Saturday Thought with David Evans, Co-ordinating Chaplain, Plymouth University and Minister Morice Baptist Church
I am counting the days.
My left arm and wrist are encased in a fetching purple plaster (that one of my colleagues tells me is the correct colour for Lent – what timing!) and it has totally changed my life.
All sorts of things have become impossible with one's arm in plaster, notably driving the car – while other things have become more difficult, like eating food and getting dressed.
However it's not all bad. I have rediscovered the delights of travelling by bus – which I am pleased to be able to say has been nothing like as bad as I feared.
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The service at the hospital has also been good – I got through A&E much quicker than I expected and the staff for my two outpatients' appointments have been cheerful and informative. Among the many other things I have to be thankful for are the support of my long-suffering family and of my colleagues, lifts from friends, the fact that it was my left and not right wrist (I am very right-handed) and the fact that this is my first broken bone in my 55 years.
My wife remarked a couple of days ago that the muscle tone had gone down in my left arm.
Now I didn't know that I had any muscle tone in either arm. I have not darkened the doors of a gym since the nightmare of humiliation which was school PE lessons. But apparently it was noticeable.
This led me to wondering what other aspects of my life are withering through lack of use – including the spiritual.
How much time do we really spend with God, listening to him, reading his book the Bible, praying?
How often do we go to church, and when we do go, do we actually really listen?
Because, if we don't make the effort there will be a danger that God who wants to be our friend will instead be God the stranger.
We will find it difficult when an emergency comes up and we feel the need to pray urgently because we are talking to someone we really do not know.
God wants to be our friend but are we letting the friendship wither, just because we cannot be bothered to spend time with Him?
Has God become a stranger?