Weaving a Community

One of my colleagues commented last week that she has a completely different position now and she stayed with the same congregation! There is some truth to that, some of the skills ministers need are different, and we need to be conscious of those in our faith communities and beyond who do not have access…

When You Suck at Something New!

I was a good student, I loved school and I flourished in the classrooms of the sixties and seventies. I was also athletic, loving sports and activities and they came easily to me. I still like to learn and regularly try something new, something that takes me out of my comfort zone. Last summer I…

Folded in Prayer

Today I printed and folded 200 bulletins for a funeral on Saturday. Our office administrator only works Monday and Tuesday, so occasionally it winds up being my responsibility. Frankly, there are times when I get quite annoyed at having to do something like this, but not today. Today I decided to pray for Frances’ family…

Book Review

Dynamic Discernment – Reason, Emotion and Power in Change Leadership                      by Sarah B. Drummond As an Intentional Interim Minister, I am always looking to add to my library books and other material that will enhance my ministry. One phrase in the introduction had an immediate impact,…

You’ve Got Big Shoes to Fill!

Those were the words that someone said to me at the good-bye reception for the minister at the church where I will start in September. The minister and I are good friends as well as colleagues; she is delighted that I accepted the Intentional Interim Ministry position and invited me to be part of her…

Snottin’ and Ballin’

Yesterday, on a beautiful, sunny morning, a small group of Liz Feltham’s family and friends gathered to bear witness as her husband spread her ashes in a place she loved. Later that day, a larger group gathered in a friends home, to share stories, to hear Amazing Grace played on the bagpipes, and to raise…

Crying Over Stuffed Animals

These stuffed animals, placed on the porch of the house my church owns, the house that became a home for a Syrian refugee family till a short time ago, moved me to tears in a way that was unexpected, as I arrived at the church last Friday to make the final preparations for the community…