Tagged with Sabbatical

The in-between

The in-between

Liminality. The in-between.  An ambiguous space where what was is gone and what will be is not yet.  The ‘middle stage’ of rituals: the participant’s pre-ritual status or way of structuring their identity is obliterated yet they have not yet transitioned to the status or identity which the ritual will bestow upon them. It began in the emptiness of … Continue reading

Six things

Six things

I had an ambitious sabbatical list.  Only six things on it but they were six BIG things! The thing is, God has more than given me what I asked for.  Not, of course, that it was looking good even three weeks ago!  God is like that with me.  He keeps me waiting, the girl who … Continue reading

Last day of sabbatical

Last day of sabbatical

It’s so long since I have posted that I hardly know what to say.  Words are backed up, piling on top of one another in their eagerness to get out and blocking all flow of thought.  There is so much to tell in a month where I have not even blogged once.  So much to … Continue reading

A sabbatical liturgy

A sabbatical liturgy

I’m past the halfway point with this sabbatical now.  I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, to be honest.  Time runs faster and faster, it seems to me.  Though, bit by bit, I am getting better at this walking slower thing! There’s a part of me which my husband refers to as must-achieve.  Affectionately, … Continue reading

Going to church

Going to church

So yeah, as I was saying, the church… Sunday morning.  New week, new church.* I walk in, trying to look somewhat less like the lost stray that I feel.  I take a service sheet if it’s on offer.  Or I nod and smile at the person on the door.  Sometimes they shake my hand.  But … Continue reading

Ministry on the margins

Ministry on the margins

It’s been educational, this visiting other churches thing. On lots of levels, I guess. To be honest, I can’t work out why anyone would actually go to any of the Sunday services I’ve been to unless they’d fallen irrevocably in love with Jesus and therefore also with his people.  (You get caught up with him, … Continue reading

More profoundly, more brightly…

More profoundly, more brightly…

I wonder if you have any idea of how profoundly, how brightly, you bring Jesus. That was all she said.  Well, actually, all she wrote – since we were still in silence at the time. It touched me so much then and has continued to come back to me since.  I think it is so … Continue reading

More than I can say…

More than I can say…

The silence was beautiful. And not long enough. I was cared for and well-fed and surrounded by some lovely women, most of whom were in the region of three decades my senior, and it was beyond what I could have hoped.  We loved one another through our shared silence in a way that I could … Continue reading

Time for doing nice things

Time for doing nice things

On Friday, I had a beautiful day here… …and having first drunk coffee at Tyndale House, I took advantage of a lifetime of free parking in central Cambridge before going straight to a pub for lunch.  I then went immediately from there to coffee and cake in a stunning church cafe before going to evensong … Continue reading