tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28981737380777731082024-03-13T06:44:22.248+00:00 NewIncumbencyreflection on life as a new Vicar.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-57017596324513175622016-06-06T17:37:00.001+01:002016-06-06T17:37:55.019+01:00Communication<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am a new Vicar- 5 months into post and I have only just got connected to a land line and the internet. For 5 months if I have wanted to read emails or send them I have had to visit my sister 15 miles away or the local library 4 miles away. I have had to make phone calls using my mobile in an area with very little signal. The whole 5 months have been stressful and fraught... However.. during the time I have managed to make a number of visits just turning up and knocking on doors. I have started morning prayer in 3 of my churches and seen a significant number of people attending. God has used what could have been a very negative time to the good- proving yet again that ' all things work together for those who love the Lord' . Now that I am connected I am rejoicing in being able to contact people by email when I think about it, and being able to reply soon after someone emails me rather than anything up to 2 weeks later. <br />
I have to say that most of my PCC's and congregations have been very understanding and sympathetic which has been a great encouragement.<br />
Now it is sorted and I am settling in I am praying for vision and God's discernment for my parishes.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-82366479854580238162016-01-11T23:01:00.000+00:002016-01-11T23:01:03.197+00:00Good byes<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My priesting with my Training Incumbent</td></tr>
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Sunday evening service at Wirksworth was such a wonderful blessing. The way things worked out my last Sunday coincided with the annual Epiphany carol service which includes the reading of the arrival of the Magi, Water into Wine and the Baptism of Jesus- all with symbolic acts and suitable carols, acclamations and much moving around the church. normally there are about 30 people there and everyone processes. Yesterday we expected over a hundred- in the end we had 146 including 5 children so only the servers and clergy processed, everyone stayed in their places. It was such a privilege to lead this final service with such a large congregation and in particular to have the children I trained act as thurifer and acolyte. Although it was my last service I wasn't really conscious of that element until after the prayers for leaving led by the Rector my training Incumbent. After those during the last hymn which I had chosen- Lord for the Years- I had to walk to the altar ready to bless the congregation. As I walked up our very long choir and chancel I was very conscious of walking away from the people I have grown to love over the last three and half years and came quite close to tears. However I held it together for the blessing. we then partied and I was blessed with cards and gifts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the farewell yesterday</td></tr>
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Now we are on the last part of the journey - carpets were fitted in some rooms today, the gas fitter returned to do the gas inspection and change some taps- more tomorrow along with hopefully the resolution of the problem for the cooker. Meanwhile new tasks for my new parishes keep arriving- and I lose internet access on Wednesday so many will have to wait until after I am licensed.<br />
Today as I drove back from the new Rectory the enormity of the coming change hit me- amI ready- no- will I be good enough- no but as we prayed last night- with the help of God and the blessing of His Spirit I will be.<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-47029893344160125652016-01-09T13:19:00.001+00:002016-01-09T13:19:33.708+00:00Count down beset with problemsSome years ago while at Theological College I commented how much I enjoyed moving house- much to the worry of one friend who was reading my Blog. This time as we prepare to move I'm conscious that enjoyment has evaporated away. Yes I'm looking forward to being in our new home and to starting the task of getting to know my new parishes and settling into the new routine of life there. But just at the moment the whole process of moving seems to be fraught with problems and I'm not enjoying the experience at all!<br />
Having to prepare to move while also preparing to celebrate the birth of Christ didn't help- at one point my mind seemed to be being pulled in four different directions. Before Christmas we carefully put in place a timetable with the fitting of carpets working around the actual move day, arrangements with BT so I would be up and running with Broadband fairly soon after moving and the delivery and fitting of a new cooker. The only think not going wrong is the actual move date ( prayers please that the forecast snow doesn't actually happen here in the Peak District or even that may have to change!)<br />
End of last week we were contacted by the company who will be fitting the cooker- I won't go into all the details but just to say that all the regulations around what can and can't be above a cooker hot zone and the relevant measurements have all changed and our cooker slot doesn't meet them so we couldn't have the cooker delivered and fitted yesterday as planned.<br />
Then we had a phone call from BT to say the engineers visit to sort out the phone and broadband is delayed- so far not heard anymore!<br />
Then on Monday a very sorry Carpet Shop rag to apologise that their suppliers couldn't supply one of the carpets for this coming Monday so that all could be fitted ahead of the move on Friday. A quick dash down to the carpet shop and a very helpful sales assistant ( and a free coffee in their café ) later we were sorted with the promise of the men to move furniture and a later date for fitting the lounge and dining room carpets. We will know the fitters well by the time they have finished as they now have to make three visits to fit carpets.<br />
