…i.e. waiting for the waiting, it’s kind of nested. Like yesterday’s javascript self-amusement when I wasted a load of time trying to use tweet.full_text when I should have been referring to tweet.tweet.full_text, because I’d given the name ‘tweet’ to something that already had the tweet in it.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, the waiting isn’t passive – it’s getting ready for the coming of Christ. However…
Do you ever get that thing when you’re busy getting ready for a guest and you come to a point where you just have to say, “Sod it: this’ll have to do.”? Well, Jesus comes with forgiveness – and we know we’re not going to be perfect for him – but it’s OK. It’s OK not to be perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was a beautiful morning for walking. I started in the gloom, not quite dark enough for the headtorch to be any use. As it got lighter, I could see that the soft, thin, low clouds varied in colour from muted yellows to pale bluish greys. The clouds covered the hilltops in a fuzzy blanket, but were not so heavy as to darken the day. It was all too subtle to come out in a photo. There was hardly any wind and no rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
* (I downloaded my Twitter history and converted it into a document).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
…i.e. waiting for the waiting, it’s kind of nested. Like yesterday’s javascript self-amusement when I wasted a load of time trying to use tweet.full_text when I should have been referring to tweet.tweet.full_text, because I’d given the name ‘tweet’ to something that already had the tweet in it.* Anyway, the waiting isn’t passive – it’s getting … <\/p>\n