Aug 6, 2026

pains myself that perhaps 5 years from now l will still be having same questions

  The “Me” of few years ago was understanding from different place, things/issues/faith,/ Life, than the “KW” of today. Life is this developing experience that never stops.

You and myself we have are made up of—emotional, creative, intuitive, we are developing daily despite stacks stuff making us into whole human beings. Because we have been asking questions further creating dialogue, enjoy gathering with others. Looking at issues. Some that focus on a world that was never meant to be so violent dangerous and feel so ugly.

Very much of my own daily life and experience depends on relationships with individuals that can be hard to understand. Economic situations that are sometimes desperate for very many of our neighbours. Issues that remain unsolved despite policy and practice that are created to change the stuff just identified.

Where does this leave “me and you”?  What about all those issues we constantly feel powerless to change. What about the situations others are house in?  Again and again on my working practice  nothing appears to change . Programmes developed worked through  lose funding and we end up in very same place worked years to step forward from. My response to the this has always to try again. Now Autumnal reflections causing me to ponder:-

 " How do we prosper How do we improve"?

But what is  astonishing is the gulf between what my experiance has been and the hope we held for our client base. But despite this dilemma. Do we remain extravagant in developing further opportunities to present Kingdom values among those called to serve.

Learned today that extravagant means “to wander outside or beyond". Although l take that slight pride in the description. It pains myself that perhaps 5 years from now l will still be having same questions worrying about same issues recognising same problems.

              “to wander outside or beyond".

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