Last weekend I was taken by surprise. I turned up at a meeting before church under the pretence it was about becoming “more welcoming.” I brought along notes, I even brought along hot chips. It was a conversation I was ready for. But as I looked around the room, the people I had expected to be there weren’t and the whole thing just felt a little odd. And then it begun. Senior Minister: “It has come to our attention that some single adults…” [ability
As I waited in the shadows for two guys, a truck and a tree, I saw her. Unbeknown to the stress her visit caused my 9.5 hour day, she glanced up from her phone as she took a few more steps toward me. As the tree was
It was more like a passionate, endearing teacher at the dress rehearsal than Miranda Priestly in Devil wears Prada. A teacher who has promised the showstopper of the year, but the night before the curtains rise, the leads are still learning their lines, the sets come in too early and the musicians too late. But today, sitting around a square table in meeting room 2 it happened. The hands hit the table and all discussions stopped. “Everyone – I can not believe this! We are two