I was chatting with my lunchtime pray-ers today about the endeavours of some to re-establish a church prayer meeting, which is looking like it might happen, if at all, either in an evening or on a Saturday morning. None of them would go to either meeting - some are very old and don't go out after dark, for others Saturday is either shopping or family time. I asked about lunch times - and they were enthusiastic - they like the half hour of stillness followed by food that we share 10 times a year. So, foolishly, I have just emailed my deacons to suggest we add another 12 lunchtime prayer meetings a year, one a month, and offering to host alternate months. Maybe the butternut squash and pumpkin soup has gone to my head, but in an older congregation where loneliness is a real issue and where people living alone may opt for a slice of toast rather than a proper meal, it seems that twin needs of pastoral care and spiritual nurture can be successfully blended without the poor old minister needing yet another evening out.
We will see what happens. Unless other people are willing to host six out of the twelve meetings, I won't pursue it. But it has promise, I feel.