This is the text of a talk I gave in Durham Cathedral on Monday 25th March 2013. It is much longer than my normal posts.  So maybe make yourself a drink before you settle down to it.

Reading: Matthew 16.13-23

For some while I have been intrigued by the contrast between the way we talk in church and the way we talk the rest of the time.  This is obvious point to someone who is not often at a religious service and then for some reason appears at one.  They expect the talk to be of God, and spirit and for Jesus to be mentioned and for there to be hymns and other sorts of music together with a certain amount of standing up and sitting down, maybe even a bit of a kneel from time to time.  What they probably do not expect is for people to talk about ‘sin’ and ‘sins’ without batting an eyelid, as if the words were commonly used and universally understood.

As you know, neither is the case.  Francis Spufford in his book Unapologetic puts it like this:

Everybody knows.. that ‘sin’ basically means ‘indulgence’ or enjoyable naughtiness’. If you were worried, you’d us a different word or phrase. You’d talk about ‘eating disorders’ or ‘addictions’; you’d go to another vocabulary cloud altogether. The result is that when you come across someone trying to use ‘sin’ in its old sense, you may know perfectly well in theory that they must mean something which isn’t principally chocolatey, and yet the modern mood music of the word is so inconsistent that it’s hard to hear anything except and invocation of a trivially naughty pleasure.  (Spufford Unapologetic p26)

‘A trivially naughty pleasure’:  that’s more or less what people hear when we use the word ‘sin’.

One particularly sensitive arena of liturgical language is the baptism service.  Because baptism defines a person as a Christian it follows that the words of the service add up to a kind of collective definition of the Christian faith – an expanded creed.  This means that it serves something of a technical purpose for the church as a whole – the baptism service tells us who we are.  And yet the baptism service is that which is placed most clearly not in the heart of the church’s life or self-consciousness – but rather at the threshold, on the edge.  Most fonts are located, both conveniently and symbolically, near the church door.

When I was an incumbent we worked hard to develop the ministry of baptism to be meaningful for both the families who came and the regular members of the congregation.  Once a month the Sunday morning service was ‘baptism’ and we took time to reflect on it at PCC meetings.  One of my churchwardens had some interesting observations.  ‘They can understand what you are on about when you are talking to them’ he said, but when you start reading the service they are completely lost. For instance, where it talks about ‘dying to sin’ they all think it means, ‘longing to go outside for a cigarette’.

I think he was probably right. I now wish that I had kept the PCC conversation on that subject – ‘what do you think it means to ‘die to sin’?’ I expect it would have been quite an interesting discussion, uncomplicated by New Testament scholarship. If we had pursued the subject it is likely that someone would have talked about ‘original sin’ and someone else would have said they did not know what that meant and another should have said that it meant that unbaptized babies went to hell but that they did not believe any such thing and then someone would have said, ‘it’s twenty to nine’ and that would have been an end of it.

I say that not by way of criticism, but as a description about the way people approach such issues on planet parish. Most people have neither the time nor the energy or the capacity for a big philosophical discussion as part of, never mind anterior to, their participation in a life of faith and spirituality.

So as I see it we have a real problem of communication. To understand and participate in the Christian faith you have to be reasonably confident that you know what people mean when they use the word ‘sin’ or when you describe yourself as ‘a sinner’. And yet the words don’t seem to have any kind of serious meaning in ordinary language today.

I am curious about all this.  The word and concept of ‘sin’ are inescapable in Christianity, and yet the word is so far out of fashion as to be positively embarrassing. When talking with a priest about a situation I suggested that this was just the sort of consequence of sin that we should expect. He looked at me and said, ‘I don’t think any other sentence from you would have surprised me more’.

‘No,’ I protested, ‘sin is serious stuff.   We need to get more accustomed to speaking of it in everyday life, because unless we have an eye open for sin and are prepared to get some sort of understanding of what it is, and how it tends to work, and what its consequences are, and how it can be remedied, we are in a very gloomy place indeed. There is nothing sin likes more than to slip under the radar and go undetected.’

