I was humming a little song out in the garden this morning as I was putting in bedding plants with the enthuseastic assistance of some of the neighbourhood kids;-
“… and my desire is to have you near, Lord you know that you are welcome here… “
and the internal voice said “Really? What if I appeared as a bunch of grubby nine year olds talking incessant rubbish and spreading mud across the patio?”
Which reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend here the other day, who said “Evangelicals never tell so many lies as when they are singing”. Which caused me to smile ironically.
As for the kids, they’re fine really, we do encourage them to come, and we like the fact that they feel free to make themselves at home in our house. But there are moments when…