Last night at Zac's I had just a glimpse of what's like to be Sean.
A was bending my ear about B while B was doing the same about A; C was grumbling about D and E was droning on relentlessly on his favourite topic. And F was making sexist comments (jokes?). " I have a dishwasher at home; it's called the wife." Am I supposed to laugh at that? Although maybe Sean doesn't have to put up with that as he's a man.
Don't get me wrong: I love them all. (Pause for a moment's thought.) Most of the time. And I am passionate about this crazy chaotic church I'm part of. But I'm so glad I'm not Sean, having this every week.