This Eisteddfod has been truly fantastic and my colleagues have made our church tent a brilliant experience for many. Thousands have already come under our roof for fellowship, worship and lots of tea and coffee. Being at the Eisteddfod is one of the highlights of my year. It's the company that matters.
There is one disadvantage however. Every year, someone from my distant past will come and spring that awful question on me accusingly: "You don't remember who I am do you?" There is within the question an implicit accusation that I am failing them as a pastor. A few years ago I discovered the ideal answer to the question that is given in order to embarrass and belittle: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I thought that I had buried you last year." No one who has been given that answer has asked the question twice.
supremely and ardently solicitous
2 months ago