I preached this a couple of weeks ago but forgot to post it here too.
So, there I was, walking down Whitehall on holiday a few days ago. I had a ticket for the theatre in my pocket and I was in a hurry to get to the show.
And I was thinking those happy thoughts that you have when you are on holiday. I was thinking – “Why did I think it was a good idea to come to London in July… in a heatwave”
But anyway, I was on holiday and apart from melting like the tarmac all around me, I was happy.
On I went. Downing Street on my left. The Cenotaph on my right.
The Scottish Office. Banqueting House.
I was on my way to the old Whitehall theatre, now masquerading under another name.
Walking up Whitehall is something I’ve done countless times. I often stay in Westminster when I’m back in London. I know the sights and sounds well enough. I don’t consider myself a tourist when I’m there – after all I used to live down there.
And then suddenly, something caught my eye. Something pulled me up short. (more…)
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