Sunday and I still can’t go to church. This time next week I will be travelling again but for now a clear Sunday lies ahead.
So I am going back to my old village where I first lived when I arrived in Cornwall .
I have people to see and errands to do but mostly I will be sitting on the sea wall looking down into the harbour where I kept my little boat for a while.
There are so many memories and they are all good but this will be the last one for a while. Next week at this time I will be travelling.
I have thought my present situation though more than once and for the first time this morning have realised that my retirement from the church was actually at the right time.
Having taken my last service in the little church where I met my dear David I now just don’t want to go back.
God still is in my life...but I no longer resent the circumstances which led to my retirement. It was time. So me and God have a different relationship.
I don’t take my old friends communion now. I just talk to them and we laugh a lot...
There’s a lot to laugh about thank goodness.
Last night I was contacted by someone I’ve never met and never will. This is the nature of random chat rooms. I hadn’t visited one for a very long time but somehow last night I got stuck...
I say somehow but I do know...there is always the possibility of meeting really interesting people so when I am approached I usually react positively.
But in the end last night I had to be fairly rude to get myself out of a very strange exchange of views.
Ok lesson learned....I won’t do it again. At least I will try not to.
My life is changing as my age starts to modify my actions. But at least I have one...a life I mean.
And Ray....dear Ray I have tried several times to ask you to continue but it just won’t carry....so this seems the only way. Sorry.
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As we grow older, things change, we change. I am on the verge of applying for PTO as I reach 70. The same as Clergy for Readers. But we have a new incumnbent and family in the Vicarage, and exciting times.
Marmite, the vicarage cat came into our main family service yesterday, and contributed to the atmosphere as he paraded around the pews, getting petting everywhere he went. At one stage, he climbed on top of the Organ much to the consternation of the organist, trying to play a hymn, and jumped down onto the keyboard and we had one or two out of tune sounds to laugh at.
God is doing something special here. The church was packed with uniformed organisations as well as the congregation, many parents who don't normally come, were present and the good news about the Gospel and Vocations got an airing to some, new ears.
And our Vicar's spouse was commissioned as an Anna Chaplain, alongside her husband by the Bishop. She works with those who have Dementia. And their four children were in church, engaging with people as well.
Now, after a relatively short vacancy, we are having a reawakening. Our last incumbent was lovely, and supported me through discernment for Licensed Minsistry and gave me opportunities early during training and throughout it to develop skills, which are now being used regularly. I was sad when she retired, but somehow the space left by her, is now being more than adequately filled.
And my commitments are being reduced to allow me time to breathe, but I will be preaching at Pentecost, what a privilege that is.
I have left the PCC Standing Committee already and if the PCC don't coopt me after my going to PTO, I will only have one meeting a month (Ministry Team). Somehow that feels right, and given my spouses illness, will allow me more time for her.
It's lovely to be excited by faith once again, like a renewal in some ways, and I look forward in anticipation for the next couple of years - God will be alongside us as we hopefully blossom even more as a parish. God be praised.
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