Beyond church

In the previous post I expressed frustration at folk who, in a task oriented meeting wanted simply to tell stories rather than get on with the work in hand. I've been trying to process why I felt so impatient with that. Let me say that I love stories. It's one of the great privileges of ministry that we get to hear and to cherish other folk's stories. But, unless we are prepared, as well as valuing stories, to analyse anecdotal evidence, examine the underlying themes and determine what makes them important, what makes events special and memorable, we won't learn from those stories. If our desire is to see the church move forward, to reach into communities appropriately and relevantly, then we have to understand the stories that are important to that community. There is a time and a place for listening to and telling stories. There is also a time to move beyond the stories, taking what is valued with us.

As a church, we proclaim a good news story but it is important that the good news is made real in people's lives and that the story is embraced and lived out and not just repeated without a context.

Fish out of water

I really need to stop attending ecclesiastical meetings. They are bad for my health. Why can't folk stay on task? And ministers are the worst. There's always a story to be told and simple answers to be elaborated and made unnecessarily complex.

I suppose part of it comes from being involved in a profession that deals in stories - listening and telling. But when there's a task to be performed it would be helpful to find another modus operandi.

Wondering tonight whether I should be frustrated at feeling like an alien at such gatherings - or relieved. I think I'll go with the relief and cherish being different. There are times when its just not good to fit.

Dinosaur

Not just a rocky outcrop overlooking the shore at Dunure but a dinosaur in the eyes of a ten year old child.

Is that what comes of over exposure to the Church of Scotland? :)

The living and the dead

Sometimes I am overwhelmed - in a good sort of a way - by the mystery of communion.

And, despite the fact that in the Church of Scotland we regiment it and formalise it and generally sanitise it - even before swine flu - yet the Holy Spirit still manages to get in there and make communion glorious and tantalising - a glimpse of things to come.

Today we made a giant paper chain, symbolising our connectedness, not just with one another but, in communion linked to saints throughout the world in heaven and on earth.

Mystery, joy and thanksgiving.

Streaks ahead

When I bought the convertible at the beginning of summer, my colleague assured me that it would be a good stress buster. And it has. But stress was also alleviated today by the belly laugh I caused when I announced to the boys in the local Coop funeral directors that, after the service, I was going to take my top off and go for a run.

For the avoidance of doubt and, because churches are getting increasingly litigious, I was of course referring to the car.

Grace

Reekie Linn Falls, Angus

Cascading, cleansing, reviving

washing away hurts

removing the harshness of judgement

restoring love.

Relaxing shoulders hunched defensively

against unjust attack

and wrong conclusions reached in haste.

Bathing eyes sore from weeping

and throats aching with tears unshed

Healing wounds

exposed and picked over

Restoring, making new

All these miracles accomplished

through grace, the most amazing thing of all

Result!

Someone referred to me today as an a-typical minister. She was thinking in particular of the way I dress and the car(s) I drive. For me, that was a huge boost. It's something I've been striving to achieve for 20 years in "professional ministry". Now I just need the church to be a-typical too - in all the best ways.