Anyone know what the new world looks like yet?

As I sit here writing this it has been raining for the past 20 hours and looks set to continue. I’m reminded of Noah and the flood. I imagine him sitting at the top of the ark, in that little shed that’s always shown on top in the pictures in Children’s books. He’s sitting there, in that little shed, looking out a window at that black sky and the rain and water as far as the eye can see and I imagine him wondering where it would all end. Would he ever walk on land again?

I’m sure many of us recognise that feeling at the moment. We live in a time of uncertainty when planning for tomorrow is an act of hope and faith, never mind next week or next month.

There is an expectation, or perhaps just a hope, that when the time comes we will step into a new world. Where we will have learned lessons about how we live and will seek to incorporate them into the new world. Going back to just the old way of doing things would be a shame for so many people. Zoom and Youtube and the like have allowed so many people to access things they would never have been able to access, whether that’s church services, or shows, or lectures , or connecting with family. The pandemic has enabled me to be part of a relative’s funeral in Australia, something that would not have been possible without the changes the pandemic has enforced. When I attend evening meetings I no longer have to factor in 40 minutes travel time. I recently attended a Zoom lecture on race from a church in New York, an art class with a Museum in California, another event in Dublin and another in Leicester. None of which I would have been able to attend in person. My home church has started in person meetings again now but prior to that I was able to take in three services on a Sunday from wildly differing styles of church. All of which has been an amazing blessing for disabled people who have been asking for homeworking and better access for decades.

It would be a shame to lose this because a “majority” want to go back to how things were. The greatest shame is that we had we had to have a pandemic where nearly 130,000 people died in this country alone to learn how to use technology positively to enhance lives.

Tim Berners Lee, one of the fathers of the internet, said “The web is more a social creation than a technical one. I designed it for a social effect – to help people work together – and not as a technical toy. “

If you read about Berners Lee and his fellow founding fathers of the internet they were all looking at the social benefits, at connecting people, at building community and at sharing knowledge. This sad pandemic has come closer to making that happen than anything else in the preceding 25 years.

It is an unfortunate truth of the world that change comes through loss and tragedy. Whether it’s the world after the flood, The United Nations after World War Two, the Nobel Prize after the profiting from arms sales or whether it is individuals spurred on by the suffering they see around them.

If anything good could be hoped for post pandemic it is a greater sense of community and the idea that “we who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves”. (Romans 15:1) because if community is about anything, it is about being willing to bear your brother’s burden.

Back from Furlough

Someone said to me recently that being on furlough had given them an insight into how retirement would be. If that is true then being retired is going to involve making an awful lot of tea in my case.

Retirement is nowhere in my immediate future but furlough was an interesting and busy time. My wife was still working (60 to 70 hours a week at times)so a large part of what I found myself doing was looking after her, making sure she ate and drank enough. The NHS is kept afloat on gallons of tea.

Then there was all the usual cooking and cleaning and shed demolishing and school runs. And in between I found time for painting and drawing and reading and walking and far too many episodes of Peter Gunn.

It did give me an insight into why so many people I know who have retired end up wondering how they found time for work.

Being on furlough wasn’t all about fun though, it also gave me the space and time for a great deal of reading.

My To Be Read pile runs to about 30 books at the moment, it’s probably more but that’s all I’m willing to admit to. This gave me an opportunity to read and catch up.

My reading is quite eclectic and my reading of Christian books has never been tied to a particular stream. I tend to read books I think I can learn from.

I work with the youth (11 to 14 currently) at my home church and one of the things we’ve been using as a basis for sessions is this book…

It’s a wonderful mix of different ways to pray or enhance your prayer life and includes a whole raft of ways to help teens connect in prayer. We didn’t always follow each experiment exactly but it was great to identify what works for each of the young people The most popular so far has been prayer fidget beads.

My son Harry’s prayer fiddle beads

If you are looking for a way to connect with teenagers about prayer this is a great resource.

The other book that has taken up a lot of my time is this one by James Martin…

A book about Jesuits may seem an unlikely read but is surprisingly relevant. It offers a lot of thoughts on the value of a simple life and on a practical spirituality. I began reading it after developing an interest in Ignatian Contemplation and using it in prayer meetings. Ignatian Contemplation is a whole post of it’s own at some point.

