This week, a team of roofers have been taking the roof off of my new manse and steadily creating  new one - currently bright pink waterproof membrane thingy and red batons (or whatever they are called).

It got me thinking...

When I was a ministerial student, I lived in part of a Grade 2 listed former vicarage.  During the second winter I lived there, part of the roof collapsed, and had to be replaced, along with treatment of serious penetrating damp.  I recall having to move out and stay in a room at college whilst the fungus was treated with highly toxic chemicals, and then having polythene sheeting over the walls until the brickwork dried out enough to re-plaster. 

The first church I served, back in 'Dibley' had a fanastic roof, the most expensive tiles possible, because they had had it roofed and within a year the tiles had begun to fail - the supplier was so mortified they replaced it with the most expensive tiles, free of charge.   Alas the walls and utilities were all decidedly dilapidated underneath the beautiful roof, and within a year we'd had to close the building, which was subsequent demolished. 

Then the 'Gathering Place' which had a long standing issue with the sanctuary roof that necessitated regular monitoring, and the added challenges of Grade B (roughly Grade 2 in England & Wales) listed status.  After two decades of faithful and sacrificial exploration of options to redevelop with a facade retention, the congregation took the courageous decision to step away and sold the site to a developer.  After a few more years of the developer seeking a solution, that building, too will almost certainly be demolished.

'Railway Town' is grade 2 listed, and has a sound roof - hurrah!  The amusing little tale is that the first time I preached there, we came out to find ourselves inside a police cordon as there had been a partial roof collapse at one of the houses opposite, and they were awaiting fire & rescue to make it safe enough to open the street.

And so here I am in the place which has yet to reveal its online name, with a sound church building, no listed statuses to worry about and a gorgeous, recently purchased, manse which is undergoing rigorous renovation that will last way longer than my tenure.

I am not sure what - if anything - any of this means, but it amuses and intrigues me that, if we look for connections, we can usually find, or maybe make, them.

Today, after doing some housework, putting on a pot of stew and taking a wander around the local shops, I hung some pictures and other items, among them the clock in the photo.  Not one of my pictures is valuable, if value is measured in pounds sterling, indeed I think this clock, purchased from a mail order catalogue (remember those?) and a twenty first birthday gift from my parents, was expected to last around five years, if I was lucky.

Seemingly, I am lucky, as I have now had it more than forty years, it has survived around ten house moves, has been dropped at least twice (the case is damaged and the glass long gone) but it still works.  It seems, having rehung it today that the chime mechanism, which had been wheezing ever since the last move, has finally failed.  Even so, the pendulum works, the battery powered motor still keeps reasonable time, and my clock 'lives' on.

I guess, in some way, this s a bit like life itself... I too have survived job changes, house moves,  physical and emotional injuries, some bits of my body don't function quite as well as they did, and yet, even if a bit slower, I still live a functional and rewarding life.

The picture hanging stirred many memories - of people and places, moments and milestones - their value will never amount to much in monetary terms, but to me they are priceless.  Again, a bit like life... most of us will never be financially rich or recognisably famous - but to those who love us, and who share our lives, we are immeasurably important and precious.

Maybe its a sign of the passing of time that I notice these things more than I used to. As the cheesy saying puts it, the past is gone and we cannot change it, the future is not promised and we can only wonder what it may bring, but what we have now is a real gift - which is why (super cheesy word play) we call it the present.  I hope my clock has years left to keep time, if not to chime - and that I live each moment to its full value.  

We have completed our first weekend residential of the year... a couple of dozen ministerial students gathering in Manchester to learn, form and reflect together.  There was a lot to do... from admin to community forming, from worship to thinking about governance, from options to visit an art gallery to space for craft and quiet contemplation.

It was good, and my colleagues are amazing!  I am looking forward to seeing where this academic year takes us.

Yesterday afternoon was my induction service in Manchester, and it was a joyful and joyous occasion.

The preacher, drawing on vine imagery from John 15 spoke about the intertwining of participants such that 1+1+1 = 1, where the three 1s were Church, Catriona and Christ... as we work together so love evolves, and ministry and mission emerges.

I had also prepared little 'goody bags' for those who came along, each with three hearts...

• A wooden heart with the words 'love shows itself in actions' (paraphrased from 1 John 3:18) one of the texts for preaching
• A chocolate heart because, apart from needing a sweet treat, it is a symbol of love, and that love is good (taste and see that the Lord is good... kind of...)
• A paper heart, impregnated with wild flower seeds and with a bee image... because of Manchester bees... and because the kingdom of God is like wildflowers... and because love is sacrificial (unless an ear of wheat falls to the ground...)

My good friend R assures me that is the last time she will ever 'preach me in' (she's done it three times) and I have assured her it's the last time I will ask her (because we both now nearing retirement age!).

The love ethic of the God who is love - what better sermon could anyone preach.

This morning I will be received into Membership at my new church, and this afternoon I will be inducted as the Minister.

A morning cup of tea in a seventeen year old mug! I know this because I was given it (actually I was given two) the evening before my induction service in The Gathering Place.

It’s sitting on a coaster I have had one week, a fun gift as part of leaving present from Railway Town Baptist Church.

And not forgetting dear old Dibley Baptist Church who took a chance on a NAM nearly 23 years ago, and so gave the opportunity to start writing this story.

A special day and at the same time an ordinary day - I am sure with more cups of tea along the way!!