freedom and frustration

Something like normality returned today.

The assembly for the upper school was later than usual. Something else going on earlier on.

It was good to be there again.

I'd taken the chance to write the Head a letter; just to say 'thanks' to the girls and boys of the choir who'd been so great at yesterday's lunch time service - and to let him know what a credit they'd been to the school.

He read the letter out to the whole assembly. It made them feel good, I'm sure.

His theme was 'freedom' again. And today there was a fair bit on the freedom we have to choose. What our actions and words will be. And the impact they have on others.

Another 'word in season' in the face of all the choices that there are in coming days.

It wasn't that long before I was back again for this year's final meeting of the SU group.

Next week there are the elections so there isn't any school: and after that the last month of the summer term is often pretty full. We decided to call it a day today.

Why does God not always answer when we pray to him?

We hadn't intended that that should be the theme. But it was.

They wanted to know.

The lack of the answer we've looked for from God doesn't mean for a moment he hasn't heard: nor does it mean he doesn't care.

I told them a couple of stories to illustrate. About myself, and things that had happened to me.

That seemed to make some sense of things for them. At least a bit.

It tied in, as well, with a lot of what I've sensed the Lord is saying to me too these days.

Sometimes he seems to let the powers of darkness do their worst. He waits until they've really shown their head.

Then deals the fatal blow.

The cross and resurrection sort of thing.