I have found the book to be a wonderful help in learning gratitude for what I have, and I really appreciated the chapter on how our relationship with God changes, in the same way all our relationships change. Our understanding grows deeper, we become aware of facets of God that had previously escaped us, sometimes we cut away deadwood that builds up in misunderstandings or interpretations we put on things in the Bible that are more a reflection of us than they are of God.

I’m also reading “The Gift; how the creative spirit transforms the world”. and is about the difference between the gift system and the commodity system. It is essentially an anthropological book looking at the true value of art and creativity. If you are at all creative and struggling to see the value in what you create I really recommend this book.

Anyway. That’s it for now. Good to be back from furlough.

Have a blessed day

Pete

Silent running

Pioneer Pete is currently on furlough and so won’t be sharing his thoughts in a work capacity.

A case of the covid Blues.

Comic by the amazing Jemma Correll. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

I talk a lot about mental health, particularly my own as I think bringing it down to a personal level makes it more honest and more relatable. If you know what I’m going through then you might trust how you feel about what you are going through.

At this moment I am unsure. I am either having a bout of Covid blues or I am standing on the edge of the pit. I’m fairly sure it is the former. Covid blues is a common name for a thing called situational depression. Situational depression is a response to a situation like the lockdowns we have lived through due to Covid. It is that sense of being worn down by a finite experience, an experience that will pass but makes you feel sluggish and unmotivated and sad while it is there. I think that’s a feeling many of us can relate to at this point. Many of us have been locked in our homes pretty much for the best part of 10 months at this point. We are missing the freedoms we take for granted, right now I would like to drive to my nearest large woodland and lose myself for three or four hours but rules say that’s not possible, we miss human interaction, nodding at the woman overseeing the self-checkouts at Sainsbury’s doesn’t count. So that could be what I’m feeling right now.

In normal times my role in the church involves meeting people, talking with people, encouraging people, it involves getting out and about and looking at ways to do mission and share the Gospel. In the current circumstances that is impossible and, in those brief interludes between lockdowns when it could be possible, we are all too worried, nervous and tired to do anything in that area.

My purpose, day to day, has been taken from me by circumstance beyond my control. So for many months now I have read and tried different things to work missionally and evangelistically remotely. I’ve made videos and podcasts, I’ve written things for my blog and for social media, I did an on-line Elemental Tent in an effort to promote the idea of the tent, I helped with The Wandering Wise Men to promote the Nativity story and the Gospel, I have and continue to throw things at the wall in the hope that they stick. I have not been idle but because what I have been doing sits outside or at the edges of my given role I have ended up feeling like the cartoon above.

That could still be the situational depression of Covid blues though. I felt at the time that the things I was engaged in were good but now I’m looking at them from a position of feeling worn down and I feel like I am failing.

This is not a cry for people to feel sorry for me or anything. I am expecting that many people are feeling like this now in response to their own life situations and if you are one of those who are not, this might give you an insight into what is going on with those around you.

So far 2021 is looking like 2020 Part Deux. we are in lockdown, Covid cases are rising dramatically, vaccination role out isn’t happening as fast as any of us would like, some of us are unhappy with government responses to the situation and, off course Brexit is making itself felt and there are constant daily reminders of the negatives to that.

Covid blues, Lockdown situational depression, is probably taking a toll on most of us who are working from home, shielding or looking after kids who are accessing school from home at the moment. And if you are one of those whose job is classed as essential you are probably knackered! Frazzled! Worn out!

So what do we do? If you recognised yourself in anything I’ve described then self-care is essential. Self-care is, in essence, a self administered pick me up that says “Hey! You are worthwhile. Be kind to yourself,” What does it look like?

Self-care can take many forms but it is basically doing something for no other reason than it makes you feel good. It might be a long bath with candles and a book (wine is optional), it might be baking or gardening, it could be talking with friends, maybe watching a favourite film or curling up on an armchair with a hot chocolate and reading your favourite book or listening to music. It could be having a nice dinner, a board game with the kids, journaling, knitting or painting. It can be so many things but the important thing is not to have an agenda, to do it or the joy of doing it. Many people balk at the idea because it’s not productive, it is like slacking off. Others feel it is selfish to do something just for fun, especially right now. The thing to remember is if you run yourself into the ground you cannot help anybody. In fact, if you run yourself into the ground you end up being one of the people who needs help.

Self-care enables you to carry on doing what you are doing, whether it is work at home or work as a critical worker, whether it is supporting family and friends, home-schooling your children or riding herd on your children as they access school from home. It is a hard thing to get to do sometimes but we all have a duty of care to ourselves so we can care for others.

