Sean was driving home from a funeral in Southampton yesterday (his third over Christmas) and knew he'd struggle to get back in time for Zac's so he asked me to do 10 minutes on resolutions or something. I decided I'd adapt the pencil meditation from last Sunday in Linden.
It was a grim night so there weren't many of us at Zac's, which was probably just as well as it turned out.
Let me tell you it's one thing to talk about pencils in a quiet meditative atmosphere in a Sunday morning service full of the sort of people who go to Sunday morning services and quite another to talk about pencils in Zac's.
What with Steve trying to clean his ear with his pencil, Jonathan sniggering about rubbers and Ric muttering about having lead in his pencil, it wasn't exactly the contemplative event I'd hoped for.
But it was Zac's and it was great. What was especially brilliant was that April, one of the long-time rough sleepers, stayed with us and joined in and opened up very enthusiastically and honestly about her hopes for the new year. (God, you know what they are; please help her.)
But it'll be good to have Sean back next week!