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Walking

I've said it before (Maybe not here but I have said it) that Jesus walked. And that matters..
I think even if Jesus had been in bodily form now he would have walked. Sorry car lovers.

The thing is, that Jesus, was about interacting with people... more difficult to do when you drive.

Let me expand..

I went to post some letters yesterday... I was knackered and I could have driven. It was tempting.. some of the post was even in the car. But for some reason I walked. I put some stuff in teh post box, waved at two people I knew, walked into school to drop off something else. Because I went in the pedestrian way I bumped into the caretaker, his son (who I teach), the lady who runs the out of school provision (who has been dying to get me to see what they do for ages), and one of the school office staff. No great shakes but good to say hi.

On the way back I stopped off to see the people I waved at before. Found out they needed a favour, I went to oblige, had a chat with the security guy, found out he is poorly and needs some prayer. Also saw the site manager, wished him well for his holidays.

Again nothing mindblowing, no-one fell at my feet asking how to be saved. But it was meaningful human interaction.. and all cos I walked.

It reminded me again of a need to slow down. My community is small.. walking round it is possible, and is so key to building relationships.

Hmmm.

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