…the bloomin’ obvious!
This is our dawg. he’s called Morecambe (after Eric) He’s not called Malcolm. Do you hear me mad man on the park with a carrier bag full of Stellas? Morecambe – not Malcolm! You find him here doing his favourite thing (other than baiting Lucy – our other dog). Sometimes Morecambe is extraordinarily intelligent. If the phone rings when one person is out of the house, Morcs will run to the front door in full on hysterical mode because he is sure that someone will be leaving to taxi the missing person home. (Morcs doesn’t like it when people leave Hargreaves Towers. Actually, he doesn’t like it when people arrive at Hargreaves Towers. He is very much in favour of the status quo) Sometimes though and it pains me to be so rude – he is incredibly stupid. He must know that getting too close to the fire, although very pleasant for a while, can often be quite painful. As it is a real, living fire with real wood/coal on it, it does bite back occasionally and spit out a red hot ember. This is not really a problem as long as we are in the room to keep an eye on it or as long as you are not a Jack Russell with your big, black cute nose far too close to the fire. then it makes him yelp. Big time. The thing is, it doesn’t seem to matter how many times we warn him, how many times it happens and even the little singe marks he gets on the end of his nose don’t seem to make a difference. When he is in full fire mode, all common sense goes out of the window.
*writer moves almost seamlessly to heavy duty Christian point she wishes to make*
Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the centre of your life.
- Even though I know – not suspect – know that worry makes no difference at all to anything that happens to me. I still insist on taking all my life’s circumstances and chewing them all over until they have eaten away at all logical faith and thought.
- I have seen enough in my past to know that God listens to and answers prayer – never in my timing and rarely as I expect but I am never ignored.
- Combining these two facts means that I know that a problem given to God will not be forgotten, God has the capability and the heart to deal with anything that life throws at me and that he is therefore far better positioned to deal with everything I worry about.
- I am meant to give these things to God leaving me with peace to get on with my life
Yet, like a little dog who refuses to take note of what is good for him, no matter how obvious past experience may make this, I continue to make life more difficult for myself than it needs to be (and Lord knows, it’s difficult enough anyway)
It’s a massive blessing – massive I tell you! Yet will I ever be brave or mature enough to take advantage of it? Is it just me? Seriously, I do my own head in sometimes.
Event of the week. I expect when Catherine Middleton writes that she has stuff like “met Elton John” (obligatory for Royalty it seems) or “Tried on tiara”. My event was – “I fell over.” Big time. I fell on my face and unusually for me, this is not an exaggeration. I would put a photo up but Nightmare on Elm Street probably has the copyright on that face. Also, hurt shoulder, knees and ruined trousers and just for added value, managed to do it in front of row of ten teenage girls having photo taken before night out. Many were so horrified by my bloody visage that they actually ran away in horror as I staggered to my feet, trying to say comfortingly “I think it looks worse than it is.” (It didn’t) Head of House is threatening to only allow me out if I am carrying banner saying. “I have not been thumped. I fell over. Outside. There are witnesses.” In case anyone cares. It hurt actually. Quite a lot.
This last bit this week isn’t big or clever so if you want to ignore it or are more mature than me, then stop reading now. My friend and yours Prof Dawkins went on the Radio this week to announce that a survey had found that many people who profess to be Christians do not believe in many areas of the Christian faith and some couldn’t even name the first book of the New Testament. (Is this supposed to be news?) Anyway, using that logic, as the country’s leading atheist and evolutionist the Prof would easily be able to remember the full title of Darwin’s Origin of the species wouldn’t he? Rev Giles Fraser called him out on it. Enjoy first then you can be sorry later. If you want to.