That Friday feeling
This comment was written following a Friday Meeting for Worship during which recordings of those who had witnessed the earthquake in Haiti were played.
This comment was written following a Friday Meeting for Worship during which recordings of those who had witnessed the earthquake in Haiti were played. With our best Friday-faces on we trudge to school. And we complain that it’s too early, or too dark, or too wet or quite possibly all three. With the habit of sleeping until the last possible minute, not many of us bother with the luxury of the morning news. Neither can we, with our hard day of study ahead, be wasting our weary eyes upon the morning papers. And so the usual conversations arise, seemingly oblivious to the wider world. The day goes on, and between those who are working hard, and those who are pretending, the modern day can hardly find a chink through which to interrupt.
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