End of my first day at the Parliament of the World's Religions. At first I was worried that coming in half way through was going to make the whole experience a bit of a fizzer, but the night ended well with a great soy coffee and chat with Elizabeth Young from the Sisters of Mercy. I've heard from some incredibly inspiring people over the course of the day - from Valerie, who I'm hoping to interview tomorrow, a Sikh woman from the US who is using film to break down fear and intolerance in her country - from Hugh who is the founder of Oaktree and is now doing global stuff - from two people whose names I didn't get who have founded soulpancake, an interfaith website with similar aims to the transit lounge (creating space for conversation about how faith and real life interact) but much better interactivity. I'm a bit jealous. I have to admit it - I'm a bit jealous of all these people. I'm heading to the end of my jesus year - I'll be 34 at the end of this month (the legend is that Jesus was 33 when he was crucified) and so far I haven't changed the world at all so far as I can tell. Certainly not enough so that i'd causing anyone any trouble. Am I a failure? Obviously this is self-indulgent twaddle. My life is great - I have a fulfilling job, an inspiring although occasionally maddening partner, and two crazy lovely kids. But I see these people doing so much in the world and while part of me is just really impressed and inspired, part of me wonders why I'm not doing more... Still, I guess that's what this week is about - not to go and feel interested but un-moved, but to learn and be inspired and be challenged, and therefore left just a little uncomfortable.