Random

Sunday is a random day which never fails to surprise.

Church at Cragg had an outbreak of birthdays which resulted in 10% of the congregation having happy birthday sung to them... three if you're interested. One of them Joy is 95 and wasn't there I understand because she was recovering from her parties!

Mytholmroyd was... kind of stunning, just one of those days when God turned up for lots of people. The music was lovely, we communed in communion and the singing of To God be the Glory was only mired by the lack of tambourines! We also discovered that some of the stock of the fair trade stall had gone over date so we all ate too much cheap chocolate and biccies! To put a cherry on it Amos arrived to demonstrate new abilities sitting up and eating pretty much everything (at least putting everything in his mouth.)

Three O'clock saw youth group tonight and twelve of us trekked up to the top of Scout Rocks which is a large cliff opposite our house. After overdosing on chocolates and doing drugs, talking about them of course, a quick dash down the hill and to my Brother in Law's methodist church to take a random Celtic communion that included one of my Lenten oranges. It was lovely to be with this group of twelve disciples who were warm and gently Christian.

After a bit of discussion off to the pictures to see "Never let me go" which is very sad and poignant but ultimately life affirming.

Then it's a brief time sitting comfy with the family and I am about ready for bed.

A random day.

I quite like random.

Creativity always comes from the random.

God created the world from chaos...

He's still at it today.