I have a collection of 10-15 blogs I dip into regularly. I like all of them, but one of them is like a feast: full of insights and original photos (see above)- it is impossible to ‘graze’ it and move on.Â It was voted ‘Best Christian blog’ at ‘The original Christian web and new media awards’ in 2009:-http://davesdistrictblog.blogspot.com. I met the author last year on my sabbatical and he is a wise soul who was there in a crisis for me plus he likes drinking Guinness and trains (rather: he likes trains, not drinking trains. I’ve yet to meet someone who likes drinking trains…in fact I don’t know how it would be possible…however I now have a helpful image for a sketch..).
He did a post about a month ago. It had a phrase in which sent my mind into overdrive:- http://davesdistrictblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/bridging-gap.html
‘I just canâ€™t get away from the fact that Jesus did ministry on a local scale, at walking pace or sat down around a table……Â Perhaps God prefers to travel at 3mph, walking alongside us and accompanying us at our pace, just like on the road to Emmaus. When we slow down like this there is so much more to be seen, appreciated, heard, smelled and noticed’.
It links with the stuff that I posted last week and I want to do some thoughts about ‘Perhaps God prefers to travel at 3mph’.
Thought for the day:-
Years ago, I walked from my then house in Colwyn Bay to the nearby Welsh mountain zoo. It normally took 5 minutes; I rarely walk at less than 4-5mph. This time I had my godson Sam with me. I think he was 4 then. This walk is etched in my memory- recalling it even now, I fill up. I did not have children then, but I longed for them; to have time with just Sam and me was precious. I had no real idea of what children did except from a distance.
The walk took ages! Sam had little legs so I had to go more slowly, but he seemed to stop at everything. At first I got frustrated (Internal dialogue: ‘C’mon: there is a zoo to see- that is our purpose’), but then, as Van Morrison sang on ‘Coney Island’, I ended up feeling
‘Wonderous and lit up inside with a sense of everlasting life’.
He stopped and pointed out a worm on the pavement, then a beetle. And it wasn’t just ‘pointing out’; there were comments, stories, speculations. A bit further on, and high in the sky, a jet was leaving silvery trails. This caused Sam to stop, point and imagine the story of the plane: what it looked like, who was on it, where they might be going. I don’t remember anything else about the walk, but I know that since then I have noticed so much more when I’m walking; inside it as if I have carried the 4 year old Sam with me.
And I’ve often wondered- if God walks at 3mph, does he see life like that? I think he does….