The old adage - if you want something done, ask a busy person.  Well at the moment, that person seems to be me!  And despite my recollection of half decent clip art of this cliche, the thing on the left is the best I could find today.  Ah well.

Today I have been wearing my "Ministers' Conference Treasurer" hat which, for some mysterious reason, means I make the name badges and juggle the bedroom allocations around to accommodate all the last minute changes - and in a manner that will not trouble those who maintain ministerial disicpline!!

In the allied role of "Ministers' Conference Committee Member" I have been gathering together things for the 'quiet room' which I am co-organising.  My dining table is now hidden by the various objects I will be transporting to Swanwick and back again.

In my role as 'local minister with a vaguely creative streak' I am doing final preprations for the all age interactive worship I am leading at the Association Day in two weeks time.  It has caused amusement to people who've called into Dibley manse to see all the props stacked up in my living room. 

Last week I was at a national committee meeting where I am Association rep, in a couple of weeks I have another where I am a ministerial rep. In between I have to do some interviewing wearing my school governor hat.  Somewhere in amongst all this I am meant to sort out my work proposal for my research for 2007-8 and organise all the Christmas services for Dibley Churches Together.

Most of the time these hats can be worn one at a time then put away for a month or three.  At the moment several have landed all at once.  It is both a pleasure and a privilege to be invited to take on these various roles - they give me lots of interest, keep me out of mischief and bring tremendous rewards.  At the same time, there is always the danger that I'll drop the lot...

So, if you happen to meet me in the next week or two and I seem particularly hassled and scratchy, it could be because I am concentrating totally on keeping all these hats in the air at once...

As posted earlier, I am going to be at a conference later this week where one of the talks is entitled 'rightly handling the word of truth.'  In fact, as part of the planning team, I am involved in setting up a quiet room for those who want/need a bit of space from the speakers or from each other or whatever.  In an attempt to keep some sort of link, I have been hunting down Bible texts that fit the themes ready to put onto cards as prompts for thought, if people want them.

"Rightly handle the word of truth" is a translation of 2 Timothy 2:15 - which of course everyone (except me) already knew.  I looked it up in several translations and then in my trusty Greek-English interlinear, being reminded once again how good it would have been had I ever got to grips with Greek, ah well.

The word used is (in transliteration) 'orthotomounta' which means 'cutting straight' (or, precisely, straight cutting) of the 'word-of-truth' (I have hyphenated as I think that's kind of what the Greek implies - the double use of a 'the' word being important).  The commentators admit it is tricky to translate the intent of the sentence.  I guess there is an easy leap to 'orthodoxy' and a resultant, potentially narrow view of how the 'word-of-truth' so often equated with the Bible (though some translations see it more as 'message' than literal 'word') should be approached.

I feel I need to turn this idea over a bit in my mind - what might 'straight cutting' as a metaphor mean?  No frills preaching?  Only one permitted interpretation?  Exposition? 

Apprarently in everyday Greek, the word was used in relation to road making - preparing the means for people to travel.  That seems to allow for more variety - the straight cut road would be used by people travelling for all sorts of purposes, to and from different places and situations.  The road itself is the same whatever the journey upon it.

A straight line is the shortest distance between two points - so might 'straight cutting' be about making clear connections, avoiding diversions in thought?

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One of the things I like about preparing for services and events is the thought journeys I get to go on myself.  The stuff above doesn't make a whole lot of sense and it hardly cuts straight through anything.  I guess what I am hoping with the quiet room - and my contribution to it - is that other people will have the space to do some wandering and wondering - including what it means to handle appropriately and carefully the timeless message of truth contained within scripture.

On Thursday I went to Manchester for a meeting with my university supervisors at my 'old' college.  The place was a building site as there is extensive work in progress to re-model the library, provide additional toilet facilties and (I think) a much needed social area.

