Walking with God

Happy Pentecost Sunday! We celebrate You, Holy Spirit, our Companion, Helper, Teacher and Spirit of Truth!  ❤️ Acts 2:1-4 NKJV [1] When the Day of Pentecost had fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. [2] And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. [3] Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. [4] And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. Image below created with Chatgpt 

One of my pet peeves is people who jump the queue. When our bus arrived at the stop, we formed an orderly queue to get on, but this person not only jumped the queue and barged in, he didn't even pay to get on. Bus drivers usually stop fare dodgers, but this driver let this one get away with it. He might have been a cute golden retriever dog, but it's no excuse for him to jump the queue. Owners please train your pets to queue up. We are all British after all and queueing is what we do best. 😆

The other day, I worked as a host at this university's graduation ceremonies. The faculties were medicine and science.   Although we were hosting four ceremonies on that day, it was quite an easy day for us as we were in the balcony, where the guests were.  After checking their tickets, we showed them to their seats and relaxed.    When it was my turn to sit inside the theatre, I watched the graduates and post graduates dressed in their gowns and mortar boards as their names were called out with their awards. They walked on stage and were cheered on by their contemporaries and the audience. It got me thinking of how different the academic worldview is to my Christian worldview. The world of academia is based on merit.  If you want a good degree - undergraduate and postgraduate - you have to work really hard for it.  The chancellor reminded them about how their various degrees are going to open many doors of opportunities for them. The Christian worldvi...

London is having a mini-heatwave. It's 27C, which is boiling hot for me.  I'm hibernating indoors. I pray that it's cool tomorrow at the museum I'm working in tomorrow.  (I don't think they have air-conditioning). I will take my portable fan with me for support. Stay cool, unless you're into this kind of weather. 😎 Photo of my faithful companion, Fanny. ❤️

The agency I mostly work for notified us they were now going to be using this app to book jobs  We are also required to clock in and out using that app. When I arrived at work, I used the app to clock in.  It was the first time I was using the app with this client.  It was then it occurred to me that in the past when I've worked in a theatre and the event has finished early, the duty manager has released us and still paid us till the end of the shift.  If I finish early and clock out using this app, will I still get paid to the end of the shift? I asked the duty manager, but he wasn't sure.  He told me he would contact the appropriate department to find out.  When I didn't hear from the manager, I decided to email our agency, on behalf of all agency staff working at that company, to ask for their advice.  I noticed the agency had just sent us an email reminder about using the app to clock in and out.  So I responded to that email. The agency said ...

While I was waiting at this bus stop, a bus arrived. As it was terminating at that stop, this woman and her toddler (possibly aged between two and three years old) got off the bus. When the child walked near the edge of the pavement, she pulled him away and said, "Danger."  When my bus arrived, we all queued up to get on. I heard the woman repeating the word "danger" to her son. I believe because young kids seem to have no concept of danger, the mother was teaching her child that roads can be dangerous and you have to be careful.  Recently I was working at this museum where there were parents with lots of young kids in the play area. At one point, this man approached me and handed me a little board with two long sharp nails sticking out of it. Presumably, the board had come off something. "The kids have been playing with this, you know, and it's dangerous," the man said. "They might hurt themselves." I thanked him for bringing it to my attent...