2013 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

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A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,300 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

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Secateurs and deacons

I’m a keen gardener. Whenever I’m outside, I’m looking at how to improve the state of my suburban paradise. Often that means chopping something back, so I pop inside to reach for my trusty secateurs.

Today I looked for them on the shelf just outside the back door. No luck. Then I looked on the other shelf, just inside the back door. No joy. Hmm, where was I when I last used them? I know, I’ll look on the shelf just inside the front door, where I keep my keys. Yes!!

I started thinking about secateurs  – just like deacons, they have a liminal ministry, in theology-speak! This means a threshold ministry – neither fully outside nor fully in, but able to operate both in and out. As my secateurs are useful in the kitchen for arranging flowers, so I can be useful inside the church. And just as the bulk of my secateurs’ work is outside, making a real difference to my unruly and exuberant garden, so my diaconal minstry really flourishes outside the church, in the community, where people are blooming, where they are straggling, where there are things that need a bit of a prune!

Feijoa_flowerBeautiful feijoa flowers.

Sitting in the back row…

I went to the Ordination service in Wellington Cathedral today. Last year I was ordained Deacon, and it was a real highlight of my life. Today, it was with mixed feelings that I went, because the original plan was that I would be ordained a priest today, with the group who were ordained with me last year.

It was a wonderful service though, and we prayed for the ordinands, and wished them well.

The Permanent Deacons sat behind the choir, which was a mixed blessing – having been a member of the cathedral choir some 23 years ago it was  delight to hear them again, up-close and personal, and I had to stop myself joining in the sublime singing of the Sanctus. But the difficult bit was when the priests all went forward to lay their hands on the bishop as he ordained the new priests. The Deacons were not part of that.

Isn’t it the same Holy Spirit? Weren’t we ordained by the laying on of hands of the bishop? Having been a Pentecostal for some years, we all took part in stretching out our hands for someone who was being prayed for, and there a was real sense of being part of the Holy Spirit’s work. Today felt anachronistic, as if the practice was out-of-step with modern theology.

There is a lot of talk around the place about how the division between Deacons and priests shouldn’t be hierarchical, but in a service like this one, with processions starting with Deacons and ending with Bishops, there is certainly is a sense of hierarchy.

Quite a few of my colleagues asked me if I was going to be priested next year, and were surprised that I was not included in this year’s group. I explained that, no, I am now a Permanent Deacon, and it’s a wonderful thing to be! And I truly believe that Deacons have a very necessary role in the church, and in its community-facing work. I am glad to be part of that. But so many of our clergy and parishioners don’t yet have a sense of what the Diaconate can be, that it’s just regarded as a sort of ‘half-measure’, not quite ‘up to’ the priesting level.

Until these perceptions are challenged we will always be relegated to the back row, both literally and metaphorically.

Luke 10:1-4  Later the Lord chose seventy-two other followers and sent them out two by two to every town and village where he was about to go.
 He said to them: A large crop is in the fields, but there are only a few workers. Ask the Lord in charge of the harvest to send out workers to bring it in.
Now go, but remember, I am sending you like lambs into a pack of wolves.
Don’t take along a moneybag or a traveling bag or sandals. And don’t waste time greeting people on the road.

Bishop Justin preached on this text – I will add the link tomorrow.

Odd Socks

Odd socks

You might wonder why there’s a picture of my son’s feet with odd socks on.

Whenever I buy socks for the kids, I tend to get those packs with three pairs in, hoping that they will at least last for a few months. It would be more sensible to get three identical pairs, because several inevitably get spirited away by the sock monster, but this set of three similar, toning, pairs looked so smart that I bought them.

When my boy put them on, I said, “hey, that’s not a pair!”

“It doesn’t matter what they look like Mum, they feel right”, he said.

I started thinking about this. Maybe what things look like is not as important as how they feel.

This is a good description for my journey this year into the Diaconate. This diocese has  had very little awareness of what the Diaconate is, and the usual journey towards ordination has taken people into the priesthood. That’s what has been expected, that’s what ‘looks right’. That’s what people in the congregation expected.

But my journey has taken a  different path, one that takes a bit of explaining to people. it doesn’t look the same as that of other clergy. It seems an odd match to what I originally saw as God’s calling for me.

But the Diaconate feels right! I am doing things that I love, I have a wider area of work and influence than if I were a priest, and fewer responsibilities, which fits with my family.

Next time I find myself or the boys wearing odd socks, I will smile, and say, “but it feels right!”