We were doing a presentation in the prison this morning. When I say 'we', I mean 'I'. There were four of us on the original rota but the musician was sick, and the other two seem to have disappeared off the face of the planet. But that was okay; me and God could do this.
I'd spent some time preparing a different version of the pencil stuff and had everything ready. In spite of that, I woke in the night worrying and awoke early this morning. And I really needn't have bothered.
When I got there it turned out that the chaplain had forgotten it was a presentation morning and he'd prepared a talk too. ''Um, let me see,' he said. 'Shall we do your talk or mine?'
'It's up to you,' I said.
'Okay, I'll do mine then.'
'That's fine,' I lied through gritted teeth.
I can't help thinking that if I'd been Chris, his decision would have been different.
But is there a lesson here for me? Have I been getting too arrogant and sure of myself? Did I need taking down?
Things to ponder here.