This month I went on a week long silent retreat with Helen in the Wairarapa. They not only did morning prayer each day but they did evening prayer as well every day. Praying twice a day! Whatever next?
As if that wasn’t enough, Helen took me on some expeditions as well. Come and play with me and Jesus, she said. I was force fed blackberries and I was made to go for a swim in the nearby creek. It was cold. Brrr. Once was enough, I flatly refused to swim again even tho the weather was supposed to be hot.
A dry closet for next year really is a must. Have you got one without a creek or a swimming hole in it? I’ll bribe the judges.
