Fresh starts

It’s a strange year to be going back to college. God willing, this is the last time I’ll be experiencing every feast day, every Sunday of the year as a lay man. If it all goes to plan, I’m going to be made Deacon in 2018.

A few major things have happened since I last wrote, not least of which is meeting potential training incumbents and being lucky enough to be offered a title post. It’s suddenly become extremely real. I was so delighted to see many friends be made Deacon or ordained Priest this summer and it’s rather a large jump in my head to think that it’s going to be my turn next.

A friend recently asked how I managed to put all of this into perspective. I had to assure her that I really wasn’t doing so, but that prayer had become such an overwhelming part of who I was that I hadn’t felt alone for as long as I could remember.

What we do every day is walk with God, and to try to walk closer to him, planting our footsteps in his own. Scripture is full of occasions where Jesus prayed to the Father. What better example for us all?

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Placements

Well the summer is nearly over, and placement time with it. I had such an amazing time in a parish setting I’d never really experienced before. And it’s actually given me a huge perspective on what the parish priest does – and indeed what he does not do.

It’s a rare thing to see a community like the one I experienced, but everybody did their best to pull together. And church was such an important part of that. There was a regular daily mass attendance and the parish conducted many trips together. Most importantly, there was a real mix of ages in the congregation on a Sunday.

It brought home where parish ministry is going though. The congregation, though mixed, was not filled with young people. We have so much work to do.

It’s been good to hear about my fellow students’ experiences too. The church is lucky to have some fine ordinands coming through. Pray God it continues.

Lent

Keeping discipline in Lent is supposedly something we might feel good about. How rewarding is it to know that you can train yourself to not have a pint, or to not eat chocolate? Or conversely, when taking something on, to go to an extra mass a week? Aren’t we gaining good points in the eyes of God? Look at how virtuous we are!

Yet this misses the point. Lenten discipline shouldn’t be about self-satisfaction, but about walking more closely with Christ. “Christ the Lord was tempted and suffered for us.” Is it not better to think about the suffering we see around us every day? When Christ walked the earth, he spent time with those in need. Whilst we might not always be able to do that, shouldn’t a reminder at this time about the inability of some people to have what we have prick at our consciences?

To my shame, I get annoyed with people who talk through their disciplines and say “I can’t wait for Easter Day.” It’s a focus too much on the self and misses the reasoning behind fasting and abstinence. The Son of God fasted 40 days and only then began his great work. For us, should our thoughts more readily turn towards the work we can do for the outcast and dispossessed during this period?

Christmas

Being back at home after a busy first term is a strange thing.  Having been surrounded by the madness of a lot of people pulling in the same direction, one gets a reminder of what life is like when you’re outside the college door.

You find yourself talking a lot less about God, and a lot more about yourself. Everyone wants to know how you’re settling in, what the food’s like, have you made any friends.

It’s nice to be able to give positive answers to all of those questions.

A good friend of mine said she could already see a change in how I was behaving. She described me as being much more calm than she’d ever known me. I’m not so sure I’ve changed as much as she claims, but it’s nice to see some changes being picked up on.

Christmas is always a busy time for Christians, but it feels as though a little has been added to me this year. It’s not that I’ve done more in church than normal, but rather that I’ve been seemingly more aware of what’s going on. Writing that down doesn’t do the feeling justice.

But it’s been lovely to be with family and to leave the books behind for a brief moment. I’m sure that next term will be a busy one.

Theological College Beginnings

Arriving at a new home is always a stressful time. There’s always so much to do and fears nag at you. What will my neighbours think of me? Will I feel happy? How will I do in my new role?

And when that move is to a place meant to form you for ministry in the church of God, those fears multiply exponentially.

Therefore, it was with more than a little trepidation that I faced up to moving to theological college. So much to cope with – study, prayer, changing sleep patterns. And all the while surrounded by people like you who are training for the same thing, but who come from so many different backgrounds.

How refreshing it has been to have the support of that community.

One of the joyous things about being here is that everyone’s willing to answer a question if they can. And so many different stories exist about how people got here. In many respects it is wonderful.

Having said that, it’s not all gone completely swimmingly. But everyone mucks in and gets their hands dirty as necessary. There’s a lack of sloth among the whole group and I feel privileged to be here amongst such dedicated man and women.

Meeting others

One of the great joys of preparing for theological college has been the chance to meet others who’ve recently been recommended for training. It’s struck me as a great reminder that God calls all types, and that there is no one model for those who serve him in the church.

But one still notices certain traits that go through everyone who is called. A life centred on prayer. A willingness to listen. A genuine love of God. And a wish to transmit these things to other people.

It’s another humbling reminder of the awesome task facing a priest. The care and cure of souls…it sounds pretty heavy when you read it like that. But that is no more or less than what we are called to do.

Pray God for the strength to carry on and serve his people.

Reading through the summer

It’s been an interesting few weeks.

Not long ago I received a letter with some suggested reading to do before arriving at theological college. It’s a varied list, with books concentrating on the bible, some on an understanding of the world in which Jesus Christ lived, and some on the history of the early church. I’ve also had a new bible with commentary underneath the various passages to help understand what’s been written or shape the context in which the author was writing. Most of the literature I’m reading is making me look at faith from a different viewpoint, and consider things I hadn’t beforehand. It’s proving immensely stimulating. But there’s a lot of reading to do – and I’m sure there’s going to be more soon.

I’ve also been measured up for a cassock. It’s strange really; I’ve worn many, but never had to be measured for one. It’s all starting to get very real.

So suddenly the threads of one life are starting to look very distant and a new one is rapidly approaching.