Oh the blogging possibilities.  Every hour or so I think ‘I must write about this’ but then the phone rings, someone appears at the door, I lose another hour looking for something in the church, or I get caught up with weddings, visits, discussions about where we are going and what we are hoping for.

My days are wonderfully diverse here.  And — because everything is new, and there is so much to take in — it is utterly exhausting.  This will pass.  I remember it from the first month of my curacy:  things that later felt very easy and hardly took any energy were at first  so full of surprises that I would at some point each week simply crash and sleep for an hour.

But the biggest surprise so far is that ordained life might indeed be what I thought it was when I went through selection.

I know:  all candidates are romantics.  We all have unrealistic hopes and visions of what the church is, what priesthood is, and how we might fit in.   But still, there must be something in all that dreaming.  And yet so much of my ordained life so far has not been that.  There have been many riches, many experiences I would not trade, but while I always knew it was what I was called to, there was always a gap between expectations and reality that I couldn’t quite name.

In the past fortnight here, there is no gap.

There is joy.

People come and go, conversations arise.  Drains are cleared and linens are washed and fish are carefully removed from walls.  The garden fills with children and then falls silent as the Rabbit nibbles on the lawn before bedtime.  I found the wagtails today, and sat by the bed of someone who was dying.  Yesterday, we played with 60 children in the church and taught them about baptism.  They loved it and we loved it, and everyone got wet.  There are discussions on liturgy and music, discernment of ministries and the importance of the link with a project in Zambia that the sisters from OHP run.

When I go into the church, I never know what will happen.  Sometimes it is the quiet hush of a building resting, waiting, and I can slip easily into prayer.  Other times it is a meeting ground:  women wandering home after the craft group, teenagers wandering in after a bad day of computing.  Sometimes something inbetween:  flowers quietly and beautifully being prepared, collections being counted, people just there.

It is good.

4 thoughts on “echo”

  1. Sounds very good. Your post made me smile today.

    Well done on your faithfulness elsewhere and may God bless you with many years of opportunity to enjoy His grace there.


  2. Oh to be part of something like that. However, I am making headway with embracing the wilderness.

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