How frail is my body, how fickle is my soul,
It longs for things so easily, that will not make it whole.
It focuses on temporal and gazes on the glitz,
Which doesn’t help my spirit but leaves it all in bits
All this talk recently regarding discipleship and evangelism reminded me of the time over twenty years ago now, when Gordon and I moved to Clifton-on-Teme to work with a herd of pedigree Charolais cattle,??; well in truth it was Gordon doing the work! This was the first farm we had worked on that also had sheep. Gordon who is a cowman through and through, was not very interested; I on the other hand was. After all they were much easier to handle. I could, if I put my mind to it, turn one over onto its back, a cow would be more likely to turn me over on my back!
This skill would prove to be quite useful at lambing time.
So what has all this got to do with discipleship evangelism?