Some days in ministry it is just one pastoral encounter after another. One meeting finishes and the phone rings and another conversation begins. That one ends and the door bell rings and another arrives to chat. You nip out to the shops and meet a parishioner there too who wants to talk and before you know it it is tea-time and you haven’t done a stroke of work.
Well, of course you have. It was all work. But why does it feel as if I have just blethered the day away? And when am I going to get my Holy Week prep done?