This morning a large group of us met together at church to sort and pack, clear and shift, declutter and dejunk as much stuff as we could.  Named by me as "Team Sparklers" in honour of Guy Fawkes Night, this team really shone as they worked tirelessly and cheerfully to completely clear several rooms, and make huge in-roads into others.

After a good couple of hours hard work, we shared a lunch of chip-shop chips, steaming mugs of tea and assorted sweet treats.

The air rang with laughter, memories were made and shared, treasures were uncovered, bizarre objects rehomed or recycled, oodles of items packed up to be passed to other churches, community groups and charities... and a good time was had by all.

Our resident bard wrote us a poem - and the photo shows the majority of the Team enjoying hearing it read.

I came home a tired and happy 'minister type person' feeling that we'd done really well.  Brother Lawrence (Practice of the Presence of God) spoke of the worship he offered in omelette making.  I think we offered worship in what we did, and glimpsed something of God in each other, and above all were church.

I'd like to think that God enjoyed our endeavours - I certainly did!

Today in a social media group of which I am part, someone, who describes themself as non-religious, asked me if I could share a nice prayer for those who were struggling.

My first thought was, wow, what a lovely thing to be asked.

My second thought was, yikes, what a challenging thing to be asked.

My third thoughts was, this is pure privilege, the kind of thing that minister type people dream of...

So I wrote a 'non-religious' prayer, addressing God as 'Eternal Love' and recognising the circumstances in which group members find themselves. I hope it scratched where people were itching, and that it brings comfort and hope to those who need it.

Today has been spent, for the most part, sorting stuff in my office at church in preparation for the big move to my home office on Wednesday.  It's not all done yet, but I made some good inroads, and had some fun along the way.  Among my many discoveries were these two rather fine (and somewhat rusty) boxes, which brought a smile to my face.  As we plan to pack up and move out for a bit, it seems out forebears were ahead of us with these tin trunks!

It has also been a day of circulating inventories and phoning charities and boxing up stuff to be passed on... from cups and plates, via card, chalks and crayons, to part burned candles (yes, really!).  It's been great fun - in a way that perhaps only I can count as fun; being able to be generous to others, mostly locally but in some cases nationally, is a real privilege.

Tomorrow I have more sorting to do before, and probably after, a training (half-)day but hopefully all will be just about there in time for Wednesday morning when the packers and the van arrive!

I love the metal boxes into which we can, if we wish, pack the essentials of church and carry them with us, Ark of Covenant style, during our tabernacling phase.

And now, after a long, happy day, it's time to stop before I flop!!