This morning’s wake up call from the
UK came at 630 am so I had an early start to my Sunday. After listening to a
short synopsis of Cousin Ron’s week in Orpington, Kent I did try to doze again
but it wasn’t working so I figured it was better to get up and to have bit of
extra time before biking to church.

        In our continuing series highlighting notable
Bible figures, today the focus was on the mother of Moses. There was no
difficulty finding a good short video on the story of Moses in the Bulrushes,
which everyone enjoyed watching as we finished up our snack.
toddlers then went off to their room to make playdough Moses in yoghurt cup “baskets”
and Malachi and I worked on slightly more sophisticated models while discussing
the Ten Commandments and how, without the ingenuity of Moses’ mother, Moses himself
would not have been the vehicle via whom the Lord gave these core tenets to His
cleaning up and a short time of prayer we checked out the Moses page in our
newly acquired “Bible Detective” book until it was time to head back downstairs
for the closing of the Service.
   Then it was a quick sandwich and the ride
home, a whiffle around the garden (so dry! no rain at all in the past week) and
now some catching up on CTM work before assembling the ingredients for “Two Potato
Vindaloo”. This evening Steven Craig is bringing his MCF colleague, Steve Schalm
for dinner, as I have not yet met the “second Steven”!
week to come looks pretty full and will include the Consecration of our new
Bishop. I still seem to be catching up on last week’s work but in this quiet
hour I am also reflecting on the path I have trod in the past few days, hoping
I did not diverge too far from God’s plan, asking forgiveness for those times
when I’m sure I did and rejoicing over the small victories when things
obviously fell properly into place.

Monday was also the Feast of St. Matthew. For so many years that was our church’s
Patronal Festival and I was happy to find that my favourite modern day poet had
posted a sonnet for my favourite Saint. So I shall close with a link to this
thoughtful piece of poetry.