Really good participation this morning, with lots of people forming things from plasticine for which they wanted to give thanks.  We used some of the words to add verses to the song 'thank you God for this new day' which people sang with gusto a capella (a glitch with two versions of sheet music in different keys threw the musicians).  Overall, a fun morning that people seemed to enjoy.

Today our 'Images of God' series takes up the idea of God as a potter, and a particularly potty potter at that.  Drawing on Jeremiah's visit to the potter's house, and the 2 Corinthians concept of treasure in throw away cups, we will reach a point of imagining God having a Repair Shop where broken pieces are put back together with the golden glue of a Kintsugi restoration... the scars becoming part of a new or renewed beauty.  And into these repaired pots, God places the treasure of Good News, of love, of hope, of joy, faith, gentleness and so on.

I will briefly note that the better analogy for 'vessels of clay' is 'paper take away cups' but today it's the God who forms, reforms, repairs and renews that I want to focus on.

God puts this treasure into cheap, disposable cups...

We are chipped, cracked and broken... yet God does not throw us away

God takes the golden glue of grace and carefully puts us together with love

Making something beautiful from our brokenness

Not removing the scars but transforming us to include them

God is the potty potter who makes, remakes, repairs and renews -

Because God loves all God has made.

My sermon is much longer and less poetic.  There will be plasticine for prayers.  There will songs to sing.  And God will also join these bits together with the golden glue of God's unending love.

This morning I had an appointment for breast screening (my second in 15 months...the inability of NHS Scotland and NHS England to communicate digitally is nothing is not ludicrous, but I was happy to take up the offer) and decided I'd walk to the hospital - after all, it was only 3 miles away, and I could do with the exercise.

This photo was taken close to the main entrance of the hospital and looking across the road... this part of Cheshire is very rural, and the hospital is pretty much surrounded by open countryside.  Befitting its location, its quite a small hospital, but it has a good range of services, and has a unit served by the Christie specialist cancer hospital in Manchester.

It was all very simple and straight forward, a familiar process in one of those rooms that could be absolutely anywhere. I enjoyed my walk, which included finding where the local crematorium and two cemeteries are located (all fairly close to home).

Once again, I find myself reflecting on how very blessed I am to live and work in places where I have access to so much that is good and life-giving.

I spent my afternoon reading the second part of the church history for my new church. Among others, things I have learned about the first hundred years are...

• The church was founded by 11 men and 8 women, and the first meetings were held in a coffee bar. .
• In 1907 and again in 1917 serious fires led to partial rebuilding.
• In 1932, then in 1945 and again in 1956 the 'heating coil' in the school room burst... fortunately by the third time, they had cover from Baptist Insurance to pay for the repair. In 1963 they installed a new system that seemed to be still going strong in 1983 when the book was written.
• The first 'lady' deacons were appointed in 1967 (that's five years earlier than my previous church, but still quite late compared to other churches I am aware of, many of which were 1930s)
• Also in 1967, they were part of a local ecumenical initiative that included Roman Catholic churches before this was widespread elsewhere
• They hung on in there in 1972 when two other local baptist churches, including the one that effectively planted them in 1882, left the BU (I assume over the Christology debacle of the time)
• Like my last two churches, they are an Open Membership, General Baptist church, have experienced highs and lows.

Church history is fascinating - what we include and what we exclude, and why. In a few weeks' time, I am hoping to involve folk here in creating their own 'timeline' which will help us all understand how we see ourselves, and what that might have to say to us...

At least, so far as I can tell, there are no exploding heating coils left!

I remember when I moved to Scotland discovering that there were things I could no longer find in the supermarkets... but over time, and not a lot of it, I forgot about them, and began to enjoy things that were regional and local, at least some of which we new to me.

One of the things I enjoyed - which weren't new, because eons ago my Mum used to make her own - was tattie scones.  So far I haven't found any in Crewe, but they do sell Warburton's potato cakes (also available in Glasgow should anyone wish to test them out!)  and this morning, as I have the treat of a slow start, I also had the treat of a cooked breakfast.

Verdict: the potato cakes are delicious in their own right, but not quite the same as tattie scones.  So, if anyone happens to be visiting me from the Weege, and wants to bring a pack with them...

I wonder what uniquely Crewvian (a word I just made up btw) things I will discover?