Tonight the lunch club committee met.  As church committee meetings go, it isn't too bad, it is small, low key and a reasonable level of banter.  We were talking about how to develop the work it does, in particular how to strengthen the links with the worshipping community.  At the last Church Meeting someone suggested a lunch club service - something that sounded fine but we hadn't a clue what they meant.  We came up with a couple of ideas that I think have good potential... twice a year we could have a 'Songs of Praise' service followed by tea and cake (or tea, if I can convince them...) to which we invite the lunch club folk...  and twice a year we could up sticks and take our service to the sheltered housing complexes and take tea with us.

I find these ideas quite exciting because they make the boundaries more fuzzy between the two groups, avoid the threshold issues of coming into "church" (even if its a school hall) and actually means we engage with each other.

I will be praying between now and Thursday that the church give us the green light...

Today was last week's day off, well almost, I had to do some urgent admin this morning and have a meeting this evening.  But I did get to spend the afternoon lying on the settee reading most of 'Gilead,' a novel that many people have been raving about for a while.

To be honest, although I'm glad I've read it, for me it didn't set the heather alight.  Perhaps I didn't "get it."  Although I found bits that resonated or that I found quite clever, it didn't excite me the way it seems to have done others and certainly wouldn't find its way onto my 'must read/recommend' list.

One thing I might think a bit more about - because it intrigued me - was the paralleling of the Ten Commandments with the start of Genesis.  I'm sure lots of people have already thought long an hard about this, but I haven't!

It's not a case of disliking the novel, it was a perfectly acceptable read (and a relaxing way to spend my afternoon!).  I wonder if, perhaps, because it had so many recommendations I had too high hopes for it?

Whether this just demonstrates that I'm a literary philistine or that my taste is widely different from others, I have no idea.  As something to read for relaxation, it worked well, and as I will soon have to get back into reading for research purposes, I'm glad I got the chance to complete it.

As part of our service today, I gave out some bricks I had found lying around the back of our defunct building.  I had assumed they were Victorian and of no great value (about 10p each) but opted to check with the deacons before giving them away.  No one raised any objection, but one person informed me that they were specially commissioned bricks (an unusual size) and worth considerably more than 10p each.  I mentioned this to the person who helped me cart them from car to school hall.  "Rubbish!"  he said, "I made them when I worked at the brick works, they are machine cut imitation Victorian hand made bricks and worth absolutely nothing."  Seemingly they were destined for the tip and the brick yard let him take for the chapel, where they might be useful one day.

In a sense this fitted all the better with the service - that which the brickyard seems worthless is valuable in the service of God (if only a visual aid!).  Hopefully people heard the message that whilst we might feel as old and worthless as crumbly, dirty old bricks, the Temple referred to in 1 Peter is built of us.

... one college I know is referred to by a friend as "the evangelly mould" at least two are often referred to that as "that place", in fact of Baptist colleges only Bristol and Scottish seem to manage to escape any derogatory remarks.  I saw this ASBO Jesus cartoon and thought, now this I have to nick!  I honestly don't think we were being forced into any kind of mould where I trained but the cartoon has an overall ring of truth. I feel.

It's a great phrase, and probably pretty much what I do when I'm on line typing up my thoughts and adventures!

Liz's induction service was a very happy event, well attended and friendly.  The preacher was entertaining and relevant, taking as his text 1 Corinthians 1:1 - 17.  His sermon was of the three aliterative points variety, with enough humility to admit that the third was contrived.  Three risks in ministry - Factions, Favouritism and Faffing About.  The faffing about seemed to cover two 'crimes' really; the first was displacement activities and the second, sanctified faffing, was doing things that other people could or should do.  He, rightly, said that ministers shouldn't be spending their time on admin, fine tuning Powerpoint or other such tasks.  The problem is, he was speaking from the luxury of a church that employs an administrator, has a children's worker, two ministers and many other available talented folk.  For those of us in small, older churches, the reality is if we didn't faff things wouldn't get done.  There are those who say that ministers should allow that to be the case, but I'm not so sure.

I think the essence of what the preacher was saying about faffing is correct - if there is something you as minister are doing that could be done as well (or maybe better) by someone else in the church, then they should be doing it, not you.  How we make the transition from sanctified faffing to sanctified delegation I'm less sure!

(Btw the way the raspberry trifle was excellent and I am envious of the city centre location...)