Finding the sweet spot.

Here is a photo of a dishevelled greying guy at Park run. This photo is not glamorous or sexy.

You can see my countenance is contorted with the strain of trying really hard. I look as though I have all the problems of the Church of God on my shoulders.

It is a curious quirk that every so often I find what some sports people refer to as the ‘sweet spot’. The sense where body, soul and mind all align in a perfect harmony. This ‘space’ is an elusive little critter that you cannot write into your diary for 8:00am on Saturday morning. You do not find this ‘sweet spot’; rather it is almost as if it finds you. It happens sometimes when I am jogging around by myself and I am not motivated by selfish ego in trying to catch the person in front of me.

No, this ‘sweet spot’ catches me by its own stealth and I don’t realise it until I am actually there, in the moment.

A surfer will also speak to you about the sweet spot. They will tell you that sometimes they catch and ride the perfect wave. Try to replicate this of your own volition and you are doomed to never experiencing it again.

Sometimes it works like this with prayer as well. Every so often, you may find Him or rather He finds you.

And because we can’t orchestrate this encounter, the best we can do is make sure that we continue to run round the lake, go across to pray, front up at the altar, make ourselves aware, practice and make ourselves available.