Burned out?

I'm sure it was just coincidence, but the morning after I got home from the glories of the Shropshire hills, I looked out of the bedroom window to see, where a neighbour had cultivated an impressive clump of pampas grass, a collection of blackened stumps.

We've all heard (and preached) about the need to come down from the mountain top to get on with life on the plain, but I did wonder whether the day after the excitement of meeting God in the burning bush, Moses felt anything like this.



I'm glad to report that things aren't that bad here....though there are times, aren't there??