Went down to church today to carry out several tasks that seemed to make little impact on the world, but hopefully had eternal consequences. Worked with Jenny on the social enterprise stuff, and how it could be used to benefit vulnerable people in the future. Also, got some keys cut for the first time, a less dramatic process than I imagined.
Slipped into a semi-coma when I got home, induced by an overconsumption of salted peanuts. I woke up, and was soon back on the straight and narrow, with the help of some yoghurt and a cup of tea. It was then time for the reemergence of the Native Indian album, while reading Isaiah. I really love that book, and could feel a sense of expectancy in the room. In chapter 38, a king says,
“I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
Lord, by such things people live; and my spirit finds life in them too.
You restored me to life and let me live.
Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish.”
This reminded me of the strange tension between God as a healer and tester, something we’re all too keen to run away from. Abandoning our cinema plans due to general tiredness, I went round to Jill and Lydia’s for stir-fry insanity, proving that friendships can continue after the end of routine. Our souls were connecting over Justin Bieber, but then my speaker ran out of battery. Watched The Age of Adaline; thought it was going well, until it started pulling out a few unnecessary coincidences.