Yes, a lot has happened since I last posted. I have been to a retreat centre as a volunteer, finished the introductory units of Faith & Worship, had a breakdown and passed my trial service.
So, in order, I had ten days available while my son was away with Scouts. Between my poor mental health, and the library of religious books I knew to be at the retreat centre, it seemed like a good idea to have a plan rather than sit alone at home. I am so glad I went. To live within a christian community, sharing a common purpose and fellowship was wonderful – if only I was childless and a Roman Catholic, I would take holy orders.
Coming home to my son was wonderful too – it is remarkable how much a 13 year old can change in such a short period of time. He seems to have become a man in the time he has been away – or maybe I could look at him with fresh eyes.
The introductory units of Faith & Worship conclude with an in-depth study of the Gospel of Mark. Using several commentaries from the house’s library, I completed a verse by verse study of the Gospel. It took the full ten days and, even now, I am adding to it most days with further commentaries lent to me by friends. I think this is a project that will never be finished!
The next unit requires me to do the same for the other synoptic gospels which means cross-referencing them with Mark for a comparative study.
My breakdown I will say little about except that I am glad it is over. I was fortunate that people who care about me sought help on my behalf. I am improving each day.
Finally, my trial service. What a rollercoaster of a day that was. The service was scheduled for 6pm and, when I got up that morning, I wanted to glance over the service I had planned, make a few improvements and print it off. I couldn’t open the file. Somehow, in the space of a day, it had corrupted. Cue grabbing a huge pile of books, my notes and the laptop and starting over. I ended up (I think) with a much better sermon. And I passed. The next step is to be passed to On Trial which will happen at the next Local Preacher’s meeting. Once that happens, I can fly solo. I don’t know if I am excited or scared but, sometimes, I think there is not much difference between the two anyway.
God Bless You x