back to...

We got back late on Wednesday and it was straight back into things the next morning as I am preaching this morning and so needed to look at the passage and begin preparing.  I deliberately didn't take a record of what the passage was for this Sunday (Luke 10:25-37) on holiday with me because if I had I would have spent time away working on the sermon.  But despite the fact that I hadn't God has been preparing me for it through my own reading on holiday and also the conversations that we were having.  I have been so excited over the past couple of days seeing how God has been working in my life - even when I didn't know it!

I have also got back into rugby training and played 40 minutes in a 10-a-side tournament yesterday.  We won, which was good - especially as we had a lot of young lads playing, and it was good to get a run out (but I am feeling it this morning!).  Proper matches start next weekend and the first league game is at the end of the month.  I did some running on holiday which has clearly helped, in fact as I was running in 35 degrees + I actually found doing a pretty hard run on Thursday relatively easy!  I also didn't put any weight on and am looking forward to (hopefully) shedding a bit more between now and the start of the league.

So, a pretty good rest, but back to it now.  I'm really looking forward to the next wee bit and beyond.

sunning

I'm currently in Northern Cyprus sunning myself in the hottest place I have ever been.  Despite the heat I have even made it out for a couple of day trips and I've also read a couple of great books, almost completed my trawl through Hebrews (incredible), and on Sunday am meeting up with a guy who works out here but has connections (I think he's a patron - something official, at least) of St Silas.

I also got some news the other day regarding the panel I went to a couple of weeks ago and...... I've been recommended for training, which is positive news.  But, as it was only a very brief phone call that informed me of the news, I won't know more about what that means until I'm home, so watch this space...

Anyways, time's running out and I need to get back to the pool side - factor 8, here I come!

the panel: a reflection

Well.

I turned up at Shallowford House mid-afternoon on Monday with a few thoughts as to what I was going to be faced with over the next 48 hours but nothing solid.  It quickly became apparent, however, that the other candidates knew a lot more about what was going on than me and I realised that due to a lack of communication and also a mistake on my part I had managed not to find out certain information!  I was gutted, particularly as one of the things that I found out was that the next morning was 'presentations and group discussions' and I had planned nothing!  I also felt like a complete idiot.  Cue lots of prayer from some dedicated prayer 'warriors' and within two hours the panel secretary had come and spoken to me, assured me that it was not my fault (despite my mistake he felt that the communication I received should have been far better - which wouldn't have allowed for the mistake), and I had managed to prepare a presentation/group discussion and still get down to the bar for a pint before bed!

The presentation/group discussion involved each person in your group (the 15 candidates were placed in two groups, each group had three advisers) giving a five minute talk and then facilitating a 13 minute discussion.  People were stopped if they went over time.  The order was selected by picking a card and (another answer to prayer) I went first.  My talk seemed to go well, the discussion was good, and all three advisers commented (in the interviews with them) that they felt it went well.

On Tuesday afternoon the interviews began.  Each candidate was interviewed by each adviser in their group and the interviews lasted 50 minutes.  I hope that the word 'honesty' would be an appropriate way to sum up my interviews.  I was extremely open about my own beliefs including in my answers to questions regarding the priesthood, lay presidency and baptism.  I hope that I also demonstrated a genuine belief that God is leading (and, indeed, has led) me into a position of leadership within the church.  If they want a 'dyed-in-the-wool' Anglican then that is not me.  But if they want someone who recognises the great potential to harness the great and Godly aspects of tradition with the great and Godly emerging expressions then I think that I may have something to offer.

So, two interviews on Tuesday afternoon and one on Wednesday morning.  In and around this was a 'pastoral exercise' which was a 500 word written letter to a hypothetical friend experiencing an 'issue' (which they gave us, in the form of a case study).  I enjoyed doing it.  There were also a number of times of 'prayer and worship', but - in the most part - I found these to be dry and felt strongly that at a time when I was being asked to show an understanding of the broad styles of 'doing' church within Anglicanism that these times failed to take into account this broadness.

By Wednesday evening I was shattered (combination of adrenaline, train line outside the window, and thin curtains), and so, with a sermon to prepare for Sunday, sought refuge at my parent's home (YKW is still there - she's coming back today) as they were only an hours drive as opposed to five, and I then returned to Glasgow with my Dad (and a sermon!) on Thursday evening.  It will be up to two weeks for the Bishop to hear, then he needs to get in touch with me and so, as we are away on holiday for two weeks from next Wednesday, it might be a while until I hear.

As for what I want to hear...  Of course I hope to be recommended for training.  Yet at the same time I am aware of the fact that I have encountered significant 'issues' throughout the process and am constantly becoming more aware of other 'situations' with which I do not feel comfortable.  In a funny kind of way I wouldn't be surprised with either a 'yes' or a 'no' as I think (and hope) that I displayed and articulated a sense of calling and of gifts and abilities that would make me a good clergy person.  At the same time I also think that I showed that there are areas where I might not quite 'fit' with certain aspects of the tradition (along with a whole load of others within the Anglican church).

Ultimately, however, I feel that God has led me to know him, placed a call on my life to lead in a church context, brought me to Scotland, given me a home in a great church - where I now have the privilege of serving full time - and that, therefore, it was only right to explore whether the wider church (within this denomination) recognised this 'call'.  If they do then the discernment doesn't end there: as I said to a couple of other candidates, "we are having to try and discern about the church as they are trying to discern about us."  If they don't, then it will be hard to hear, but I still believe that God is calling me and I will continue to throw myself into my job which, as I said to a couple of people (including one of the selectors) is my "dream job" at this time.

