About a year ago I found myself having to lead (that’s loosely put) worship in a small community house. As far as I could see it required a certain degree of confidence in singing and playing the guitar. Neither of which I had. In fact growing up going to church I would often ‘mouth’ the words to songs just to look like I was singing. Anyway, I accepted the challenge, drew the short straw and grabbed a guitar. It was a painfully embarrassing experience.
I’ve never made a cake, but this is what I think you’d need:
A good kitchen with a decent table. An oven. The ingredients. Time and no distractions. A mixing bowl and the various bits of pans and stuff to make it. (I’ve really never made one).
If you were, for example, in a warehouse, with the oven on one side of the warehouse, the table on the other side, half the ingredients missing, no mixing bowl, forklifts driving by you, and only three minutes to make it in, then the forklift drives over the pan and squashes it, you would, I think, find it very difficult to make a cake.
A few months ago I was asked to come up with some sort of prophetic drama thing for one of our events, our annual Sheffield Praise Day. As I’m neither the world’s most natural thespian nor content with coming up with something shallow I spent a few weeks not knowing what to do, wrestling with ideas.