Stuff Michael Meeks is doing
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- Up early; off to Church after more last minute
tidying. Played violin impotently.
- Back early, helped prep. dinner, Julia arrived,
looking lovely as normal, slightly awkward to start with,
more frightening for me than expected ( keeping the parents
under control ). Very restrained - try not to shock Father.
- Coffee afterwards, and then a drive to the
beach, a truly british romatic moment, the mist hung over the
sea and clung to us as the rain drizzled and the sea roared.
We huddled very cosily under an umbrella, ignoring whatever,
if anything, existed outside our embrace.
- Home for tea and cake, off to practice for the
evening service - musicaly good. Distracted during the
sermon <sigh> missed out on generosity, challenged
about my attidudes - pride basicaly; no. 1 sin - nothing I
have is mine, all demands good stewardship; particularly
intangible things.
- Got a lift home with J, parting was somewhat difficult and
protracted but pleasurable. Lumbered J. with Ryle's Holiness - a
rather definitive book in several hundred pages of small type. [
cf. God's Chosen Fast ~100 pages large text ].
- Mother asked whether we had a long talk in the
car. Hmm, apparently I have a glint in my eye - time to start
wearing dark glasses at home.
- Contemplated a rather interesting modern parable
in which a man tries to seduce a woman by buying her clothes,
wining and dining, all with no success. When he says he has
drugged her she sucumbs, she only discoveres later he had not
in fact drugged her. Recognised a good ploy of Satan's, to
convince one that the situation is hopeless and that to coin
a phrase 'resistance is futile' cf. 1 Corinthians 10:13.
NB. this is a totaly random thought that ideally would be
temporaly disconnected from today.
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license. I encourage linking back (of course) to help people decide for
themselves, in context, in the battle for ideas, and I love fixes /
improvements / corrections by private mail.
In case it's not painfully obvious: the reflections reflected here are my
own; mine, all mine ! and don't reflect the views of Collabora, SUSE,
Novell, The Document Foundation, Spaghetti Hurlers (International),
or anyone else.
It's also important to realise that I'm not in on the Swedish Conspiracy.
Occasionally people ask for formal photos for conferences
or fun.
Michael Meeks (michael.meeks@collabora.com)