I still hold that view, but I am not at all surprised at the priest’s response to my introducing sin into our conversation.  It has become hard for us to imagine that the word will do any useful work.  We expect it to be a conversation stopper rather than to be a stepping stone to a better future. And this is what will not so.  If you take one thing from this series of talks, pick up the idea that the Christian faith means that sin is never the end of the story. What we mean by sin, at one level, is ‘that which can and will be redeemed by the God of love, mercy, grace, truth and peace’.  Holy Week and Easter are about what sin does to God and what God does to sin. It’s a real battle and yet sin does not get the better of God.  We can argue about what the enigmatic words of Jesus from the cross in John’s gospel mean:  the words translated, ‘It is finished’ or ‘It is accomplished’, but you can be sure it does not mean that sin got the upper hand. The cross and resurrection mean that sin does not win.

If you are going to take a second thing from these talks please make it this idea. While Jesus triumphed over sin, he did not destroy the reality of sin. Sin is alive and well and working on all sorts of projects in and around us: mostly, I suspect, undermining of Christ’s ministry and God’s mission, which are the only reasons for the church to exist.

And it is for this reason that it is worth thinking and talking about sin.  Sin is the source of misery of every conceivable kind. In particular, it is an engine of loneliness and a dynamo of destruction.  Sin erodes community and fellowship; it attacks love and friendship and creates fantasies of fulfilment and happiness which are the direct of opposite of wholesome and contented living.

And, just to underline the point, sin is going nowhere.  Christ has triumphed over sin and the church will not be vanquished, but we are all in for a struggle in our lives of faith and we may as well recognise that despite what we often think feel and say, the true struggle is not caused by those very difficult and unreasonable people who have different views and values to mine. Of course intra-church conflict, like inter-church conflict and inter-faith conflict, is painful and animated by sin.  But it is so rare in a conflict that one side is absolutely right and the other 100% wrong that it is a sensible working hypotheses to assume that there are always at least two sides to a conflict; that one person’s story, however convincing of their innocence and someone else’s guilt or stupidity or aggression or sheer bloody-mindedness, is never the whole truth.

The real struggle is not between good and reasonable us and bad and crazy them.  The true struggle is between grace and sin: and they are at war within us as much as around us.

I am not going to refer to many books in these talks but here is one. Simply called ‘Sin’ it is a series of lectures about the meanings that the word ‘sin’ took in the early church. The author, Paula Friedriksen, argues that ‘ancient ideas of sin… are, like all human products, culturally constructed’. (Sin P150).  She certainly manages to show a wide variety of understanding in her study of Jesus, Paul, various Gnostics and then Origen and Augustine. I found her contrast between Jesus and Paul especially illuminating. This is how she characterises them.

Jesus, she says, is interested in Jewish sin – breaking the 10 Commandments – and he teaches people how not to and what to do when they have – repent.  The coming kingdom is the home of repentant sinners, not those who have always kept the commandments.

Paul’s concern, on the other hand, is with what she calls ‘Gentile sin’:  idol worship which leads on to theft, adultery, murder and fornication.  The problem is not that people fail to obey the law of Moses, but that they run after false gods and this messes them up. But he also believes in universal redemption because in the end sin will be utterly defeated and its traces eroded.

We could spend the week examining these thumbnail sketches and exploring the territory they open up.  Let us rather take a brief look at what Fredriksen suggests about sin today. Recognising that the word is not much used reflects on people talk about their wrongdoing – whether criminal or otherwise culpable.

‘I am struck by the ways that ostensible acknowledgements of culpability minimize or even efface personal agency, thus responsibility.’ P147

For Friedriksen, sin has simply become ‘error’. She suggests that people do not say that they are culpable but that they have made a blunder. As she observes, responsible figures who have done wrong and been caught out often adopt the passive voice ‘mistakes were made’, they say. If they are bolder might say ‘I made a mistake’ but what rarely hear anyone way, ‘I did something wrong’.

Friedriksen concludes her volume with the words, ‘at the end of the day, however defined, “sin” suits its times’. P150 If you have an abstract theological head on that might sound offensively relativistic ad you will want to say, ‘no, sin is sin is sin. It is that which separates us from God.’  But think for a moment, what exactly is it separates the ‘real me’ from the ‘real God’?  That is the practical, pastoral urgent question of sin.  And the way I have set it up is not in terms of how to overcome sin or even avoid it.  It is rather the significantly cooler question of how to live with it.

By this I don’t mean that we have to learn how to come to terms with our own badness and wrongdoing as if it were not reprehensible or that we were not responsible. Rather, we have to learn precisely how to live with sin, to understand that while deeply negative and destructive, it is here in us today and it will be in us tomorrow and on the day we die.  We have to acknowledge that it will also be in and among others, and that the dynamics of sin are part and parcel of every group, institution, corporation, church and charity we will ever come across.  ‘Can Companies Sin?’ asked Justin Welby when studying for ordination here in Durham. I suspect that he knew the answer was going to be ‘yes’ before he write one word of his dissertation.

