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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 885

  • Advent 2: Food and Friendship.

    Almost at Advent 2 already - this year is hurtling to its conclusion and I, for one, feel as if I'm running to keep up.

    Our second Advent lunch yesterday seemed to go well, again around 18 folk came and shared in the short reflection followed by a soup lunch.  Some were people who came last week, others were not, so overall it is probably nearer two dozen who have been involved so far.  The theme yesterday, of hospitality, was a good one and of course fits quite well with fellowship over soup and cheese.

    Tomorrow is a 'progressive supper' (or 'super' as I typed first!) for which I am involved with desserts (or 'deserts' as I am wont to call them).  Having sifted few various boxes and uncovered my two favourite cook books, I am all set for a fun evening of preparing my offerings...

    A raspberry cheesecake

    A vegan forest fruit terrine (an experiment - I hope it works!!)

    My signature triple chocolate mousse, which is an adaptation of recipe from Prima magazine about 15 years ago.  Dear oh my, I am turning into my mother/grandmother as I carefully smooth the yellowing paper to remind myself what is involved.

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    Again a bit of an experiment as this time I move from merely using Fairtrade chocolate to using Maya Gold and Divine orange milk chocolate to add a hint of seasonal flavours.

     

    I am looking forward to an enjoyable evening of food and friendship, which will also help to raise funds towards the redevelopment of our Gathering Place, in turn enabling us to extend the hospitality of God to even more people in the years ahead.

    PS for foodie followers, if the recipes turn out well, I may even post them for you!

  • Pause for Thought...

    Posting here today... then trying to practice what I preach!

  • Busy Week Ahead

    Apologies, not much posting happening this week as it is busy in all sorts of ways...

    This morning we are doing some more manse hunting - people are begin very generous with their time and energy to spot and view possibilties.  Thanks B, B, A, S, A & W especially (and if I missed your initial, sorry).

    This afternoon I do my impression of a swift and fly south to conduct the funeral of the person who died when I was on leave.  Co-ordinating BMI Babyand L'borough crem. is an interesting challenge, hence I fly down today and back tomorrow.

    On Thursday I am posting at Hopeful Imagination and have the second Advent lunch here.

    Friday... playing catch-up I suspect before Saturday brings the fun of a progressive meal for which I have agreed to make a couple of desserts.

    So, lots of variety and lots that is a privilege to be part of.  Just a smidge quieter in blogland.

  • Of Houses and Churches

    One of our tasks at the moment is searching for a manse - not an easy task.  We know what we would ideally like, what would be acceptable if less than perfect, and how much we have to spend.  We even know that it is possible, if the right thing pops up, to get ideal and affordable.  In the meantime we look at the possible.  And I am recalling why it is I dislike house-hunting so much!  It is a great gift to be allowed to chose one's own manse, and I am genuinely appreciative, but it has its moments as we are already discovering.  And all of this makes me think about 'selling' church too.  No, I don't mean the buildings per se, I mean the community of faith into which we hope to attract people which is glimsped and judged through the experience of entering a building.

    Yesterday's viewings served as examples of things to think about.

    The first was a new build property that was, shall we say, bijou.  It was trying to be more than it could deliver - having essentially single bedrooms advertised as doubles on the basis that you could, just get a double bed in.  It could have been a lovely two-bedroomed property but instead the developer had gone for three.  I wonder if we do that as churches sometimes?  Not trying to be a big church if we are small (though some do) but trying to be what we simply cannot be effectively? Do we not quite succeed because we don't realise our actual, innate potential?  Are we content to be what are best able to be, trusting that this is actually what God might want?

    The second was an older tenement property that, as it happens was unsuitable, but what was striking was the inability of the vendor to grasp what selling meant!  I was very glad I had someone with me when the door was opened by a young man wearing only a dressing gown (what the BU make of that!!) and things went downhill from there.  The place was untidy, dark, cluttered and smokey.  The viewing lasted about 2 minutes, and that was more from politeness than anything else.  Surely, I thought, people know that when you are selling you need to up early, cleaning, polishing, hiding clutter, making bread and brewing coffee.  But them, what of our churches?  I am a bit of a compulsive hymnbook tidier - a trait I shared with a vicar with whom I worked in Manchester (maybe we were anal, maybe we are 'on the spectrum' or maybe we are right) - but more generally what impression do our churches give?  They don't need to be state of the art everything with whizz-bang technology and professional musicians.  We don't need IKEA or Habitat or Waitrose or whatever it is products.  A place that is tidy enough and clean enough, with a sense of care in how things are done; decent coffee (evidently this is a great evangelism tool!!) in proper cups/mugs, the best we can muster consistent with who we are in terms of music and words and, possibly more essential, welcome.  A tin tab with an ill-assorted selection of wooden chairs can be as beautiful as the finest cathedral if the attitude is right.

    So, the manse hunt continues, and the reminders I'm having about how to do and be church are valuable.  And now I must go and practice what I preach, offering the bestest possible to those who this day will cross the threshold of the Gathering Place.  As I type the decent coffee is being prepared, the worship space adjusted to express what we wish to express and folk going about their allotted tasks in making this a good place to 'view'.

  • Sean the Sheep: Leader of the Flock?

    This is total nonsense, but is prompted by seeing trailers on BBC1 for the new series of Sean the Sheep...

    I was totally bemused on seeing images of happy, smiley, plasticene sheep riding White Helmets style on motorbikes whilst a version of the song 'leader of the pack' was sung.  Do the makers not know what the song is about?  Is Sean the Sheep due to come to a sticky end (I mean, technically as a male sheep he almost certainly would but this is cartoon land)?  And do they know anything about sheep?  My understanding is that the 'leader of the flock' is normally an older ewe (which is an interesting one for churches who consider themselves as flocks is it not?!) so is there something Sean should be admitting?  OK I'm reading this far to literally/seriously but it made me stop for a few moments to work out why it niggled.