We reopened for prayer today at 12 noon. It was good to be able to do that. We'll be open every weekday between 12 and 2, and also on Wednesdays to receive donations for homeless people and the Foodbank between 2 and 5.
The next Rule of Life evening will be this Thursday at 6pm. As Lisa said in her email on Friday, breath has featured in our sermons on the last three Sundays. We'd like to continue thinking about breath and to reflect more deeply on what helps us to breathe - and also what gets in the way of that. We do hope that you can join us next Thursday, June 18th at 6:00pm for some meditation, reflection and discussion around that.We will, of course, meet on Zoom. The link is here.
The session will last for around an hour and 15 minutes. Please do join us if you are able.
On Sunday 21st June we have a guest preacher at both services - Wally Pisarski, Tatiana's dad. He will speaking to us from Augsburg in Germany. A welcome European connection!
Also, on Sunday 21st June, the Hospitality Committee warmly encourages you to bring a picnic to the churchyard after church - arrive between 12.30 and 1 - and we will gather in groups of six, socially distanced, to greet one another and share physical instead of virtual space.
On a similar theme, Mark is organising a Quiz Night on Wednesday 24th June at 6.30 pm. We will use Kahoot, an online quiz app which is lots of fun and very easy to use. More details to follow.
Here's a good initiative: Lost Stock. As you may have heard, factories in Pakistan and Bangladesh and elsewhere have been left with thousands of articles of clothing made for the spring market. You can buy a Lost Stock box and will receive at least three articles of clothing... selected especially for you ... saving the brand new, unworn clothes from going to landfill or being wasted. I look forward to seeing the sartorial elegance in church, before too long!
Finally, Ellie Burkett (Liz Clarson's sister) has sent me this poem, by R.S.Thomas. It feels absolutely right for now.
ThresholdBY R. S. THOMAS
I emerge from the mind's cave
into the worse darkness outside,
where things pass and
the Lord is in none of them.
I have heard the still, small voice
and it was that of the bacteria
demolishing my cosmos. I
have lingered too long on
this threshold, but where can I go?
To look back is to lose the soul
I was leading upwards towards
the light. To look forward? Ah,
what balance is needed at
the edges of such an abyss.
I am alone on the surface
of a turning planet. What
to do but, like Michelangelo's
Adam, put my hand
out into unknown space,
hoping for the reciprocating touch?
With my love and prayers for a good week amidst all this insecurity,