Rev Sian Yates writes:

I write to inform you that John Wallis, a Reader in the Penlee Cluster, died last night after a number of years of living with an aggressive cancer.

He has served the church and this diocese faithfully over many years both as a Reader and a Head teacher. Many years ago he also helped with writing the RE syllabus for the country and he brought great insights and sense of fun, along with an unswerving faith.

He was just so humbled last week when bishop Graham said that he would visit him and pray with him on Thursday when he came to Newlyn for a confirmation….real tears of joy. Bishop Graham was the person who confirmed him many years ago.  Of course, he has not died before this was able to happen

So after prayers and Last Rites yesterday morning, and with his music grouo singing their hearts out and making a recording for John as the parish mass, John took his next steps towards his death, bravely, humbly and full of confidence. One of the pastoral team who is a nurse sat with them throughout the night until his death . 

John’s phrase of “‘Tis what it is my ‘ansome” summed up his philosophical approach to illness and life in general summoning up energy for his daily sketches and posts on Facebook and early in his journey with  cancer he even took on being deanery Reader Steward and attempted to promote meetings, a quiet day and prayer. He was a little disheartened that the response was less than he hoped but then not everyone had John’s passion! 

Rest in Peace John and Rise in Glory! 

As Chaplain to Readers I very much appreciated John’s wisdom and wit. He had the special talent of being able to sidetrack any discussion that was floundering and to insert a pithy comment that would temper a more extreme view.  I knew John  for many years, our paths in teaching crossing fairly frequently  – usually on courses but I got to know him much more in retirement in his last years as a driving force in the church and in his dedication to reader ministry. He was vociferous about the fact that when he had asked the bishop about being a reader, the (then) bishop had suggested ordination and John turned it down flat!  

Stroy Telling in Pennoweth primary school 

Every year since I retired from teaching I have given the teachers at Pennoweth an afternoon of story telling and music in the summer term so the children get something different and the teachers get some time for reports or the million and one other things they need to do when not actually teaching.

I find it really annoying when i see the posts in social media about children needing to be taught manners or about worsening behaviour because over the years the evidence has been to the contrary and this year has proved no exception. the children have all been a delight and make an excellent audience able to listen and participate with enthusiasm. what a fab job their teachers do! 

the Nature of Retirement

I have always believed the retirement is work without the benefit of a pay cheque – or these days a monetary payment into one’s account, and, that the drawback of retirement, apart from increasing decrepitude, is not getting a day off! 

However, having retired from teaching in 2009, I would far rather be useful and busy than be slowly assimilated into an armchair before the wonders of daytime TV- even if the cricket is on. 

in the last week, we have had the delights of the annual Arts Festival at St Andrews in Redruth- organised as always by my lovely wife who, despite rattling like a maraca with pills to stave off heart failure attacks these things with huge enthusiasm and drags everyone else along with her.  My jobs have included collecting our grandson from school, running a clay workshop making grotesques, running a story making workshop for 10 year olds and driving back and forth as requested. 

 

Quiet Day at Epiphany house – Friday 28th July.

 

 Storytelling and Building Everyday Faith – Epiphany House

 i am leading a quiet day on Friday 28th of July to which anyone is welcome….. but booking is essential through Epiphany House.  

Please book a.s.a.p. the last one was cancelled and several people were disappointed because they had  not got round to booking. 

Cost £25.00 to include all hot drinks & a light lunch, for all information and to book a place please contact bookings@epiphanyhouse.co.uk or call on Tel. 01872 857953.

Transition and other Business

With our rector (and rural dean)  leaving us for a new challenge across the border in England we are about to go into transition and so i am thoroughly involved in trying to coordinate, collate, collect and otherwise communicate between the congregations of five churches.  What we will come up with for our parish profiles and person specifications remain to be seen but my own list of attributes would include:

  • A prayerful listener who is…..
  • used to running / working with teams who…
  • knows their own limitations and can delegate appropriately
  • Someone who has a heart for equality and diversity who will encourage and develop the vocations of all involved in our churches at whatever level.
  • Someone prepared to take a risk and to encourage others to push the boundaries. 

What would your list be?

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Assistant Chaplains

I am delighted that we are in the process of recruiting some Assistant chaplains who will be on post once we find time to do due diligence to Safer Recruiting which is an imperative in these days of Safeguarding. More news soon.

Discernment

Yesterday I spent most of the day at Church House in Threemilestone with the panel and two dedicated and selfless people who had put themselves forward to train as Readers. 

They had been asked to prepare two tasks  including chairing a group discussion on a passage they found tricky and telling a story to illustrated a Bible reading for an inter-generational service. Between tasks they met the warden’s group whilst balancing coffee and cake as they spoke and in the afternoon they had lengthy conversations / interviews with the selection panel. 

Over the years that I have been involved in the discernment for new Readers the process has become much more rigorous and the demands of training every higher. I trained with a colleague in the Redruth Team with a Tutor based in a nearby parish, the Rev David Stephens who set and marked our essays. I remember going to a few lectures in Truro with Canon Peter Boyd and doing a placement of sorts in another setting, the local Methodist circuit.  I managed to complete the course and be licensed back in 1988 while working full time as a Primary School deputy head teacher and with a young family.  I really doubt whether anyone in their thirties with a full time job and young family could train these days. I certainly could not although the study part was relatively easy following on the back of a Masters dissertation and an NPQH!

These days training with the ordinands is a wonderful opportunity especially when we rely on teams to run our multi-church clusters and benefices. 

these days all the trainees have to attend 7 weekend sessions at MARJON in Plymouth and 14 reflective practice groups in Turo. Before that they must complete the Foundations in Christian Ministry Course ad afterwards complete the rigours of the very practical post Licensing year.  Only after all that is done will a full three year license be granted.

It would be good to record here any thoughts you have about your own path to Licensed Lay Ministry and any thoughts you have about how training might be done differently for today’s needs. 

i have signed up for some training myself with the next Sens Kernewek Course which i am thoroughly looking forward to having heard excellent feedback from other Readers who have attended. 

 

Visitors

For the last three weeks we have had a friend to stay and as a result the Garden has been transformed and many tasks that I have had on my To-do list for the past several years have been completed.  ( I will post some pictures at the bottom later) 

Having a visitor, especially a really helpful visitor, is great but it changes all routines and as I get older I value my times of solitary meanderings more and more.  Those times of prayer are time to mull over sermon thoughts, to pray for those in particular need and for others more generally and when that time goes there is certainly  a sense of something missing. 

There is however ‘no rest for the wicked’, as my mother used to say. This week we have readers in Conversation tomorrow morning and safeguarding training in the afternoon supporting the new leadership course.  Tuesday morning is our weekly ministry team meeting where thankfully we will be discussing the readings I am preaching about next Sunday!  Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons are story telling in a local primary school and Thursday I am off to see my Spiritual director.  Everyone should have a spiritual Director!   



Life is somewhat hectic at the moment and the last couple of weeks especially busy with the Bishop’s study day in Wadebridge and Reader Day in St Petroc’s with story telling afternoons in school in between – not to mention the second session of the new safeguarding leadership course which we leaders are getting our heads around.

The  All New Safeguarding leadership Course

The new course is markedly different to the old leadership course although still delivered on ZOOM. The training team have adopted it before any other diocese because we don’t want people to have to repeat the old course…. And because it means we can feed our experiences back to the national team who write the courses. We have already changed quite a lot of the language in the document which might cause confusion and irritable complaints! So if you are approaching the end of your three years since your last leadership course do book onto a new one and give the team some feedback to help shape the course for others.  It is all too easy to complain about courses and it takes a bit more effort to approach them positively with the aim of helping to make them really fit for purpose.

