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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 525

  • Time Flies By...

    For yesterday's service, as is my practice, I had 'customised' a baptismal towel by embroidering the word 'baptism', a cross and the date onto it.  I also, as is my practice, took along my own baptismal towel, which a friend had embroidered for me (with an applique copy of the banner that hung behind the baptistery of that church) and another she had done for my ordination.  Each of these has the dates embroidered too (even if the one on the ordination towel is out by a day... clearly I was pre-ordained by my lovely friend).

    At the end of this year it will ten years since my ordination - as a 'late settler' I missed the summer rush and was ordained on 6th December 2003 - and in just a few weeks time I will reach the tenth anniversary of leaving 'vicar school'.  This latter is always a bit bittersweet, the self-same day, we celebrated as a college the completion of our studies, and I received the news that I had failed to reach the required percentage vote to a church I was (and still am) convinced God had called me to serve.

    A decade on (or thereabouts) I still meet up with a few folk from that church at the English Baptist Assembly, as there is something about the intertwining of our stories that still remains.  Whilst at this year's Assembly I realised afresh how God works despite our sin and finitude, despite our stubbornness and deafness... I will always believe God wanted me to serve that church for a season, but I now realise that it was a church that would have struggled to cope with my cancer diagnosis, not because they were weak or uncaring, but because their previous minister had died of cancer.

    I believe equally strongly that God called me to 'Dibley', a church that accepted this crazy city-girl and allowed me to cut my ministerial teeth.  I went there knowing it was 'for a season' not for a lifetime, and with no idea quite why God wanted me in a semi-rural church.  I had nearly six years in which we declined numerically and grew in community.  A season in which we relinquished a much loved chapel and adapted to worship in a school hall.  A season in which I learned to value this little, faithful community with its proud traditions, 'interesting' characters and unquenchable courage.  I knew it was for a season, when the time came to leave I was ready, but Dibley is part of me, and I keep in contact with almost half the membership!

    The call to Scotland was a surprise... but I knew from the moment I set foot in the Gathering Place that this was where God had called me, and where God continues to call me, to serve.  It has proved to be the right place in countless ways, and God has worked in all that we have shared for nearly four years (already!) both joy and sorrow.  Numerically we are stable, but that masks the inevitable transience of a city church, characterised by seasonal variation in who worships with us.  As I start to wind down for my Sabbatical, I have begun to look back over these early years of our time together and see how we, too, have changed and grown as God's Spirit has worked within and among us.

    A decade ago, give or take, I stood on the threshold of ordained ministry... the path was far from easy, and I could probably write a book on the ugh-ness of Settlement (two times over)... but I have no regrets.  I have grown and changed so much myself in that time.  I have been privileged to bless babies, conduct weddings, baptise believers, visit sick and dying people, and commend to God's safekeeping those whose lives here are over.  I have been accepted and rejected, challenged and supported,  disappointed and delighted.

    I find it hard to believe that ten years has gone by, that I am now an 'established' minister.  "Time flies by when I'm the driver of a train," so sang Lord Bellborough in Chigley.  I would not compare what I do with train driving, but there is something about the journey metaphor that is maybe  appropriate!

  • More Team Work

    holly2.jpg So how do you fold a dodecagonal baptistry liner, having first towel dried it for storage?!

    Another great example of teamwork as A, A, B, C, F, G, G, H, J, N, P and I (hope I haven't missed anyone!) emptied, dismantled, dried and packed up the baptistery in record time.

    Courier will pick it up tomorrow and take back 'home' to Yorkshire where it will await its next outing.

    Would be really nice if we needed to hire it again sometime...

  • Baptism Photos...

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    Photos (c) Ian Sinclair & Ken Fisher

    IDs of minors masked.

  • If Necessary, Use Words...

    Today's worship was, if I may say so, simply awesome.  Awesome is an overworked word, too often used for something that is averagely good, but for today's service its use is justified.

    Yesterday's hard work paid off richly - the baptistery was toasty warm, and its central location really caused people to stop and stare.  I was especially struck when two small boys came in ahead of their father and stopped, rooted to the floor, eyes like saucers as they looked over at the (to them) huge tank of water.

    Music was spectacular, with our occasional guest trumpeter and a cellist to augment the piano.  The choir, though depleted numerically due to holidays were on great form and sang several peices in Yoruba as well as some beautiful works in English.

    The testimony of the baptismal candidate and those of folk covenanting with us as members were profound and moving... reminding us that we are never 'ready' but always a 'work in progress;' that love and support in action speak volumes; that the answer to 'why now?' is actually 'why not now?'

    There was no sermon, there did not need to be one - and even at that the service ran to almost 90 minutes.  The pace was leisurely, the sense of oneness quite palpable, the presence of God's Spirit indisputable.

    After we ended worship, we shared a lovely buffet lunch, ate a cake specially baked and decorated by one of our members and then a team of folk drained, dismantled, dried and repacked the baptistery ready for collection tomorrow.

    I have not yet got any photos to post, but they will come.  For now, here are the plastic ducks (and a few other creatures, less those rehomed with the children who shared our worship today) which descended upon the water as the service ended... And lo, I saw the bag opened and the spirit descended like a duck....?  A bit irreverent, but generally well received - watching the children playing with the ducks seemed a fitting end to a wonderful morning.

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    Preach the gospel - if necessary, use words.

  • Teamwork...

    So, take five Baptists, one build-your-own-Baptistry set, add humour and off you go...

    Four hours from starting work, and I was back home, and job done.

    HUGE thanks to A, B, G and N who gave up half a day to help with this, set up the chairs and tables, change the drapes, and generally ensure everything was 'ticketyboo' before we left for home.

    I have to fess up to ordering pizza and Irn Bru when I got home... the latter is probably THE most unhealthy soft drink ever invented, and I can't even claim to like it that much, but sometimes you just need some girder juice... :-)