However on the positive side a day spent there yesterday with a very good friend means we have a very clean house and as the heating engineer also came we have a warm house to move into. many of the curtains are now up and along with a kettle in the kitchen a few mugs in the cupboards and coffee and tea there we are already beginning to feel at home!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me outside St Lawrence Walton on Trent- with daffodils in January</td></tr>
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So the final countdown to moving begins- tomorrow is my last service at my present Parish along with their goodbye to us and a party to celebrate. Monday sees the fitting of the first lot of curtains. Hopefully on Tuesday the electrician will solve the problem of the electric cooker point and socket then on Wednesday its our final day for sorting before the removal company arrive on Thursday to pack us up. This in itself is an innovation for me for in the last 24 moves I've always done my own packing. This time I've packed a moved a number of books and liquids but I'm letting the removal company take the strain.<br />
In it all I'm conscious of the new church communities I'm being called to, the work ahead and seeking God for direction and guidance as I seek to settle in and love the people God has asked me to shepherd. <br />
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jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-22203403142414720632015-12-31T11:55:00.000+00:002015-12-31T11:55:04.133+00:00New Year, New Home New ParishesHappy New Year and the countdown begins. This will be the third time of blogging a countdown to a move and hopefully this will be the last for quite some time. Things are slowly getting in place- TV licence sorted, Redirection of post sorted, removal company booked, carpets purchased and being laid next week, new cooker on order to be delivered and fitted next week, decision made about utilities and phone just got to arrange the changes. All happened while I also tried to prepare and lead Christmas services, and sort out a family Christmas. Four years into post the services were not too difficult though I tried to pray and seek God for what He wanted to say this year at the services. All went smoothly and everyone seemed to enjoy- my prayer is that they also came closer to God during the services. <br />
It was a great joy this Christmas to manage to see all our children and grandchildren at different times. One day we may manage to get them all together. <br />
Back to the move and 20 crates of books have been taken to the new Rectory and empty crates returned, now I'm starting on the sorting of papers etc, and glad that for this move we are having a full packing service. <br />
Alongside all of this I have been arranging meetings with Church Wardens a retired Priest and a Lay Reader for the week I am licensed so that we can start to get things in place. Lent and Easter will soon be upon us!<br />
It has been hard living with my mind constantly going in four directions- soon I can concentrate on one and then hopefully I will start to sleep better. <br />
Anyway who eve you are and where ever you are have a wonderful and Blessed New Year.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-77103520952750651212015-11-14T21:44:00.000+00:002015-11-14T21:44:08.940+00:00Paris and beyondBack in 2013 my husband and I visited Paris and like many before us fell in love with the wonderful city- with it's beauty, it's vibrancy and it's diversity. Like many others today we are devastated and mourning the loss of life last night. Our thoughts and prayers are with those we met at the American Cathedral when we visited, and all who are in shock in the city- and country. <br />
Tomorrow I must preach on what is probably the most apt Gospel reading for such a time- Mark 13:1-8 as set in the lectionary for the day. Wars and rumours of wars! We have those alright and so much more. As I read , pray and search for inspiration I have come across the following- which help to inform my thoughts and prayers.<br />
<a href="http://www.episcopalcafe.com/letter-from-dean-of-american-cathedral-in-paris/">http://www.episcopalcafe.com/letter-from-dean-of-american-cathedral-in-paris/</a><br />
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I am also aware that Paris is not the only city to have suffered in the past week- Beirut and Baghdad have as well but neither get the same response in our news.<br />
Let us continue to pray for our whole world , for those who suffer and for the birth pangs of the new world order to give way to a peaceful world.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-26529788243622480532015-11-01T22:07:00.000+00:002015-11-01T22:07:21.255+00:00change is comingBack in March 2014 I wrote<br />
"While with here, I both spoke and listened to her wisdom and I reviewed the past few months and looked ahead to the next year and all it will bring in change and journeying."<br />
Well it is 18 months but the change and journeying are happening- a new destination as I am pleased to be able to announce that I have been appointed to the post of Priest in Charge of Walton on Trent with Rosliston and Croxall, Coton in the Elms and Immanuel Stapenhill in the Diocese of derby. This was announced in this team and it the above parishes this morning. This is a huge move forward for me on from Curacy. And the end of one journey from the day back in October 2003 when I spoke to my Vicar and first hesitantly expressed the belief that I felt God was calling me to ordained ministry. Now my Curacy ending I am moving into a new life as a fully fledged Vicar with a whole new set of lessons to learn, people to love and serve and new ways of listening and serving God.<br />
Blogging will not be about the people or situations but may well record some of my reflections on my relationship with God as things move on. The future is looking daunting and bright at the same time- but I shall put my hand into the hand of god and move forward- and will have deep in my heart the words of the hymn- Lord for the Years you love has kept and guided for it is still so true for me today.<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-36323183017898213572015-10-20T08:12:00.002+01:002015-10-20T08:12:38.256+01:00By the Waters of Babylon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq33PGAXhqfVYmiD6691yB6qSAnVcCYMn8hUE6EwBmSgdiHyHz7ORDMFDPuUaVr_BYKZTcn999DwoxVNvlyeORfVHBVTRqIevxPO8JdJxih2-xB2L4JHUImpkyfu0oDCG2U-L4dvHPg9Q/s1600/PA120015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq33PGAXhqfVYmiD6691yB6qSAnVcCYMn8hUE6EwBmSgdiHyHz7ORDMFDPuUaVr_BYKZTcn999DwoxVNvlyeORfVHBVTRqIevxPO8JdJxih2-xB2L4JHUImpkyfu0oDCG2U-L4dvHPg9Q/s320/PA120015.JPG" width="320" /></a>I'm back from two weeks holiday. A rather mixed up holiday this year as it began with an interview but more of that at a later date.<br />
