The moment has now arrived.
Sooner or later, I knew
this day would come, when I
retire from ministry here at St Aidans.
All manner of,
are clamouring for attention.
From my heart to yours,
we have had a wonder – filled
six and half years together, with
moments of spontaneity, when
laughter echoed around us.
Moments of grief, when
tears flowed, and we found
solace in the embrace of each other.
Along the way,
creativity abounded, as
we experimented with new ways of worship.
Kids N All, remember our
webs of belonging….. and the experience
of many activities, let us not forget
Don’s magic fingers on the organ.
Quiet Service, the prayer candles
lit in silence, with
reflective music from
Grace and Pat.
Café Church, offering
food to share, table conversations
Communion, were all are welcome
at the table,
served by our elders.
Youth and Hymn Services have been
appreciated and encouraging.
Creative endeavour expressed, through
Friday Fun Nights,
Come to Quiet,
Fund Raising Concerts.
What about our journey with Roxy, and
the blessings shared?
The delight of working through teams, with
co-operation, shared leadership, collaboration
producing creativity, with moments
of laughter, decision making and prayer.
We encouraged each other, as we travelled
our common pathway, at an unfamiliar
intersection, we pause.
Standing at the fork, are
pathways heading in different directions.
We look at each in turn, then
to each other, we acknowledge
the beauty, that has,
enriched us along the way.
Perhaps, over food, coffee or wine,
we reminisce, do you remember when….?
We remember fellow travellers, whose
physical presence no longer abides with us,
yet whose unseen presence is ever present,
within the memory banks of our hearts.
Whom do you remember ………………..?
Within my memory banks, I
remember and acknowledge:
Rev Don Glenny and Liz Hansen.
In their own creative ways,
encouragement was offered,
through gentle and wise words.
Their friendship and pastoral care
enriched my life and ministry, now they
remain forever as treasures within my heart.
No one knows what lies around
twists and turns on the journey.
When a minister leaves
to travel a different pathway.
Occasionally, a congregation,
will be tempted to compare,
whoever comes after,
with a previous one.
Alas, this is not helpful for both
the person or the congregation.
You offered me grace and
acceptance, to be myself.
For that I am grateful.
I invite you to do the same,
with those who will arrive
at St Aidans in the months ahead.
So they and you will be
While travelling the pathways of life,
from time to time, the
mists of uncertainty will
swirl around us……..
Be still, don’t be afraid,
may courage enable you to pray,
to open your eyes,
to be compassionate.
To open your hands,
in encouragement and support.
To open your heart,
For all shall be well.
A story I told some years ago, which Liz often told back to me at moments of uncertainty, and I shared at her funeral:
The Israeli violinist Yitzhak Perlman contracted polio at the age of 4.
Ever since, he has had to wear metal braces on his legs and walk with crutches, yet he became one of the great virtuosi of our time.
On one occasion, the story is told, he came out onto the stage at a concert to play a violin concerto. Laying down his crutches, he placed his violin under his chin and began tuning the instrument when with an audible crack, one of the strings broke. The audience were expecting him to send for another string, but instead he signalled the conductor to begin, and he proceeded to play the concerto entirely on three strings. At the end of the performance the audience gave him a standing ovation and called on him to speak. What he said, so the story goes, was this ‘Our task is to make music with what remains.’ That was a comment on more than a broken violin string. It was a comment on his paralysis and on all that is broken in life.
There are times, when
brokenness, pain and grief,
arrive unexpectedly into our communal and individual lives.
No one is immune.
our task is to make music with what remains.
This we have done, now we continue to do so,
along our separate pathways.
Thank you for allowing me to travel with you,
what a wonder-filled journey!!! Which
I will treasure for the remainder of my days.
Meanwhile peace along the journey of our lives