I knew there was something else I wanted to say

The church notices come out on Fridays (email). The Friday before last I read that we would be looking at C.S. Lewis in the Sunday service. 'That doesn't sound very interesting,' I thought, so I skipped the meeting.

Imagine my emotions then, when logging on to the meeting this morning, the first thing I heard them say was, 'Today we'll be looking at the life of C.S. Lewis.' Phooey.

Well, I'm here now so might as well stay until it gets boring. 

But it didn't. 

In his biography Lewis is quoted as saying: "In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England."

Not exactly the moment of triumph or joy we tend to associate with times of conversion. Many of the stories we hear, people's testimonies, are dramatic and supernatural, and can make those of us with more mundane, 'It just sort of happened' stories feel, well, maybe mine's not genuine, or, even, I'm not as good as that person. So it was wonderful to hear a story with a difference.

So that'll teach me to assume. (No, of course it won't but it should.)