If you have a history with depression or this feeling predates Covid and has just been getting worse, do seek medical support immediately. There is nothing wrong with needing medication to help you get back on track. Been there, done that and it helps.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas. Wherever you stand theologically, Merry Christmas. Wherever you stand on the many issues dividing us, Merry Christmas. Whatever your politics, Merry Christmas. Whatever flavour of Christianity you take as yours, Merry Christmas.

God is love and God loves us all, however we may feel about each other sometimes.

Wishing you all a very happy Christmas and here’s to a better year for us all

And here’s a little present for you all. Neil Gaiman Reads “A Christmas Carol” by New York Public Library (soundcloud.com)

Pete Bangs

Pioneer Missioner

John Wayne and mental health

I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health recently. Covid, lockdowns and isolation have brought to the fore a subject that, for many of us, it is a constant source of concern and focus. Many years ago I read a rather depressing set of fantasy novels called The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. The titular hero was a man who had contracted leprosy and part of his daily routine was to make visual inspections of his extremities to make sure he had no injuries that would go untreated and become infected. Living with intermittent mental health issues is somewhat like that. There is a need to constantly monitor yourself and be aware of the direction of your mood, your emotions and your thoughts. I have problems with depression and anxiety that if they go unchecked can leave me completely helpless, unable and unwilling to engage with anything. I have received counselling and CBT. I have been on medication to help me through some very dark times. I don’t tell you this for sympathy or attention but to let anyone reading this and dealing with their own issues know that they are not alone. Counselling gave me an understanding of my thought processes and CBT gave me tools to work with to help deal with dark times. I use a mood tracker on my phone to keep track of how I’m feeling and a gratitude diary to help me find good in every day and these help me. A lot. Other people talking about their experience of mental health helped me too. So I talk about it in the hope it will help others.

A week or so ago I came across this question….

and it got me thinking. This is still a very common approach to men’s mental health and, if anecdotal social media stories are to be believed, women’s mental health as well. Although treatment has improved, although understanding has improved, there is still a stigma around it and still an attitude of “pull yourself together and smile” that runs right from medical professionals to family, friends and colleagues. Fear of meeting that attitude, and believing it ourselves in some cases, makes opening up about mental health concerns very difficult. So, if we can’t talk about it, what do we do? For most of us the answer has been bury it and pretend we have healed. We maintain that claim and belief even as our depression or anxiety or suicidal thoughts leak out in another form. Mental illness is a real illness. It is often caused by chemical imbalances in our brain, triggered by events in our lives that can range from the loss of a loved one to it raining on a day you wanted sunny weather.

According to Mind 1 in 4 of the UK’s population will have some sort of mental health problem in any given year, that’s around 17,000,000 people.

Around 3,000,000 people people attend church every week. If Mind’s statistics are correct that means 750,000 people with some form of mental health problem attend church each week. Methodist churches have an average congregation size of 48. That means 12 people in the average congregation has mental health issues of some kind.

The church needs to understand mental health, They need to understand how it is affected by stress, how crippling anxiety and depression can be and that they are real. Being part of a community that understands and is willing to listen or just sit in silence, that is willing to advocate for people, is a great support if you are living and dealing with mental health issues. However, it is very important the church realises it is not about fixing people. Prayer is wonderful but talk to the person and ask if they want prayer and what they want it for. When I was at my lowest point I wanted prayer for peace because peace was what I wanted most desperately and peace, I knew, would be a first step towards healing, whatever that meant. Prayer for freedom from the spirit of depression just made me feel worse at the time. It is something to be aware of when you encounter people with mental health issues.

Equally, try not to let fear dominate your relationships with people with mental health issues. It is very easy to let the changes in people affect how you interact with them but I can tell you from experience, when people start treating you with kid gloves and are awkward around you it can really hurt. Community is often what helps, being part of something but having no demands on you while you heal or learn to manage your illness often helps

I’ve tried four times to write this since December began and had to start again. I apologise if it is a little disjointed, hopefully it is still coherent. Mental Health is something that is important to me and Christmas is a time when people often struggle more with it.

Be gentle with yourselves and each other this Christmas. Show some understanding if others seem strange or different and if you find yourself struggling, reach out if you can.