I have chosen for the readings these three evenings, short episodes from Matthew’s gospel where you could say that Peter encounters himself.  This evening’s was at Caesarea Philippi where Peter revealed his independence of mind and the courage of his insight in saying that despite what everyone else was saying that Jesus was the Messiah. It’s a great moment from Peter but it doesn’t take long for him to slip away from the glory of the moment into a very dark, dismal and lonely place. Peter takes Jesus to one side to rebuke him for prophesying suffering that was to come. As we know, this doesn’t go down very well with Jesus who immediately rounds on him: ‘Get behind me Satan… you are a stumbling block’.

It’s quite a fall from grace: from rock to block in five verses.

There is so much to learn from this about our own sin and sinning.  Here is a suggestion to reflect on.

You are never so vulnerable to sin as when you have just done well and been praised for it.

We don’t know what was going on in Peter’s mind, but for some reason he has overestimated himself; he seems to have let Jesus affirmation of his solidity, his judgement, his insight, his rock-like-ness go to his head.  ‘That’s cool. I got the Messiah question right against all the odds, what’s next for me… bring it on!’  We might call this the Solomon complex – thinking that we are wiser  than we are, fancying ourselves as  the Solomon of our day.  It’s a dangerous place to find yourself – indeed you never find yourself there until you put your foot in it.  And yet, and this is part of the point of my title ‘living with sin’m the Solomon complex it is an inevitable danger if, for whatever reason, your wisdom and insight is praised.  Someone has to occupy leadership positions and it as well if the people who do so have some confidence in their own judgement.  One positive consequence of keeping the language of sin alive in everyday life is that it might warn those new into public office that they are very likely to have their all-too-Peter-like moments.

The Christian world is in the extraordinary position of having a brand new Pope and a brand new Archbishop of Canterbury.  Who knows what’s going on in the minds and hearts of these two men these days, but you can be sure they are not beyond sin. No one is. Can archbishops sin?  You don’t need to write a dissertation to know the answer to that one. What matters is that archbishops and others know that the answer is not only affirmative but definite – they can sin and they will sin.

And so will you. And the chances are it will happen not when you are feeling malevolent, naughty or chocolatey but when you are feeling so confident that you decide that you know best.

One day I was standing at the front of a crematorium doing the best job I could of taking a funeral service. Choosing my words carefully, and trying to relate to sad and bewildered people as compassionately as I could, an unbidden and unwanted thought flashed across my mind. ‘You can’t do this without cliché’.

Undesired as it was, the thought was helpful to me. It is an extremely well-known fact that we all die. There are only so many things you can say about it; only so many ways to put condolences into words, or to express the hope of eternal life and peace.

I came to the view that the Irish have got it right with their, ‘I am sorry for your trouble’ and the clear community expectations of what will happen as soon as a member of the family dies. Death is not the moment for creativity, wit or doing anything out of the ordinary. Death is the ultimate leveler, the ultimate cliché. The wise culture recognises, accepts and honours this.

And yet, so many years on from that moment, a few years after the death of my own father and after, just a week ago, the death of my father-in-law, I feel less certain. I am aware of the tension between the cliché of death with its centripetal pull towards the common, the ordinary and the even solidarity of all mortals, and the centrifugal tug of the uniqueness of an individual life, the vividness and complexity of a particular personality.  I am aware of both death as the triumph of the ordinary, and memory as the intuition that something supremely singular has been lost.

When I spoke at my father’s funeral, I came to realise in a new, deep and personal way the importance of his early years in forming the shape of his life. My vision of heaven for him was the reuniting with his long dead parents, his recently deceased elder brother and his other brother – the one who died when he was 19 and my Dad was 15: the one who could never be properly grieved as he was simply lost in action, and whose death cast a shadow over my Dad’s life and therefore, indirectly, over mine and that of my siblings.

As I reflect now on my father-in-law, ahead of preaching at his funeral, it is as different in detail as anyone could imagine, but once again I am compelled to realise that forces and people from the distant past have had the more powerful effect in shaping a life and adding vivid and unique character to personhood.

