Really weird… not to be at work. It’s Tuesday. I have no To-Do list.
No one to see. To decisions to make. (Well, no work-related ones anyway). Weird.
We’ve just come back from a wonderful family holiday in France, and normally we would be rejuvenated, raring to go, straight back into ‘normal life’ – whatever that is – pretty much immediately. But this certainly isn’t normal. It really feels very strange. I wanted to do things today. I wanted to see people, visit friends, talk with colleagues. I wanted to read emails, check diaries, make appointments. I wanted to cross things off my To-Do list, perhaps add a few others.
But it was not to be; I am now on Sabbatical.
That obviously has something to do with sabbath, with rest, but how do we do rest?
I planned to study and to write, especially in the latter part of my rest-time when we are travelling extensively. So I set up a page linked to Twitter so that I could write what were, in effect, longer Tweets. However the system failed in that the various pages could only seem to be linked together via Twitter; navigating back and forth was a pain. In the end, and following advice from one with far more know-how in these matters than I, an hour or so was spent this afternoon setting up this blog on WordPress.com. I did have a blog before, but it was linked to our church website and mainly used for feedback on issues raised in teaching and preaching. Now we have a new website – www.rock.gg – and a new blog needs to be installed. I am also an avid fan of journalling. A mature man-of-God who became a dear friend taught me this good habit when I was still in my teens and I have kept a journal ever since. Sometimes a week may pass without me writing, but generally I write a few times a week, often daily. I have a shelf (and a tatty box) of my scribblings dating back to 1982 when I was just 18. Now and again I pick one up and try and read through it – I like going back a decade and seeing how my thoughts, character, stupidity, craziness, faith, joy, passion, compassion, vision, prayerfulness, zeal, and the like have changed in that time. Of course I can go back two decades now. But the idea of sharing my journalled thoughts publicly was never my intention – in fact most people would need a qualification in hieroglyphics to make head or tail some entries! I have always admired John Wesley’s Journal; of course that was edited into a published form after his death. I try and read it once a year to keep me amused and amazed at his apostolic zeal, wild ideas, courageous honesty, and down-to-earth common sense. But I often wonder if Wesley knew he were writing for more than his own benefit. A blog is a different beast. It sets out to be read. That in itself is a little pompous don’t you think?
So for all three of you who read this – my first post – please forgive me. I’m sure you can do far better so start blogging yourself!
Now I must get back to doing resting. Where do I start?