As you might have guessed from lack of blogging, things have been a bit chaotic here. Pastoral crisis? Serious theological discussions? Praying, preaching, and talking about God? Well, some of the time. But also vast amounts of fretting over reports on wet and dry rot, what it will mean to sell a church-owned flat at precisely the time that the market has crashed, and many many hours trying to ask the question ‘how can we best work towards sustaining life in these congregations?’
Property always feels like the wrong way to be spending energy. But it simply has to be done. And when it is not done –regularly, with good financial planning and care — then we end up in a such a mess that it totally disables life (for a prime example, go read about the week poor Mother Ruth has been having).
But how, in the midst of it can we keep focus?
I find I have to keep reminding myself: it’s about God. It’s about God. Yes, it seems to be about towers, drains and rot, but it’s about God.
Today, God crept in through the sunlight. Through Peter and Paul, the very saintlike rabbits grazing on the lawn. Now through a steady rain that I wouldn’t have chosen, but that I know gives life and can soothe or exhilarate in turn.
But more than anything, what gives hope is the thought of people who seem to have the gift of endurance. Those rare few who even in the midst of deep conflict are grounded in joy. I’m not sure if I will live long enough or be changed enough by God to live that way. But I can hope; and pray. And give thanks for those who put up with me in the mean time.