and true to form, I have returned to a sermon crisis.
Preaching at St M's in the morning and again at local Conregationalist church in the evening (I've made life easier by choosing to work with the Hebrews passage for both, and worked out the liturgy for the evening before I departed).
We had a pretty good time on the boat one way and another (I'll put some pictures on flickr later on), but everything else pales into insignificance beside the events of Thursday - a.k.a. Results Day
Despite his convincingly gloomy predictions, Hugger Steward managed comfortable A grades in all 4 of his subjects,- so is heading off to study in the loveliest city in England (no bias here, of course) in the autumn of next year. I am, qutie obviously, ridiculously proud of him. Made a complete fool of myself by bursting into tears when he showed me the contents of the ominous brown envelope - but then, he greeted the results with a yell of triumph himself, so maybe it's permissable, once in a while.
OK. Excitement over for the moment. Back to the cloud of witnesses.