Eleven years ago I left 'vicar school' with no idea what the future held.  After meeting several churches and two 'preaches with a view' (sole nominee in Scottish speak) I had no call.  It was hard, really hard.  The college and the union were wonderfully supportive, and I remember being told by an experienced minister that this happens every year... for no obvious reason some of the most gifted and talented and, well, divinely called people don't settle in the average time frame.  Obviously I did settle, and I will always be grateful to Dibley who took a chance on me then, and the Gathering Place who still do so now.

This year I know of three people - two women and one man - who have fallen foul of that same system.  All three are gifted... one I know first hand, they do supply preaching for us, two I know by repute.  And it sucks - big time.  The reasons they don't settle are, frankly, petty and judgemental, excuses given after meeting them that were obvious from their profiles submitted ahead of time.

I believe in the settlement process, for all its flaws and failings, I just wish God didn't have to have a Plan B and plan C and a plan D for some of the best ministers.  In the end, the churches that take the risks get the blessings, and the churches that say no lose out.  But when you're going through it, it's rubbish.

Thoughts and prayers with H, B and L that I know of, and others that I don't.

I began my day by checking the current VAT rate and sending out emails on various administrative and premises related topics.  I had it in mind to write one of those "things they don't teach you at vicar school" posts, then events overtook me.

There was a phone call to return to a local faith-related organisation to give them our detials for a new directory they are creating.  Then a meeting with someone from a Christian arts/music organisation.  Then a very important pastoral matter to attend to.  There was the 'letter' to write for the monthly newsletter and my annual minister's report to finalise.  There are sill a whole heap of jobs not begun let alone done... my desk is still buried under candles and books, I still haven't begun either of the book reviews due by the end of this month...

But, as I near knocking off time after a reasonably 'normal' length day, I know that this role is characterised by enormous privleges that outweigh any frustrations at not getting done all - or sometimes even any - of what I had planned.  As the old adage goes, "tell God your plans and she laughs..."