Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Going back to the beginning...

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As I begin my sabbatical I just finalised arrangements to visit to the Franciscan Friary where I volunteered one day a week whilst serving with Time for God back in 1990-91! I've had a delightful chat with the vicar of the local church, St Philip & St James in Plaistow East London, who enjoy a close relationship with the friary, and she has invited me to go along with her to the Friary to attend the Friday communion service there. This is a service attended by both the brothers and the rest of the community and is followed by a cuppa and a welcome to lunch.

It feels really good to be going back to visit and I'm looking forward to sharing in worship and fellowship with the brothers. I'll also have an opportunity to catch up with one of the brothers, Brother Julian, who was there in when I was a volunteer and is still a part of the community today!

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

The post arrived!

An envelope just landed on the manse doormat and as soon as I looked at it I knew what would be inside (the address rather gave it away) - it's my official pilgrim passport! 



The accompanying letter says that this document "distinguishes the true pilgrim from any other traveller" so this has made everything suddenly feel very real indeed! I'm going to be an actual pilgrim walking a pilgrimage, finally fulfilling the words of my old school hymn:

He who would valiant be ’gainst all disaster,
let him in constancy follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement shall make him once relent
his first avowed intent to be a pilgrim.

Who so beset him round with dismal stories
do but themselves confound - his strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might; though he with giants fight,
he will make good his right to be a pilgrim.

Since, Lord, thou dost defend us with thy Spirit,
we know we at the end, shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away! I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labour night and day to be a pilgrim.

Text: P. Dearmer 1867-1936
Music: Trad. melody Monks Gate

I know that in becoming a Christian and choosing to follow God I've been a pilgrim most of my life, but I don't think I ever thought, as I belted this out with a fair degree of enthusiasm, that one day I would be going on an actual pilgrimage! Though I do have to be honest - most of the time I sang it I did try and get away with singing as loudly as possible: "To be a penguin" 🐧 rather than the intended words 😂 

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Following in the footsteps of St Francis

Well - this is exciting...I've just sent the booking form for my walk to the travel company. My plan is to walk from Assisi in Italy down to Rome, following in the footsteps of St Francis. And I've also applied for my Pilgrim Passport - looking forward to that arriving in the post in a little while. I'll be using this to collect stamps along the route and this will allow me to collect my "testimonium peregrinationis" which is a certificate that verifies the completion of a pilgrimage to Rome. 

Now, you might be asking why am I following in the footsteps of St Francis? Well, a few years ago now instead of going to university after I'd finished my A-levels I did a year of voluntary service with an organisation called Time for God. Part of my placement was as a nursery worker linked to Memorial Baptist Church in Plaistow, but I also worked one day at week at the local Franciscan Friary where the Friars run a charity called 'Helping Hands'.  Whenever I was there, at lunchtime we'd make our way down the garden to a porta cabin which was their chapel space. We sat on the simple wooden benches around the edges of the room and the worship I experienced there was profound and beautiful and so special that the memory of it has remained with me throughout my life.

So as I began to think about what shape this sabbatical would take for me I wanted to go ensure that the Franciscan spirituality that has shaped my faith life since those days was recognised. And so that is why I will be walking in the footsteps of St Francis from Assisi to Rome. 

It's also interesting to note that St Francis thought of himself as a troubadour or fool which links rather well with the date of my baptism - 1st April 1990 and my very appropriate Baptismal Bible verse - 1 Corinthians 4:10:

We are fools for Christ

I've always said I've been trying to live up to this verse ever since!

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Walking...

So - the first day of 2025 - the year of my sabbatical and the theme for this, when it starts in three months time, will be 'walking...' 

Over the past few months I've been drawn back over and over again to some verses from Matthew 11:28-30 - taken from the Message version:

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

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It's this sense of walking with God that He has drawn my attention to and my focus of my three months will be retracing my footsteps to connect with the places and people who have been significant on my journey of faith and ministry so far and taking time to be with God and seeking His heart and guidance for what He would have me do in the future. 

The thing is, I've journeyed with God my whole life. I was brought up in a family of faith with God and church life at the centre of our lives. The church I attended in South East London was where my family had worshipped for years - firstly my maternal grandparents, then my aunts and uncles and parents and then myself and eventually my own children. 

I will begin my sabbatical on 1st April - maybe a funny date for some, but it will be the 35th anniversary of my baptism so the date seemed very fitting.

So my "walking" will begin with a journey back to my childhood church - Blackheath and Charlton Baptist - following in my own footsteps. I'll visit the folk there and worship with them and spend some time at the church that was so significant to me growing up. It was here I went to Sunday school, being taught at least for part of the time by my aunt. It was here I attended Girls Brigade and was a part of the youth group. It was here I sang my first ever solo at the age of 7 singing the 'Cat and Mouse carol' accompanied by my father on the piano. Here that I eventually taught Sunday School myself, and helped in the creche, and became the leader of a youth group. It was here I learnt and grew, where I worshipped and prayed and sang and served. And it was here that I entered the waters of baptism - committing my life to a life of following God. This place was my spiritual home, and still is if you like. The place where my faith was kindled and the place in which I heard the call from God to go and explore a call to ministry. So for all that and more I shall remain ever grateful.

But this church, this very special place will be for me an opportunity to also remember my parents. I don't have a gravestone to visit, nor a place where their ashes are scattered (this just wasn't a thing for our family), but this church - this is where I shall remember them. I shall remember them and be thankful - so very thankful for the way they shared their faith with me as I grew. Thankful for their love and support rooted in their own faith. Thankful for all the years that we shared together in that place and for all that God brought to birth in our lives, individually and together.

So this is how my sabbatical will begin. I'll be walking in other places of significance and walking with people who have been important along the journey, but I'll share more about that another time.