Saturday mornings are my lie in day, not a crazy lie in, a lie in til like ten followed by a lazy morning in my dressing gown and slippers. I treasure it.
But for a valuable meeting, for some spiritual wisdom or an advancement of the kingdom… I will sacrifice it.
This Saturday I’m supposed to go to a men’s meeting on the subject of ‘commitment’ at half 8 which means getting up at 7.00 to get ready and walk to church.
What a cruel Catch 22, If I stay in bed then I could probably do with a talk on commitment but of course, if I go then doesn’t that mean I’m committed enough. That’s some catch, that Catch 22. It’s the best there is
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