… to know how to speak about mission and growth in the context of the 1662 communion rite.
Any suggestions?
(remembering it is my first Sunday, of course)
preparing to cast the net
A good first day– and a fabulous afternoon for getting the props ready for Sunday’s service.
The pictures don’t begin to tell you how well everyone worked together, how impressive the conversation was, how thoroughly covered in paint the baby became.
The joys of last night continue to filter through. I knew I enjoyed it, and was especially grateful for a sermon that only Kelvin could have preached — but for the very same reasons I loved it, I wasn’t sure how it would come across to others. Reports are in, and all good. Praise from young and old, and one comment that ‘it lit the touchpaper for the rest of the night’. Kelvin has posted the sermon here. Rosemary has blogged kindly about it too.
baptism by fire
So far today I have:
- slept later that I normally would after being too ‘high’ from the service last night to get to bed
- gone to unlock the church to find people ready and waiting for morning prayer (which has no precident and has not been announced)
- gone home to create morning prayer booklets (quickly), fend off phone calls and sort out readings
- said morning prayer with the congregation
- fought with the sacristy key and lost (still can’t get in, from either door)
- fought with the choir vestry key and won
- discussed the history of the Scottish and English rites in the prayer book with the poor people who were doing the magazine.
- discussed the liturgical movement, and explained the peace
- gave warning that I would wait as long as it took to get a response in the Prayer Book eucharist
- agreed to make prayer book eucharist booklets so that they know where we are and are able to respond. (so, ‘we love the service’ even though we can’t follow it?? I will never understand people’s relationship with the Prayer Book)
- talked (repeatedly) with the people delivering my sofas today (result: they are coming at the worst possible time, when the house will be full of kids, paint, food…)
- made a list of ‘must do immediately’
- made a list of ‘must do Monday’
And none of that, none at all, was what I expected to do today.
What I have not yet done is have breakfast, and it is now 10.48 am. Time to boil the kettle.
brave new world
Molly is settling in nicely.
So far, the novely of so many people around outweighs the hassle of it.
And then, after tonight’s rehearsal for the Institution, I found myself in The Tappit Hen, chatting with members of the congregation, listening to a folk band, and really wishing I’d eaten before drinking that glass of wine.
I may still stumble over Dun-blane/Dun-oon, but I have no doubt I’m in a different world.
wonderful exchange 