Book Safeguarding Leadership Training

Incidentally, if you need sample risk assessments for your church activities to get you started, Newcastle Diocese have a great resource here: Safeguarding Templates and Resources – Newcastle Diocese (anglican.org)

Back to being busy…. And some thoughts about the two study days.

I am not complaining about any of it however! It was wonderful to see a lot of colleagues at the two study days although with only about a quarter of the Readers at Bodmin on Saturday it did mean that many missed a thought-provoking and inspiring day.

Links to documents of which you should be aware:

The days were closely linked in many ways with 

The Diocesan Plan for Change and renewal being the common thread. Click the title to open the

32-page plan from the Diocesan website. Before you get too deep into the technical detail of the plan it is probably wise to go the 

The Saints Way Page which describes the Diocesan vision behind the plan. Simon Robinson, the interim Dean at the Cathedral spoke about his journey on the saints way to begin the day. His is an interesting story and much of what he said resonated with others, especially with those of us who spent a lifetime in schools.

The Saint’s Way document is here.

 

On Tuesday afternoon Professor David Ford joined us by Zoom from Germany to talk about his latest book, A Theological Commentary on the gospel of John.  it was a twenty year labour of love and he spoke with huge passion and enthusiasm about John being  a Gospel of abundant truth, life, and love. There is a brief biography of David at the bottom of this post. 

You can find the book here in various formats and various prices at Amazon 

 

Much as the worship was uplifting at the Bishops study day, the speakers thought-provoking and the food tasty, the best part of the day for me was catching up with a lot of folks I knew and making some new contacts! The bonus was being given a lift up and back from our Rector who is sadly leaving us in the Summer and having a good chat about all things benefice of Redruth.

As with many other places going into a period of transition or reorganisation it set me pondering on the tasks ahead, both in the sort and longer terms and how they would fit in with what we heard across the two days. 

  • Do we need to be better equipped?
  • What training / education do we need?
  • What does the Benefice and Diocese actually need of us and
  • have we the capacity to fill that need? 

 

Reader Day took a vast amount of preparation and we should be particularly grateful to Claire as our events administrator who managed it so admirably. It was a shame that less than a third of our number were there to take part in the workshops and listen to the speakers.

 

I attended two of the workshops, one on Sens Kernewek of which I need to find out more but have only heard good things from reader colleagues who have done it and Inter-generational Church with archdeacon Kelly. 

 

The line that stood out for me in the latter was that it was not ‘All age Worship’ which immediately piqued my interest and made me want to investigate much further than the time for a short workshop would allow. I will do another blog on All Age Worship and Family services in order to do that subject justice and to give me some thinking time. 

 

My main task at the Bishops’ study day was as chaplain, and even had a reserved seat near the door, but on Saturday it was to interview some willing readers about being community theologians. my thanks to Martin Smith. Kathryn Hill, Claire Charlton and Robin West for stepping up and speaking with such commitment.

 

Perhaps next year we can put Reader day in a less busy week so the poor folk who had chapter meetings, village events and other meetings can attend. 

 

Since the Session on Sens Kernewek I have applied to do the course – but I will save my thoughts on that for another blog post.

 

 

 

 

Together with Certain Women….

 

Just like a number of other readers / LLMs, I really enjoy the chance to take the service and preach in our local Methodist Circuit.  Last week I was in Troon for the first time since the pandemic and what a joyful bunch of folk they were although my choices of ‘All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name’ and ‘Jesus shall Reign we’re the Sun’  (because they were good singable tunes) backfired when they had different Methodist tunes  with extra twiddly bits that had me lost. 🙂 

It is a joy to have a little extra time to explore the readings and to set the challenge for the coming week and it is especially uplifting when, as at Troon, there are half a dozen folk who want to tell you things or ask about the sermon.

In these services I like to comment briefly on each reading as it is read, perhaps pointing out something that I will refer back to in the sermon. One of my throwaway remarks was after reading about the list of folks gathered to watch the drawing of lots to select the Judas replacement disciple. I noted the seeming dismissive way that women were almost begrudgingly included in the group. At the crucifixion – there is a similar phrase “there were also women…”  After the service on lady told me that her father and grandfather had been local preachers and when her grandfather died there had been a gathering of the great and good at a large funeral which was reported in the local press. The names of all the male dignitaries were mentioned and at the end was the line “and also there were women.” I make no further comment…… for the time being. 😊

 

Reader Joy Gunter is my conscience when it comes to prayer lists, often nudging me to send out a new one. I mentioned this at the Warden’s Meeting today and there was a reminder that all readers are included in the  Diocesan prayer list

 https://trurodiocese.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/DoT-Prayer-Diary-April-to-Jun-2023.pdf

 

In your prayers at the moment please include John and Sue, Christine, Becca, Garth, and Nigel. If you know of folk who need to be on our list or want to be included in mine and Joy’s prayers please do let me know!

 

 

Professor David F. Ford OBE is Regius Professor of Divinity Emeritus in the University of Cambridge and a Fellow of Selwyn College. He was born in Dublin, read Classics at Trinity College Dublin, and then Theology and Religious Studies in Cambridge, Yale, and Tübingen. Prior to taking up his post in Cambridge he taught in the University of Birmingham (1976-1991), where he lived in the inner city and engaged in local church and community life and in urban theology.

Alongside continuing work on Christian theology and on inter-faith relations, Professor Ford’s current research includes work on the Gospel of John; glorification; theology, modernity and the arts; Scriptural Reasoning; contemporary worldviews; and education in schools and universities. 

Professor Ford has published numerous books in theology, including The Modern Theologians (3rd Edition edited with Rachel Muers,) Blackwell, 2005); Christian Wisdom: Desiring God and Learning in Love (Cambridge University Press, 2007); Self and Salvation: Being Transformed (Cambridge University Press 1999). His latest work is a commentary on John’s gospel.

Professor Ford was founding Director of the Cambridge Inter-faith Programme (2002-2015) and a co-founder of the inter-faith practice of Scriptural Reasoning. He was awarded the Sternberg Foundation Gold Medal for Inter-Faith Relations in 2008, the Coventry International Prize for Peace and Reconciliation in 2012 and an OBE for services to theological scholarship and inter-faith relations, in 2013. Professor Ford chaired the Theological Reference Group for a Church of England initiative launched in 2016, the Foundation for Educational Leadership, and is a trustee of the National Society, the Church of England organisation responsible for over a million pupils in state-funded church-related schools. He co-chairs the Rose Castle Foundation, a centre for reconciliation, inter-faith engagement, religious literacy, and conservation, the UK hub for Scriptural Reasoning, and chairs Faith in Leadership, which offers leadership training to emerging and established leaders from several religious traditions.

 

Professor Ford is a Lay Canon of Birmingham Cathedral and is married to Revd Deborah Ford who is an Anglican priest.

 

Reader Day 2023                          Saturday 13th May

 St Petroc’s Church, Priory Road, Bodmin, PL31 2DP. 

Parking is available at the Priory Park car park, with a short walk across the park.  Disabled access is available directly through the level access door and by assistance at the south door.

