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  • Baptism Classes

    I'm not sure it's 'done' to admit that I never took Baptism classes myself (I'd done URC membership classes eons before), and have never until now offered them to others - one candidate at a time, all people I knew quite well, been around for ages, a couple of conversations felt about right. But there you go, that's how it is.

    Today amidst coughs, sneezes, and other lurgy symptoms, I started work on a material for some Baptism classes I'm about to lead over the next four weeks.  The first one is just about there (just as well, since I deliver it on Saturday) and I have titles for the others...

    Week 1 – Why be Baptised? What does Baptism symbolise?

    Week 2 – Why be a Baptist? What is the Declaration of Principle and how does it work?

    Week 3 – Why be part of Gathering Place? Our values, worship & witness

    Week 4 – Practical considerations and planning the service.

    Looking forward to some great conversations with this small group.

  • Cometh the lurgy...

    A few days back, I was reflecting on how fortunate I had been not to succumb to any of the assorted lurgies that have been doing the rounds.  I reflected too soon, it seems, as it has now set upon me with a vengeance!

    I think it's just a heavy cold, nothing more, but it's pretty rubbish, and I am working my way through oodles of tissues, hot squash with honey, and the occasional Beechams, as well as coughing, sneezing, etc.

    It never ceases to amaze me that something as trivial as a cold has the power to make me feel unwell, when serious conditions and diseases are largely devoid of such symptoms.

    A quiet day in prospect, writing sermon and Bible study materials I think... so long as I stop coughing for long enough!!  Certainly can't be visiting anyone until I'm sure the infection is gone away.

  • The Mother's Story...

    Yesterday we conlcuded our explorations of the parable of the Prodigal Son, from th eperspective of the mother, the silent witness.  Bringing the story into 'conversation' with the account of Moses' birth and adoption, and the sister who watched, waited and then spoke out, we thought about the idea of a 'time to keep silent and a time to speak', the challenges of 'breaking silence' on abuse and of the apparent/effective collusion of 'keeping silent'.  No answers, lots of questions.  And images of mother hens and mother eagles along the way!

    So here is the mother's story...

    There’s a sight I thought I’d never see again – the three of them under the one roof.  I’m not too sure how to feel about it really, there’s an atmosphere you could cut with a knife!  My elder son silently fuming as he watches his father embrace his brother.  My younger son weeping with shame and embarrassment under the gaze of his father.  My husband overwhelmed by joy at the return of his youngest and seemingly oblivious to his elder son’s anger.  I stand here and watch, not knowing what to think, or what to say, so I say nothing.


    As I stand here, in the shadows, feeling the tension, watching, listening, I realise that all I want to do is to make everything right again.  All I want is for us to be a happy family, just I had assumed we were for so long.  I wish my boys were children, so that I could sweep them up in my arms and hugs them to me.  I wish my husband would rest his head on my shoulder and let me hold him in my arms.  I wish, like a mother hen, I could gather them all under my wings and protect them.


    Protect them – but from what?  And why?  I can’t just wrap them in my love and everything will magically be right, there are hurts to heal, relationships to mend, and – hard though it is – truths to be told.  Only then is reconciliation possible, forgiveness achievable.  If I love them, really love them, then I must find my voice, must speak the truths they need to hear, however unpalatable that may be… and then I must mother them afresh, nurturing new behaviours, new attitudes, new understandings.


    Standing back and watching – it has given me perspectives that perhaps they cannot see.  This waiting, watching time, it hasn’t been wasted time.  But it needs to be productive time.


    I remember the old story of Moses and the sister who waited and watched over him as he lay in his floating cradle.  How terrified she must have been when the Egyptian princess ordered him to be brought out of the water.  I wonder what thoughts went through her head as she weighed the consequences of speaking out or staying silent.


    But if she hadn’t found her voice, if she hadn’t acted, the story would have ended very differently.


    To be like the hen, protecting my brood is good.  But I need also to learn from the mother eagle whose love is tough and realistic, as she teaches her chicks the essential skills of flight.  She watches, she waits, and when the time is right she nudges her precious children over the edge into the air, still watching, still waiting and then, if they fail to fly, swooping down to catch them on her back and bring them safely back to the nest.


    Somewhere between these two, the hen protecting her chicks from predators and the eagle teaching hers to fly, is the balance I need to find.  But it needs a first step, a first word.


    I take my courage in both hands, step forward into the picture and call their names…

  • Teaspoon Prayers for Grown-ups!

    As a child, I learned about teaspoon prayers, based on the abbreviation tsp... Thank you, Sorry, Please.  I've used the idea countless times over the years.

    Today I wanted something just a little bit more grown up.

    So I thought about how we used teaspoons to measure small amounts of substances that have the potential to transform in a good way...

    To measure sugar, to bring sweetness to food/drink... and God's love to bring sweetness to life

    To measure salt, to draw out the flavour of food... and God's love to bring savour to life

    To measure medicine, to aid healing... and God's healing love

    And we thought about teaspoons as agents of activity, mixing or stirring... and prayed that we be stirred to act in response to our prayers, bringing sweetness, savour and healing to the world around us.


    People were then invited to take home their teaspoons, on which I had written the Biblical text that accompanied the prayers... to be filled to the fullness of the measure of God (or as I expressed it, God's love)

    Click 'read more' to see the words I used...

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  • Welcoming...

    Today a new settee and footstool arrived at my home, needing to be assembled.  Not at a difficult task, but one that really needed two people.  So I was very grateful for the assistance of our link BMS Missionary who was staying overnight after a whistlestop visit to us en route to Nairn. Indeed, I'm sufficuently grateful that I will be making a donation to BMS in lieu of the IKEA build fee!

    As you can see, the kitties love the new settee and are happily making it their own.

    Now I have two settees, which means I can comfortably accommodate more guests at any one time without having to import kitchen chairs.

    This makes me happy, because I want my home to be welcoming, and a place where welcome is extended to many more people in the future.

    At the moment my hall is full of cardboard, so not at its most inviting, but it feels good to have made the changes in the living room.