I have observed elderly people hanging onto the family home too long. It’s easy to understand why – it is a place of memories, a place of stories and a place of identity. Life has been celebrated there – all the ups and downs, all the comings and goings, all the laughter and the shouting, the sparkle and the tears, the loving and the sighs too deep for words. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about posture. My posture. The Church’s posture. I hear the call of Jesus to live humbly, graciously, thankfully, servant-like – no more than servant-like – as servants. I am trying to attend to my posture.
I don’t think anyone owes me anything. I am not entitled to anything. This isn’t about me – life, the day dawning, my ministry, even my salvation. This is all gift. No one owes me a living – not society, not the Church, not God. The Church does not exist to support me as a minister (sometimes I see behaviours that suggest otherwise). For goodness sake, if one day I need to go and get a job that provides me with an income so that I can minister in the Church, that’s fine! Continue reading