 ‘Readers in The Field’

The Harvest Is Plentiful; The Labourers Few

35 And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. 36 When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. 37 Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few; 38 therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out labourers into his harvest.”  [Mt 9 35-38]

 Aims:

  • To worship our Lord together
  • To encourage Readers to feel valued
  • To think together about the calling of Readers as ‘Community Theologians…’
  • To update Readers on Next steps on the way, including Deanery plans and the Diocesan plan
  • To consider, individually and as a community of Readers, our part in the changes taking place

Timetable

 9.30am     Refreshments

please sign for workshops

 10am           Welcome

10.10am      Opening Worship

10.30am      Bishop Hugh

On the Way, the Deanery plans and the Diocesan plan;

with a time for questions and answers

11.15am      Refreshments

please sign for workshops

 11.40am      Dr John Ievins & Jim Seth

An introduction to the phrase, ‘Community theologians who preach, teach and enable everyday faith’

*        with details of forthcoming training sessions on the three elements: Community theologians; preach, teach and enable; everyday faith

*        and thoughts from some Readers on what the phrase,

‘Community Theologian’ means to them

12.30pm    Lunch [please bring your own] refreshments & chat

please sign for workshops

1.30pm Afternoon workshops.

 2 workshops of 40 mins each             1.30pm  //  2.20pm

 Local Ministry & Sens Kernewek – Bishop Hugh

This session will look at how we are developing Oversight and Local ministry in the diocese, including the content of the Sens Kernewek (Cornish Saints) course and how it equips people to lead a local church.

  • Creation Care & Net Zero – Rev Ben Lillie

A faithful response to our inherently green gospel of justice: Revd Ben Lillie diocesan environment officer.

The global response to climate crisis is one of the most important headlines on the agenda of young people.  How do we as the Church respond with hope, joy and compassion?  During this session we will reflect on scripture and walk through practical paths to action, whilst engaging in our diocesan environment strategy to Cherish Creation, Cut Carbon, Speak Up.

  • Serving Our Communities – Rev Haley Preston

Chaplaincy and Ministry within the Care Sector.

This workshop will be a fun and interactive session looking at the diverse needs of those who live and work within residential care communities, and how we can begin to understand and meet those needs through presence, creativity, worship and pastoral care.

  Intergenerational Church – Archdeacon Kelly

Offering some biblical background, this workshop will invite people to consider what we mean by intergenerational church, and then explore some things we may want to consider in becoming more intergenerational in our approach; how we can work towards growing churches in which everyone (regardless of age) can belong, find and express faith, and grow in gifts and service?  This whistle-stop introduction aims to whet the appetite!

  • International Links – David Fieldsend

One of the five priorities of the diocesan strategy ‘The Saints’ Way’ is: “A church that rejoices in strong, warm and mutually encouraging international links.” This workshop will explain the work of the diocesan international links committee and present existing international links at both diocesan and parish level and information as to how to develop and sustain such links.  Also, a chance for Readers already involved in international links to share their experience.

 2.50pm        We come together

how do we now see the future?

3.15pm        Closing Worship

3.30pm        Finish

On Saturday I took my second funeral of the week…. the first was for an elderly chap from a lovely friendly family that I met for the first time. The second funeral was a complete contrast. Anna, who died aged 47 had asked me to do her funeral and I helped her to plan it a year ago. I knew her from my days of teaching in Primary School because she had been in my class for thre years running from the aged of 9 to 11. I taught her friends and I taught her brother Adam – I wanted, more than ever, to make sure this one was right!

The funeral was at St Andrews, where I am at church most often which was helpful because I have keys, know where everything is and we have a projector and screen which meant I could do a slide show with collected images.  Anna had sent me a collection… but I also had an archive of ones taken at school camps, school disco and in the classroom so that meant trawling through and reliving old memories…. 

Anna had wanted the funeral to be an informal celebration and had asked for a song from school camps, “Little Eyes” so my ancient EKO 12 string guitar was bought back into service and a mass sing-a-long of 250 voices raised the spirits and made what might have been a mournful occasion, a joyous one.  We arranged that there would be a direct cremation because there were no appropriate Saturday cremation slots and so that the family, rather than being whisked away, could stay with the rest of the congregation for tea and pasties in the church. 

We thought there might be 150 people there but it was over 250 with fiends, neigbours, old school friends and work colleagues. With mothering Sunday, the day after the funeral the church was decorated with hundreds of daffodils donated by a friend of Anna’s. A full church, brightly decorated, everything in place…. all I had to do was lead it. 

 

Anna had been a clinical physicist – with responsibility for the radiography equipment in the Treliske Sunrise Centre so when I read about that and briefly thought of the number of folk I know, including my wife Lez, who had benefited there was a moment when I had to take a pause and hold emotion in check.  The other moment was when reading about the time in my classroom and the friends I had mention, four of whom had come to the funeral- it was so touching that they had kept contact over three decades! 

It was a long, long day with setting up and rehearsing in the morning, with Anna’s youngest son carrying the cross in procession, then the service with the longest reading of Eulogies I had ever done and finally the tea pasties and chatter afterwards. I was shattered by 5 o’clock but it was worth the effort.  Our organist, Lynne, received much praise too choosing lively arrangements of the two hymns and playing them on the piano and then using the organ to play her own arrangement of You’ve got a friend in me mixed with Lord of the dance as I did the committal with close family at the hearse…. the words being heard over the wireless microphone by all in church across the music. 

Below I have put the text of all the eulogies and my very short address…..  there will never be another funeral like this one…. for me leading at  any rate! Although I would take another funeral for an ex pupil if asked, after all it is a huge privilege to be able to serve them so many years later and to be thought of as the person to give them the ending they wanted. 

Rest in peace anna, and Rise in Glory – I shall be praying for the family 

Poem: Remember Me  (chosen by Anna)

By Anthony Dowson
Speak of me as you have always done.
Remember the good times, laughter, and fun.
Share the happy memories we’ve made.
Do not let them wither or fade.
I’ll be with you in the summer’s sun
And when the winter’s chill has come.
I’ll be the voice that whispers in the breeze.
I’m peaceful now, put your mind at ease.
I’ve rested my eyes and gone to sleep,
But memories we’ve shared are yours to keep.
Sometimes our final days may be a test,
But remember me when I was at my best.
Although things may not be the same,
Don’t be afraid to use my name.
Let your sorrow last for just a while.
Comfort each other and try to smile.
I’ve lived a life filled with joy and fun.
Live on now, make me proud of what you’ll become
 

Eulogy /

 

Adam’s memories from her teenage years – recorded by Sonya

 In 1986, Anna left Stithians Primary School and started at Redruth School. Anna was a first-class student; she always worked hard, and spent much of her time at home studying to ensure that she got the GCSE grades needed to progress onto Redruth Sixth Form where she studied her A levels.

 Anna enjoyed heading off abroad to Yugoslavia and France with her parents and Adam in their red Ford Sierra which would be packed to the brim, with everything apart from the kitchen sink!

 Dad even made a wooden roof top box to ensure that all the essentials were packed. Whilst on holiday there were, of course, trips to the vineyards, however most of Anna’s time was either spent in the water or reading.  On the journey home that top box was the perfect place to sneak a few bottles of red!  Anna loved books and even when she was unwell she spent a great deal of time listening to audio books, with James Herriot being one of her favourites.

 Anna had always had an interest in sport, both in and out of school. At school Anna she was in the tennis team and represented the school on several occasions. At home Anna’s love for water sports increased. Anna, and her family would often spend many hours at Stithians Lake learning to sail the Topper.

 Anna loved spending time with her friends at the lake; she would spend many hours playing on the edge of lake, going on the banana boat or simply hanging out with friends and having fun! These were special times for Anna and she would often talk about the good times that had been spent there. 

A few words about Anna from her work colleagues

Anna started working as a Clinical Scientist in the Sunrise Centre in 2005 and was a highly valued and respected member of the team.