The rest of the holiday was spent with a couple of days in Devon, a couple of days in Dorset, a few days at home which included a walk along the river at Calver then a return to the seaside with a couple of days in Whitby and finishing with a trip up to Lancashire to see my Mum. Each was a trip to walk along the coast to feel the salt air, to hear the crashing waves to be atuned again to the power of God in nature. As I wrote in the previous blog, water is such a refreshing healing entity.<br />
Then on Sunday I visited a nearby village church where they have Messy Church as their Sunday morning service once a month. The theme was the waters of Babylon and we were reminded of those who sat down and wept for their homeland, and thought of those who are leaving their war torn countries. The service concluded with a baptism- more water. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxhng6UTx5RhvdTyhC1W7-Lzktn3BI2_TezB5Bxu2sYuO5zzSmgJ4AsqwjIMhb-Lew7XXRs1iloEDO4JMB9BsLfhrXiVLsQgded_pYNpdaqOaMcCz9C0giQwQtCFcnAJA2uAqWRajk-58/s1600/PA100002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxhng6UTx5RhvdTyhC1W7-Lzktn3BI2_TezB5Bxu2sYuO5zzSmgJ4AsqwjIMhb-Lew7XXRs1iloEDO4JMB9BsLfhrXiVLsQgded_pYNpdaqOaMcCz9C0giQwQtCFcnAJA2uAqWRajk-58/s320/PA100002.JPG" width="320" /></a>As I look to the future, to the changes which will take place over the next months, to moving on- I think of all the water, of the changes it goes through each day of what it means for life and the journey's it makes. It is a journey with a positive outcome but at times is challenging and terrifying and for me the future will be positive and renewing but challenging and terrifying at the same time. <br />
But God goes with me and Him I trust.<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-19158092768011497072015-10-02T20:43:00.001+01:002015-10-02T20:43:21.941+01:00Not quite the End of summerToday has been a beautiful day and so being my day off we took ourselves off to Bakewell to walk along the riverside and to enjoy coffee and cake. Its good to take time away from the house to just enjoy time together and to think about the future.<br />
I particularly like being by water- whether it's a river, sea or canal. There's something so relaxing and refreshing about water. A reminder of course that Jesus is the water of life who refreshes us when ever we come to Him. <br />
In the river at Bakewell today we were fascinated by the number and size of the trout in the river- and the clarity of the water which allowed us to see them so clearly and even distinguish between brown and rainbow. Next week will see us at the seaside for at least a couple of days while on holiday- we both will enjoy the waves then.<br />
It's taking some time to get back into blogging after so long- and I was reminded yesterday - if I need reminding of how careful we have to be about what we put on the internet as you never know who may read it!<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-5506471086526451122015-09-25T20:40:00.002+01:002015-09-25T20:40:53.142+01:00Back againIt is over a year since I posted here. At the time when I gave up it was for a number of reasons. However I still use the Blog to make links with other Blogs which I read. Then every so often I will reread my Blogs- remembering the journey and the emotions over the 4 years I wrote the Blog. Now it feels right to pick up Blogging again- to take time to reflect in a deeper way than I can on Facebook.<br />
The journey is moving on- the time has come to look at moving on from Curacy- to take the next step in this vocational life.<br />
Over the past year I have grown and changed. Have served and learned. In July I was signed off as being ready for my post of first responsibility.<br />
I've applied for and been interviewed for a couple of jobs. Was offered one but after prayer and much heart searching turned it down and then went to the second interview and very quickly realised that though a good match on paper the role wasn't for me. The churches involved felt the same so all were content with the outcome.<br />
Now I have 2 interviews on the horizon and I'm trying to make sense on this next stage.<br />
I had hoped to just apply, pray and be interviewed for one post at a time but that's not very easy when jobs are advertised in batches. Though we are given 12 months to find a post after being signed off that time soon passes especially as the flow of jobs dry up at certain times- August, over Christmas etc. So I have applied for the 2 but have no clear guidance at this point as to which s 'the one'. <br />
Somehow it feels as if I should know- should have a clear sense of where God is calling me to. But it's only when I meet the people, chat, listen and learn that I start to sense whether these are the people God wants me to love and serve for Him. <br />
I;m reminded of Paul who thought he knew where he was called to go but then the Holy Spirit prevented Him. I'm a weak, work in progress and don't always hear very clearly from God- my prayer at this time is that I will be attuned to the murmurings of the Holy Spirit as I go forward for these interviews.<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-11884160710822261382014-08-01T19:12:00.001+01:002014-08-01T19:12:21.772+01:00LeavingIt's been a while since I blogged partly because I lost all ability to sign in for a time, partly because of time constraints. then when I went on a moment ago it was to see that an advert had been attached to my post about the Pilgrimage to the Holy land. that for me was the final straw- I don't like the way that most places I want to read on the web take ages to load because of ads but I certainly don't want one on my post implying I agree with them. So it's bye to blogging. I'll stick with facebook because at least there I can interact. Thanks to all who have read and responded to my journey over the last 4 years.<br />
jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-32157013509026682102014-03-07T07:52:00.001+00:002014-03-07T07:52:58.376+00:00A day of listeningThursday<br />
Today the first day of lent has been a day of listening, to God.<br />
I made the journey across to the next county to see my Spiritual Director, and in the journey there and back drove in silence, talking and trying to listen to God. While with here, I both spoke and listened to her wisdom and I reviewed the past few months and looked ahead to the next year and all it will bring in change and journeying.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9E97uDu26KESPdjoOlAi7Z6QZNO1JS7bdwIeD4dYbu-6XAzPKmpM94jgfZ-B-oY63DcWYvobCNg4q_we5HRTuiIxSPfg45dDBikg4PSIlMjwGxHaCwvbDwSnPRJoBStdmSFchClBv2iF/s1600/Holy+Land+2014+191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9E97uDu26KESPdjoOlAi7Z6QZNO1JS7bdwIeD4dYbu-6XAzPKmpM94jgfZ-B-oY63DcWYvobCNg4q_we5HRTuiIxSPfg45dDBikg4PSIlMjwGxHaCwvbDwSnPRJoBStdmSFchClBv2iF/s1600/Holy+Land+2014+191.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a>One thing that really struck me was when I described the pilgrimage to the Holy Land. I've shared snippets with other and have taught a school lesson on my experience, but this was probably the first time I'd really shared in all its depth what the pilgrimage had meant to me. this is probably in part because I'm actually still processing it so as I share new insights and thoughts appear. I realised afresh just what it had meant to me to sit in those Holy places- especially Capernaum of which I have already blogged.<br />
After I returned I made a funeral visit, more listening, this time to the family and to God as I tried to draw together the threads of a 90 years olds life.<br />
Then in the evening I led compline in one of our villages. the opportunity for words music and silence was a fitting end to the day and drive back beneath the stars very special.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-73217277689679613872014-03-07T07:42:00.000+00:002014-03-07T07:42:01.684+00:00Ash wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87sUVE8FhuRUS-o_gQcstSXTNRY33Ppwb9dzSXO-ES4k31Rz-7bpwvTl-fEZrviS7CZgWGtpbDM__RtNfDGjA10Mh7K2DEgHavSP_gRyOkhzpsneKYi8r_J3hhX5Olj3EiCrAYDKEw05w/s1600/ash+wednesday.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87sUVE8FhuRUS-o_gQcstSXTNRY33Ppwb9dzSXO-ES4k31Rz-7bpwvTl-fEZrviS7CZgWGtpbDM__RtNfDGjA10Mh7K2DEgHavSP_gRyOkhzpsneKYi8r_J3hhX5Olj3EiCrAYDKEw05w/s1600/ash+wednesday.png" /></a>I tried to blog this the other day but then lost everything so I'm a couple of days behind.<br />
Ash Wednesday is with us and so begins lent.<br />
It was my privilege this evening to preside at our Ash Wednesday Communion.<br />
Suddenly the words I had heard so many times before took on a new significance, a new weight of meaning as I slowly pronounced them to the gathered congregation.<br />
Not just the Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return, Turn from you sins and be faithful. But each penitential sentence through the service, and I was truly penitent for my own sins.<br />
the communion too was beautiful, the realisation of the sacrifice of Jesus, the forgiveness of God and the shared meal which draws us all together. I went home in the darkness and silence blessed in a new way.<br />
I have set as my Lenten discipline to sit in silence for at least 15 minutes each day just listening to God in contemplative prayer. This is something I don't find easy but over the last few weeks have felt very strongly it was something I need to do. <br />
I trust God will speak to me in the silence if I but listen.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-8117137684363480002014-02-20T18:55:00.000+00:002014-02-20T18:55:31.728+00:00Reflections<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6vMO0WBPEid0yxnoD5GXV1WpZ5rOdQjqMitoA0ZaYkjyI83jHn6mmn987waswkKB9b-Ts8BrD0r0TJzzT39kVDm-UEKDMfJygHUrPnubbEVpebOHGxGlxmwzxfOnExuPc4ZZM4hovrCM/s1600/Holy+Land+2014+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6vMO0WBPEid0yxnoD5GXV1WpZ5rOdQjqMitoA0ZaYkjyI83jHn6mmn987waswkKB9b-Ts8BrD0r0TJzzT39kVDm-UEKDMfJygHUrPnubbEVpebOHGxGlxmwzxfOnExuPc4ZZM4hovrCM/s1600/Holy+Land+2014+074.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a>AS an Ordinand and even before when doing the certificate of Theology<em> I </em>was taught Theological reflection. Today something drew me to reread my early posts on this blog and I realised how much I had reflected in those early posts. Somewhere in the last 18 months I have ceased to really reflect on my life and ministry now. In fact I seem to have found myself in a reflective desert- unable to really make links between my experiences and a spiritual understanding.<br />
As a curate one of the things I have to do before I am 'signed off' by the Bishop is produce a portfolio which consists of reflections on the 40 criteria I need to fulfil in order to be considered a fully trained priest. I have 12 more months to complete that portfolio but am already panicking at being able to do the reflections. <br />
Todays reread of the early blogs showed me that I am capable if I put my mind to it and open myself up the God's spirit.<br />
Perhaps I should follow a friends example and set myself a criteria a week to blog about in a reflective way in order to get to the point where I can complete my portfolio.<br />
The portfolio aside I was asked yesterday if I was looking for my next post yet! I actually can't start looking for another year but that doesn't stop me beginning to consider what sort of place I think God may be calling me to. I'm sure more reflections on that will follow, but at the moment I still feel strongly called to rural ministry - but perhaps not 10 parishes! I also have to consider my husbands needs when looking for a parish. That will all follow in the coming months. <br />