It is a cliché, of course, to say that everyone is different. But that cliché can be the first step in exploring the deep, vivid, uniqueness of someone we have known and loved for many years.

It is a cliché, too, to recognise that death comes to us all.  But what I have come to realise is that while any two deaths are, at a fundamental level, the same, no two griefs are ever the same.

Caught as I am in the liminal space between death and funeral, I want to declaim as vehemently as I can the thought that there might be something as banal as a ‘grief process’ to pass through.  Certainly a deep loss sets us off on a kind of journey – but even ‘journey’ is too slight and cheapened a word.

Death is not a cliché, it is the beginning of a scary adventure in which we discover how we can live without someone, and in which we discover again and in new ways, the person who, though now gone, is more vividly and diversely present in our life than ever before.

No death is a cliché, it is a beginning. And a beginning, as I want to define it right now, is something which cannot be a cliché, because it is, in the richest, deepest, most nuanced sense we can imagine, new.

It’s all over the papers!

Well, that’s an exaggeration, but two articles in one week for NOTBUSY is not too bad.  And for all I know there may have been more.

On Monday, the Guardian ran a piece entitled, Could beditation be the answer to exam nerves? Oenone Crossley-Holland, a teacher in South Hampstead described the way in wich school children ar being taught mindfulness to help them cope with exam nerves.

Happily her enthusiasm for mindfulness seems to be supported by both her headteacher and pupils.  And so she writes

My headteacher [said] “Young people live in a fast-paced and confusing world. The expectations that parents and society place on students are so high. To be able to step back and appreciate yourself for who you are, and be able to stop the plates spinning is a gift. Mental wellbeing is at the route of being able to achieve anything.”

Ally, a student at my school, explains why she attends mindfulness club at lunchtime. “It’s just 15 minutes of quiet under a table,” she says. “I don’t necessarily find solutions to problems or anything, but I do come to terms with what’s happening around me.”

You can read the whole article here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2013/mar/04/mindfulness-based-stress-reduction-meditation

And then today, the Daily Mail ran an article precisely about the joy of refusing not to be busy.  The author, Candida Crewe, does not reference the I’M NOT BUSY’ campaign or the website http://www.notbusy.co.uk and has probably never heard of it. Nonetheless she speaks the same language when she writes,

I never rush my children hither and thither, and they rarely see me busy – though admitting that makes me feel as vulnerable as telling someone how much I weigh.

Not being busy is a contemporary taboo, but one which I am happy to shatter.

She clearly understand the interpersonal power politics too, writing,

There is an increasing divide between the busy and the non-busy, just as there is between fat and thin, rich and poor, and it makes those of us who are not busy feel inferior.

And this is a great NOTBUSY story:

One day, a customer at the bookshop asked me if I planned to work in a shop for the rest of my life. I said I was enjoying it, but writing a book in my spare time. ‘I wish I had time to put my feet up and write a novel!’ he replied.

I realised, then, that it is in people’s self-important interest to make out that their time is more precious than mine.

Now, when people tell me how busy they are, I tell them how busy I am not.

Spot on. Three cheers for Candida Crewe! A wristband is yours whenever you wish to claim it.

You can read the whole article here http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2289314/Life-slow-lanes-just-losers.html#ixzz2MtFi9KTT

Here is an extract from an email I received the other day. It raises a really good point.

I read about your book and the notbusy idea for Lent and am hugely attracted to it for many of the reasons you list on the website about how busyness eats away at us. I’ve been really conscious for example of how having a smartphone for the last three months has changed how I live, having access to the internet, email, twitter at all times … how much I love it, but also how profoundly distracting it is.

The reason I wanted to contact you thought was I don’t feel I can with integrity put ‘I’m not busy’ on my twitter profile, or wear the wristband – I feel I am busy and to say otherwise simply wouldn’t be true! So this is why I wanted to contact you, because I think you have a very important message and guidance to give, but I’m not sure if I can ‘sign up’ and say ‘I’m not busy’.

They also added: I don’t feel called to give anything up, but just to find a way to live well, in a more grounded way, with the busyness, or fullness of life.

My answer?  Essentially I see ‘busyness’ not as a state of productive effectiveness conducive to a personal or spiritual flourishing, but as continuous state of semi-panic. It is for this reason that I am comfortable with people who have a lot to do putting on the wristband. Indeed I am wearing one myself and sporting a ‘twibbon’ and I have plenty on my plate. But I am not thinking that really and truly there is just TOO MUCH TO DO.