As part of her role Anna carried out daily, weekly, monthly and annual quality assurance checks on the radiotherapy machines.  She was involved in the commissioning of new equipment and in the checking of treatment plans before a course of treatment started resulting in many patients being successfully treated and benefitting from Anna’s eagle eye and meticulous attention to detail.

Another major part of her role was as a Quality Manager.  This involved maintaining the Quality Management System, writing protocols, training staff and carrying out audits across the Radiotherapy Service to ensure the high standards were maintained.  She was one of the lead Quality Managers for the annual external audits and also carried out audits across other departments.  With Anna on board, you always knew you were in safe hands!

Anna was a fantastic physicist and an exceptional Quality Manager.  Her attention to detail was second to none, vital in both roles.

She kept us all in line ensuring protocols were always followed; no deviation allowed!  If you accidentally managed to use an out-of-date form, Anna would politely but firmly ask us to use the correct one!

Physicists and radiographers are very different breeds, but Anna was very much in tune with the radiographers which was a fabulous trait to have and made working with her even more enjoyable. She was one of the radiographers’ number one go to person; she always helped out where she could and always had a notebook and pen to hand!

A few of the team were fortunate enough to attend conferences with Anna.  As much as focussing on work in the day, the meals out and shopping trips that were squeezed in are the moments that will be treasured the most.  It was so lovely to spend time with Anna outside the work environment.

Anna was an incredible do-er.  You absolutely knew that if she was working on a project, it wouldn’t just be completed, it would be completed to the highest standard and in the agreed timescales, if not before.

We feel honoured to have worked so closely with Anna at the Sunrise Centre over the last 18 years.  We will miss her tenaciousness, her incredible knowledge, her professionalism, her no-fuss character and, most importantly, we will miss Anna for the amazing, strong, brave, kind and caring friend that she became. And, of course, her love of stripes!  She was so much more than a physicist.

Nicky, Philippa & Zoe

March 2023

Andy’s Words

I remember the first time I saw Anna as though it were yesterday. Anna was in her second  year of her medical physics degree, I was in my final year if my Chemistry degree. We were near neighbours in student digs and our houses quickly merged. Our relationship however, was based on a misrepresentation. Anna always wore tracky bottoms and trainers and our houses decided to go on a joint run along by the river Exe. Based on her attire I assumed that she would easily make the run – however, it soon became clear that Anna was not quite as fit as she might appear – and so I did the gentlemanly thing and stopped to walk with her – or was it all part of her master plan? This misrepresentation did not seem to hinder our relationship and we soon started dating, our first date was flipping pancakes. Perhaps she was attracted to my Tesco staff discount car or perhaps it was my hot wheels, a original mini but we went on to be together for 26 years and happily married for 22 on those and have 3 wonderful children.

I also recall first meeting with her family, I clearly was nervous and rather than saying we had a left the cake in my car I proudly announced that we had a bun in the oven – it spoke immeasurably of Annas family that I wasn’t run out of town!!

As you might imagine our engagement and marriage were not the run of the mill. I had be toying with the idea of asking Anna to do me the honour of becoming my wife but as usual I did not have the certainty that she would say yes and so it was that I proposed via email – I thought this to be the height of modern living but apparently this wasn’t so. However I am pleased to say that after threats of violence if it were a joke she happily agreed. Our wedding was a small affair, held at the university  with just close family and friends attending the ceremony and it was described the wedding coordinator as the most relaxed she had ever seen. This was illustrated when on the morning we discovered that the frosting on our wedding cake had curdled. I was out playing golf when I received Annas frantic phone call and so popped to Tesco to buy an alternative – finest of course, decorated with rose petals from the beautiful gardens.

Anna was the first in her immediate family to go to university, but she was not happy with her degree she continued to complete both a PhD and her hospital training. She became Dr Anna Pidwell and a qualified clinical scientist – however she took a temporary post as a lab technician in a school.

Anna had always wanted to return to her spiritual home of Cornwall, and we travelled down for Anna to look round the Sunrise Centre and she met and chatted with the then Head, Robin while I waited in the car. She came out a short time later – “howd it go?” I asked –

“OK!” replied Anna, “I think he offered me a job!!!”

Different times I guess!

However Anna was impatient to get on with life and so while she was waiting for a position to become available she decided to have a baby. During the labour Anna found that she didn’t need pain relief but did enjoy inflicting pain on me through the tens machine ramped up to 11.

Lottie arrived safely but never one to miss a bit a drama Anna decided to have a shower and the screen promptly shattered leaving Anna trapped surrounded by glass but as always she took it in her stride – did she want to make a complaint – why would she it was an accident.

And that was Anna not making a drama out of a crisis and being calm.

During this time we started our regular trips across the channel: before Lottie we travelled and stayed in caves in the Loire and in the days before SAT Navs it tested our relationship – but it survived.

Soon after Lottie had arrived Anna started at the RCHT Trelisk – to begin with Anna and Lottie travelled down on a Sunday evening and Anna worked three long days while Sally looked after Lottie. She then travelled back for a few days at home.

Fortunately I was able to follow Anna down to Cornwall and we bought our forever home here in Redruth. It needed a lot of work – you know it’s not good when you jump in one corner and the telly wobbles in the opposite corner and when the threadbare carpet is the only thing stopping you falling through the floor. Anna looked after the growing children while I, under Dicks expert tutelage, started about the renovation – it only took us 14 years to get carpet back on the stairs!!

After a few years we were blessed with the arrival of Will – on Christmas eve when we had picked up the turkey roll we had joked about our imminent baby being the same size but Will was slightly larger and almost got stuck – suddenly I was pushed from next to Anna to the back as the room filled with Drs and nurse looking after Anna and Will.

Our family was complete with the arrival of Joe. We had had several false starts going into the maternity unit only to be sent home again. We were debating whether I should take Lottie to swimming when Anna shouted out and we had to hustle!! Kids in the van, Anna in the van, drive down the road, kids dropped with a friend, then a sprint to the hospital doing nearly a 100 miles an hour down the A30 and mounting the pavement near the hospital – hoping to get pulled over so that I could either follow them or they could deliver the baby. We arrived at the maternity unit I opened the boot only for school work to flutter all over the carpark. Anna used some choice language as a scrabbled round the car park picking up bits of paper before we could hustle inside. Initially told to wait but Anna let the midwifes know that that was not going to happen and so we were ushered into a room and I became assistant midwife timing when various parts were born and finally getting the opportunity to cut the cord.

Family life was good, Lottie doing various dancing appearing in lovely shows at the regal, the boys starting their sporting journeys, Anna progressing at work and I had moved to schools a number of times but was now settled at Redruth – having the joy of teaching my own children – Lottie organising me both at home and school.

Then we had the devastating news that Anna had breast cancer. However, Anna faced it she did all crisis’s with determination and courage. She wanted to know the plan, always questioning the treatment and sticking to everything agreed rigidly. She put herself through an incredibly tough regime of chemotherapy, surgery, and radiotherapy. After 9 months of treatment, we all thought Anna had beaten this horrible disease.

After the treatment we had opportunities to enjoy time as a family and with our friends. We had a memorable holiday on the Il de Re. We were joined by Dick and Sally, the Gaunts and the Tremaynes.

In theory, the easiest way of getting round the island was by bike and so it was that we would set off for the day in mass peloton. One day we decided to go to a beach and so set off first into the local town and then on to the beach. However, we managed to get horribly lost in the town and every street we went down seemed to lead us back to the “centre ville”. Eventually someone used technology and pushed the bikes through a wood to get there whilst the rest of us took our lives in our hands and went the wrong way down a one way street.

