Detached

Now there's a word.

That word was said to me a few weeks ago by a new friend, who said they felt "detatched".

I know what they're on about, I can totally relate.

Everyone needs a bosom to run to.  I feel a bit let down of late.  No, not by God, absolutely not.  Not by my SOH either who I know will be perfect in a crisis if this escalates.  No, I feel let down by other mere mortals.  I stretch out a hand, and it feels like it's ignored.

I was looking through my modern Anglican hymnbook - some might call the publication "eccentric", others "a bit PC focussed" - f'r'instance, it has "Onward Christian Pilgrims" rather than Soldiers.   Hmm.  Anyway, there were two hymns my eyes alighted upon "Good King Wenceslas" and a new one on me "Going Home" (which has now become a strong contender for my funeral hymn; every Christian seems to have one).  One invites you to tread in Christ's footsteps, the other reminds you that "Christ has gone before"

Christ has gone before.  What a fabulous reminder for those about to enter unknown territory.  Like I might be.

In other news, I might actually be....sssshhh...nervous  Still, Sunday morning will come and go, as will next Thursday.  All I can do right now is pray.