The wristband, as I see it, is only secondarily a statement to others. It is primarily a statement to me. Whenever I catch a glimpse of it I think, ‘take care,’ ‘moderate your pace,’ ‘keep things calm,’ ‘make sure you don’t rush past someone you should speak to,’ and most importantly, ‘give people time’.

These are messages to the busy-busy me. In the language of my little eBook they are my effort to keep busy only in the old style and to avoid the ‘busyness syndrome’ which involves a craving for activity and distraction and the fear of waiting, silence and the sound of a ticking clock.

Finally, are ‘busyness’ and ‘fullness of life’ the same thing?  They can be. But for many the word ‘busy’ does not code ‘fullness of life’ but ‘out of control life’. So while the word can be okay, it can also be toxic. And it is for that reason that I hope that more and more people, including my correspondent, are able to become #NOTBUSY while remaining fully alive. Wearing the wristband is not really important, but I have found that it does help me.

I received an email the other day from a hospital chaplain who was given an ‘I’M NOT BUSY’ wristband by a ‘thoughtful volunteer’. It would seem that the gift did not arrive at quite the most opportune moment…

Dear Stephen,

I have enjoyed your book on time wisdom and understand what it and the website ( http://www.notbusy.co.uk ) are getting at, and heartily agree with the ideas. However having talked with colleagues we are left wondering how this can apply to a working environment that has to be so much more, in fact largely, reactive. There is very little room for saying for example “Come and talk to me next Wednesday when I have free time” because the person is only here now. Patients can be made to wait an hour or two or even a day for a non-urgent visit but if they are critically ill….

To give a little taste of life in the modern NHS:

Last Friday was day 7 of a very long week for me. (My colleague and I have a pattern of working that means 7days one week 3 the next.) Last week was made harder by 2 people from the Team being on annual leave, so for more than half that time everything in the diary or on the end of the bleep or knocking on the door was mine to deal with.

It happens, that’s life here.

And of course 4 of the nights I was on-call. On Friday I had to try to help and minister to two families with baby losses and then, amongst all the ordinary stuff, a visitor approached me for a chat. Two hours later I was finally able to leave her in the Chapel for reflection. Returning to the office I found a thoughtful volunteer had left me a wrist band….

I am sorry to say that this was not received by me in the spirit in which the gift was intended! Or indeed with the intended message! Most evenings I had gone home and done nothing for a large chunk of time, as per website suggestion, but largely because I was so drained I was not capable of doing anything!

Yours sincerely,

Name supplied but withheld by me

There is no easy answer to this one. But it is important to recognise that it is real.

While most of what I’M NOT BUSY is about is empowering people to understand that busyness is often self-inflicted. That’s an important and worthwhile aim. But it is unhelpful if it suggests that all chronic busyness is self-imposed – or even avoidable.

I address this issue in my eBook Beyond Busyness: Time Wisdom in an Hour where I pick up a concept from an article in the Harvard Business Review called ‘The Acceleration Trap’.[i] This is how the authors, Heike Bruch and Jochen I. Menges introduce the article and summarise the idea:

Faced with intense market pressures, corporations often take on more than they can handle: They increase the number and speed of their activities, raise performance goals, shorten innovation cycles, and introduce new management technologies or organizational systems. For a while, they succeed brilliantly, but too often the CEO tries to make this furious pace the new normal. What began as an exceptional burst of achievement becomes chronic overloading, with dire consequences. Not only does the frenetic pace sap employee motivation, but the company’s focus is scattered in various directions, which can confuse customers and threaten the brand.

Realizing something is amiss, leaders frequently try to fight the symptoms instead of the cause. Interpreting employees’ lack of motivation as laziness or unjustified protest, for example, they increase the pressure, only making matters worse. Exhaustion and resignation begin to blanket the company, and the best employees defect.

And this is what I write about it in the eBook.

Their research was based on more than 600 companies. Some they diagnosed as ‘fully trapped’. In them, 60% of employees agreed or strongly agreed that they lacked sufficient resources to get their work done (whereas this was true for only 2% in companies that weren’t trapped) and 80% said that they worked under ‘constant elevated time pressure’.

The ‘Acceleration Trap’ is the corporate version of the ‘busyness syndrome’ as it afflicts individuals – the ‘new busy’. The problem is not that there is sometimes the need for exceptional levels of activity and effort. It is that this becomes the new normal.

