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Doing What Matters...

I make no secret about it- this term I took on a whole chunk of lectures to make space for me to have real Sabbath time after Christmas, to do some writing and to chill out (and as it turns out buy vicar garb!).

So now is pretty busy.

And when its busy you find yourself having to make choices. You make choices about what you can and can't focus on. Today I think I might have made a bad choice. I was focused during baptism ecclesiology. I was focused during Paul's thinking about spiritual gifts. I was not focused during two and a half hours of hell. Not bad lecturing, just lecturing about hell. As in, is it about eternal punishment, annihilation, universalism: things that are really important to people in our parishes! And alas I was not on the ball. What do I choose?

(apologies for dodgy typo.. )

Comments

Lesley said…
"And when its BUSTY you find yourself having to make choices"

Love it!
10:52 pm
Ellen Loudon said…
fab typo...genius. xxx
6:09 pm
Anonymous said…
Also loving the bustyness...
10:44 pm
Jude said…
Errrr.. whoops.. (ironically Ron is just lecturing on everything being about embodiedness!)
Will edit
Jx
8:22 pm
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