Sunday, 30 July 2017

Church joy?

I took the nine thirty service service yesterday in the church that was my nearest church whilst I was married to its church warden, David.
Most of the congregation are friends...I was really looking forward to it..
Greeted very warmly I had relaxed and felt myself beaming at everything until it all went horribly wrong....
Realising I'd missed out a hymn I was trying to put that bit right when I found the procession bringing up the elements was in front of me.
So I moved up to the altar without doing the peace....which I put in later...
It was not quite so chaotic as it felt but it is on my mind this morning..
The church was packed. Another very old friend did the intercessions.
Lots of visitors and children had swelled the numbers as is often the case at this time of year...so the family feeling was enhanced and many of them stayed for coffee afterwards..it felt like a party occasion, embracing all our Christian goodwill and joy.
This morning though I am wondering if all the good wishes showered upon me as I lamented my mistakes afterwards were maybe a signal that I'm now reaching the end of my useful life...in the church.
This week I will take communion to a very sick old friend in the same nursing home where David died...I am told the staff are expecting me.
I am old...and today regretting it...I make mistakes and laugh as I put them right but being a bumbling old priest is not sitting well with me this morning.....arghhh humbug!



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