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The church is different now

The church I knew vanished

The church I trained for

Offered my life for

Offered my all for

Different, hidden, house-bound

Absent, frightened, anxious

Needy, vulnerable, waiting

The capable, intelligent flock

Who offered skills and love

Now gone, behind closed doors

No longer there to care

But needing care

 

The church is different now

The buildings I know so well, closed

The liturgy, so familiar, unread

The elements of Eucharist lifeless

The hymn books gathering dust

The collection plate empty

The people have all gone home

As I prepare mentally for some 'going home'

I'm the carer of their souls

I am told I may have to bury them sooner than I thought

 

The church is different now

I am starting from scratch 

A new approach, one I hadn't trained for

New liturgy, new technology, online, virtual

Foreign, strange, changing every day

New advice from Bishops 

Who like us are having to imagine and create

 

As I recognise my exhaustion and anxiety

As I acknowledge my fear, 

my responsibility for my family and friends

My aching tired body that may be carrying symptoms

I turn to Christ, the head of the Church

And I see

 

My God is the same now

The God I know present

The God I trained for

Offered my life to

Offered my all to

Is calling me to be me

Only me

As I step into the unknown with God by my side

 

Blessings on you as you are church in a different way

How do we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? Psalm 137

Liz

Reverend Liz England

Team Rector-in-charge of Buxton, with Burbage and King Sterndale

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Jesus when I grow discouraged, and the clouds alone I see
Strengthen thou my feeble spirit, give me grace to live in Thee.
Bear with me in my impatience, bid my restlessness to cease
And when storms around me gather fill my eager heart with peace.
Not deserving of Thy caring in this erring life of mine
But I know that Thou will guard me since I am a child of Thine.
Father bless me and forgive me, to the end my trust will be
In the mercy powerful ever to direct my soul to Thee.
Pam Hollamby, St. John's 

(Taken from a a prayer card) 

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This pause...

Is allowing a focus

On the purely Spiritual.

Forget the meandering shop,

The commute, the bicker,

Step back from the Material,

Hear the birdsong, the wind,

Notice the buds,

Revel in the Natural.

Most of all...

Hear God’s voice within –

The ‘Internal Beautiful’ –

The Hope, the Companionship

Within His heart-held Community,

The Ever Bountiful.

Gilly Thompson, St. Johns' 

 

 


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