Tuesday, April 25, 2006

is there no escape?

I have a little bach/cabin/holiday house that the Taylor family use to escape, revive, reflect and build family memories. It’s about 40 minutes drive from the city, isolated and peaceful and a life-saver.

We’ve owned it for just over a year. We go to hide and crash. We know none of our neighbours. But it seems they know us. At 6 pm last night there was a knock on the door. A stranger. “I am looking for the pastor. Can he come and pray for my sick wife.”

Part of me is wonders how on earth this isolated community has worked me out; part of me is honoured to be asked; part of me fears that I have just lost my precious hideaway.

Posted by steve at 05:36 PM


  1. I seem to recall that Jesus had a similar problem : )

    I reckon you should be more honoured than fearful…

    I also guess that in “isolated” communities – unlike in the city – no-one is isolated, at least in the sense that everyone knows what is going on, and no-one can remain anonymous (though I’m sure there are lonely people everywhere)…maybe us sophisticated urban-dwellers have something to learn from the backward rural-dwellers…

    Comment by Andrew Dowsett — April 25, 2006 @ 10:23 pm

  2. ;]

    have a nice holiday and blessings.

    Comment by [depone] — April 26, 2006 @ 8:00 pm

  3. How do they now you’re a pastor?
    Could it be the air of grace, sophistication that you bring???
    could it be the cross shaved into the side of your head??? – we’ll no because that’s gone
    or could it be because you were there on a Monday??
    Or could it have been a word from God.

    Comment by michael — April 27, 2006 @ 1:14 pm

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