The End is Nigh
My second-last Sunday as Rector of St Clement’s, and I face it with mixed feelings. I am, of course, sad to be leaving, but I am also looking forward to a change. What the change will be, I don’t yet know, but that has been true many times in my ministry before.
I fly to London on August 31st (assuming the Icelandic volcano’s eruption hasn’t shut down Europe’s airspace) and will stay with my oldest friend, another Gordon, with whom I went to school in the Scottish Borders 60 years ago. Then I go to Edinburgh to stay with Grant for a week or two and see some of my friends there. Thereafter the glass ball clouds over and the future is unclear. I find this very refreshing, though I know many of you would find it just the opposite and would worry about where you would be in a month or two’s time. But my ministry has taken me from Edinburgh, through Oxford, Salisbury and Inverness, to Ankara, Stockholm, London, Gibraltar and Milan, and then to Philadelphia. And – which younger clergy, used to a completely different system, find amazing – I have never once applied for any of these jobs. So we’ll see what comes up, as they say.
Without wanting to seem overly pious, it is when I look back that I can see what God was up to in calling me to my various posts in the Church. I trust that he is in charge and will go with me wherever my next post may be, and then looking back later I will see why. That is why I am as excited as a child waiting for Christmas!