Well, my Talk went well earlier this evening.
It was only local so much less of a problem, considering my ‘wounds’ of a few days back Its turned a lot warmer, so that helped too. I mean, I don’t mind going out so much. Anyway, it was well received. Almost an empathy between the audience and myself. It was only in a religious Community hall but there were quite a few people there. I only ‘skimped over’ matters relating to vampires. How can you talk about things that you know don’t even exist – although I am expected to do so, so often. And I said so!
So after 10 minutes or so, I said . . . “Is there anything you want to ask me about related matters?”.
Several suggestions, until one girl said . . . “Can you tell us, do you believe in God?”
And so it went from there. But I’m not going to summarise it all here. I understand that the Talk (which was recorded) is being used in their next Community magazine so I might quote some extracts here when its published next month. But all in all, a good night, and none of the questions at the end were ‘hostile’. Somebody gave me a lift, and I was back home in less than 10 minutes. I just wish all my Talks could be so easy!
Aside from that, things have been fairly quiet. By that I mean, not as hectic as usual. Should add, that at the end, I was offered a couple of glasses of wine; which somewhat disproves the theory that Methodists are not allowed to drink!
15 MINUTES LATER!
I just went to nibble at a Pizza. I don’t particularly like Pizzas, but somebody left it. The wine and the fresh air has obviously made me hungry! Well, I opened a bottle of wine while I was at it, I must admit.
Well, things should certainly slow down a little now, what with everyone having ‘Christmas fever’! Its only today week but I’ll be really glad when its over. I’m by no means caught in the rush; I just think Christmas has become so commercialized generally, and lost its true meaning. For example, all the merchandise with its accompanying advertising with shop keepers just out to make a profit. And then, all the Christmas cards sent to everybody in sundry – sometimes, people we only remember just once a year.
Personally, I have made it known that I don’t want to receive any Christmas cards. I never send any either, unless it is to people who are special. That is different because at least it has some genuine meaning.
And so, with another Talk out of the way, I leave you for now. Apart from which, I’m still partially recovering from the intense – but amiable – Talk I gave a little earlier.
For the moment,