For now I am looking forward to 48 hours off- and the Saturday will be spent on my own in which I am planning to get away from home and spend some quality time just me and God.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-6623868302719330572014-01-28T15:26:00.001+00:002014-01-28T15:26:50.544+00:00Pilgrimage in the Holy Land.<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Last week I returned from an 8 day pilgrimage to the Holy Land which my diocese organises for the Curates sometime during their curacy. Forty two of us set off on a dark cold January morning from Derby cathedral to travel to Heathrow and onward to Tel Aviv. As you can imagine I've come back with many photos ( 386 to be precise) and with many observations and special moments. However I've chosen to blog about just 4 of them. </div>
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The first was the first morning when we walked down from the Mount of Olives via the Garden of Gethsemane and into the Old City. Part way down we stopped at Domine Flevit Church- the place where Jesus is said to have stood and looked over Jerusalem and wept. As I stood looking at this view I felt the sorrow that Christ must still feel today as He looks down on the broken and divided and yet still so beautiful city. As we took communion looking over to the walls of the city with its magnificent golden Dome of the Rock marking the sacred site for Muslim, Jew and Christian so I wept for all that has happened through this lovely area, especially in the last 100 years. We spent the next 3 days visiting Bethlehem, Masada and the Dead Sea and the place thought to be Emmaus.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn4Dm5mUpStitT5-S0kBNEdbCIB_9KeHQAO3gTzdf1FRDlXtpWyyhlbBUs0c_OGdII0mSu3Ie3_ykaEgdvp-xHXBZ9JmRDlAU5z0UCUACvgH_bvrd_7lR02DOcFBxYMMWVpbCpxcvKW8B/s1600/pheasant.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn4Dm5mUpStitT5-S0kBNEdbCIB_9KeHQAO3gTzdf1FRDlXtpWyyhlbBUs0c_OGdII0mSu3Ie3_ykaEgdvp-xHXBZ9JmRDlAU5z0UCUACvgH_bvrd_7lR02DOcFBxYMMWVpbCpxcvKW8B/s1600/pheasant.png" /></a>I am loving my curacy as always and in particular the journeys to the village churches. However I'm not enjoying the pheasants. Three years ago while at college we had a meeting with a pheasant on the A34 as we headed to Didcot on Christmas morning and the pheasant and our bumper came off very badly. As a result I'm quite nervous driving near them and we live quite close to a breeding area. At this time of year the lanes are full of pheasants happily wandering around and then suddenly flying upward and toward you as you approach. So far I've avoided hitting any but it makes the journeys interesting. (As do other road users who want the whole lane!)<br />
The joys of rural ministry far outweigh that tiny pin prick though. Driving over a hill and seeing the valley below shrouded in mist- the sun glinting on the lake or house windows is wonderful. And the churches continue to be a real blessing. Small but with warm hearted hard working people. In one village I've started a Toddler group and its growing slowly and now extending into a Coffee morning for the older villagers once a month. Its great to see the mums slowly starting to own the group and plan for it rather than leaving it all to me.<br />
In another village I'm going to be starting a form of Messy Church and I've had a positive reaction from the congregation and the school head teacher so that looks like taking off.<br />
Frighteningly I'm now almost 18 months into my curacy and though its officially a 4 year curacy in another 18 months I'll be released to start looking for my next post. Something that by this time next year I will have to be paying about and listening for G od's leading as to where next.<br />
On a different front having spent the last 5 years thinking about buying a new home- we sold what had been mine after K had sold his and always planned to buy a retirement home, now we seem to be moving nearer to settling on where. Interestingly its got me reading blogs again to glean information and advice from the expats community. So not in Britain! I shall leave saying where until we are definite. then this blog may take on a totally different flavour as I chart our progress. jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-53121814827994540282013-09-05T18:51:00.000+01:002013-09-05T18:51:02.854+01:00Ten years onReflecting on life and the anniversary of a friends marriage I realised that it is 10 years since my life was completely turned on its head- and 13 years this month since the somersaults started. Thirteen years ago I found out that my husband was having an affair. Despite my best efforts he left me and 10 years <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">ago last weekend I received my decree absolute. I was divorced something I had never thought would happen to me! That day as I drove through the Derbyshire countryside I prayed and told God that this was the start of the rest of my life and that I was going to continue to walk with Him and the first thing I would do would be to find a new church home. On the following Sunday I walked into St Thomas church Brampton and immediately felt at home. Little would I know that that would be the start of the journey which would see me 10 years later an ordained priest in the church of England. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The following March I wrote the following in the church magazine- and rereading it today it still is the true testimony of our great God working in my life</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>Great is thy Faithfulness<br /></strong> During the last two weeks this hymn has been sung at services and has been echoing in my heart while away from church. Nineteen years ago this was the hymn my husband and I sang at our wedding. It has been a constant testimony of God’s goodness through the intervening years.<br /><br />As I sang it this last Sunday I was choking back tears - very mixed tears both of joy and sorrow. You see three years ago the husband I had promised to love and honour nineteen years before, and whom I stood with and promised before God we would serve Him together, left my children and me. He also walked away from God and all that he had believed. So my tears were naturally of sorrow that all my hopes and dreams so long ago had disappeared and my life is very <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">different now to what I had expected. August of last year saw my divorce complete, something I had always hoped to avert. But also they were of joy as I recognised the truth of the words despite my circumstances of the last three years.