Monday, 29 April 2019

Onwards we row (bake).....





A quickish bloggish thank you for all those who have been involved in making my leaving weekend really amazing and have sent me off in great Ramsbottom style (happily without pie....). Thank you so much for all your generous gifts and beautiful words and prayers and company and all the joy...... a little overwhelmed really.

Here's a little of what I shared with Christ Church at tea and cake on Saturday..... 

As you may know, cake features quite heavily in my life. I actually don’t eat huge amounts of it, but I do like to make it. This is a very cakey church – the most memorable line from my ordination was ‘Jesus is looking after the cake’. I’m not allowed to bake that often because others get in there first…. I bake when I am stressed (when I was going through settlement I was a baking maniac), I bake because I enjoy….. I bake….

My most read post on my blog is about cake – Baptist cake – after being challenged to really go for it in my inventions for college I made cakes based around the Baptist declaration of principle – the thing that holds Baptist Union churches together – revels cakes because we are all different and you never know what you’re going to get, but we all hold Jesus as Lord, coffee drizzle because baptism full immersion new life, and sherbet fountains because we have to tell the whole world about it….. the pinnacle of my experimental cake experience….

You may know that I have been baking through the great British bake off book and I’ve just finished the bread section with some really quite dodgy doughnuts…. It’s been a challenge, because bread is not my natural instinct – I don’t even really have a great passion for bread – it serves a purpose but…..

What I tend to do when heading for the next recipe is leave the book open for a while on my work surface…. I read the recipe, I half memorise it, I think about it, and then I make space and begin. The thing about bread though is that it needs time to rise and you never know how long you might need….

The way I approach baking is a bit like the way I approach the big decisions in life. I leave a book open, share my ideas with God who shares his ideas with me and we sit on it together for a while…. And this is what I have done with thinking about whether to move on from here or not. In March last year I sat on a train, having bought the wrong train ticket, but to the right place, and pondered…. And I decided to start testing the waters to see if moving on was right. There were a number of things that happened in the months following, some of them challenging, some of them exciting…. and I spent some time exploring the challenges around and the possibility of moving on and decided to test the waters….. to actually begin the rollercoaster ride to today.

Sometimes when you bake, what you come up with is not what you expected it to be.

I entered settlement in September (otherwise known as Baptist dating agency) hoping that I might move closer to my family or stay in the north. Easy? God had other plans. Unexpected plans.

I got the list of churches and nothing really looked right, but then I was sent the profile for a church that didn’t fit any of my criteria but when I read the profile it was clearly the right place. It was like the church and me were walking to the same rhythm…… and I visited and every time I raised a concern, a question, it was answered by God with a ‘but, what if?’

In many ways the move doesn’t make sense – #doyouknowHim? is just beginning, we’re beginning to see signs of new life in church after a period of loss, my church family here is one of the best. I have great support networks, I’ve just got involved in a number of different projects in wider Baptist life…… this is home.

But God calls…. And one of the advantages I have in my calling is that I can just (just ha ha) pack up and go….. and so I must.

It was a bit like God said…. Right, let’s do this – we’ll make this a quick rise….. but it’s also been coming for a long time – God has been preparing us all for what comes next. A slow riser with a speedy explosive ending.

This will be always be the church where I began my ministry and will always have a unique place in my heart. From giggling at the name of the town to being surprised that God would ever call this Baptist by complete and utter conviction to an ecumenical context to being part of a Christ centred community that has changed so much in the last 7 and a half years. We’ve grown deeper and more confident in our faith as the spirit has breathed new life into us. This church family is a true family – in all its challenging oddities (I wouldn’t say it’s always been a smooth ride) and in its deep loving nature, and that’s one of the reasons that me leaving has been so difficult. But this has never been about me, this has always been about following the way in which Christ calls us.

Everyone here has walked with me in different ways – as part of this church family and so many of you beyond……some of you have seen me at my worst when I felt like quitting and running away – some of you have held me up without realising how strong you actually are. I’ve been allowed to run with it when it didn’t seem to make sense and you’ve embraced my creative bonkerishness with great gusto even when I smash stuff up and make people cry. As I’ve grown as a minister I have come to understand the kind of minister who God has called me to be – a community builder – a lurking with intent minister – a fire in the hearth that helps make a house a home.

Since I announced I was leaving it’s all been a bit bonkers….. and I’d love to be staying longer to just say goodbye properly and put everything into place. I’d love to be staying longer to wrap up #doyouknowHim? better – the craziest but one of the most brilliant times of my ministry life…. But I can’t. The bread is ready, and as I head off to a place I don’t really know where it is, I am assured that God, in the craziness of it all, knows exactly what He is doing.

In my first January here it was our 40th anniversary and I was reminded of our verse for the year from that year as I sat with a small group of people last Saturday night renewing our baptismal vows conscious that each person there had been key on my journey…. So let me leave you with this:

“Your life in Christ makes you strong, and his love comforts you. You have fellowship with the Spirit, and you have kindness and compassion for one another. I urge you then to make me completely happy by having the same thoughts, sharing the same love, and being one in soul and mind. Don’t do anything from selfish ambition or from a cheap desire to boast, but be humble toward one another, always considering others better than yourselves. And look out for one another’s interests, not just for your own’. Phil 2:1-4

Onwards we row..... 

Sunday, 14 April 2019

On walking alone......

