We were watching Chariots of Fire in church last night. I ran there, as I'd not allowed enough time. I also ran a bit back as it was blooming freezing, and I was keen to get out of the dark. I don't really get running, but it's convenient when I've done my usual trick of not allowing anytime to get in between home and where I'm supposed to be. It happened on wednesday too, and I reflected that when I'm 80 I'm not going to be able to employ such tactics. So, I have 40 years to get the hang of allowing enough time to actually get somewhere and not just think I can compress time and space.
I'd led Sunday School in the morning and thoroughly enjoyed it. We were thinking about Martin Luther King. At one point we did such a fab prayer that I want to use it in all kind of situations. You face a partner and think of all the ways you would like to feel free, or think of ways in which others don't feel free. Earlier this year we've campaigned in Sunday school about child domestic workers, so that was an obvious one, but we also thought about health, poverty, racism... and the ways we are personally held captive are numerous. Your partner pins your arms to your side whilst you are thinking/praying and then releases your arms so that you're then no longer bound but free to flap your arms like a bird. Then you swap. I just dreamed about using it with adults in another setting when I was unexpectedly called upon "Kristie will now lead us in prayer." I love encouraging people to pray in non traditional ways. In some ways it's hard to imagine people would go for it, but I'll have to create opportunities where it could happen. Today I'm feeling a little trapped by labels, by my insecurities. I think it's maybe time to go and buy tea in for tonight, flapping my arms en route...
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