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><i>Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;<br /> There is no shadow of turning with Thee;<br /> Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;<br /> As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.</i><br /><br /> My circumstances have changed but God’s goodness to me has never changed. He has held me close throughout.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><i>Great is Thy faithfulness!<br /> Great is Thy faithfulness!<br /> Morning by morning new mercies I see.<br /> All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;<br /> Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!</i><br /><br /> God has truly provided all I have needed, a new home, jobs as required, and rest when my body has been weary. In the last six months He has brought me to a new church home and more recently I have met and started dating a lovely Christian man.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><i>Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth<br /> Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;<br /> Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,<br /> Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!</i><br /><br /> God has pardoned my sin - both at the time when I became a Christian and any sin I committed that contributed to my marriage breakup. He has also given me strength to get up and carry on being a mum to my three boys each day, strength to face work, however difficult and strength to get on with my life. He has also given me a bright hope that my future will be better and that life will continue. I have many blessings, and I praise God for each one of them.<br /><br /> I have been asked how I held onto my faith in God during this time, I have to say it was not me holding on to faith in God but The God of Faith holding on to me. He has cradled me in His arms and kept me safe when all around me disintegrated. Now I face the future secure in that love and with a heart full of praise.<br /><br /> Janet</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Some years later someone read this and sent a message via the Rector to say how it had helped her. I'm learning now how my testimony of God's greatness can still help others and that the pain I went through when my husband left me has allowed me to help others going through the pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nothing is wasted with God- and God truly causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him.</span>jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-34202793243810276882013-09-04T18:56:00.000+01:002013-09-04T18:56:11.397+01:00Peer supportToday I had the blessing of meeting with a fellow curate who I trained with. We had originally planned to meet twice a year to share and pray but our first year of curacy left us with no suitable time to meet except at curates day at Cuddesdon. Today we only had half an hour between sessions at her Diocesan synod conference being held 20 minutes away from my home. BUT that half hour was so refreshing though definitely not long enough.<br />
I meet with another curate in our diocese for mutual support and prayer about every two months and I do find that useful but my meeting today reminded me how important relationship is. Because my friend today and I are similar age, similar experience and had the blessing of training together for 2 years residentially we have a much deeper relationship than the one I am slowly forming with my local curate friend.<br />
We came away from today both agreeing that we need to put more effort into trying to meet up more regularly for our mutual support and encouragement.<br />
Now just to put that into practice.<br />
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jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-65745679055939881902013-07-31T21:15:00.000+01:002013-07-31T21:15:20.372+01:00Being a grand mother <h4>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Twelve months ago I rushed to the hospital to meet my new grand daughter- it was such a joy.</span></h4>
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</a><span style="font-size: large;">Today we went across to share a birthday tea party with her. She is such a delight and I enjoy spending time with her and her dad and mum. Its so lovely to see my son in her but also to recognise that she is a person in her own right with her own character. I am going to so enjoy sharing in her growing up and praise God that I was able to return to Derbyshire for my curacy and so be near enough to share these special first few years.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here she is for you all to enjoy</span> </h4>
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Last week saw a three day pre-ordination retreat which was a really refreshing time with God. We were blessed with a lovely hotel where the staff taught us what serving is about! Nothing was too much trouble for them and they coped wonderfully with the vagaries of having 23 cassocked people wandering around, demands for 12 jugs of warm water and towels for washing of feet, and meals taken in silence.</h4>
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The following day was my first presiding at the Eucharist - a very moving and solemn occasion. It was a great joy to have my mother sister and an old school friend there as well.</h4>
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I don't feel different but I am aware of the responsibility and that I am ordained by God for His work. Since the weekend I have also felt slightly out of kilter and wonder if that's tiredness or just adjustment to the new me!</h4>
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ast week I spent a few days in Devon at the wonderful Community of Mary and Martha at Sheldon. The community was set up specifically for clergy although they take other Christians and hold quiet days and conferences. I had a small apartment specifically kept for clergy and was able to spend the first three days in solitude, walking, praying and studying. My aim was to try and get my head around the next step- for on Saturday I shall be ordained priest.
