A year or so ago, I
wrote here about my adventures some while ago in the Vosges, and reflected on
my decision to ease gently into retirement whilst purchasing and getting to
know the ins and outs of a small motor-caravan.
In examining my aims and aspirations as I should use this asset, I
concluded that a definite challenge would be posed by talking to people and
enjoying fellowship with them. I resolved that, while not taking myself too
seriously, I should avoid foolish chit-chat and unsubstantiated criticism. At the end of the post, I dared myself to
report back here. So now, a year later,
I’m rising to my own challenge. Has
having the motor-caravan helped me overcome my perceived difficulty chatting to
people?
I undertook four
expeditions during the summer, three each of two nights and a week during June
comprising three more two-night stops.
The last two of these events fall broadly into the ‘failure’ box, as
regards chatter. In one situation I was
the only camper there, and went purposely to eliminate distractions in order to
complete a particular piece of work in a quiet, concentrated and deliberate
manner. In the other, although there
were a number of other vehicles present, most of the other visitors spent the
daytime away from the site. That said, I
did chat on the final morning with the couple on the adjacent pitch. They only stayed for the one night there, and
just beat me to the exit as they made their way home from France to
Staffordshire.
My first trip, just
after Easter, was a good initiation into the programme, and having deliberately
set myself to smile and/or nod to each other camper I passed, I felt satisfied
with the result. The June trip was
planned to incorporate a visit to the Bible Society’s recently opened visitor
centre at Llanycil on the shores of Lake Bala, called Mary Jones World. It commemorates the 26-mile walk by a
fifteen-year-old girl in 1800 in order to buy her own copy of the Bible. It was this feat that inspired the foundation
four years later of what became the Bible Society. I had made contact in advance with the
manager, Nerys Siddall and after a brief chat with her during my visit, I felt
confident to offer a single word of Welsh over the heads of other visitors as I
took my leave.
It was Nerys who had
suggested the site where I stayed. This
was right next to the preserved railway, and I chatted one morning to one of
the volunteers there, as he painted a signal post by the platform. There were also two conversations on the
site, one with the owner, as he rested from repairing a piece of the fence, and
the other with one of the few other campers, as we walked back together from
the shower block.
These specific
camping incidences might seem trivial in themselves, but they form part of a
broader pattern of increased involvement with others during the year, as I have
made a conscious effort to recover the jovial interlocutor that I was in past
times. That’s not to say there isn’t
still some way to go. It was with some
apprehension, for example, that a couple of weeks ago I put myself in the
position of attending a social function where I had reason to believe that I
would know no one else present. I
confess that I was glad to discover at least three others from my own church
there, and one of them acted as a willing conduit enabling me to join in.
Even a personal post
like this cannot pass without a look at Scripture, of course, and my first
quotation is particularly apposite to that last experience. Jesus spoke about sending His disciples out
as sheep among wolves, and told them, inter
alia, “do not worry about what to say or how to say it. At that time you will be given what to say.”
(Matt. 10:16-19). More generally
illustrative is God’s dealing with the reluctant Moses (Exodus ch.4), which
culminates in Aaron being appointed as his mouthpiece, “I will help both of you
speak, and will teach you what to do.” (v. 15). And final encouragement comes as to Jeremiah,
where God says to him, “Go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command
you.” (Jer. 1:7).
These verses are not
only reassuring for me in my hesitation about speaking, but to us all, for from
time to time we all come up against situations where we know we should say
something, but aren’t quite sure how it might be received. It’s then that we should take strength from
such words as these, and remember that our Lord is with us - not just in heart,
but also in mouth - whatever we’re faced with - for it’s on these occasions more
than ever that we’re speaking for Him.
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