I left the house at 10 am yesterday and returned at half past midnight.

I was away for fourteen and a half hours; drove two hundred and sixty miles and spent six and a half hours in meetings.

It’s Friday morning, and there is now two days work to do.

I remembered the words of a fax I got from a friend in the mid-90s, before we all had email.

“Are you lonely ?
Work on your own ?
Hate having to make decisions ?
Rather talk about it than do it ? Then why not

“HOLD A MEETING”

You can get to see other people
Sleep in peace. Offload decisions
Learn to write volumes of meaningless notes
Feel important and impress (or bore)
your colleagues.

And all in work time !

“Meetings”
The Practical Alternative to work”

A colleague in the North used to have a plaque on the wall of the vestry of his church:”For God so loved the world, he did not send a committee”.

Does half of what I do have anything to do with Jesus? If it hasn’t, why am I doing it?