My time will come!
My time will come!

March 30, 2010

Dear Friends

How fickle life can be.
My emotions, which I will admit are inclined to veer towards the sensitive at the best of times, have been on what can only be described as a veritable roller coaster ride this past few hours and I am now in a state of feeling supremely let down like a party balloon that has enjoyed at first fullness and then its inevitable, ungraceful deflation.

It would have been much better if I had not been the recipient of a letter from the Spring Harvest organising committee inviting me to be part of the main stage team at Skegness but alas the clock cannot be turned back ( unless of course British Summer time is at an end – a little humour to cheer myself at this difficult time).

Perhaps I should have picked up on the fact that it was a tad late in the day to be inviting a main stage speaker to partake of this springtide gathering, but sadly this desperate clergyman did not.

Whilst I would be the first to acknowledge that my preaching at St Cliff’s has not always ‘hit the mark’ and has not had the same effect as perhaps St Peter’s did on that day of Pentecost when 3,000 were added to the church I have always nonetheless held in abeyance the faint hope that I might someday be ‘discovered’ and elevated to the headier realms of evangelical acclaim.

If I had not had the foresight to show my trophy letter to my good lady wife I might well have been packing my bags and heading north as we speak to preach to the gathered multitudes. Instead I have been saved the humiliation of being removed from the Spring Harvest main stage as an interloper by her timely discovery that the ‘ministry opportunity’ I was being offered was in fact for stacking the chairs at the end of each session.

I am now resolved to give my very best to my faithful (yet significantly smaller) flock at St Cliff’s this coming Sunday in the hope that my time will come.

I have also decided to pass up the generous opportunity to work with chairs that has been offered to me.

Onward and upward

Derek