Blogging was light last week mainly because we were away on the Isle of Wight for the second half. I go there to get some sorting done, for – and this will shock you – I am not perfect and God hasn’t quite finished his work in me yet. Maybe I’m a bit like you.

The funny thing is we’re not very good at owning up to it as Christians, are we – especially Christian leaders. We like to maintain this veneer that we’re pretty much sorted on the inside and that there’s not much more for God to do. I can see this in myself. I’m quite good at telling people how I used to be – how angry I could be at times, for example – but God did a great work in me that time I was down on the Isle of Wight and now I’m doing so much better. I can do that quite well. But I’m not so good at saying how my brokenness comes through today. I’d rather keep that under wraps.

The truth is, however, that I do have stuff still to deal with. Don’t we all! So every now and again I make the pilgrimage down to the south of England, emotionally throw-up on Rob and Cath’s carpet, and God turns up and gives me such a deep revelation that an aspect of my life is never the same.

It’s good. You should try it some time. Oh, you don’t need it? I see. It’s only me then.