The week so far.
Keeping a blog is a bit like keeping a journal - in fact you could say it's the same thing. And both require time and attention.
This is, at the moment, in short supply. This is partly due to the general business of life, and then due to all thise things which compete for attention in the rest of life.
In short blogging has taken third or fourth or fifth place this week behind such delights (and I mean that without any sense of irony) as a day long training event on "Power and Influence" which I attended as part of the
Common Purpose program yesterday. I'm bound by the Chatham House Rule over what I can and cannot say, so I won't say too much, but I can recommend the course as a fine way to build contacts between the worlds of private companies, public service providers and the charitable sectors, as well as an excellent way of beginning to understand how our strengths can be complementary, rather than a source of friction.
I might do something on the
Chatham House Rule too at some point, which strikes me as an excellent framework for confidentiality that could benefit many church meetings.
Add to that spending Monday writing and chating on-line in the on-going creative project that is
Gwenthia happening at
The Tavern among my friends and fellow-travelers in the Role Playing Games community and it might explain my busy-ness.
Today also saw me entering aproper, real-life radio studio for the first time (as opposed to be interveiwed 'out and about' or over the phone) as I went to the studios of
BBC Radio Kent to record a serious of six "Thought for the Day"s to be broadcast next week at 7.50am. So if you're in reception range you can even hear what I sound like. I shall also try to post the relevant script on each day to match the broadcast.
(And as an aside it is horribly time-consuming having to write six two minute long talks. You could try it sometime as an academic exercise - see you never expected to be set homework by reading this blog, did you?)
But now I must prepare for the last task of the day - a dog-collared visit to (try) to explain what a request for infant baptism means to a mum and dad who're ready to take at least the first step and ask the scary vicar to try to start their little one (and possibly themsleves) travelling along the road to discovering just what "my Boss Jesus" is all about.
And that's a serious privelege and a golden opportunity. It is quite possibly the most important thing I might do this week.