Friday, 29 February 2008
Monday, 25 February 2008
Its time God did email. All these mixed messages are freaking me out. Despite hours of discernment work, the picture is still far from clear. A good clean yea or nay in black and white would help immensely. Only then I'd probably forget the question and still be swithering over what route to go. Its hard being in the thick of it but I do know that answers hard won are those most valued. So I guess I'll just have to be patient a bit longer. In the meantime, a little reorganising wouldn't go amiss. Clearing my desk might not be a bad place to start.
Friday, 22 February 2008
Some interesting developments this week. Some chance encounters and unexpected conversations cause me to wonder where this road is leading. Change is in the air.
With a nod - and apologies to John Paul Young, these words are ringing in my ears, awakening my senses, pervading my days:
Change is in the air everywhere I look around Change is in the air every sight and every sound
And I don't know if I'm being foolish, don't know if I'm being wise But it's something that I must believe in and it's there when I look in your eyes
Change is in the air in the whisper of the trees Change is in the air in the thunder of the sea
And I don't know if I'm just dreaming don't know if I feel sane but you're something that I must believe in and I hear you call out my name
Change is in the air in the rising of the sun, Change is in the air when the day is nearly done
And I don't know if you're an illusion, don't know if I see it true but you're something that I must believe in. Just be there when I reach out for you
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
I wish folk would just let me get on with my job! That seems to be a constant refrain for me just now. It seems I can't get down to "real ministry" for tripping over minutiae that I don't need to be doing. And yet, if I don't take care of these things, they'll come back and bite me. I've blogged before about how, often, ministry is to be found in the distractions of our everyday but these particular distractions are not healthy. They arise from petty complaints and niggles and from years of neglect. So its important that they don't go unresolved any longer. But they are so draining on energy and goodwill and on love. And that's quite tragic. I need other sorts of distractions, good ones, to keep me going. This morning I was reading of Jeremiah being left to fester in the well and of the friends who came and helped him out, taking care that they didn't exacerbate his pain in doing so. That's what I need - a way out that won't just make things worse. Trusting, trusting, trusting - with gritted teeth.
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Friday, 15 February 2008
Off to Brownie Pack holiday with my daughter this weekend. Forecast is great. Can't wait. I'm not sure who is more excited - Zara or me. Amazingly, since I'm popping back to do Sunday service, sermon is done. Could do with pressure like that every week to get me organised ahead of schedule. Hope yours is a good, busy and fruitful weekend.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Why do I do it? Let myself be undermined time and again by guys whom I know I could run rings round? I may be all but invisible to them (obviously visible enough for them to feel threatened) but, thankfully, I am not invisible to God. God who created my inward parts, who fashioned me together in my mothers womb. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139)God who has given me gifts to use, gifts that complement my gender, not deny it.
Today's church needs a diversity of gifts, from male and female, working alongside each other, respecting the others wholeness and integrity, creating space for growth and sharing. Such was God's intention. Too bad that some men feel they know better than God!
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Friday, 8 February 2008
I'm off this weekend and really looking forward to it. Because yet again, it seems, everyone wants a piece of me and there's not enough to go around. So I'll escape for a couple of days and try to recharge.
During Lent, snowdrops, which abound in this part of the world, always speak to me of tenacity and of hope. I'm hoping to hang on in there like those precious buds, signalling fragility and victory. Lent has begun ferociously. Hopefully that will be tamed as it progresses so that there will be time to find direction in the wilderness and gain strength for the journey and thus emerge, like the snowdrop, trumpeting the good news of life against all the odds.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Into the dark world
a snowdrop comes,
a blessing of hope and peace
carrying within it a green heart:
symbol of God’s renewing love.
Come to inhabit our darkness, Lord Christ,
for dark and light are alike to you.
May nature’s white candles of hope
remind us of your birth
and lighten our journey
through Lent and beyond.
Its early morning and I'm still up. It will soon be getting light - the days are definitely getting longer - and I haven't even been to bed. Too much going around in my head. Ash Wednesday already and I'm not ready. But then, when are we ever ready for the changing liturgical seasons? They creep up on us or arrive fired up like steam trains and catch us unawares. Lent, of all the holy seasons, though, demands time out, requires reflection. Its not a case of giving up but of stepping up. Stepping up a gear in our devotion and in our setting aside time to walk with and to listen to God in our everyday. Maybe a sleepless night is as good a way as any to start.