Rainbow over the Union Canal between Falkirk and Edinburgh 2013.

This is the laziest way I have done, if not a coast to coast, then an estuary to estuary journey.  A canal boat holiday with some friends who paths have now diverged and are going their separate ways... yet another memory tinged with poignancy; maybe that's what happens as one gets older?

Canals pass through beautiful countryside and often the most dodgy areas of cities and towns!  Views can be idyllic or disgusting, and everywhere in between.

This rainbow, not especially vivid, spanning the canal is a reminder that whatever the scenery, God's promises remain... and that's worth remembering any day of the week.

Today it felt right to include within the Communion part of our service the things that gets many, possibly most, Baptists very twitchy - we did that "sharing the peace thing" where people get up out of their seats, move around and bless one another with God's peace. 

A symbol of reconciliation where relationships may have been strained...

A symbol of welcome to someone we don't know, who may be a visitor...

A symbol of affirmation between people who love each other as siblings in Christ...

And it seemed to work really well.  People got up and moved (the words of invitation allowed for this to be done 'if you are able') and looked each other warmly in the eye (as the song says) and shook hands, or hugged, or kissed or some combination thereof.  And it was beautiful to behold, after I had returned to the front how people were entering into this simple yet profound act.

And in light of that reconciliation, wlecome, affirmation, we are better able to "commune" as we share bread and 'wine' together.

But I do need to work on one apsect... my call "the peace of the Lord be always with you" elicited the response " " (silence).  Spot which Baptist minister has spent more time in episcopal/catholic churches than her congregation!!

Feedback on this element of the service was good - so we'll try it again some other time...

This morning we pondered the letter to Philemon, which was read in conjunction with part of Colossians and with a bit of Galatians as a call to worship.

Paul's dilemma - he espouses a theology of a reconciled creation in which such potentially divisive categories as race, gender and status have no significance, and now he has to deal with the very real issue of a runaway slave.  How should he respond?

We looked at four possiblities:

The parable of the starfish method - I can't change the world but I can make a difference in this specific instance (so, not challenging the status quo of slavery but making an empassioned an dpastoral plea on behalf on Onesimus)

The prophet method - to denounce the status quo and announce an alternative... noting that few are truly called to the prophet's role, and for most the task is to hear and respond

The subversive method - obeying the rules to the letter in a way that shows how ricidulous they are: turning the other cheek, giving your tunic as well as your cloak, walking the extra mile

The transformative method - being salt and light, or the leaven in the lump , or the mustard seed.  Values and actions that influence those nearby subtly and significantly, changing culture and practice.

What we need to do is - hold on to our vision of a renewed, reconciled creation and by whatever means is right for us, starfish, prophetic, subversive, transformative or any blend thereof, live out what it is we profess.

And that is my sermon in a fraction of the words!!

I think last night went aright - we certainly had some good conversation, shared some tasty food and 'partook' of bread and 'wine' in a very informal way.

We each agreed to host a similar gathering within the next couple of months, so the gentle 'cascade' begins, with four homes each hosting up to about half a dozen guests next time.

Watch this space!

Bird of Paradise flower, Madeira, 2013.

Another "AD" holiday with another friend.

In the "BC" days I never went overseas on holiday, partly because I love exploring the UK (and have seen far more of it than most people I know) and partly because I mostly took solo holidays (which I also love, and to an quite an extent miss) so was not really confident to go so far afield.  What a lot has changed!

This friend I met back in the early 1980s when we worked in the same office in Derby.  Like all of my long term friendships, we have each seen our share of struggle and pain along the way, and we have also loved and laughed.  This friend is definitely my 'overseas travel' buddy, and we continue to share plans for more adventures in the coming months.

Madeira was our second overseas jaunt, having previously been to Hungary (no great nature photos from there for some reason) and it ended up with an extra day when rain closed the airport...!