Big World Small Boat

Private Diary of A Priest. OK, so we're not all angels...Everyone needs a place to get things off their chest! And yes, I do talk to God about it all! Even He has a sense of humour! Want proof? Well, he made me, didn't He? Oh, one last thought-If you don't like what I've written, please keep in mind - it's MY diary. Go write your own!

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Bird Brained

It has been a nice Sunday evening. I was invited to have dinner with my friends Laura and Annie. Not only did we have a fun time nattering about general world concerns, the girls also gave me carte blanche to use their computer to try and sort some of my email. (Apologies everyone, but I do have an honest excuse!)

A long time ago I knighted Annie with the affectionate moniker of ‘Annie Angst.’ She has a tendency to worry herself into apoplectic fits over the most mundane and superfluous things. She’s a lovely lady, but she’s prone to worrying about almost anything, whether it has anything to do with her or not!

Tonight, after hearing of my trials and tribulations with the demise of my faithful yet ancient laptop, Annie began worrying about all that could happen to her should her laptop be stolen or meet a similar death.

With each scenario she imagined, she became more and more animated, almost to the point of becoming distraught. Across the dining table, Laura and I stared at one another in amused disbelief as Annie went on and on until Laura interrupted the dramatic display by singing ‘One, two three, here we go, Bedlam, Bedlam, Ho Ho Ho!

Now Annie appeared hurt. She had a childlike pout as if we had been making fun of her. Ok, we had. We apologised to Annie and I told her she was being a bit over the top over such a silly thing. Laura, in a manner that one might apologise to a petulant child, added ‘besides, Annie, Bill doesn’t have the sense God gave a goose for not backing up all his files every single day!’

Ouch! Yep, I deserved that; there was certainly credence in what Laura said, but it still stung a little. We finished dinner with a wonderful crème brûlée Laura made for us and thankfully, Annie didn’t end up being forced into a straight jacket.

The three of us worked together doing the washing up. I scrubbed the pots and washed the dishes, Annie did the drying, and Laura put them away, all the while encouraging us to keep up the pace and get the job done.

But for the past couple of hours, I’ve thought about what Laura said - ‘the sense God gave a goose.’ And I realise that there are some basic truths to this for all of us:

In spring, geese head north, flying in a V formation. As each bird flaps its wings, it reduces wind resistance and cuts an easier path for the bird immediately following; allowing the flock to cover a greater distance than if each bird flew on its own.


People who share a common direction and sense of community get where they are going quicker and easier because they travel on the thrust of one another. When a goose moves out of formation, it quickly feels the difficulty of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the power of the bird immediately in front.


If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way. When the lead goose gets tired, it drops back in formation, and another goose moves to the head point.


It pays to take turns doing hard jobs. The following geese honk animatedly as an encouragement for the others to keep up their speed.


We all need support and encouragement from others to help us keep going.

Thank you for a lovely dinner...

And Thank you for the compliment!

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The Big Blue Screen

For anyone who has used a personal computer and particularly a laptop, I know you can easily identify with that deep guttural moan that emits from your throat when your screen turns blue; or in my case fuzzy white and then nothing but deep empty blue.

No matter what words of wisdom the operating system has offered, it all translates into one simple word, 'Oops!'

For many people the next reaction is sheer panic. Some get physical with their laptop. Others start hurling some rather unfair invectives towards Bill Gates. And then there are people like me, who simply want to crawl up beneath their desk and die!

For the past few months I’ve had a niggly little white blob growing in the upper right hand corner of my screen. Typically it’s corrected by simply replacing the screen…provided you have a couple of hundred pounds with which to do so!

But in my case, as the blob quickly began to go through its metamorphoses, growing to encompass the entire screen, I realised that if I wobbled the screen back and forth, it would ‘occasionally’ restore itself. And an hour or so later it would just die an even more spectacular death.

But I’ve now met my nemesis. Perhaps it came as a result of too much wobbling, but the screen finally died into the deep blue, telling me that it was now impossible to read from the main drive, whatever that means.

Off I scurried to visit the mind-numbingly nerdy yet brilliant computer genius at our local repair shop. He looks all of 12 years old and possesses a vocabulary of polysyllabic technical terms that could make the name of a Welsh town sound like a mere primal grunt! But whatever it was he said to me, all I heard was ‘blah blah blah, too expensive,’ and ‘blah blah blah, probably lost everything.’

These are not words you want to hear when you have years of sermons, funeral elegies, diaries, and a plethora of photos stored on your computer, which you haven’t had time to print or place somewhere else for safekeeping.

Currently my only consolation is that I have begun to master the mysteries of ‘blogging.’ Thanks to this new miracle of modern technology, I’ve been able to leave many of my random thoughts in this 'private' diary.

But the new challenge is finding time to get somewhere where I can sit down, collect my thoughts, and write. So, for my friends who have been ever so politely tolerating me over the past week, by allowing me to post my devotionals through their computers, you have my undying gratitude.

And for those who have stumbled upon this diary and seem to get delight from my rants and meandering thoughts, I do apologise, as I’m currently having a jolly difficult time in being able to write.

I become riddled with guilt when I’m using someone else’s computer and therefore I’m just trying to answer emails as quickly as possible.

Dear old laptop, you've fought a good battle.

And if there are any secret benefactors out there….


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