A time to speak and a time to keep silent

So 25 years ago I was a young man in a hurry and I was accepted to be a preacher in the Methodist Church and God made me a teacher, for it certainly wasn't my idea, and I've been blathering on ever since in an impatient attempt to move people on in different ways.

And now I wonder whether I've moved myself on at all in this time and so I'm now a student not a teacher but I just can't seem to break the habit of pouring it all out and as I finally begin to take some stuff in and good stuff it is too then I want to pass it on to all and sundry and if it's difficult to quite say I'm in a hurry any more due to my inherent laziness then I'm still conscious of the passage of time and indeed that younger men than me have heart attacks and can't do anything even if they survive and this bothers me to put it mildly.

And today Meryl preaches about patience. Well thank you.

Let no-one say that I can't take a hint even if you do have to hit me in the face with it.

So I'm not preaching on this Plan and I understand why. And we'll see about keeping it down on the next one (sorry Stuart I know it's the summer one). And I'll do my best over the next fifteen months to be the one filled and not the one filling.

But wait for the flood after that.