a model citizen

I have bought a boat. It is a sailing boat. A friend needed to make some space and, having enjoyed sailing it with him in the past, I offered to buy it from him.

Yes, she’s a model yacht, but she’s still a big vessel (63 inches in length). Yesterday we rigged her for the first time (outdoors because the mast is too high!) and she looked splendid. There’s still some work to be done to make her ready to sail again, but it won’t be long.

What I found so relaxing when I sailed her previously is that the principles of sailing still apply, even if scaled down. You still have to be aware of the wind direction and speed. You still have to adjust the sails and your course. You can still have comparative silence as she glides almost effortlessly across the water. And, if you want, you can still get up quite a speed.

I am hoping that I will be able to share this relaxing hobby with others in due course, once I am confident I know what I am doing, just as my friend shared it with me. If you’d like to join me, let me know.

Some of you will have got ahead of me here, but I’m not going to go off on a ‘share your faith’ bloggage. Rather I am going to change tack (see what I did there) and suggest that as wonderful and relaxing as sailing a model boat is, it’s not sailing in a boat. You don’t travel anywhere (unless it gets stuck and you have to wade out to it). It’s great, but not the full monty, the whole experience, the big picture.

I wonder how much God looks at us as churches and as individuals and thinks, “Why are they messing about with models when they could be doing the real thing?”

Does he look at our services and think, “That’s lovely, but I would rather you worshipped me with your whole life”?

Does he look at the way we are with one another and think, “You are being kind, which is a Spiritual Fruit, well done, but it’s so much better when you love one another”?

Be blessed, be a blessing (full scale!).

The model husband

There are several men in the changing room of a golf club club, following a day’s driving, pitching, chipping, putting (and looking in the undergrowth for lost balls). Suddenly a cell phone that was on one of the benches rings. A man picks it up and the following conversation ensues:


“Honey, It’s me.”


“Are you at the golf club?”


“Great! I am at the shops. I saw a beautiful coat… It is absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?”

“What’s the price?”

“Only £1,500.00”

“Well, OK, go ahead and get, if you like it that much…”

“Ahhh and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the latest models. I saw one I really liked. I spoke with the salesman and he gave me a really good price … and since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year…”

“What price did he quote you?”

“Only £60,000…”

“OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.”

“Great!, before we hang up, something else…”


“It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and…I stopped by the estate agent this morning and I saw the house we had looked at last year … it’s been reduced!! Remember? The one with a pool, tennis court, acre of garden, beachfront property…”

“How much are they asking?”

“Only £450,000… a magnificent price, and I see that we have that much in the bank to cover…”

“Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid £440,000. OK?”

“OK, sweetie… Thanks! I’ll see you later!! I love you!!!”

“Bye… I do too…”

The man hangs up, switches the phone off, raises his hand while holding the phone and asks to all those present: “Does anyone know whose phone this is?”

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