The article analyses the problem in terms of three patterns of destructive activity. While described in organisational language they will be familiar to anyone who has become busy in the new sense. First there is overloading – that is being faced with more work than can be done. One company for instance doubled the value of its contracts without addressing capacity issues. Second there is multiloading, which means that people are asked to do too many different things. The consequence is that employees lack focus and activities are unaligned. You could think of this in terms of a lack of joined-up-ness or internal coherence. Third there is the pattern which they call perpetual loading which is the habit of constantly imposed change. This, the authors suggest, leads to relentless and debilitating frenzy.

The Acceleration Trap is where companies get stuck if they try too hard for too long.

The reality is that some people opt into the busyness syndrome whereas others have it thrust upon them.

The eBOOK Beyond Busyness: Time Wisdom in an Hour costs £1.99 to download and is available in various ways.


[i] Bruch, H. and Menges, J. I. The Acceleration Trap Harvard Business Review April 2010

This Lent, Tim Hardy has been trying to avoid busyness – after being given a I’M NOT BUSY wristband (see http://www.notbusy.co.uk ) by his boss.  I am grateful to him for sending me these reflections.

Tim is the writer of an occasional blog http://www.timbo-baggins.co.uk/ (very) short stories and ‘poetry’; believer in God, people and (more often than not) the church; and pioneer of the rambling, trailing-off introduct…

Tim writes:

Positively Doing Nothing

One week into Lent and a quick recap seems in order – every day, I’ve been attempting to sit and do nothing for at least ten minutes (in a Lenten discipline kind of way, not an unsurprising slobbing around kind of way) and then sitting down to write something, whether inspired by the inactivity or otherwise.

Day Seven: Making a List

Today, I was back at work after what seemed like a very long weekend. It still feels like there’s way too much to do, and two hour calls from technical support do little to ease the workload. This feeling of too much to do and not enough time continued right up until I sat down and forced myself to stop.

Cue my internal monologue coach suggesting that it might be a good idea to make a list of the things that were important to me and his being rudely heckled by the question as to why I wasn’t doing them and instead was filling my life with other stuff.

This seemed to call for four lists (and I swear this was as far as I got before I calmed myself down and tried to stop busily thinking):

  • Things I can’t avoid but need doing anyway: taxing the car, paying the bills, et c.
  • Things I don’t particularly want to do but find myself doing anyway: watching rubbish on the telly, mindless Twitter consumption, doing killer sudoku, extra jobs
  • Things I do that I want to continue doing: spending time with my wife, hanging out with my friends, doing my job, eating good food
  • Things I do want to do but never get round to or I don’t have the time for: read more novels, read more proper books, fill in the Giant Form of Doom, write some more stories, do some research

As I tried not to make plans regarding the various bits of lists that were forming, an overwhelming desire seized me. However, I knew that if I acted on it all my nothingness for the evening would be wasted. I really, really wanted to know what was in that box-I-didn’t-quite-recognise-on-top-of-that-cupboard-there! I lasted until the alarm went and then I checked.

Reflecting on this evening’s nothing – it seems to have been the most productive so far. Now it’s just a case of doing something with what’s been thrown up from my brain.

 

Today I woke up feeling stressed and pressured. I have a lot to do and simply not describing myself as busy was not fooling even my sleeping mind. Tonight I have to give a talk which I have not yet prepared on a subject I have not spoken on before. I have been doing a lot of talking on a  range of things this last week, and this one has yet to get to the top of the pile.

So it was a huge struggle to get myself into my ‘chair for doing nothing’ and set my timer.  The first ten minutes were a squirming, wriggling, stress up. But slowly my mantra for the day, ‘time – there is always time’, repeated regularly with the breath, seemed to dig into the worry part of my brain, and calm it down.

I use my phone as a timer and no sooner had I settled down than a text message arrived. I usually have the sound ‘off’ but had forgotten to do that.  Texts come with a distinctive sound which is almost irresistible, but I was by then calm enough to leave it until the time was up.  But I noticed it and was bit disturbed so changed the mantra to,  ‘God made time: God made plenty’.  Soon I was back in the land of the unbusy

In due course the time-up bell sounded.

I looked to see what the text message was.

Stephen – do you mind if we postpone our meeting today… .

DO I MIND? What a relief!

I can live a ‘not busy’ day.

Why…. there was even time to blog.

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