Evenings were filled with fun and joy – the camp site must have thought we were mad as tables and chairs were transported around the camp site and we crammed onto the veranda, and I cooked on the BBQ. The evenings were long, and we constantly had to shh ourselves as we laughed and joked the nights away.

Christmas and new year were also favourite times, and we would hire large outward bound buildings and again share wonderful times with friends –Anna would recall Joe standing on the tables singing along to Queen, gathering round the outdoor fire as the lantern that got stuck in the surrounding trees, partying into the early hours then recovering the next day with a mass fry up. We won’t mention the cherry tomatoes!!

But this was not to last and after a few health issues Anna received the news that her cancer had returned and spread. Anna knew that her time was limited, and she wanted to make sure we all had more memories of her to cherish.

There was no grand bucket list only that she was able to spend as much time as possible with those closest to her.

Our last proper holiday was to the “house” in Exeter, a week spent with friends as always filled with smiles and laughter. The house had a current pool and a hot tub to which Doris the Unicorn was introduced. Many hours were spent by all of us unsuccessfully trying to ride the unicorn against the current. We revisited old haunts such as the university, our old student digs, the imperial pub where back in the day you could get 2 curries and 2 pints for a fiver – those were the days!!!

We had talked of hiring a motor home and travelling Europe but a few days in one at a windswept Stithians lake was enough to let us know that was not for us.

But there were other weekends away as a family, some local – in the various holiday parks around here and some further afield in places as exotic as Torquay. It was a chance for us to be a normal family in abnormal times, made even more abnormal by the arrival of covid making travel even more difficult.

Throughout these incredibly tough times our fabulous children continued to excel, and Anna could not have been prouder when Lottie gained a place at medical school. It was fitting that our last trip away was to both to celebrate Annas birthday and visit Lottie in Exeter, joined by Dick and Sally.

Pushing Anna along next to the canal in the Autumn sunshine was a lasting memory. I know it was a great comfort to Anna that all of our children are supported by such wonderful friends both here and in Exeter.

Throughout Anna’s treatment she always refused to feel sorry for herself and she was determined to make sure that she got out of the house as often as possible and so a tradition was born.

We tried many different cafes but there was one that we returned to over and over again – Stithians lake. It held a special place for Anna with memories of past summers spent sailing. Over what turned up to be an exceptional summer we returned many times for hot chocolates and bacon rolls.

We watched as the level of the lake fell and fell and then once the weather broke started to rise again. I know that people loved the water level updates and seeing Anna still out and about sitting on her veranda. We will continue to return and sit on Annas veranda to remember her.

Anna did not like to think or talk about the end of her life but agreed that she would go into the hospice when the was right at the very end of her life. And so she grudgingly entered the hospice on Thursday 2nd March.

She said that she didn’t want to spend more time then she had to there, and so it should not have been a surprise when Anna passed away peacefully the next day – as always it was on her terms!!!

Annas achievements are numerous and significant. From being the first in her family to go to university in a subject that at the time was not normally studied by women. Then, not satisfied with a degree, she continued on to complete a PhD and the rigorous training to become an clinical scientist.

Then over 18 years she became a trusted and valued colleague working in the sunrise centre. There are many hundreds of people in Cornwall, and I know a number of people here today that have been cured of the disease either directly or indirectly with the work that Anna undertook.

However, I also know that these achievements were insignificant to Anna when compared to her greatest achievements, the ones she valued the most – those of friends and family. As a friend she was loyal and trustworthy always willing to listen and guide and never judgemental. She supported her friends through their tough time even when she herself might not be a 100%. She always thought of others in all her actions, whether it was remembering birthdays or significant events she was always there for people.

Anna’s family really did mean everything to her. She knew she was blessed to have three healthy children and made her even more determined to initially beat the disease and once it was clear that was not possible to ensure that she had as much time as possible with her children. She could not have been prouder to watch her children grow and celebrate each success with them. I am so pleased that Anna got to see Lottie enter medical school and start her journey to becoming a doctor. With the boys she celebrated every positive report, every good point from school and every sporting success and she was content that they are on the right path to success in whatever they choose to do and I know she will continue to look over all of them as they make their way in life.

I also know that Anna was also pleased to have her parents there to support her through the final stages of her journey. She drew great comfort from having mum on hand help to care for her as her body failed and to have her Dad close by. And although she did not always show it she was pleased when her brother call each day and Annas mind was also put at peace to know that Adam and Sonya will be there to help support all of our family.

To sum up Anna’s character is difficult. There are those in Anna’s position that are happy to share their progress in public – all the ups and the downs. Anna was not like this, in terms of her treatment and the progression of the disease she was a private person confiding only with those closest to her. However, as we all know she was incredibly determined and she put herself through round after round of treatment always with the hope of more time. This gave those around her the strength to carry on with their lives. She showed amazing resilience when many would have thrown the towel in she continued to fight. She continued to be a true friend to many of you here taking a genuine interest in others life when it would have been easy to be consumed with her own problems. She was overwhelmingly positive even in the face of news that many would have found too hard. She liked a plan – always a plan. And through out this she kept her sense of humour – yes there were undeniably hard times but there were many good times that we can all look back on with fondness.

We were lucky – I know that at the moment we do not feel it but we were. We were lucky to have known Anna, lucky to have been able to spend time with Anna, to share a joke and a laugh with Anna. As friends, we are lucky to have those wonderful positives memories of Anna. As Colleagues, lucky to have someone so reliable and competent. As a family we were lucky to have such a special daughter, sister, niece, cousin, mum and wife. However our paths crossed Anna’s we were so, so lucky.

Finally I ask that you take to heart the word of the poem. Whilst at the moment we may feel sad that Anna is no longer with us. We may feel anger that Anna, who led a life that put her at such a low risk of developing cancer, not only developed it but developed a version that was so hard to treat, is no longer with us. Anna’s only fault was to be a women and so at an increased risk of this terrible disease. And although at the moment it may cause us pain to think of Anna and to talk of the times we shared with Anna I ask that you do the following

Remember the good times – remember the times she made you smile, remember the times you shared a joke, remember the times you laughed together.

And please –Talk about those times – Share those times- If you see me in the street please talk about Anna – she will never be forgotten, she must never be forgotten

Address

As a teacher I never had favourite pupils but I did have classes that were particularly memorable for one reason or another. One of those classes lasted three years in the late 1980s when Anna and five other girls became the stars  that demonstrated why I found  teaching at the time, such a brilliant and joyous job.  

Anne, Claire, Lucy, Christine, Stephanie and Anna came as a package always working together in some combination, rarely falling out, avoiding succumbing to the irritating quarrels of many 9 year old girls and working incredibly hard.  

Anna and her five colleagues would try pretty much anything thrown at them. One key part was showing the girls could outshine the boys in using the computers which the lads at the time thought their nerdy province.  Whether it was the organising and problem solving around the Spacex adventure game or programming…. ((what’s called coding these days)) in Logo on a borrowed research machine, Anna and her group had to be top.  In amongst the slides are pictures of the interactive graphical work she  produced as well as others in and around our rather battered Eliot hut classroom.

After the first year with them, I moved to teach top juniors (into another Eliot hut) which meant that they came with me as the brightest of the year fives in a mixed age class.  The elliots were next to a cattle field and I well remember the day when muck spreading stopped all work. The class, including Anna holding their noses and mock gagging!”

In Anna’s final year I had a term out on secondment to another primary school as acting deputy head. Such was the shock at the gulf in approach, standards and behaviour (especially of the headteacher) I withdrew my application for the vacant post and went back to finish the year with  the class I knew were about to do their last school camp and I did not want to miss the traditions they looked forward to of stories and songs.

