When we got home we watched Waiting for Guffman which is the last in our Christopher Guest (of Spinal tap fame) trilogy . This time it was a satirical look at community theatre which is, of course, right up my street. Their were a couple of truly hilarious moments, none of which would be even mildly amusing if I tried to describe them here. Give it a watch.
Today was Sunday (just in case you missed it) and we went to church. Really appreciated the Pastor's sermon this morning. He preached on a passage from 1 Corinthians 1 about God not calling the wise but the foolish just so no one can boast in themselves. Particularly interesting given that just this morning this had been a Warden topic of conversation. Our musing? 'Goodness, Christians are a strange lot!'
When you look about the average church you really do see a mixed bag - rather amazing to think that God calls each and every one of them. I've always thought that Jesus' decision to go with impetuous fisherman Peter at al for disciples was an odd one, particularly given all those highly intelligent pharisees that seemed to hang about. But it seems that when you look back through history God chooses the most unlikely sorts - I mentioned a particular wrestler of note in the last post, but how about James Hudson Taylor, a small, ill sort of chap who devoted his life to the good folks in China or sweet hymn writer Fanny Crosby who was blind from a young age. In the nineteenth century this was a big deal! If I were choosing disciples I'd go for strong, good-looking types who could speak well in public. Shows what I know! A great sermon, as always.
We've had a very peaceful day topped off by some delicious asparagus bought from Doddington Hall cafe (we went on Friday night for their fish night - pretty spectacular as usual).
So tomorrow is the start of holiday week. I am working for a couple of days prior to departure but D is as free as a bird. I think he'll probably see what the weather is doing before he commits to anything. I'm busy working on a paper for a big conference hosted by Lincoln Uni English dept. It isn't until the middle of July but time is just going to fly by and I want to get on top of it. So that's tomorrow's job. Given all the Shawn Michaels' DVDs currently scattered over our lounge floor I will probably make a cuppa and watch another match before bed. HBK, HBK...