Holy Smoke


They said 

 ‘Don’t miss out on what God has got for you’. 

Made me sort of desperate and frantic. Turned my pilgrim slippers towards the neon lights of the ‘Price is Right’ and away from the mystery. It’s just how I am wired - to please God and to get where the action is.

Now I sit by dim candlelight barely able to make out the river or the sky. Just boiling the kettle faithfully over the smouldering ashes. Warmed by holy smoke.