I am nervous and scared and excited, but also (pretty) peaceful.  And I know a great big God, who turned my life around, who set my feet on solid ground, and who calls each of us to serve him in different and particular ways.  And I believe in the True God: The Father Almighty, and in His Son - Jesus Christ - who, being fully God and fully man, died on the cross for us 'who owe him everything'.  And I believe in the Holy Spirit who gives life and strength and vision for whatever lies ahead, today and always.

whistling

I was just chatting with the vicar of the church where I became a Christian.  He has since 'retired' - i.e. taken on a smaller rural parish - but is still more than happy to be a sounding board, source of advice, and prayer support.  We chatted about some of the things that have gone on in the Anglican 'world' over the past week and what the future might hold.

I have come away whistling the song that goes with these old, but enduringly true, words:

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

star trek theology

One of the things that I have been very fortunate in since I became a Christian is the people that I have had around me; people who have looked out for me and been a source of encouragement, rebuke, advice and friendship.  Today I learnt a new lesson from one of these people and, despite the fact that I am not a Trekkie, the seriousness of the imagery was not lost on me.

There are exciting times ahead, potentially dangerous times too, but with the people I have around me and - in Christ - a source of guidance second to none, I am prayerfully confident of continuing in the truth until the day that I am 'beamed up.'

back to work

We had a fairly relaxing few days away, getting back late last night and being thrown straight back into action this morning.  I was away from the internet for more or less the whole time that we were away (2 minutes to check flight times being the only exception); I suspect that I am becoming slightly over reliant on the www.

I have had a busy day today although it might not have looked like it from the outside.  I spent an enjoyable couple of hours chatting about discipleship with a leader from another church this morning, and then spent several hours in a local coffee shop studying.  The reason for the study being done in those surroundings is simply that I have been finding working out of the flat during the day quite hard.  I think it may be something of an 'Extrovert' thing (or perhaps it's just me being weird) because tonight, with YKW around and working elsewhere in the flat, I have had a very productive time at home.

still hurting

I am still hurting from Saturday's game, to the extent that I think I may go to the gym and do some CV work rather than getting battered again at rugby training tonight.  I remember seeing a film once following the senior England team in which the physio explained that what an international forward goes through can only be equated to a controlled car crash every weekend.  Of course we are nowhere near the level of a full international, but the physicality, especially with the current weather conditions, is incredibly high.

Thankfully the scrapes on my face are beginning to fade now, although they made for some interesting looks in the hospital yesterday.  The hospital visiting continues to challenge me.  It also saddens and encourages me: saddens because some of the people and relatives are hurting so far beyond anything that my body is going through after what seems like a fairly trivial (in comparison) game of rugby; encourages me because amongst the pain and suffering there are genuine stories of hope.  Yesterday afternoon an elderly lady asked me to pray with her.  Then, as I came to leave, the lady in the bed next to her leant over and said; "I prayed with you too."  What a great story; two people, with every right to feel that things are a bit unfair, trusting in Christ and knowing that their hope is in Him.  I left feeling incredibly encouraged.

tricky

Things seem a little tricky at the moment. I am not quite sure why, but they do.  I think that that is part of the reason that I haven't been blogging every day - I haven't wanted to say things in haste which I will regret a few hours/days later.

The past 7 days have proved challenging for a whole host of reasons and have added to my awareness that although subtle or non-direct, the cost of being a disciple of Christ can still be great for those of us in this area (ie. Westerners) at this time.  Different to other peoples experiences, but tough nonetheless.

the next step

Today I am going through to Edinburgh for a meeting with the Provincial Director of Ordinands for the Scottish Episcopal Church.  The last week has thrown up some interesting discussions with various people (all of whom I am incredibly lucky to be able to call friends) as I have thought more about some of the areas of conversation that are likely to arise today.  On Sunday evening I preached at St Silas under the title of 'nailing our colours to the mast' and that idea has been a great encouragement to me also.

I am glad to be going on to this stage of the process; for a number of reasons but especially because it means that the final decision (if I get that far) is that bit closer.  I also feel much more 'ready' than I did when the process got underway (15 months ago) and feel that I have matured a lot over that time.  Perhaps the biggest way in which I see this maturing is that I have come to recognise that whether I am accepted or not does not mean that I am called by God to ministry or not (I think that when I started out on the process there was a large element of me which sought the affirmation that selection would bring,) and also in my recognition that we (YKW and I) are interviewing and learning about the church just as much as they are interviewing and learning about me and us.

It is an exciting time - it is nervous also.  But God has led us this far and by the power of the Holy Spirit we trust that he will continue to open the doors which will allow us best to serve Him in our life.

the next step

I have been meeting with the Diocesan Director of Ordinands every month or two for the last year as part of the selection process for ordained ministry in the Scottish Episcopal Church.  It is a slow moving process but one which I am more and more coming to understand the necessity of, as it gives both the potential ordinand and the church the opportunity to spend time getting to know one another and to discern if this is the way in which God is leading.  The process was also a little delayed by the fact that the next step - meeting with the Bishop - couldn't go ahead until after you had been attending your church for 2 years.  For me this meant waiting until after August this year - again no bad thing with all the wedding preparation, the big day itself, and the honeymoon!

So, I met with the Bishop in September and was given the nod to move onto the next next stage, the Provincial Director of Ordinands.  Since then I have met my DDO again and we have discussed the sort of questions that I will be asked to respond to, tonight we are meeting again.  By and large I enjoy these times and working through the questions that they raise.  But I also look forward to getting on with the next step in the process as we seek to discern where it is that God may be leading us.