The Long Walk Home

Belle and Sebastian, a band not to be confused with the strange ’80s cartoon series about a boy and a large white dog. Someone asked me to sum up their music style; jingly jangly happy, with biting lyrics, was all I could come up with, which really does the lovely band no justice at all. So, buy their new album and discover the delights for yourself.

Looking forward to this coming out on Monday.

Nights like this make me fall in love with music all over again. The band were genius, as were the amount of random people who appeared to come on stage purely for their “shaky egg” moment. One day I shall play “shaky egg” in a band, or the cow bell, or the tambourine. One day. But for now I’ll be content with a lush Scottish voice in my head, smiley cheery music, delightful cellos and the slightly surreal image of one member of the audience who appeared to do nothing but jog on the spot for the entire evening.

Music is just the best invention ever. Hoorah. Now I’m looking forward to the amount of driving I’m going to do tomorrow because I shall be accompanied by my cd player and lots of wonderful music to do things deep inside me.

Can’t believe I haven’t posted this here before.

“But alas! These my golden expectations have been like the south sea dreams. I have lived hither to a poor sinner, and I believe I shall die one. Have I then gained nothing? Yes I have gained that which I once would rather have been without – such accumulated proof of the deceitfulness and desperate wickedness of my heart as I hope by the Lord’s blessing has, in some measure, taught me to know what I mean when I say, ‘behold I am vile!’ I was ashamed of myself then, I am ashamed of myself now and I expect to most ashamed of myself when he comes to receive me to himself. But oh! I rejoice in HIM that HE is not ashamed of me!” (Some old dude such as John Newton maybe!)

Oh and for random photo’s from the Relay conference I’m still recovering from- click here and here and here . I think one site, at least, has a slightly smiley photo of me. I can’t really sum up the conference here, if you are interested read some Relay Worker’s opinions. God was at work, and that’s good enough for me. I just have to find some way of remembering that it is now Feburary and I need to think about the rest of term. Ah well. This green pasture day is nice for now.

But I wish I was here:-

This is my 101st post. That should, in my mind, be accompained by lots of balloons, cheering and crowd applause. Anyway, I can’t be bothered with lots of effects, grandiose statements and the like. Today I would like to talk about cake. I have just baked a cake. It is a rather lovely lemon cake. I am proud of my cake. Baking is wonderful, mainly because you achieve something at the end of the process. You put some ingredients together, put them in an oven and twenty minutes later a cake comes out. Genius. If only all of life worked like that.

And so I am back at home. Glad to be back, glad to have been on a conference of life changing eternal value. Ready to sleep for a long long time. Ready to put my soul back in the hands of it’s repairer and restorer. I’m too tired to reflect and remember the last week here. And maybe none of it can be put into words. God is still God, the Gospel is still true and heaven is real. That’s enough for me right now, tea, good music, friends and more sleep are calling me.