Greetings from the Manse in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ!
A Story ….
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had a terrible day. She left her lunch at home. She skinned her knee on the playground, and no one wanted to sit with her on the bus. As she sank into her mother’s arms at the end of the day, her mother said,
“Honey, what was the best part of today?” The little girl cried and said, “Nothing! The entire day was terrible. ”So the mother got down on one knee, wiped away her tears and said, “There is always some good. Sometimes we just really have to look for it.” The little girl looked up at her mom and said, “What is good about today?” And the mother said, “For starters, you’re here in my arms.”
Without doubt, we are living in a period of transition and we long to know what awaits us at the end of the journey. It might well be that the Church in Britain will never be the same again but we don’t know what ‘not the same’ means. Having attended a couple of services over the last few weeks – masked, with no hand-shaking but multiple opportunities to sanitize, and conscious of the many who could not be there or who reluctantly chose not to be there – I’ve been left with a sense of the impermanence of the current arrangements, writes the Secretary of Conference for the Methodist Church, the Revd. Dr. Jonathan Hustler. We do not want to live or to worship like this for long. Yet perhaps the peculiar nature of the current arrangements makes us more conscious of the guiding light – we in our inhibited way affirm that we are still God’s people and that God has not finished with us yet and anytime.
So, whether we gather together to worship God in our buildings or online, we are held in God’s arms. May we continue to recognize that gift, and in doing so, may we sow joy, love, patience, justice and peace.
May the real peace of Christ continue to bless and keep you.
Abe, your minister!