The library is looking good. I have to admit, though, part of me is sad to see the demise of the old, slightly musty, wide open spaces that served adequately for generations.  The new look library is definitely more functional and feels more business like, the study areas are better equipped and connecting the books and periodicals areas is good sense.  The most sensible thing is that it is no longer necessary to traipse through the library to reach the chapel, nor will readers be disturbed by singing.  The loss, from my view point, is that the chapel now becomes rather separated from the rest of the building and some of its more delightful aspects may be less apparent - I'll have to see the finished result to know (and I won't be sorry if the fuschia pink and turquoise colour scheme has gone!)

The re-shaping of the library means that the area where I used to sit and work is due to disappear into toilets or something equally functional.  Thankfully, I'm not greatly attached to buildings or places, so I won't feel cheated by this - afterall, I also had to suffer the inadequate loos and social space for four years.

What is good is that the old place will serve a new generation of students and 'house users', that it will continue to change and develop as is needed in the process.  I hope that those who use the new look place will find as much pleasure and fulfilment as I did in my time, and that they, too, will be able to look back with fondness on their time at the minister machine in Manchester.

Tonight I was helping out at the children's club - all aged 10-11 years old, half boys, half girls.  I had taken along a 'game' as requested - a challenge to build a tower using newspaper, drinking straws, paperclips and a limited amount of masking tape (about 30cm).  Paper and straws could be traded for more tape.  The challenge was simply to build the taller, free standing, tower in 15 minutes.  They chose to work in gendered teams.

The boys' tower was very elegant, constructed of straws and tape (bought with their paper) and reached a height of 36 cm.  A good effort that they actually asked to take home to show their parents!

The girls' tower was 168.5 cm tall, less elegant, with a passing resemblance to a three legged giraffe where the top had bent over and straws had been fixed to extend the height achieved by the rolls of paper.

It was intriguing to watch how the teams worked - in each case, with good cooperation - and where the ability to think laterally lay (the girls soon worked out that rolled paper was longer than a straw and that paperclips worked as well as tape in holding bits together).

Of course I'm biased, but I'm pleased the girls won - more because it wasn't what I'd anticipated.  I have to assume that the 'girlie towers are pretty not practical' modus operandum is finally disappearing.

Way to go!

As Burn's said, 'To a louse, on seeing one ona lady's bonnet in church....'

 

O wad some Power the giftie gie us,

To see oursels as ithers see us!

It wad frae mony a blunder free us,

An' foolish notion:

What airs in dress an' gait wad lae'e us,

An' ev'n devotion!

 

OK, so I'm in postaholic mode today.  And, for anyone who reads this, I'm not looking for someone to smooth my feathers by saying nice things.

As one of life's worriers, I often worry how I come across.  Years ago I was horrifed to be told someone thought I was intimidating because I was organised and a fast worker; as far as I was concerned that was just how I was, no big deal.  I was once told by someone they wished I'd do less listening to others and express my views more, but by then I was scared of being scary.  We won't list how many people think I'm scary or bossy.  Then I worry about it.  I worry if I stand up for myself, I worry if I don't.  I worry if I'm stroppy (and I can be, very). I worry who I might offend, what other people will think ... and at the same time think, hang on, I'm not answerable to you, but to God.

My NAM mentor used to tell me I over-reflect - i.e. that I internalise every error, every criticism, every possible misunderstanding.  He was probably right (that's as close to an admission as I'm willing to go).  But how does one get it right?  Ministers are meant to be self-aware, it's meant to matter to us if we get it wrong or less right than we'd like.

The poor old louse in the poem is being criticised for daring to be on a nice lady rather than on a beggar, a wifey or a child.  It's not the louse's fault, just the perception of the viewer.  But for us, it's a bit different and whilst I can't be held responsible for what you're thinking, I am responsible for my own actions and words.  Sometimes I am mean and nasty, sometimes my teasing goes too deep and wounds, and often I sit and worry over nothing.

So, if there happens to be anyone out there who can tell me how to get the balance right, I'd be grateful.  In the meantime, be gentle with yourselves, and I'll try harder to do likewise.