“Where to now, then?”
The clock ticked, and the air-con hummed. The traffic fumes seemed to become worse as the heat outside intensified.
“I really need to know where I’m going: I’ve lots of people to reach.”
The music Stephen had put on as a background distraction was now distracting him. He switched it off in irritation, leaving only the ticking clock and the air-con.
He tugged at his collar.
“If you’re not going to guide me, it won’t be much of a sermon, Lord. I mean, you’re the one that brought me to inner-city ministry in the first place!”