It’s a bit of a late one this; Saturdays blog is written and its one that im a bit nervous of. Sometimes thats the adrenaline of writing and sharing thoughts, waiting for reactions or feedback. Thats what the world is now isnt it, a lengthy diatribe of opinion and im as much in that world. Anyway this week is nearly ended, first week back at work,  first week of the year, first week trying to write a blog every day.
It’s definitely been a good discipline so far. I’ve probably not been at my most articulate best,  but put that down to post Christmas alcohol.
Ive confessed before that I’m not much of a film person, but this week ive watched 4 movies;  the blind side,  skyfall, alien and Amy. A bit of a mix. Some tragic, inspiring and very different genres at some of their best. I went to the sporting theatre of the riverside stadium last saturday , took the boy to the boro match. 81 minutes of tense dramatic visual action, then 2 goals, delirium, relief, and a spectacle of celebration between team and audience. Unpredictable theatre.

I managed 3 days of study,  planning a presentation on the subject of youth ministry management in churches. It keeps growing arms and legs as I consider power, roles, identity and the methodology of the theological reflection. However studying, reading and thinking is just wonderful,  a space where I feel alive.
Not so good was our old house not enjoying being rained on for a few days, the old girl might need serious roof repair, just hope theres no more heavy rain for a while, count my blessings though as many have had more serious problems with actual flooding this week, especially in my former city of Perth. 
Next week detached starts again, itll be great to be out in the streets chatting to young people, it feels like it’s been a while with the Christmas break.  Ive caught up with a few Nomad podcasts this week on my commutes, theyve been challenging and also a good reflection on my reading on emerging church for my other module. I can’t sometimes keep up with the thoughts in my head and I suppose thats why im wide awake now. A late coffee, choc chip panetone slice and watching ‘Amy’ and realising that the world of opinion, speculation and invasion has victims, victims where there is no escape. Amy Winehouse, tragedy. Yet my mind is awake. So this week ive kept up with some of my promises.  Next week ill get out in the bike. No I will. I must. Ill let you know in a week…