Frustration! I knew exactly what I wanted to write about. There it was: original, crisp, insightful, profound, succinct. Qualities I'm not famed for; yesterday at spiritual direction, I described my efforts at articulation as being like trying to wrestle a pop-up tent into its carrying case.
And, would you believe it? It was a dream. Oh great, just great! My attempts to drift back to sleep didn't work. And before you ask, yes, I do keep a notebook and pen by my bedside. When I finally came to, Greenpatch cat had jumped up and knocked them to the ground. Maybe he knows something I don't.
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
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Some of Drayton Parslow's sermons are formed in much the same way, I believe. Or you'd think so, from the allusions to the Book of Revelation.
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