I know that there are some readers of this stuff who value any resources that I share, so, over this sumer, I'll post the 'to ponder' material from each Sunday, in case anyone finds it useful or helpful.

Last Sunday as we began our series on 'Teams' we looked first at the gifts God hs given us, and the gifts/roles we need in our church.  Here (hopefully) is what I offered as a first set of questions 'to ponder'...

Spiritual Gifts

Look at this list of gifts which are identified in the Bible, and think about, or discuss, any of the questions that follow…

ADMINISTRATION

CHOSEN CELIBACY

DISCERNMENT

ELECTIVE POVERTY

ENCOURAGEMENT

EVANGELISM

FAITH

GENEROSITY

HEALING

HOSPITALITY

INTERPRETATION

KNOWLEDGE

LANGUAGES

LEADERSHIP

MARTYRDOM

MERCY

MIRACLES

MISSIONARY

PASTORAL OVERSIGHT

PROPHECY

SERVICE

TEACHING

TONGUES

WISDOM

WITNESS

• Which of these gifts do I think I have?
• Which gifts do I have that are not on this list?
• Which gifts on this list puzzle or worry me?

• How does this list compare with what is needed in our church?
• How am I using my gifts in our Church?
• How does this list compare with what is needed in the wider world?
• How am I using my gifts in my everyday life?

• Are there gifts or skills I would like to cultivate, and what will I do about that?
• Are there gifts I feel are somehow ‘better’ or ‘lesser’ than others? Why?

• Do I feel ‘inferior’ or ‘superior’ to others and why is this?
• How can I learn to value myself, and others, as we are valued by God?
• To whom should I speak a word of encouragement today?

Not the most lovely photo ever, but an honest one - my feet having a much needed soak in warm soapy water ready for me to exfoliate and moisturise them!

I've never been one for pampering, not remotely girly in that regard, but mostly I look after my skin - except my feet.  They get neglected.  Washed daily, dried carefully, then put to work pounding pavements, or climbing stairs, or just generally stuffed into shoes or sandals and stood on.

Recently I had for some reason looked at my feet, and realised what a terrible state they were in - heels so dry they had no colour (thankfully not yet cracked, but it wouldn't be long), toes with dry skin flaking off of them... not a pretty sight.

So I finally made the time to sit down and take care of them.  Twenty minutes soak, the website advised, so I did that. Rub with a pummice stone it said - I don't have one but my 'style file' seemed to do a good enough job.  Massage with oil - the baby oil I keep in for anointing came into its own.  Put on socks and sleep in them - in this heat? Well OK.

I used the twenty minutes to reflect and to pray - something else that all too easily gets squeezed out when I am busy doing good, Godly, stuff. I smiled to myself as I saw a parallel between my soles and my soul, each in need of a little TLC.

The website tells me I need to tend my feet for several days to restore them, which means I need to make time for repeating this procedure daily for a couple of weeks, and thereafter on a regular basis. My soul, likewise, needs time to soak in the love of God, to have its dry edges smoothed, and to be anointed with moisturising, refreshing oil of God's Spirit.

I don't promise you photos of my restored tootsies - I'm not sure they would ever win prizes for their appearance - nor will I share my prayers.  But I do know what both are needed and each is beneficial.

I am very grateful for the NHS, in all its guises and with all its limitations.

I could reel off a long list of places (and indeed elsewhere have done so) but it's really about people...

In no particular order...

The porter who grabbed a box of tissues for me so that I oculd blow my nose when I had a post chemo chest infection and needed an urgent chest X-ray.

The specialist nurse who literally held my hand as core biopsies were taken.

The health care assistant who kept watch over my mum when her UTI and failing health resulted in her wandering and falling, if not constantly observed.

The lady (she was quite old and ladylike!) in the WRVS cafe who served me tea in a china cup

The paramedic who saw me still sitting in the A&E waiting room after a couple of hours and made time to ask how my dad was.

The consultant who said 'can we get those fluids ... now would be good' when I had a life threatening adverse drug reaction.

The anaesthetist who, when I told her I was scared, said, 'of course you are, I would be...'

The night nurse who told me, necessarily over the phone, of my mother's death, taking time to ensure I knew what had happened and what had been done.

My family and I have been very blessed - we have received the very best of NHS England and NHS Scotland.  Never have we been stuck in A&E, never have we been denied or unable to access the best, and even, in the case of both parents, pioneering, treatments. By chance or serendipity or somesuch we have always lived close to some of the nation's/nations' top hospitals and had access to expertise not available elsewhere.

The NHS is a wonderful thing, it really is.  It's not perfect.  The postcode lotteries that have served my family well continue to disadvantage others.  What makes sense in one nation may not be viable in another due to geography, demography and size - comparisons are not always helpful or meaningful.  If we could take a moment and simply recognise how blessed we are - wherever we live in these islands - to have the NHS, and to commit ourselves to supporting its flourishing in all places, then that would be a good way of marking #NHS70. 

Worth a quick look here to read about last week's conference, and some stuff already coming from it.

For the second successive time, taxi drviers have taken me to the wrong care home ... thankfully not too far from the correct one, so no real problems.  But, as it was a gorgeous day, and as I can do with some exercise, I walked home.  Quite what the ensemble of clerical shirt, sunglasses and a straw fedora looks like, I'm not too sure, but it was a lovely hour's walk home.  The way the sun was, I almost have a halo in this photo!!

The nature of the care home I visit is that there is a fairly rapid changeover of residents, which makes building any relationships tricky. Nonetheless, the chats are valuable in their own right and, hopefully, bring a little brightness into the days of those I see.

Three highlights this morning:

A person who has been there as long as I've been visiting (3 times now) and who has always said 'go away' was watching tennis on television as I popped into their room.  We had a three minute conversation, and they gave me the most amazing smile.  That felt very positive.

A person who doesn't 'do God' was us for quite a long chat about family and frineds then told the carer, with a twinkle in their eye, "she's trying to convert me".  That made me chuckle.  A lot of 'no thanks' to offers of prayer this time, which is fine.

A person whose room was adorned with schedules for the Football World Cup and other football stuff who, when asked if they were enjoying the football said, 'well not last night'.  When asked why that was, without missing a beat, they said, 'because England won'.  Given my decidedly obvious English accent, that made me smile inwardly - I guess it's a sign of acceptance.

Lastly, I learned that someone I'd been called in to visit who was very upset had been able to return to their own home... that felt like good  news, and was certainly the answer to their prayers.

So, all in all, a good morning of gently missional visiting.