Anna’s group were in my last cohort to do a 7 nights under canvas at Rock….. surviving gale force winds and torrential rain with stoic good humour and the grace to have fond memories.  

Such was the impact, that Anna, when we planned this celebration a year ago,  thought you should all enjoy the experience of a Stithians School Camp song…. Her choice was Little Eyes….. which might not be the same as other versions you might have heard so bear with us…. It was Anna’s choice and Anna will expect you all to sing with the same gusto as kids on camp. As you sing glance up at the photos and see Anna’s smile and remember it. Anna lives on, not just in the Christian belief of a life with God where there is the promise of perfect healing and eternal life but in the hearts of all who knew her.  She lives on every time you tell the stories, look at the photographs or watch a boat on Stithians lake. She will have left a little part of her in all of us who knew her…. Cherish that and like Anna, live a life that makes a difference.

 

Song / Little Eyes 

 I dreamed a dream the other night the strangest dream of all,
I dreamed I saw you kissing her or I dreamed I saw  great big man
…. behind the garden wall
And she said,
(chorus…) ‘little eyes I love you, little eyes I love you
Love you in the springtime and the fall,
Little eyes I love you, little eyes I
I took my honey home last night to see my turtle dove –
Said, ‘tell me honey tell me do who is the one you love?’
And she said….
I took my honey have last night ‘neath the shedding pines – (shed shed shed)
I put my arms around her waist And pressed her lips to mine. (kissing noises) 
And she said..

Chaplain’s Blog Stardate 22/01/2023

Give me a pulpit or a chance to preach and I am in my element – it does not matter whether it is to two or two hundred. When preaching one has a certain authority, a certain distance and generally the people listening want to hear what you have to say about faith matters but outside church I find it very hard to strike up conversations about faith.

I am hopeless at evangelising folks I meet in the street, offering to pray for them and the sort of joyous thing that others seem to do with ease.  My workplace was always a school and there was little faith conversation away from assemblies.

The on the spot evangelism or faith conversation is right out of my comfort zone, however…..

Stopping to chat or to listen to people’s stories  and praying  my own  private prayers for them is something I do often.  I thought the following two examples worthy of writing about and hope that it might inspire some of you to put pen to paper about chance encounters that have inspired you to prayer. 

Thought for the Day – Epiphany IV – This link is for Peter Coster’s Thought for the day this week.  He attended a Leadership Safeguarding Course and makes some very interesting points. 

Quiet Day at Epiphany House on February 10th – details Storytelling and Building Everyday Faith led by Jim Seth – Epiphany House


 Chance encounters – PC Binnie

Most days I spend an hour or two walking with Barney a.k.a. Mr Dog the energetic collie.  He attracts quite a lot of attention, especially when he sits patiently waiting for people to pass, looking up with a sort of RSPCA expression that pleads for interaction.

Brief conversations with other dog-walkers are fairly frequent but the occasional longer conversations are things to be treasured.

Mr Binnie is a long-retired policeman who must be well into his 80s, who I often see but yesterday I met him twice and listened to his stories both times.  The first, as I was about to ascend the long sloping bridle path to the Wheal Euny mine, was about the day he had been instructed to investigate a body that had been found in the brambles at the side of the path.  It was a sad story about an old farmer who had been in Barncoose Hospital (once the Redruth Workhouse) suffering with dementia. Somehow, he had evaded the security system and wandered out and made his way the mile or so to where he was found some ten hot July days later.  Mr Binnie’s description of the task faced by the police that day was graphic but I won’t go into maggoty details here!

The second time we met outside the infant school as we were a few hundred yards from our homes. I greeted him with, “no bodies to be seen!” Mr Binnie chuckled and asked, “did I ever tell you about the time I was shot?” 

Well…. You have to give time to a conversation opener like that and luckily Barney, at the end of his second walk of the day sat patiently while I listened as the story of the chap involved in a domestic incident, high on drugs and alcohol, had fired a cross bow at the police who had been summoned to deal with it.  The bolt lodged in PC Binnie’s thigh, perilously close to his femoral artery- he had been lucky not to lose his life! It was also fortunate that the two officers had been called from duties on a roadblock and he was wearing as many layers of clothing as he could fit under his jacket.  When the bolt had been shot, PC Binnie’s colleague charged across the room and rugby tackled the follow to the floor where they disarmed him and were able to take him to the police station, and PC Binnie to the hospital.

He went on to tell me about the cot death he was called to of a two-year-old child with connections to the cross-bow family and then of the other sudden deaths of children that had been his misfortune to encounter. I glibly remarked that I was glad I had been a teacher dealing with live children. This marked a good place to wander onwards but I was left with a picture of just how tough the job is for our emergency services and the police in particular. They will be much in my prayers this week.

Of Sick Animals and our Responsibilities....

By contrast I had a long conversation or three with a Lady who explained at length about how sad she was that her little dog had dies a year ago and why she thought she would never have another dog because the grief of losing them was too much to bear. She felt the horrible guilt of dog owners who have to have their dog’s life ended by the vet. There is always that question about whether something else could have been done, would they have recovered and so on.   Monty Don of Gardener’s World said in one of his books that we as dog (and other pets) owners are not just responsible for the dog’s life but also for its death. We have a responsibility to make sure the quality of life is good and that prolonging the life of a very sick animal might be more about us than it is about the animal for whom prolonged suffering is a cruelty. 

When she saw Barney and me in the park a month or so later she made a bee-line to tell me she was looking out for another dog and how much our previous conversation had helped. 

There had been prayers too.  

Greetings Reader / LLM colleagues and esteemed others!

 

Having has a chest infection right across the Christmas period I am only just beginning to get some energy and motivation to do something more other than be dragged out for a daily dog walk by Barney the energetic collie!

 

Thankfully antibiotics came to the rescue at the right time, but the festive season seemed to pass in something of a blur with the tastiest treat being max strength Lemsip! I am quite certain that I won’t have been the only minister in the diocese to have to miss out. On that note….

 

The Prayer List! 

Reader, Joy Gunter, and others have a vocation to pray of others who are suffering and would really appreciate a focussed up to date list. If you would someone put on the list or if you would like to be on the list yourself please let me know.  I will only send the list to those Readers who request it for their own prayers.

 

Those we have lost and making the most of each day.

 

 In the past year we have lost a number of friends through various illnesses, some well before they should have died. Some have been members of one of our churches and others have been friends from elsewhere but each one has underlined how important it is to make the most of each day. One of those who died recently and whose funeral I will attend remotely was in the first Sunday School class I taught at St Euny Church way back in late 1978- which in many ways marks the beginning of my path to ministry.  Simon died in his late 50s as the much loved and respected headteacher of an International School in Pakistan.

 

When Lez and I first met Simon, I had just taken a job teaching nine year olds at Stithians School and was reeling somewhat at the contrast with teaching in North London where fast, sharp wit was the order of the day.

 

My first class in Stithians stared at me with some bemusement. Simon and that Sunday school group provided some respite from the puzzled faces of that first village class.  He was a Truro school student who came as a pair with his friend Mike. At the age of 12 he wore a cravat and held some quite right-wing opinions setting himself as a fair target for my teasing. Like many young teenagers he had a tricky time negotiating life with his parents and so he spent increasing amounts of time at our house where he enjoyed the discussions and demolition of some of his wilder opinions.

 

Simon and Mike once decided they would amuse themselves on the tricycle bought for our children who were quite young. Simon pedalled, knees sticking out at an odd angle, while Mike stood on the back. Much jollity was had until Simon forgot to steer and they ended up in the flower bed – the front forks bent beyond repair!  