It seems strange to talk about getting my head round it- after all isn't that what the last few years have been all about? yet somehow with my ordination to the Diaconate and the year spent being a curate I felt I had got it- got what God had called me for. And so I have spent time trying to understand what this 'extra' is that I shall receive on Saturday. Yes I shall be able to take weddings and more importantly preside at the Eucharist- but it seems such a big deal over what feels like just two more functions of my 'job'. I use inverted commas because of course this is far more than a job. As an ordained priest I shall be changed- and perhaps only t the other side after the ordination will I be able to start to understand what that change is. It may be that it will take the rest of my life to really understand.
So here I sit preparing to go on the Diocesan pre-ordination retreat with my fellow deacons and the new deacons to be ordained in the Cathedral on Sunday, and I still woder- what si it all about.
My prayer is
Father take me deeper into you,
make me more fully what you want me to be
and use me according to your plans
Amen
As I typed the use me- I was reminded of the words in the Covenant prayer of the Methodist church used each new year- " let me be employed for you, or laid aside for you," and I ask myself again am I really prepared to be laid aside as well as used.
Only God knows what the future will bring, but I continue to pray that my life will be dedicated to being what God wants and doing what He wants.
See you all at the other side. jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-30326440496962051672013-06-06T10:47:00.000+01:002013-06-06T10:47:16.727+01:00Its a year!It's a year tomorrow since my leaver's service at college. We then had a weekend of sorting and finishing packing before moving north to Derbyshire on the Monday.
The time has flown by- so much has happened and yet my posts have grown fewer!
Only 4 so far this year and only 14 after we moved. This is partly due to the nature of the work- I have to be far more careful in what I do blog. But it's more to do with time. yet we are all called to continue to reflect on our lives and ministry and blogging is a good way of doing so.
So what has the last year taught me?
That so much of ministry is about presence about being there with people, not necessarily doing or saying anything. That by being out among people at the local coffee morning, concert or other event God can use me. That how ever inadequate I feel ( and often am) my presence with a dog collar on is comforting and means something. That God is present in all sorts of situations that I wouldn't expect.
My highlights of the year have been
the schools work- assemblies, RE days and being around the schools.
the joy of taking Home Communion to the housebound, hearing their stories and sharing with them the bread and wine which is so sustaining for them
setting up a Toddler Group and beginning to see signs of growth
walking alongside a couple as the 94 year husband slowly died and being involved in the funeral afterwards.
And what about the lows:
the feeling of relentlessness that assailed me at the beginning of lent
losing my computer for 10 days making certain jobs difficult
a mistake at a funeral
But the joys far outweigh the lows!
As I prepare for my ordination to the priesthood and I am back to feeling inadequate and small- but this week I found a text that used to be on my shelf while at college- its back above my desk again
"God who has called you is... is faithful" 1 Cor. 1:9
I know that God has called me- I have never really doubted that, but at times I do doubt why He called me. but God is faithful and when we call on Him then we can be assured that he will answer, will strengthen and will encourage.
Soon I will be off for a weeks retreat/ holiday. I am going to stay at The Society of Mary and Martha at Sheldon taking the first few days in silent retreat as I prepare for my priesting and then spending a couple of days visiting with old friends in Devon. This will hopefully be a time of refreshment and renewal before I return to this lovely place to continue my Curacy.
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Back on the Monday before Ash wednesday I woke up with s sinking feeling and spent the day feeling quite low. It had struck me how relentless the life of a Curate is. On that Monday morning I woke conscious that having preached on the Sunday I now had to switch off those thoughts and switch on thoughts about the following Sundays services and also with a long list of tasks to do in order to prepare for all the services and events to come before easter Sunday. I made a list- and I prayed.
On Ash wednesday it hit me that while feeling stressed at that moment, Holy week and Easter weekend would happen, and whether I had managed to get everything done or not, come Easter Monday it would be too late and all would be over.
So as I awoke this morning it was with gratitude to God that with His help I ddi manage to get everything done, and now I can have a rest for 24 hours before starting again with planning for Sundays sermon, family service and the start of a new toddler group !
So what did I do over the last 7 weeks?
I planned and led a Family service, I prepared and facilitated Experience easter over three days in church, I helped at a marriage preparation day, I went to two training courses for being a governor in school, I prepared two sermons and preached them, I prepared and led a reflective service in church,I led reflective service for the Mothers Union, I prepared a Palm Sunday praise for a village church ( but then had it cancelled due to 3 foot drifts of snow closing the road!), I visited the sick, took home communion to the house bound, helped at the Churches Together childrens club, attended PCC meetings, I led assemblies in 5 schools, went to staff meetings, I prepared and led an hour at the cross for good friday, and I deaconed at many other services. In other words I did all the normal work of a deacon with some extras thrown in. And I loved every moment of it despite that initial wobble 7 weeks ago. Now I'm tired but looking forward to having a fortnights holiday in France with my wonderful husband who has helped and supported me in any way he could over the last few weeks.
