I am late. I thought of trying to pass this off as deliberate so I could write happy thoughts to you on what might be the most depressing day of the year, Black Monday. Apparently, we have staggered through three Mondays since Christmas and therefore cannot possibly carry on any further. (Although I’m not sure that it qualifies because, although it is the third Monday of the month, the first Monday was New Year’s Day when all was happy and bright etc so does that count?) Anyway, I have enough on my plate without trying to be depressed because it is Black Third Monday or some other ridiculous thing.
It is cold and dark here. I’ll be honest, I was finished with Winter as soon as Christmas passed. I don’t see the attraction personally. I understand that, underground, new life is forming etc etc but these are thoughts too wonderful for me; especially when I can’t find my gloves in the bottom of my bag and my knuckles are blue.
Speaking of thoughts too wonderful for me, our chief vicar – I am not sure of the terminology when it comes to C of E team ministry – spoke very well on Sunday about worry. He quoted, among other things, Psalm 131 which talks about
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
I’ll be honest, this used to do my head in a bit when I was young and luscious and rebellious. It always sounded a bit “There, there little girl, don’t bother your pretty head with the big complicated , manly things.” I suspect it probably says more about the church that I attended rather than the way God saw things.
However – Chief Vic talked about us mentally grabbing back the things that God – being God – was better at looking after and then worrying about things that we were never meant to be dealing with anyway because we are just people; loved and precious people but people nevertheless. And I thought “yes”. There are things I am not meant to be taking on. I can pray but God makes things happen or decides on outcomes which, surely if I trust him and the idea that he is quite keen on me, should be the best outcomes.
The verse is better for me in the Message
God, I’m not trying to rule the roost,
I don’t want to be king of the mountain.
I haven’t meddled where I have no business
or fantasised grandiose plans.
It did me a bit of good on Sunday. When I asked HOH if he had enjoyed it, he said he had been too distracted with some thing he had been worried about and the sermon had got past him a bit. I think – Mes Braves – that there is a lesson there as well but I won’t spout the flamin’ obvious at you.
In other news, my Christian lady magazine has had a bit of a re-jig, which is nice. It’s all glossy now etc. I really am very fond of Woman Alive. It has good columnists, articles about normal Christian women and is sometimes more controversial than you would expect a magazine with lots of ladies wearing Christian type bobby-hats to be. It also manages to appeal both to me and also to Aged Parent who devours it and that is no mean feat as anything not delving in to deep exposition of Numbers can be considered a bit of a waste of time as far as she is concerned. If you want to have a look, you can go to the website and I think they will send you a free one. The one thing I’m not so keen on is the name of the thing. “Woman Alive” What does that even mean? “Woman Not Dead.” “Man Alive.” “Snakes Alive.” “Snakes on a Plane” It’s just bobbins nonsense words. Makes me think of us all sitting on bean bags singing “Bind Us Together.” Happy days then but maybe not really for now. It’s probably just me. I’m probably only jealous because I’m not in it.