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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 1094

  • Barnabas and Batnabas

    Sons and (in my hamfisted attempt at a transliterated Hebrew feminine; you have to forgive me I never even tried to learn Hebrew) Daughters of Encouragement, who leave comments and who email or phone or are simply there offering quiet support, I thank you.  You know who who you are, and I am blessed by your words, thoughts and prayers.

    Dibley is never dull, and I am learning and, I hope, growing (apart from rounder) all the time.  Discipleship is a tough path, but God never calls us to it alone; one of my greatest gifts is the companionship of fellow disciples who also have bloody knees when they stumble and bruised hearts when they love. 

    Over the years I have come to value a mental image of Christ's hands, scarred by nails (even if it was really his wrists) which reach out to pick us up when we fall, to embrace us when we feel broken inside.  If I was an artist, I'd paint it, as I cannot find such a picture anywhere, but I'm not, so it remains in my mind.  Nonetheless, it is into those safe, battered hands that I commend you, encouragers in The Way. 

  • My Name is Catriona and I'm a Doctoral Student!

    Found this great 12 step programme for doctoral students here.  It is nice to reassured by others who once felt as hopeless and helpless as I do now.

  • Feeling Cheated

    After last night's unjolly meeting, a not very good night's sleep, and a bit of space to reflect, I am feeling cheated!

    Cheated because one of our decisions was not to have any services of our own over Easter but instead to join in with other people.  Not that I mind joining with other people, I just enjoy preparing worship for Easter and this year won't get to at all.

    On Maundy Thursday we will join with D+1 and D+2 at D+1 - I don't mind this at all but a have great longing to do a 'Christian Passover Seder' which never gets any nearer to happening.  To be honest watery soup and trite poems, with no mention of an upper room or foot washing is, to me, a travesty, but there I go.

    On Good Friday we will join in our traditional ecumencial thingy, which is great, except it leaps to Sunday before we end the service, and denies us the real entry into Good Friday feelings.  Let's all be jolly and munch half a hot cross bun while Jesus (symbolically) is still in agony at Calvary.  Maybe I'll need to sneak into an Anglican or Catholic vigil service.

    On Easter Sunday we will join with the Methodists for their early communion and breakfast and then, in the words of one of my deacons, for goodness sake, 'have a day off.'  It means I can get to the GB Easter parade service, but I am deeply saddened that my folk don't want to celebrate the resurrection together, and with the colour and exuberance I'd long for.  This greatest festival, at the heart of our faith, the event that drew us out of Judaism and we want the day off?!  For this our forebears died?  I despair!

    So I'm feeling cheated, and saddened, that this central Christian festival is being sidelined just because it is more convenient so to do.

    Sorry Jesus, I did try...

  • Wibble, Wobble, Whoops!

    Thank you to all those who responded to my prayer request regarding tonight's meeting - without your support it would have been so much worse than it was!  After a good half hour going round in circles and stressing that if the meeting approved the budget people were committing themselves to increasing their giving by 10%, and several saying that they couldn't afford to, they approved it with only one against.  Someone suggested that the shortfall could be made good by holding coffee mornings and socials - at which point LMB lost control of her professionalism spoke regrettably harshly to the person making the suggestion about not wanting her wages paid from jumble sales, shocked herself, apologised (too late!) and almost burst into tears - but not quite, she never does that!

    Not a good end to the meeting - though I received far more affirmation in the ten minutes after the meeting than in the last three years.  One kind person dragged me of to the local(-ish) Travel Lodge for a drink and a change of scene.

    So now we have a budget approved that we will struggle to meet and I will just have to deal with the mega-apology I need to make to the person who pushed me over the edge (why her and not someone who had broader shoulders?!).

    So there you have it, I do lose it once in a while.  I am, as I told my folk, a human being, and maybe it's not such a bad thing to demonstrate it now and then.

  • The Messiness of Researching

    God bless Frances Ward!  I have just read her chapter in Congregtional Studies in the UK and have found in it a voice of encouragemnet for all first time researchers.  She talks about her project (which, assuming it is part of her PhD work, ended up with a very grand sounding title) with great honesty and openness, and a humility that is at once endearing and helpful.

    Her original plan was to look to at corporate identity within three congregations of different denominations somewhere in northern England.  She soon discovered that the Anglican rector was about to leave, so changed to focussing only on that congregation.  Then as the interregnum began, her emphasis shifted from identity to power, and then again to questions of racism.

    In her reflection on the work (she used ethnographic methods) she shares the struggles and frustrations, the negatives and inconsistencies as well as the bits that worked (noting that Hopewell and others present a rather rosy image of the process and outcome).  The gender thing (that sometimes irrritates me, I have to confess) led her to think about who was refusing to participate and why - the importance of silences is a helpful corrective to the loud voices of others.

    When she talks about writing up, she is keenly aware of partiality (both senses) and particularity.  She even shares something of the negative responses people gave to her protrayal of them!

    At the end of the process she had a nice title for the research project she could/should have set out to complete, given where she ended up - and notes the benefits of hindsight.

    For those of us blundering around in the dark or wading through treacle trying to establish 'square 1' (how's that for mixed metaphors?!) and finding our questions shifting, changing and devleoping as we go, this short essay is a real blessing.  Thank you Frances for sharing.