Just a bit more advanced theological reflection on Tuesday's interview. Having sleeplessly replayed most of the things that happened and lots of the questions I was asked I have concluded that the normally reasonably articulate me went walkabout. That is to say I didn't answer questions well or accurately or indeed the questions.
(I also, getting too long an answer off one of the panel to the first of my two questions, asked him to shut up so I could ask the second one and keep the panel within the designated hour. This probably annoyed him and impressed others but it should have been someone else's job to shut him up I'm sure.)
The previous week I had an interview experience that was described back to me as 'astounding.' Same me. Same nerves. Not hugely dissimilar questions. From astounding to appalling in five days.
I read Exodus 3 and 4 this morning. Moses tried to get out of doing a God job by pleading with God, wonderfully, 'I have never been eloquent and haven't become so since you started talking to me.' God tells Moses that he invented words and will use them as he wishes.
One of the questions on Tuesday was what I thought of the ministry of the Spirit and that same Spirit was possibly at work stopping me answering. Fantastic.
I don't think my previously discussed mixed motives lost me the job. I think it was the wrong job and I have found the right one. Amen.