God is a DJ
For my previous post click here. Sherborne Abbey, Dorset. Easter Saturday 2015. I have always liked churches and I am not averse to a 10 minute nap on a pew. Some folk call it meditation. The calm is welcoming. I couldn’t get into the Abbey on Easter Saturday, except during a hymn on the half hour and that was 40 minutes away. Dejected, I read Poem of the Month for April 2015 displayed at the entrance. It read: The prayer stool: I leave aside my shoes , my ambition: Undo my watch, my timetable: Take off my glasses, my views: Undip my pen, my work: Put down my keys, my security: To be alone with you, the only true God. It made me wonder who my true God was. Ten years ago I was a RYA (Royal Yachting Association) instructor skippering a 42ft yacht leaving Dartmouth on passage to Guernsey with five students, as you do. It was a 14 hour trip, crossing shipping lanes and entering Guernsey through the northern channel with treacherous seas and danger