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Date: 04 August 2005 02:32:44
I have decided not to listen to that little voice of God that tells me each step to take. It's annoying - or rather it takes concentration and time and practice to listen to it. So I'm just going to sit whereever I darn well please.
I listened to the voice. I'm sitting in the middle of the cricket pitch. I'm sitting right on top of a crack that goes from one side to the other. I have one boot on one side of the crack, one boot on the other.
What does this mean?
I'm straddling two cultures?
I'm torn between two strands of Christianity?
I'm a bridge between two sets of people?
The only fertile ground in me is a crack in the concrete where the weeds grow through?
I've covered myself in concrete with only a crack showing?
I'm lying in the middle of a cricket pitch. I love it. I don't care what anyone thinks. And this is the thing about retreats - everyone is going to leave me alone, they're going to stay well away, 'cos they think I'm talking to God.