You Can Rest. (Eucharist) It's a pun!

I like running.

I set off this morning – up track and through forest – autumn dripping in the early morning mists.

I needed to settle, got into a rhythm and found myself a long way from home.

It took me an hour and five minutes to get back.

When I got home I filled the bath with hot water, slipped in, soaked and softened.

Then I had a huge plate of egg, bacon and toast – you have to replace some calories – then filled up a mug with fresh made coffee and sat down to write this.

My orange coffee mug.

Orange – the colour of joy; and, with a lot of yellow, today’s autumn.

When I run my brain bounces.

When my brain bounces ideas get dislodged; it’s a bit like the chaff coming away from the wheat at harvest time.

Hey – you know that guy St Paul?

Do you remember when he was on the road to, to, er….., hang on……. Damascus!

How could I forget that?

I wonder if he was running?

Anyhow, although I was nowhere near Damascus I had a sort-of-st-paul moment during my jog.

Some of those grain-ideas slipped out and it went like this….

Think, think, puff, puff….

….i got a bit depressed yesterday and the day before, puff, think, …on Tuesday I wrote about those Irish Nuns..puff..think… what was it the man said….puff…even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me….puff… must look that up, was it a song?...puff….blimey, I wonder….puff… I told those nuns I was trying my own way and look at me!, black and despondent… puff… surely not… puff… think… what was that dream I had a couple of weeks ago…puff… the woman who needed communion wine and those wafer bread things they give you in church to stop her being sick… puff ‘’ that was a bit heavy wasn’t it?.. think, puff… god those trees are beautiful… god? … puff… why did I say that?... puff… think… puff…hang on!!!!!

And that was the Saul/St Paul/Road to Damascus moment!

Ok, no blinding light, though to be honest when I woke up this morning I couldn’t see out of my left eye!

It’s ok now.

Probably the booze.

…puff….puff… what did that guy say about dreams?...puff… that everybody in your dream represents a part of you… puf…!!!!!!!

IT”S ME THAT NEEDS THE COMMUNION BREAD AND WINE!

Could it be?

Could all this gloom be down to me having wandered away from the Lord and all I need to do is welcome him/her/it back?

It’s just as well it’s Sunday tomorrow!