 

When the curate moved up to Pencoys Church in Four Lanes we followed and the lads followed us, piling into the back of our Yellow and black Austin A40. Simon would be handed a stick and instructions that if the car started to falter on its way up the hill that he had to hit the fuel pump which was conveniently situated behind the back seat. Following the thump with the stick it would burst into life with a wild ticking and the car would recover.

 

Simon and Mike made quite an impact on our children as they grew up and influenced musical tastes.  Both took part in the worship workshop we ran at Pencoys and Simon as he got older would even come and perform his music at school discos and parties where the quaffed blonde hair behind the multiple keyboards would be watched by the adoring ten year olds! I was sent the photographs of the tributes written by his students in Pakistan and it was certainly evident that his youthful charisma had blossomed as he had matured.  He will be much missed.

 

Rest in peace Simon, and rise in glory.

 

Transforming ministry Magazine

 

I have just received an email invoice for my subscription for next year at £17.50.  It seems quite a lot for a singe digital subscription so I am in two minds whether to bother this year especially as my reading of it is sporadic to say the least….. I always intend to read it thoroughly but more often than not it gets glanced at and then adorns various places on my desk until it is recycled.  I certainly could not justify the diocese paying for it for me.  Perhaps I will just procrastinate…

 

The Retreat Association

 

I have been sent the “Retreats 2023” booklet. If anyone would like it just ask and I will pop it in the post to the first request I receive!

 

 

 

Quiet Day

 

I am leading a quiet day on February 10th at Epiphany House based loosely around the theme of “Story Telling and Building Every day Faith.”  Each period of personal reflection will be preceded with some of my favourite sermon illustrations / stories with some questions to think about.  Details in the flyer!  Jim Seth 10.02.2023.pdf

 

Sermons

 

 

An ancestor of mine was a Church Minister and I have a book of his sermons. To my eyes the sermons are not particularly easy reading! But it is clear fro the book that the sermons were originally available at a price of one penny in leaflet form. This is, of course, the way some Charles Dickens novels first appeared.

 

This has got me thinking. Some churches have sermons recorded – facebook, YouTube, church website etc. But most churches in Cornwall do not offer this facility. So why not distribute your sermon to those who may be interested? Or, better still, why not have a brief note or precis to give to anyone who might be interested? People have lots of paper in their lives; so it may be best to keep it short. Of course this can be distributed via email.

 

Wouldn’t it be great if this prompted some inter action between preacher and congregation?

 

I have attached a note from a sermon I delivered recently. It adopts a meditational approach. This is an approach well known to those who use Selwyn Hughes bible notes.

 

The theme is hope. Let’s enjoy that hope as we “chew the cud” from Romans 15.13.

 

 

William Hazelton

Romans 15.13 and hope

 

Are we gloomy about the world? And our lives? And the C of E?….Or hopeful?

 

Ponder “if you want to walk on water you’ve got to get out of the boat” (Matthew 14.25-32) and note:

  • Hope got Peter out of the boat
  • Trust held him up
  • Fear sank him

It all hinged on whether he was focused on Jesus or on the storm

 

Romans 15.13: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit”

 

Peter’s focus…where is ours

 

Biblical meditation…rediscover the “cow, sheep, goat” in you…”chewing the cud”…bolt down food, regurgitate it into mouth, repeat process…absorb into the blood stream…objective

  • Reconstruction of our thoughts
  • Refocusing our emotions
  • Realignment of our wills

Verse:

  • God is a God of hope…does not discourage
  • Hope overcomes fear
  • Hope may be realised soon…later…eternally
  • He seeks right now to to fill us with joy and peace…all joy and peace
  • He wants us to overflow…
  • As we trust
  • Work of Holy Spirit

Image of sponge…useless without water…pours through us…we need to be refilled…a continuous process

 

Ponder the verse…meditate…may joy and peace fill your heart…may you move on with a spring in your step…a spring given by the Holy Spirit

 

Amen

 

145 CV ADV3 111222 – Peter Coster’s Reflections on the Advent 3 evensong readings. 

Prayers answered….. and Other Important News!

 

Prayers Answered

 

Many thanks to all of you who supported Lez and me though prayer in the last few weeks and to those of you who so kindly wrote emails.

 

Lez spent the week in the Cardiac Investigation Unit and is now home armed with a small pharmacy of medication attempting to take things rather more easily and let other folk in church do some of the heavy lifting and running around. She has felt fit enough to do the three days of the craft festival, sing in and direct the Christmas show from a chair (orders of the cast) and go to the toddler group!

 

Her experience in Treliske was a very positive one, apart from the worry and the investigations. The lady who did her angiogram turned out to have a daughter being taught music at Truro college by our son….. and the chaplain Angela, had been our curate in Redruth just to mention a couple of things! Amazing how things work out- thank you God!

 

It also shows the importance of asking for prayer-the reader community is a fantastic spiritual resource longing to be used!

 

 

Transforming ministry Magazine

 

Some time ago a survey was sent out about who read what in the magazine because of the quite large price increase to the Diocese. The results were varied but many more folk said they did not read it, or, only read the odd article than those found it a particularly useful resource.

 

The resulting discussion in the wardens group concluded that buying the full subscription for all readers was not only too expensive in the current climate but also not good value for money so this year Readers are asked to take out their own individual subscriptions if they would like to. Some funding has been put aside to pay for subscriptions for any readers who cannot afford one and would really find the magazine beneficial. We will repeat the survey next year and review the subject.

 

 

Local Reader Chaplains and deanery Reader Stewards…….

 

It had been proposed that each deanery should have it’s own Reader Chaplain (the old DRS) who would form the basis of a committee to feed information to the Warden’s Group however this has proved to be a more difficult task that was anticipated!

 

The thought now is that we need to try something different at the same time as keeping those things that are working well, e.g. the wonderful work done by Graham Downes and the St Austell group.

 

So the Warden’s Group would like you all to consider whether you feel called to be part of the chaplaincy team, no matter whether there is already a chaplain / Deanery Reader Steward in post.  In the new year there will be the chance to have a vocational conversation with Bishop Hugh and chaplains will be appointed and celebrated at the Reader Day in May.  I have the names of the people who transferred from being Deanery Reader Stewards, plus a couple of other people who have expressed a desire to pursue their vocation as chaplain…. If you would like to add your name, or make sure you are on the list, please do drop me a line!

 

Hacked, Cloned or Conned?

 

I wonder how many of you have experienced the irritation of receiving an email that at first glance appears to be from me or one of your ministry team along the lines of; “I need a favour ….. “ then when you examine the address it is actually coming from someone entirely different bent on weaving a story to prise away your well-earned cash. It seems the Internet confidence tricksters probably take the names and addresses from the Diocesan online data base as their starting point.  

 

As you will all well know my emails tend to be fairly full with a full signature at the end- so do watch out for the copy cat tricksters.  There are many many scams, conns and phishing expeditions out there so if there is one you have experienced that others might learn from do let me know.

 

In the meantime, if you use Facebook, make sure that you hide your friends list. That is the other place that cloning happens, the perpetrator makes another account in your name, steals a few pictures from you pages and then sends requests to all your friends… hide the friends list and you cut down the chances!

 

Hacking involves taking over your account, usually by guessing your password. With people making sure they use a mixture of upper case, lower case, numbers and symbols this form of attack in much more rare. The expert on all this stuff is Robin West who used to deal with Internet security for a living.

