Today my wrinklies are off to Coventry - one of my favourite places in the whole world, not that I've seen much of the whole world you understand, but I love spending time in the two cathedrals.  My dad always claimed that Bishop Gorton of Coventry was a relative of ours; I'm not so sure, but he (the bishop, not my dad) was there around the time of destruction and resurrection, so it's a good claim to stake!

There is an eerie beauty about the bombed out cathedral that refused to die, something powerful about the way that it has been preserved not in aspic but as a living place of quiet, hope and possibility.  There is in the new building a sense of continuity and calm - it doesn't pretend to be an ancient building, is unashamedly of its time and yet has that same cathedral ambience of air heavy with a thousand prayer.  Together with Paddy's Wigwam/Birthday Cake it is a fine example of twentieth century cathedral architecture, and I have been privileged to worship in both.

It is likely that many of the wrinklies will head for the shopping centres to snap up bargains.  It is likely I'll end up with a little group of unwanted odd-bods to chaperone.  But above all, we'll have a great time of laughter and love, and somewhere, when we're not quite looking, I reckon Jesus may just tag onto our group - I hope so anyway!

PS Comments relating the Reverends Gorton to building projects are not required!!

If you don't have BPW then you won't have this hymn, which I recently discovered and think is worth singing.  If you do, it is number 103 but I don't know the set tune, so I substituted 'Ellers' which is 624 (ii) (are you impressed?  I am!).  Chris Ellis, who wrote it, is currently minister of a church in Nottingham.

Open this book that we may see your word

Embodied in the drama of our earth -

Stories of people that your Spirit stirred,

Glimpses of hope and visions of new birth.

 

Open this book that we may meet the one

Who came as word-made-flesh for all to see;

Show us his life, all that was said and done,

That we might see ourselves as we could be.

 

Open our ears that we may hear you still;

Teach us to live as well as speak your word.

Open our eyes that we might face your will -

The word-made-flesh in those who call you 'Lord'.

(c) Christopher Ellis

Yesterday I met with my deacons to review the offers we'd received for sale of our building.  Secretly, I was pleased we'd had any offers at all in the current market.  We have now agreed to proceed with one of them (the highest, obviously).  The 'youch' factor was that it was 23% lower than the valuation we had in April - an average fall of almost 2% per week.  What use this sum of money (net of fees and repayment of advances from the trust company) will be remains to be seen, but at least (if it all goes through) it will allow us to close a chapter, to move on and put our energies into something else.  I hope - and pray - that church folk will see it this way when we report back on Sunday.

Many thanks to those loyal readers who have offered practical and prayerful support during the process so far - hopefully the 'end' is now in sight...

Here is the prayer I used in Prague, inspired by the stories of Jacob at Bethel and Peniel, please feel free to use it if it is helpful:

 

We have reached a certain place, a physical place, a temporal place and here, O God, we seek to glimpse your glory.

We come to this place bringing with us all that has shaped us thus far, failure and success, fear and hope, doubt and faith, vision and dream.

We find ourselves in the house of God, at the gate of heaven, not because this place is more sacred than another, but because you meet us here, where we are, who we are, how we are.

 

We praise you for the mystery of your presence with us

We thank you for bringing us safely this far

And now, as we look ahead to the future

We seek a fresh encounter with you.

 

As we look heavenwards, we are aware that you reach earthwards

Reaching out to heal and renew what sin and greed would destroy

Offering hope and a future where fear and death abound

Sharing the pain and sorrow, vulnerability and limitation of our lives,

Walking among us, dying for us, defeating evil and destroying death.

 

Our future is as yet unknown to us

The challenges that will face us

The questions that will perplex us

The emotions that will stretch us

Yet, as we stand on the edge of tomorrow

We dare to seek the privilege of wrestling with God

Discerning your mind

Heeding your will

Following your call

So that we, like Israel, may limp towards eternity in the footsteps of Christ

In whose name we pray.

Amen.

 

Literally high of course, flying to Prague and back, but also a good experience in many ways.  It was good to meet some new people and to listen to some good (and maybe even the not so good) papers.  I guess it was good to decide mine wasn't the worst!  In fact, I am still in a fairly high level of bemusement at the warmth with which it seems to have been received.  One way or another, it is pretty likely it'll end up in print somewhere (three possibilities were mooted by different people) plus I've been asked to contribute a 500 word definition of 'practical theology' for another publication.  Very bemusing, but in a good way!

The morning prayer session I led went remarkably well and the way people read the psalm and sang the hymn were AMAZING! If responsive psalms could always be like that I'd use them all the time. Quite a few people thanked me for the copies of the icon I supplied, and my prayer even got mentioned by one of the speakers!!

So I flew home if not on a high, certainly well content and enjoying the experience of being in such a positive atmosphere.

The reality - a short flight delay meant I was an hour or so late arrving at East Midlands.  When I got home there was a letter giving the outcome of the sealed bids on our building, and it doesn't look too good (can't post details but you can interpolate between the lines).  Switching on the computer to pass on this information to those who needed it reminded me that the rarified conference atmosphere was not reality, or not the bigger reality anyway (it was obviously real enough while it lasted).  A very short night's sleep, a long drive, a guest preach, and a lot to think about...

I think that's where things are up to in my world.  When I'm a little less shattered, I will probably post some more thoughts in the conference, which was a good thing (so thanks Sean for 'making' me offer my paper).