It’s been an interesting week really. It started with a sermon that made me think.
I heard echoes of the rider on the white horse whose name is faithful and true
who leads out the armies of heaven dressed in white linen. (no not a sermon on revelation – but on Habakkuk!)
And I thought, what an impractical uniform for war. Wearing linen I feel on egg shells each mealtime for spills, dressed in my best with the breeze blown through the weave.
White wear for a bride, not the blood of battle. Only an army confident of overwhelming victory is going to war in such a suit.
Then I went home and watched a programme on BBC 2 on neanderthals. Like you do!
I’m hooked, can’t wait for the next installment this Sunday. Recreating a man’s face from a skull, 3D graphics, “neanderthal avatars” trying out kick boxing and break dancing…(BBC2 Neanderthals/meet your ancestors) Fast, powerful and lethal in a fight. I used to talk TV history programmes with my good friend Carol and I am sure she’d have loved this one. Maybe blogging about it honours her memory somehow.
Today I sat in the morning sun on a ratty picnic table with a manager in sunglasses with a cake box under her arm being fed distilled hope on my job. Friday is a very nice place to get to.
Thank you for bearing with a little whimsy. Especially as I’m stone cold sober. Not even a bud “prohibition beer” in sight.