I decided I needed a blog break because this morning was singularly hectic and utterly unproductive.

Then I decided that actually this morning would make an ideal Work Based Learning (WBL) opportunity for someone being formed for pastoral ministry.  Never mind 'I want to learn about preaching' or admin, or pastoral care or anything on the list of core competencies, more along the lines of 'things they don't teach you at college' (of which my friends and I already have an enormous list).  It was fine, nothing that couldn't be done, and it did include pastoral care and admin along the way.  Just didn't do anything I'd planned or anything that was urgent (so why you wonder am I taking five just now); that seems to me to be an important experience for any would-be minister even if it can't be conjured ex nihilo for a placement.

Hurrah for Amazon MP3 downloads; hurrah for email, hurrah that the church phone can only receive one call at a time!!

Now, back to work and finishing that pesky essay.

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HT Neil/Tim and others

(Essay progressing slowly - just spent an hour tracking down a reference on online!)

Busy week in prospect... an essay to write from scratch and submit by Monday* (not the way I like to work... had hoped to write it on the train last week but the editting job took sooo much time it didn't happen).  Also pastoral care needs are currnently high (like 4 hours of hospital visiting one day last week).  Hence less twaddle writing.  Sorry 'bout that but the day job beckons!

* I am so glad I was introduced to Endnote referencing software having seen how much tweaking people end up doing otherwise.  Even so, it'll be tight to get a half-respectable essay done.

Now I am off to 'be' the BUS at a reception for the Moderator of the Church of Scotland (in Glasgow) ... as one does.

Yesterday I was out with the walking group, and was asked to lead communion on a hillside.  It was with some trepidation that agreed - many folk have precious memories of one of my predecessors doing so, what if I mucked it all up?

A lovely spot was chosen, just beyond the head of a reservoir near Dollar Glen.  A memorial cairn acted as a communion table, and my plastic picnic goblet and plate served as chalice and paten.  Around twenty of us gathered in a beautiful spot, broke bread, shared 'wine' and remembered the mystery of a God who would destroy death through death itself.

A special moment.  A couple of people commented they'd found it meaningful, one being especially struck by me tearing and scattering the left over bread for the birds.  As John 3:16 says 'God so loved the cosmos....' it is fitting that the birds are included in the remembering.

Photo (c) Ken Fisher

PS I'm grateful to the Gideon's for my 34 year old New Testament which was ideal size to fit my pocket!

Today is the start of Christian Aid week and so our morning worship connected with the material and theme for this year.  We used a couple of the DVD clips including the reflection with the wonderful singing 'Sing, sing like you've never sung, sing of the joy to come.'

One slight cheat was to plagiarise Anne Wilkinson-Hayes' BUGB Assembly use of Wind in the Willows (which had excited Millie Mole when she found there was a mole in the story) as a way in to thinking about how important water is. Beyond that it was largely my own thoughts linking Ezekiel's deepening, widening river; Revelation's river of life and Jesus' living water.

Revelation is a dream, a vision, a goal, the 'joy to come.'

Last weekend, Anne invited people to jump into the river of mission - which seems to suggest she was starting a mile down Ezekiel's river when she began. Ankle deep paddling, knee deep sloshing, waist deep wading and full flood swimming are all possible - where we are and what we do will vary.  Where are we now?

Jesus was thirsty, Christ is living water.  If the church is 'the body of Christ' how are we living water?  If the church consists of people who thirst - for justice, for spiritual refreshment, how do we drink of Christ?  If we meet Jesus in others, what does he need from us?

After the service and lunch was our church meeting during which lots of good things happened...

• we voted to register as a fairtrade church
• we agreed some experiments in all age worship, me going in to Sunday school and a whole church 'learning and worshipping' plan
• we learned about SOLAS 2010, a Scottish Christian arts festival, partnering with Greenbelt and Christian Aid, which we are invited to support too.

Coming home there was some sad news concerning one of our folk, and yet the words of the song speak into that too: the Revelation promise is now real, the joy has come, our sister, a runner, a hopsital DJ, a stalwart of friendship meetings, is safe home... sing, sing like you've never sung, sing of the joy to come.  JM RIP.

Life in all its fullness - endings and beginnings, old and new, grafting and pruning, reapoign and sowing - sing of the joy to come.