Walking the tightrope

At 9am each morning I attend a Zoom prayer meeting. They are often built around a very short word brought by whoever is leading, inspired by an event or a scripture or something else that has spoken to them.

This morning’s was very thought provoking. The lady leading had been talking about the busy weekend she had had doing stuff with church and how she was hoping for a quieter couple of days. The friend she was talking to asked if she was becoming one of those lukewarm Christians who tick a box and then want time off.

This got me thinking about St Paul and running the race. First off the lukewarm comment was incredibly unfair to the lady in question who, out of necessity, had just finished, metaphorically, running a marathon at a sprint over the weekend just in terms of church work. Those are the two options in running the race for most Christians though, do you run a series of sprints hoping for a rest in between? Or do you approach it like a marathon? Do you pace yourself throughout your Christian life (the race) so that you can be a constant worker.

The general consensus when you read Christian thought on this matter is that you treat it like a marathon, with a target of finishing the race. You don’t over-extend yourself and hopefully everything gets done. I think this one size fits all approach is a mistake though. I think there are other, valid approaches that are equally necessary. Approaches that allow for peoples giftings and personalities.

The marathon Runner is slow and steady and dependable. If everything worked like clockwork marathon runners would be all we need. But it doesn’t.

There are times when there’s a lot going on, often at short notice or needed in a short window of time. Case in point. At my home church this weekend there was a 30ft Christmas tree to be erected outside, complex tableaux to be set up in 4 windows showing elements of the Nativity story, all of which had to be lit, the church was also involved in distributing Fareshare food in the local community. All of this had to be co-ordinated so that it was done by small family groups to stay within regulations. It needed sprinters. It needed people who would go in and create what was needed in a relatively short space of intense work time and then collapse. It needed people working swiftly, within pastoral and creative giftings to get the job done and then take a breath until the next thing that calling on their gifts happened. Sprinters work well with spontaneity.

There’s a third kind of person in the race that often gets forgotten too. The head in the clouds wanderer. The head in the clouds wanderer often is the one who brings the creative ideas that the sprinters make happen. The wanderer says “Ooh. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a tree outside for the community to decorate.” The sprinters then dash off, get a tree and figure out someway to secure it outside the church building. The marathon runners meanwhile have been quietly working behind the scenes to make sure there is a church building to be a home to the tree.

We are running a race as Christians but in a way we are all running our own race and we need to make allowances for the differences in those races.

You could view Jesus’s ministry as a three year marathon but he took breaks to pray and recharge his batteries so you could also view it as a series of sprints. He also spent large periods of time wandering from place to place just thinking and praying. If Jesus can be more than one thing I’m sure it is okay for us to be different types of racers as well.

Blessings

Pioneer Pete

Dangerous Church

A friend’s photo of church in a cage

Should church be dangerous or should it be comforting? Can it be both? And what is “dangerous” when talking about church?

These were questions that came to my mind when I was at a prayer meeting several weeks ago, on Zoom, where this photo was shared and the focus of prayer was on a more dangerous church.

What makes a church dangerous?

A church is dangerous when it takes a moral stand and that moral stand can be political. When Jesus chose to eat with tax collectors and prostitutes he was making a political point. Don’t confuse political with party political. My dictionary defines politics like this “the principles relating to or inherent in a sphere or activity, especially when concerned with power and status.” It is not about parties. When Jesus ate with Zacchaeus he was making a political point. This man matters too. This man has value and deserves to be treated like everyone else. That is a political statement because it flies in the face of the principles of social status. When Church denominations issue statements condemning government policies or actions because of the harm they do that is the church being like Jesus. When churches run food banks while condemning the need for foodbanks they are following Jesus’s instruction to give while following his example in being political. A dangerous church stands against the status quo.

Whether we like to acknowledge it or not there is a systemic, ingrained racism and sexism and ageism in all our institutions in this country which works to the benefit of people like me, a middle aged white male, at the expense of many others. When the church stands up, acknowledges that and looks to change, it is not being “woke”, it is not “jumping on a band wagon”. It is being politically dangerous because it is opposing a world many of us are very comfortable in. It is opposing the power that rules our earthly realm. Archbishops have automatically been given a place in the House of Lords when they have retired. John Sentamu, retiring Archbishop of York, was the first not to be given this honour. He is black and an outspoken opponent of many government policies. Regardless of how you view the House of Lords it is difficult not to see a racist or party political motive to that decision when you look at who has been made a lord recently. The church stood against this decision, calling it out as racially motivated. As the state church the Anglicans risk a lot of power and influence every time they stand up to the government yet they continue to do so.

