then we had a meeting to talk about plans to train people on the Coast to write our materials. By then it was 10.30. I did a little work on the revision of our training manual I am working on (deadline mid-June) and then put the final touches on the series we are working on, about the story of the people of Israel (deadline tomorrow). That takes me almost until lunchtime. After lunch I worked on my talk in the next series of lessons, about the life and teaching of Jesus (deadline today). My topic is the resurrection of Lazarus and the power of Jesus over death in John 11. Then I went to the seminary library to start work on Our Father. At 4pm we had a meeting to talk about a meeting we are going to hold with all the pastors of the churches which have one of our clubs. I am not going to travel to these meetings, which are going to be held the first week of June but I will help with some of the content, in particular, issues facing youngsters today. (Believe it or not, issues such as self-harm and cyber-bullying are present in the remote areas of Colombia) (Deadline 28th May). By then it is about 5 and I do another hour’s work on my Lazarus talk, which I get finished, thanks to a brilliant idea from one of my colleagues (a plastic cup as the tomb and Lazarus emerging, propelled by some sort of stick).
A good ordinary day.
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