Lunch

Yesterday I had lunch with several Christian leaders and staff teams from across the town invited by Mission Shrewsbury.

It was great.

I got to sit by one of my favourite people in the group, a female curate from a local Anglican Church who is real quality. We had a brilliant discussion and it is really interesting how a different Church set up faces pretty well all the same issues we do. People are people, after all.

Then today I was invited to lunch by an Anglican vicar from a local Church, and we discussed a bit about local mission and got to know each other personally a bit better. It was great. it was really interesting to just chat about life a bit and find out what makes him tick.

I do wonder sometimes, whether away from all the disagreements, differing views and problems* we would do better if we just had a bit more lunch.

That is not to undermine our differences, but to secure our unity.

* I have not experienced any of those three within Mission Shrewsbury

Generosity

I don't really do speechless.

I am rather chatty. If anything I say too much, too quickly.

it was my birthday recently and a parcel arrived at the Church centre.

I opened it up and saw a "Wii" logo. I wondered why I would have a Wii accessory when I don't have a Wii.

But the box was really heavy, and as I turned it over it became clear it was a Wii. A black Wii with Wii sports resort and a motion plus controller.

I literally couldn't speak. I just stood there, like a right lemon. I sat down, still trying to work out what was going on.

I have wanted a Wii for ages. A seriously long time. I have played my friends, and even have gaming nights where people bring their own Wii to my house. I love Nintendo, and always have done. From the gameboy to the SNES, N64 and Cube I have grown up with MarioKart and others as the staple diet of what to do when having mates over.

So there we are. Rendered speechless buy a completely out of the blue, unjustified, unmerited and still slightly bemusing act of generosity. I am still a bit stunned to be honest.

Manflu

I don't like having manflu.

It is such a debilitating illness.

I don't like the way people think you are not really ill.

Be honest, you don't think I am really ill either.

If you are a bloke you are sweating because you remember how bad your last bout was.

If you are a girl you think I have a light cold and should stop moaning.

I think there should be more research into this energy sapping condition.

Until that point, just another half an hour before my next installment of paracetemol.