All too comfortable?

Let's be honest, I've spent the last couple of days doing very little. But then, there is very little I can do. After the job people sounded so irritated last time when I rang up, and told me to wait for them to ring me, rather than badgering them, I am a bit reluctant to be so proactive as to call them every day. So I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

In the meantime, I have been doing some reading for next term, and a bit of random reading not for next term, occasionally popping into town, occasionally meeting up with various Farnborough folk and so on.

In a way, its quite nice to drift along aimlessly for a couple of days, in another way its actually a heck of a lot harder to use my time effectively at home than it is at uni, for some reason. I think Alec hit the nail on the head yesterday when he said, Farnborough is a very comfortable place. In some ways that's nice for a few weeks every so often. In other ways, I am growing more and more dissatisfied with comfort.

There's that excellent bit in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe when someone, I think its Susan but don't have the book to hand asks if Aslan is safe. The reply from the Beaver (is it Mr or Mrs, can't remember which) is 'Safe? Who said anything about safe? He's definitely not safe. But he is good.'
I'm not sure I want to be safe, because I want to live life to the full, and I don't think that that sort of thing comes necessarily from what our society calls a comfortable life. I guess I often fall short, but what I want to do is life the life of a child of the 'unsafe' (at least in a wordly sense), but totally good, God. The challenge, as always, is making those words count day to day, even at home in comfortable old Farnborough.