Lesson learnt- that I can not do anything in my own strength but with the help of God I can achieve all he wants me to. jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-46251976961088835802013-02-21T11:52:00.002+00:002013-02-21T11:52:32.576+00:00Wednesday's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBanfSkLnw8TPqyQkYz8ufM5PBEBu2yhaxKGFyiAyEl66WsIVoZRbceZWS8mZeUeXsDrdqG1m8ncZ7dSc3Ozz_ceYz8ppXqjcgiBYSe06E6GTaHYvcETOR5L_JKEoeWE_YBgPXlydeQrrk/s1600/small_wirksworth.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBanfSkLnw8TPqyQkYz8ufM5PBEBu2yhaxKGFyiAyEl66WsIVoZRbceZWS8mZeUeXsDrdqG1m8ncZ7dSc3Ozz_ceYz8ppXqjcgiBYSe06E6GTaHYvcETOR5L_JKEoeWE_YBgPXlydeQrrk/s320/small_wirksworth.jpg" /></a>As I sat in the parish church yesterday between Morning Prayer and the start of the mid week communion service I thought- how special Wednesday mornings have been for me for some years.
Back when I first started worshipping at St Thomas Brampton and began the slow process of discernment towards ordained ministry the church would be open every wednesday morning from 9-12 for prayer and I set aside an hour every Wednesday to go and pray. It was a hard discipline at times but I benefitted so much from those silent hours in the church. This became especially inportant for the few months when I worked on a Sunday and so somtimes had to miss Sunday services.
Then when I moved south to Devon and worked for the Methodist church I could only worship in an Anglican church mid week and so would go to their Wednesday morning communion. It gave me the roots in the Anglican church that I needed and I loved the gentle service with a dozen other people. I came to feel very much part of that congregation and valued my time among them.
At college Wednesday's were group worship days so that rather than having morning prayer followed by communion we had an hour in Groups which we all took turns to lead a form of morning prayer, but with which we could be creative. Then in the evening we had our College Eucharist. So wednesdays remained a day set apart slightly different and still special.
Now I am in a team ministry and so on Sundays can be in any of our 10 churches- and often in three on one Sunday! Mid week we have a Communion service and I am realising again how valuable that time is. I serve for the Celebrant (oh and set everything up before hand) but otherwise this is one service when I can simply rest in God not having to be responsible for anything. that will change after July when I will occasionally be the one celebrating, but for the most part it is a time to simply 'be' on God.
As a prist that is something I need to continue to learn- how to be rather than do for God. We had a clergy Quiet Day on Tuesday- a time at the start of lent which the Bishop had arranged for us to come together and spend time learning, listening and being. The speaker- Stephen Cheey has written a book Beyond Busyness and he made mention of it in the last session reminding us that we are called to spend time with god bot rushing around doing all the time. This is cxomething I am trying to take to heart this lent. Next tuesday I shall have the opportunity of a quiet day for reading and will also spend some time with my Spiritual Director. I have also booked a week down in Sheldon to spend a few days before my priesting in quiet contemplation. I know that I need to spend more time with God as things get more involved in the Team and in my role as Curate.jantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427413040090881660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898173738077773108.post-80093574400094155982013-01-23T17:28:00.000+00:002013-01-23T17:28:11.666+00:00110 declaredWhen the oldest man in Britain was 105 his friends bought him a cricket bat with 105 not out on it. Today I acted as sidesperson at his funeral where it was said that he was now 110 declared. Reg Dean reached the age of 110 and 63 days before his death on the eve of the epiphany. I only met Reg once- on the eve of his 110th birthday and by then he was very frail and yet clearly still had a very active mind and a deep living faith.
Since his death there have been a couple of news items about him and an articles in the paper, all of which made clear his deep and abiding faith in Christ. On the Sunday a week after his death the church celebrated the baptism of Christ and at all the services I attended Reg made it into the sermons. He was such a glowing example, not a saint but a very human man who showed how we can each walk with Christ day by day. He said in one interview that I heard that there were 3 questions he had asked in life- who am I, why am I here and where am I going. These questions are what the world asks and what we as Christians seek to answer through our own faith in God and study of the scriptures.
Todays funeral was devised by Reg and as such had all the characterisitcs of the man. It included songs from the Dalesman Male voice choir which he had helped to found, readings of scripture and poetry, a tribute from his son and a homily from a friend. It was ecumenical with both URC minister and the Rector leading and was held in the Parish church as the largest building. The refreshments that followed were served in the local Methodist Church and had been prepared by the local cafe. There were TV cameras and reporters as well as the local radio there and yet it was a simple celebration of a well loved man just like the two funerals I will take next week.
It has been a privelage to be part of all this , for it has been a joy to learn more about a man who walked with God for 110 years and who I am sure is now at rest and peace in the 'mansion' which Christ had gone to prepare.
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