Disclaimer: this is a pretty rubbish blog post.
I’m back at work and things are their usual busy self, and I’ve been fighting off a cold (I’m winning) and my asthma is bad, which made singing hard on the weekend, and I’m tired enough that I actually dozed off at my desk today, and here’s a quote from Michael Mayne: If I know myself to be struggling, angry, depressed, tired, then that is what I have to offer to God.
It makes sense. Jesus, alone in the darkness of the garden of Gethsemane, offered his brokenness, his fear, his regret. And even before that – Jesus never got tired? Sick of things? A little bit grumpy, and needing a cup of tea and an early night? The God who is radically present in all the experiences and manifestations of life knows what it is to be tired. The God who created the common cold (what was It thinking??) probably also suffered from one during the thirty-odd-year miracle of the incarnation.
And right now, that’s all I’ve got – not that I’m particularly depressed, or angry – I’m just tired. Which, according to Michael Mayne, is good enough for God. If that’s all I’ve got to offer, then I should offer it, honestly and openly and graciously and with a lightness of spirit.
And then I should get some sleep.