We are making progress – stuff is being sorted, moved to different destinations…
…but it doesn’t feel like that. There’s still a lot of clutter, some of it loved.
My retirement balloon is still buoyant – a reminder of where we’re going.
Sunday’s three readings all mention moments of vision, in different ways. What the Bible is less full of is the bits in between, the bits where it’s harder to see where you’re going, and you are preoccupied with the demands of the day.
If I had a pound for every time someone told me, “we keep plodding along”, I’d have quite a lot of pounds.