 

Ministers in Conversation

 

Every Monday morning at 10 am. Always something fascinating….. this week it was about ship’s propellers!

see the emails for the address for the  Zoom Meeting

 

 

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CV                         Thought for the Day – Advent Sunday 
by Didymus

Evensong
Readings    
Isaiah
ch.52, vv1-12  
Matt.
ch.24, vv15-28

 As
the late and great John Arlott used to say when commentating on test cricket,
in his lovely Hampshire drawl,
“Oh dear!
oh dear! oh dear!”,
when another wicket was knocked flying. 

One
of the glorious things about the Church of England is that there is always a well-meaning
type who proposes something totally out of context, rather strange if not
utterly barmy.  Bless them, they really
do make a pedestrian life much more colourful.

The
latest wheeze (how else can one describe
it?)
is to set aside the devotions of Advent in favour of a great football
festival being played in the scorching sand of Qatar, on the premise that
England will not have been knocked out, and nobody will come to church.  I read an account in the Guardian, and took
it for a joke, strange for an excellent if serious paper.  Apparently it wasn’t.  And it gets better!  I quote from The Guardian:-

In an effort to avoid a potential
clash between the Three Lions and the three kings, the Church of England is
advising vicars to reschedule 
Christmas carol services due to be held on World Cup final day.  The guidance to clergy, under the
heading 
“Making
the most of the World Cup final”
, warns of the possible difficulties
of holding a carol service on Sunday 18 December. The Sunday before Christmas
is a traditional time for afternoon or evening festive services.

With the final due to kick off at
3pm, the C of E says services “could still be possible if you choose the time
carefully … but what if there are penalties?! It may be best to avoid that day
altogether and host a carol service on Saturday 17 instead.”  But it adds: “Despite this clash of dates,
football and faith don’t have to be at odds with one another.”  Football and the church have a “conjoined
heritage”, it says, as several Premier League clubs “started up as parish
church football teams, set up for the health and wellbeing of those local
communities”.  The guidance suggests
ideas for how parish churches could encourage people to “use the World Cup as a
missional tool this Advent and Christmas”.

And so it goes on.   While we laugh or growl at extravagant ideas,
wait awhile, for there serious issues involved here, and not just who sings the
solo in the service either.

Actually it focuses attention on a number of uncomfortable facts.  Firstly the observance of the most important
event in world history goes over so many heads, despite the belief and teaching
of the church.  That is sad. 

Qatar?  In many ways a hell-hole,
that criminalises homosexuality and discriminates against migrant workers and
women.  It is no better than most of its
neighbours in its savage treatment of those who do not comply or obey.  Just think of Iran.

Football?  The last time we won
was in 1966 when as host nation we had a bye into the last 16.  We had a great team, but so did others.  It is just a game, but we hope for successes
for the young men playing.   As Bill
Shankly, the famous Scottish manager of Liverpool FC once said “Football? 
It’s not a matter of life and death: it’s far more important than that!”

Advent is a time of preparation, a time of prayer, a time to retrace the
events of the past, when God came in human form as Jesus, to speak to us, teach
us and lead us through this mortal life to eternal life.  Through his Holy Spirit, he invested his Son
with the power to perform miracles.  Do
we understand?  Of course not – we don’t
have the slightest idea who God is, do we? 

The Supreme Being is neither human nor spirit, neither man nor woman,
but a possessor of infinite power and love who is still creating.  He communicates with us by drawing us into
belief and prayer, but we know no more than that, however simple or learned we
may be.  It was Abram who first realised
that an awareness had been imprinted on his consciousness.  That is as far as we know, for in ancient
times there seems to have been an acceptance that there were limits to the
powers of humankind and a greater power existed elsewhere.

So
there we are, the Church triumphant!  Got
your rattle and club badges?

Whenever the game is over, spare some time to pray for the populations
of the Gulf, confined by those who should be praying and loving them, women and
men of all types, migrant workers grubbing for a pittance, and the sighing of
the imprisoned.

 

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AMEN

 

 

141 CV                Thought for the Day – Remembrance Sunday by Didymus

141 CV REMEMBRANCE 131122 – click this link for the illustrated PDF

After a number of years, I have been asked to lead a Remembrance Service at Michaelstow.  My prayer list will have to be extended to ask our Lord to wipe away the cobwebs of unfamiliarity and focus on the Fallen.  One of my difficulties is that I have only one sermon appropriate for the occasion.  Here it is:-

People of my age often have no medals to wear, unless they volunteered for military service.  That is because millions have fallen in the struggles to restore a level of  peace in this world.  A peace in which my peers and I were born, raised and live.  The immense debt that we owe to the Fallen is the peace and tranquillity for which they died.   If there were a medal acknowledging that debt, it would be worn with great pride and gratitude.

Recently I was watching Act Three in Verdi’s “Macbeth”, when Macbeth became King, having murdered his way to the crown with his wife’s encouragement.  At the celebration, he saw the ghost of his friend Banquo, who was killed recently on his orders.  Horrified, he twice interrupted his wife’s aria in a mad seizure.  Although he was pacified by Lady Macbeth, it seemed that his power so recently gained was already beginning to decay.

I realised once more how the Bard of Avon had brilliantly depicted the rise and fall of the tyrant, and how that terrible cycle of cruelty and domination had been repeated over the centuries.  The list is long.  Indeed that madness has seized Russia now, a people that has given us so much in both the arts and the sheer size of their past sacrifices in the cause of peace.

It is a great pity that Shakespeare does not appear to be taught in Russia.

Remembering the millions – let’s be honest – whose lives were torn from them, were they military or civil, it is the beginning of John’s 14th chapter which is appropriate now.   It is frequently read at funerals, linking as it does the crippling pain of losing someone dearly loved with the hope of resurrection to the life beyond this one.  Both versions are attached.

When one looks at the photo of war graves, the sheer number of dead is numbing.  Remember that this is just one of many in most countries.  Now we weep at the carnage in Ukraine being uncovered daily.

The cruelty of this wonderful life is that it never stands still.  Yes, sometimes we are very glad that life has moved on, that sickness and pain have been overcome.  But we are creatures of time, and whatever we might wish or even do, today’s beautiful newly born will be next century’s grandparents.  As it might be said, today’s beauty of Creation will be thrown on tomorrow’s bonfire. 

As time goes on we look with increasing hope to the promises of our Lord.  Religion and its concept of an afterlife was rubbished by Marx as the opium of the masses, and it is true that life after death is the best kept secret, despite the attentions of Madam Arcarty (Blithe Spirit) and her colleagues.  To the Christian, there is not so much of a problem, given the Resurrection of Jesus, but it is understandable that our belief is supported with hope.

John’s 14th chapter tells us plainly and without circumlocution, that Jesus was the human presence of God.  Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me?”

There are times when I read scripture and I try to picture the people involved.  They were human, emotional, fallible, they laughed and cried as we do.  Whenever I hear John 14, and the request from Philip, I imagine that Jesus looked to Heaven, shook his head and clutched his brow.  “Philip, Philip, how long have you been with me?  Have you not listened?  Or understood?” 

I would be surprised if Philip didn’t get ribbed about his question at the time, but what a wonderful response it drew from our Lord!

AMEN 

New Revised Standard Version

14 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?   And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.”

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” 

Jesus said to him, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will know my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”

Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.” 

Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? 10 Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own, but the Father who dwells in me does his works. 11 Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, but if you do not, then believe because of the works themselves. 

 

King James Version

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.

Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way?

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.  If ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also: and from henceforth ye know him, and have seen him.

Philip saith unto him, Lord, show us the Father, and it sufficeth us.

Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? He that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Show us the Father?

10 Believest thou not that I am in the Father, and the Father in me? the words that I speak unto you I speak not of myself: but the Father that dwelleth in me, he doeth the works.

11 Believe me that I am in the Father, and the Father in me: or else believe me for the very works’ sake.