Today however, I’m afraid it’s back to porridge. Sorry folks. But wait, – don’t go! I know my life is as exciting as a damp noodle. So I’ve upped my game. For two days only I give you: High Jinks! Drama! and..
CELEBRITIES! Well, celebrity.
Come Monday I shall return to my jigsaw. But this weekend looks a little different. Here’s why:
He’s in the Radio 2 final of what amounts to a ‘Preach-off’, with five others. (The feedback on Glen’s entry so far is ‘careful you don’t sound preachy’. Which doesnae bode well for Reverend Scriv.) The winner gets a slot on Radio 2 – but that’s not the half of it. They also get to meet -
It’s wonderfully, beautifully random. Every time I feel depressed, I have only to say the words ‘Vanessa Feltz’ and something in me starts to soar.
So that’s Sunday. But before Sunday, comes Saturday. And with it,
2. The London Women’s Convention, (where I’m giving my testimony).
If I was a normal human being, this would be fine. A normal human being would think, ‘hmmm..bit daunting, but not life-threatening’. I however, have a fear of :
a.) large groups
b.) large groups of women
c.) large groups of Christian women.
Don’t say it, I know. This is ridiculous.
It has nothing to do with the above and everything to do with my neuroses. I went to a girl’s school and since then I’ve concluded that they’re all witches in disguise. But at least there’s comfort in a shared nastiness.
With Christian women, I’m not so sure.
In my head, I picture a sea of fragrant femininity and godliness: crowds chanting Proverbs 31 and threatening me with (homemade) traybakes. I’ve got the nagging feeling that anyone who’s like me will be hiding at home – and not in the audience.
Meeting new people is hard. Meeting them in groups is harder. And meeting them in big groups and telling them you screwed up (and are still screwed up), is harder still. They’re going to judge me or be bored or just think I’m silly. Right?
The truth is that I’m talking to lots of lovely individuals.People who like me, just love Jesus.
The truth is that you can’t be a Christian without being messed-up. Maybe not like me, but messed-up, nonetheless.
Here’s what I think:
You come to Jesus because you don’t have the answers.
You come to Jesus because you can’t do it alone.
You come to Jesus because He loves you and accepts you and declare you beautiful in His sight.
Because in Him you can stand and not be ashamed.
And because He is news worth sharing.
that said, please pray I don’t throw up or do a runner.