What place connects these clues...

'The Flying Kipper' an episode of Thomas and Friends

A limerick spoken by Roald Dahl's Matilda

'The ultimate reality' according to Alan Garner

Where 'a silly girl' was being taken, according to Marie Lloyd

A real life crater on Mars

The lectionary for today seemed to invite a reflection on what it means to pray for the city (town) (Jeremiah)  and who are the 'foreigners' whose actions gives us pause (Jesus and the ten lepers in Luke).  So I was wondering what that mean in this town, that is less than two hundred years old, was once right at the forefront of a technological innovation (rail travel), is the place where people of more than 30 nationalities now live, with roughly 1 in 10 not being born in the UK; where notionally two thirds of people are Christian, around thirty percent claim to have no faith and there are small, but numerically significant, groups of Jews, Muslims, Sikhs and Buddhists.

What does it mean to listen to the 'foreigners' the people who don't look like think like, or believe like us?  What does it mean to pray for this place, and how do our lives express those prayers?

I am not sure that the 'sermon' 'landed' (though the Thomas the Tank Engine video went down well!) but it certainly gave me plenty to ponder in the preparation. 

Yesterday I was in London with a colleague leading an induction day for three ministerial students who have transferred to us following the sudden and sad closure of Spurgeon's at the end of July.  I think we had a good day - it was certainly very full and we covered a lot of ground together.

We met in a central London church which has great facilities, including a room with adjacent kitchen/dining area where we could make refreshments and have lunch.  When I was decanting the contents of my shopping trolley into the fridge, I stumbled across not one but two pots of 'devil's dressing' which caused me, and everyone else much mirth.

Definitely an unusual find in a church fridge!

++Sarah Mullally, the first woman to be Archbishop of Canterbury... should I send her an Offensive (TM) Tee-shirt?  Might it be the case that in 2025 people have moved on from 2009 - I'd like to think so but somehow I doubt it, and she is, after all, on a global stage not the tiny one of the BUS. 

If praying be your thing, then please do - it can be a lonely place being a 'first women to be...' there can be lot of (perhaps self-imposed) pressure not to mess up, not to 'queer the pitch' for those who come after you... there can be cruel words spoken, and blatant 'blanking' that you have to shrug off, at least in public... 

I remain bemused that I am official Baptist history (after all I was a mere 46 years old back then) as well as both amused and slightly miffed at the miss-telling of my story (my surname has been 'corrected' (changed to Gordon)), assumptions have been made about my theology, my ecclesiology, and even why I moved south (you know, that God-person really does call people to move sometimes...).

I rejoice that after all these years, and they are many, the good bits are still better than I ever dare expect (even if the bad bits are so much worse than I ever fear), that the good outweighs the bad, and God still surprises me with wonderful 'hmmm' moments.  

This morning I completed my 250 miles (actually a little over as it was a morning meander to the stationery shop!).

May thanks to everyone who has supported and encouraged me. If you happen to want to donate and haven't yet done so, you can still do so by clicking this link. I've had a lot of fun, and am both fitter and a lot more tired than when I started!  My current intention is continue to walk from the railway station to college in Manchester, and to be more intentional about keeping moving.

As news reports tell us that numbers crossing the English Channel in small boats continue to increase, and sadly with more deaths, the importance of charities willing to speak up and speak out grows stronger.  Praying for a day when no-one feels the need to flee persecution, violence or oppression - and until then doing the small things I can do.  

A fly day out to walk some miles in real life Glasgow - the 05:59 out and getting home just after 21:00... old haunts revisited (and a new bridge walked over) and of course 'my' beloved crane.

A grand day out, complete with macaroni pie for lunch, a lovely walk along the Clyde and a brief catch up with a few folk I haven't seen in a very long time. 500-ish miles by train, and just shy of 9 walked.

Just twelve miles left to walk and three days to walk them - that should be doable!