Cross-denominational opposition to the sex trade, sweatshops and other forms of modern slavery are examples of the church being dangerous, because it is opposing established systems of power in many parts of the world.

But what about on a local basis. How is and can the church be dangerous on a local level?

At it’s heart Christianity is a radical faith. Think about Jesus for a minute. Muhammad died of poisoning at age 62, Buddha and Confucius died of old age as did Zoroaster, Abraham died of old age too. Jesus died age 33,nailed to a cross, murdered for politics and he knew it was coming. Each of these other religions, in my limited understanding, considers our actions, our good or bad deeds, to be key to our connection with God. Most religions consider acts of charity to be of vital importance in showing how Holy you are. Christianity on the other hand promotes the idea we are saved through Grace. That is a powerful and dangerous concept instantly because it frees us from the chains that bind when you have boxes to tick. There is no expectation of a Christian beyond accepting Christ as their saviour, which will lead to a heart change which will make you more Jesus-like. Jesus didn’t lay down strict rules about giving to charity or doing good deeds but he didn’t say don’t do them. He left it to us to figure out what was right and to do it in the right heart. Christianity believes, if you accept Jesus, you will want to do good deeds and give charitably. it asserts free will.

Be dangerous

Bar the kicking and screaming

So it’s over. The long season of the US Presidential election is finally done bar the kicking and screaming of the current resident of the White House.

There is a part of me that wants to hate him, all he’s done and all he has said and all he stands for. It is hard to deny that Trump represents the dark underbelly of the American dream. Nothing succeeds like success except perhaps the illusion of success. If half of the what is printed about him by those who dislike him is even close to true, then he is a fairly despicable human being but he is not Hitler, he is not Pol Pot. And he did not set out to be despicable and probably does not view himself as anything other than the hero of his own story.

No man is truly self made. They are the sum of many experiences and influences and how they reacted to those is what makes them who they are. Reading about his father and his upbringing you get an understanding of what made him what he is. He was the victim of an emotionally abusive father who allegedly drove one of his sons to suicide with his demands. Trump learned to cope with this by emulating it. This does not excuse his actions or his words. Supporting racist extremists, promoting violence by refusing to condemn it, his treatment of women, the armed forces, the poor, ethnic minorities and even his own supporters if they slip in his expectations is sociopathic and his lack of empathy made him ill suited to the role of President and those should be villified. But the man? I believe the man should be an object of pity. He has been made a monster by accident of birth and by upbringing. So I try hard not to hate him. I fail more times then I succeed. Every time he opens his mouth my first instinct is to feel hatred for the lies and evil that issues forth. I know he has done real harm to people. The children caged and separated from the parents (and now some 500 apparently lost) first and foremost among them. Does it make a difference that his evil is on a much lesser scale than Hitler or Pol Pot? I don’t know but i continue to view him with pity, like the guy with mental health issues and alcohol addiction ranting at passers-by in the park. Although he’s got some 70 days left in office and can still throw dangerous tantrums, I find I no longer fear him and that seems to make pitying him easier.

There is also the issue of the 47% who voted for him. If you make him into a monster to be hated what do you make of those who followed him and do still with a cult like fervor. Unlike the Guilianis and Bannons of this world who hitched themselves to his wagon for power or money or influence, many Americans followed him because they believed his rhetoric and they are not evil. But if you make their leader out to be evil where does that leave them? If the aim is to heal the American rift you have to address Trump as a key part of that. The other part of that healing is recognising that the Democratic party played a part in creating Trump. When, like New Labour, they deserted the working man in favour of the new middle class, Mondeo man, they helped create the business environment that enabled Trump to thrive. Not only that but they left a disenfranchised working class who were desperate for support and attention that Trump gave them. And it wasn’t only in the States. We saw it here as the working class, left behind by New Labour were engaged by the likes of Farage and Johnson.

I cannot hate the majority of Trump supporters, starved of affection they gave themselves to the first person to offer them a bone. The out and out racist groups then went along for the ride because he made them feel legitimate. How do you heal the rift with them?

these are questions worth asking because we have a situation ourselves that is a warped reflection of the US situation. Brexit drove a wedge through this country that demonised both sides and the constant unravelling of the Brexit promises makes reasonable response harder by the day.

