Oh no, not again!

“Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.”, Douglas Adams

There I was: sitting down, contemplating the future.  Six months in which to prepare for a Bishops’ Advisory Panel lay before me.  Plenty of time to sit back, read a bit, debate a bit and contemplate all that God has to offer.  No rush, no pressure.

In the midst of this peacefulness my computer and phone sang out in unison. I had mail.

It was the DDO.  She had a surprise.  I was being invited to attend a BAP in mid-May.

I didn’t expect that.

The tranquility shattered and, not for the first time on this journey, everything that I had envisioned doing fell apart. Continue reading

Sitting on the fence

As someone exploring the possibility of becoming ordained I am engaging with issues like I have never done before.  I am forcing myself to seek to understand things that I could get away with avoiding until now.  At times such as they are, with some of the issues that are hotly being debated, it is rather attractive though to stay sitting on the fence.
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A work in progress

 

My exploration of ordination feels like it has entered a new phase.

The first was private and tentative, like a child unsure if the venture is safe. I spoke informally with my vicar, I spoke with friends ordained and not. I had questions, I had doubts: what did I possibly have to offer of worth to the church? Whilst I couldn’t see it myself I knew that God would have good reason in asking me to take a look at it. Continue reading

The Recovery Room

Sometimes God doesn't want your prayers for other people, sometimes He just wants to minister to you.

Sometimes God doesn’t want your prayers for other people, sometimes He just wants to minister to you.

A Pastor once described the church and the life of a Christian to me as a ship made up of three parts.  The bow is a battleship where those on the spiritual front line find themselves; it’s the most vulnerable part of the ship.  The stern is a hospital ship, where those damaged on the front line go to recover.  Finally there is the cruise ship that makes up the midship. Continue reading

Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Jimi Hendrix

Purple haze all in my brain,
Lately things just don’t seem the same,
Actin’ funny, but I don’t know why,
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Jimi Hendrix

It was time for the Bishop to make his move.  Was it going to be checkmate and game over?  I didn’t know.  I did know that whatever happened following as a result of meeting my local Bishop was going to be significant. Continue reading

Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry

Red Dalek, Yellow, Dalek: Articulate, Articulate, Articulate!

Red Dalek, Yellow, Dalek: Articulate, Articulate, Articulate!

The Bible is peppered with suggestions that strength is found in weakness.  On the face it sounds counter-intuitive but realign how you consider such a phrase and the truth is unveiled.  The trouble is that identifying and addressing weaknesses so that they can become strengths can be a painful experience. Continue reading

No time to catch my breath

God is in the business of making the impossible possible.

God is in the business of making the impossible possible.

It was just as well I had scheduled in some time to reflect at the end of my Grand Tour of theological colleges.  48 hours after returning home I was knocking on the door of a vicarage to start my second meeting with an Examining Chaplain.
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The Grand Tour

Significance in numbers?

Significance in numbers?

Exploring ordination means preparing for a future life that may never happen.  There are no guarantees, no certainties.  Getting to a Bishops’ Advisory Panel is not a given, nor is a recommendation that I train for ordination.  Yet I have to prepare for the possibility that I will be recommended.  It means investing significant amounts of time, thought and prayer for something that may not happen. Continue reading

A Tale of Two Storms

I walked right into an Agatha Christie novel.

I started work on Monday with the security of a ‘permanent’ contract (there is no such thing as a truly permanent contract of course).  There were important deadlines to meet but they all seemed achievable.  For the first time in a while work was not going to be causing me any stress.  It was just as well for it came thick and fast from the ordination path. Continue reading