If you know me well, you will know that I am generally content just the way I am. I don't crave after things I don't have (apart from, perhaps, shoes) and I am quite happy sitting on my own in front of Netflix watching a box set and playing angry birds..... 

I love that I can make my own decisions and can just get on with them. I love that I can just go on my day off (ahem) and not tell anyone where I am going. I love that I can get up when I want, leave a mess where I want and not have to worry about what someone else is doing next or what they are doing that they shouldn't be doing or what they are not doing that they should..... 

I love that in the Bible Paul holds up the benefits of being single - you can totally focus on what God is calling you to do - and in the last six months I've experienced just that - my call to move has been so strong, so personal, that to factor someone else in would have been really quite hard. 

There are times though, that it's tough...... 

One thing that someone said to me when I began the journey to ministry was that as a single person it would be particularly hard. I have never forgotten this... and as I face the next part of my life on my own and have to make decisions about whether to keep or give away the wine bottle with a glass on the top that has never left its box and have to remember to tell everyone from my mortgage company to my membership of the obscure ingredients in cake club and as I have to wash up because the dishwasher broke and remember to eat sensible food when the fridge is empty, it's hard. 

As I pack and am reminded of the stories of failed relationships through the memories I discover it's hard. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely better off single.... my stories of dating disasters and love lost could be enough to fill a comedy set or a a series of episodes of Friends before Ross and Rachel got together. I am happy on my own - I don't regret not having children, as I have ones who I love in my life and who love me back, but I don't have the responsibility of bringing them up in this weird world we live in. I don't crave affection (perhaps a hug (normally one armed) very occasionally, when a wall has walked its way towards me or a tractor has driven into me or when I'm facing a big change, like, say, moving... or work is hard or I have had bad news). I don't even want to go there with the bizarre world of dating.... it's a minefield more difficult to deal with than the Baptist settlement system.... 

I guess what I am trying to say in this weirdly quite personal blog is that it's hard....and also that I am thankful.... for those who bear with when I am losing my common sense for a while and tell me to eat.... for those who hold me up when I'm tripping up wherever I go.... for those who don't say to me, 'one benefit of moving is that you will have a bigger pond to fish in' (yes, it has been said).... for those who include me and welcome me as part of their family because they like me, not because they feel sorry for me (there is nothing to feel sorry about)..... for those who will laugh at my ultimate dating party piece and not look at me with sad eyes.... 

One of the problems with church is that too often we have the sad eyes when we look on someone who is single. Questions are asked; 'what do we do with all the single people in church - how can we include them?'. We assume that marriage is the ultimate destination and the singles must have something wrong with them. 

In ministry, there are added challenges; 'she can do anything, she has no responsibilities'. When you work on your day off there is no one to keep you in check.... when you are out every night there is no one to challenge, when you work in your holidays nobody tells you off.... when you need to offload there is no one to offload to. 



What we can first do is avoid the sad eyes, us becoming an issue (we are not covered in scales, we're people, with gifts and greatness like any other). If church is to be a community that is family, it needs to include everyone - the married, the single, the grandparent, the child, the weird cousin that everyone would like to avoid but knows they shouldn't.... 

And when your minister is single, just check they're OK occasionally. And when they're not, avoid those sad eyes, and walk with them - because even those who appear strong need a (normally metaphorical) hug sometimes. 

"The way God designed our bodies is a model for understanding our lives together as a church: every part dependent on every other part, the parts we mentioned and the parts we don't, the parts we see and the parts we don't. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance" 
1 Corinthians 12:25-26 The Message













Wednesday, 3 April 2019

God’s Comfort Blanket

At the moment we’re in the middle of 10 weeks of #doyouknowHim? and as part of that we’re out in Ramsbottom every Saturday morning blessing the community with God’s love.  #doyouknowHim? came from the church in Skipton who did a similar 10 weeks last year and continue to regularly spend time in the community blessing those they meet. 

One thing that Skipton have done that we have chosen not to do is take blankets out in the town, enfold people in them and pray over them the prayer of St Patrick’s breastplate. I’ve been struck by this - as a not-very-often-hugger I’d find it strange but I love the idea - that God’s love enfolds us like a comfort blanket. 

Right now I need some of that comfort blanket - it’s hard work with moving and everything and although I love all we are doing with #doyouknowHim? and it's really exciting, there are times that it has almost broken me (who’d co-lead on something so big whilst preparing to move?). 

Yesterday was one of those days where one last kick sent me into hiding. I was packing, reminiscing, planning, dreaming and I reflected on some news I’d had that brought up some stuff that was tricky.... 

So this morning I began again, went back to my calling, went back to God with breakfast in the garden centre. And as I did I reflected on God as comfort blanket. As I did I reflected on the Bible and God threw out Matthew 11:28 in more ways than one. 

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest”

And so I wrote...... a kind of comfort blanket blessing for me and for all those I know who are finding it tough right now. It’s not easy at the moment with so much uncertainty and change so sometimes we just need to accept the blanket offered and rest: 

God’s Comfort Blanket 

May the arms of God surround you
With the fibres of His warmth
May His comfort blanket enfold you
As you shelter in His wings

May the strength of embrace protect you
As the fleece and wool surround you
May you feel His love, His peace
As you rest in His arms

May you gradually unravel 
As the threads ravel round you
May you begin to let it go
And feel release in his grace. 

May the arms of God surround you,
Protect you and enrobe you 
May His comfort blanket soothe you
As you shelter in His wings