Got back from two weeks in Cornwall on Saturday. It was a complete break, we went to church once and I read the bible a few times but it was quite relaxed. We also had no interweb access and it was actually quite refreshing, so today I am starting to catch up with my blog roll but it's slow going and I didn't go to Greenbelt either so feel slightly out of the loop on that one. We did make it to Truro cathedral, which is a stunning building with some wonderful art and a wonderful sense of calm about it. Particularly amazing as it's only 125 years old yet feels as ancient as many older cathedrals. I also went out running along the coastal path from Mullion Cove (where we stayed, which was lovely thank you...). Half way through our stay I headed for St Winwalloe, the Church of the Storms at Gunwalloe. It was just a destination, reckoned to be about an hours running there and back. It was early so the beaches were almost deserted, but the waves were crashing onto beach. So ...
The last few months have seen some of the biggest roller coaster lurches in all of my vocational journey, and I haven't said anything here, because I haven't really known what to to say, even though I wanted to share, especially as people have prayed for me in the past, which has always meant a huge amount to me. So what has happened? Back in October, I met two Diocesan Assessors, one lay and one ordained. It then took about a month to receive feedback (for entirely understandable reasons), which effectively said that while I had a clear vocation to ordained ministry, it was felt that I lacked the necessary leadership skills and especially confidence, which I would need to do well at a panel. Now, it's honesty time, my confidence had taken quite a battering over the previous six months, the drawn out vocation process and continued levels of required introspection had started to take their toll, combined with a work situation which had meant my confidence in my role and ...
First published in St Georges Church magazine in June 2010. On the 16th May I ran my first marathon, around Windermere in the Lake District. Why? Initially, it was just to prove to myself that I could do a marathon, it then needed to be 2010, to prove I’m not over the hill (as it were). I then realised that this wasn’t just about me, it needed the support of my family, but also, something told me that some good could come out of it as well. Then, at about the same time as I entered the race, St Georges announced we would be supporting Tearfund this year and that was the extra incentive I needed. Training actually brought home just how difficult the challenge was going to be. As I increased my distances, probably too quickly, I struggled to finish and actually had to be rescued twice by Louise when I attempted 20 miles on two attempts (first after 16 miles, then after 19 miles). This didn’t improve my confidence as I travelled up to Cumbria on the Friday before the race. My confide...
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