Some of you may have detected I have been a bit church E,
not overly religious, but over my lifetime have seemed to be drawn towards
church. I do not know why this pull I have not always liked it, its not always
liked me, I have often disagreed with it, it often disagrees with me. But still
the pull is there. Sometimes I have been on the edge of church, other times I have
been at the centre of its activities. I remember my first sabbatical (thank you
Bishop David and Mark) I was driving away from Pype Hayes the weight of the responsibility
falling away was an eminence freedom, thinking for the next three months I am
not responsible for this church, on reflection it was like being saved again. Saved
from the church. But I went back pulled back.
This Sunday morning was first church service after the South
Africa lockdown began, we are down to level 2 now. We met in our friend’s garden.
Bring your own chairs, coffee, flask, mask, bible this is church paired down. But, and here is my surprise, how I had missed
the people! Over the years I have meet in wooden huts
through to medieval cathedrals non better than the other just places for Gods
people to meet each other and God.
Above are two photos of St Mary's Pype Hayes where I was vicar for 18 years.
At times I am not the easiest person to live with, I know, and I am trying to change. but I am so pleased people made a space for me on Sunday morning. With my folding chair, home made coffee, face mask, bible and all my imperfections.
On Sunday i was reminded my place is in and with my
community with God, my imperfections and all.
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