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Date: 20 September 2004 21:30:07
You'd have thought that including 'nasally challenged elephant,' 'oxy pads and Beatrix Potter in my last entry would have attracted some googlers. Not a sausage! And to add insult to injury little Miff informed me his oxy pads have gone awol. My blog for the 17th confirmed that they weren't a figment of my imagination. OK, who switched on overtype?!
The assignment has winged its way off into cyberspace. The Peter Rabbit tissues weren't needed for the final draft, thank goodness. I'm finding these more touchy -feely units a bit of a mixed blessing. For a start I find timetabling and churning out work far easier with the more trad, academically straightforward topics. And the family seem to be more respectful of your need to have P and Q when they know that you've a study on Ephesians to write, for example than say, reflections on the 'pritual disciplines that will help me in my walk with God.' Or it could be I'm making excuses! Anyway, although there's at least one more workbook based module I'd like to do, I'm wondering if for my own sake it'd be better to make the next unit one of the regular, churn out one essay a fortnight jobs. Plus no spritual entrails are involved at any point. (bother that overtype - what on earth's happening?).
And speaking of entrails, made a complete twit of myself on Sunday during one of those - 'get into small groups' sessions. In order to facilitate more shall we say 'spontaneous' praise (i.e. an attempt to get more folk praying than the one or two who always do), we'd been divided up into sections, given the images of Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and asked to come up with individual prayers. Now being determined not to compromise my new found integrity and to be 'myself,' I uncharacteristically leapt in and informed the other ladies in my group that I'd cop out as I couldn't cope with the concept of God as Father;only to be told I'd joined the wrong row; they'd been given the Holy Spirit! Terminal embarrassment! That's the last time I bring out my spiritual underpinnings (or lack of them) in public.