I shall be watching the healing process closely in the months to come in the hope we can learn a lesson from it for our own country. And in the meantime I continue to try to rise above hate for Trump, Johnson and all those who do our human psyche such harm.

What are we becoming?

I have a comfort zone and I’m in it right now. I’m sat in front of a screen, writing, in an empty house. This is comfortable for me, I am alone with my own thoughts. Paradoxically, I actually prefer to spend a lot of time outside my comfort zone. I actually get a little bored being comfortable, a little complacent and no more so than when in comes to church.

Before Lockdown started I used to joke with my wife, Karen, about Sunday worship meetings being like a club meeting. We all turned up, watched the show, said our piece, chatted with fellow club members and went home until the following week. People got upset if there was a change to the schedule, it interfered with their comfort. I include myself in this. I had my “traditions” for a Sunday morning. I liked to get there early and speck to everyone. I didn’t enjoy sung worship so instead I would stand in the foyer, greeting late comers and making sure no children escaped. Then I’d return for the notices and sit quietly, half listening to the sermon and then escape quickly afterwards. I was a part of all the outreach, I love talking to people but Sunday morning was about greeting people and the sermon (if it connected with me).

Then Covid 19 hit and we went into lockdown. I found myself leading one of the daily morning prayer meetings, week in, week out. Now prayer, I would have told you if you asked, is not my thing. I feel uncomfortable with many people’s prayer styles and I struggle to find words in public prayer meetings. I have complicated feelings about asking for things in prayer, healing particularly and I would have been my last choice to lead a regular prayer meeting.

For the last thirty weeks I have spent time in prayer and contemplation before hand and have brought something different to each week as a way of focussing prayer. I have prayed for people, for healing (in my own odd way), for jobs, for peace, for my community and peoples’ mental health as we struggled through this odd world. This is not where I saw myself this time last year.

I was asked to do some of the family and children’s talks for the on-line Sunday service. I’ve always avoided children’s work because it felt uncomfortable, that comfort zone again, but it needed doing so I stepped out of my comfort zone and did it. I sat down with Cornelius, my parrot puppet, and we talked together about various Bible stories, this last week we discussed together the story of Martha and Mary and the importance of the Marthas of this world who got on and did the practical stuff that we all need. Again I’ve tried new things, in my own way, to keep it interesting and engaging and stretching beyond that black and white reading of a story.

Me and Cornelius discussing the finer points of the story of Martha and Mary.

We are becoming a new thing but that new thing looks back to an old thing in many ways. Reading Acts and Letters we see that Church was the people and Temple or each others homes was where they met. I have been much reminded over the last few months that when the word Church is used in the New Testament it is often a translation of the Greek word “Ekklesia” which simply means gathering. It is a word very dependent on the context within which it is used. So we can be ekklesia on-line, we can be ekklesia in a coffee shop or a field, we can be ekklesia in our living rooms, we can be ekklesia anywhere two or more of us gather together with purpose. “The New Monasticism” seems to be a key phrase doing the rounds in a lot of places and it’s not about becoming monks and having funny haircuts. It’s reflecting on the way the place of prayer and worship fed into it’s community

So we have to ask ourselves, whatever we do, is it God’s will or ours? Is God using our current situation to adjust our understanding? God loves us to gather together and to worship, He loves a joyful noise, but we were called for more than that. It says in 1Peter 2 that we were called to be a priestly people. It says time and again in the New Testament that we are called to be one people, brothers and sisters and we are called to preach and share the Gospel. Our Sunday services, in whatever form they take, have two purposes beyond worshipping God. One is to remind us that we are all connected as part of the body of Christ. The other is to build us up to answer the calling God has placed on our life.

Church is not the building we meet in. That is a blessing that enables us to meet with ease and should be a tool that enables us to answer our calling but it shouldn’t dominate our thinking. If a group want to meet in a local pub for a Bible study or discussion group or a parent and baby group want to meet in Costa for prayer and a chat or a group want to meet and dance in the local park, that is church.

I hope the new thing we are becoming will be able to encompass all these things and more, Zoom prayer groups and book groups, on-line choirs, socially distanced meditative prayer, worship through art. There is space for all this and more, wherever two or three gather together, when God is at the centre. We don’t have to go back to the way we did things before. It worked for a season but now we are into a new season and we need to make space for change.

I pray God’s blessing on you all as we struggle through these odd times.

Pete