"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."
That is very much what we've been doing during the lockdown, and what we want to get back to doing in church. The hierarchy doesn't help in this, as it seems to have other priorities. A whole series of rules have been sent out as to what we can and cannot, must and must not do when we open the church. At Easter the archbishop himself said that priests were forbidden to enter their churches to say Mass, even when alone. Quite a number ignored this. The hierarchy always has finances on its mind. All though this lockdown, when the income of individual parish churches has collapsed, we have been sent emails about raising more money. Parishes are poor, the Church is wealthy, and could well afford to subsidise parish churches for a year. Will they? I've been involved at parish, deanery and diocesan level for over 40 years, and as a consequence I bring a healthy helping of cynicism while trying at the same time to turn up on a Sunday and be one of the "two or three gathered together". Our current PCC vice chairman hates all the politics and just wants to get back to worshipping. I've been involved for much longer, have done the job that he is now doing, and take the politics in my stride. Fortunately we seem to have a new priest who is not going to kowtow to the powers that be with their paranoia.
Gosh, this is all very serious so early in the morning!
On the ground, many parish churches are working hard with food banks, etc., help for the homeless. The CofE has been complicit in its own marginalisation, in a way that hasn't happened in other countries.
I heard recently about the Anglican church in Boston, USA, where priests have worked in hospitals, properly PPE'd and welcomed by both staff and patients. That hasn't really happened here, because the priorities of the hierarchy are all wrong. I would like to shake Welby very hard!
I woke up late after the best night's sleep I've had for ages. It feels so good not to be zombie-like. YD, however, had her first Covid dream.
While YD and I were still asleep OH cleaned the paths and the Eglu. The downside of keeping chickens is the mess they make. The "debris" goes into the compost bin. It's very good for the garden.
My sister and family are on their way home after their week in Cornwall. I think they were stopping off in Truro for the farmers' market. Eldest Nephew has posted this photo on FB with the caption, "This is the most evil-looking seagull I've ever seen": tinyurl.com/y7snxhwl
ED messaged to say they have booked a few days at a hotel in the Outer Banks for CK2's birthday. They have used the hotel before, and it has extremely good standards of cleanliness, so they trust it. ED had been offered the use of a friend's condo on a private beach, the same place that ES and family went to recently. The trouble is it's in Florida, which has now had an increase in cases of Covid-19, so they didn't dare go. I can't believe CK2 will be eight next week! We were on holiday in Kent, and actually at the top of Dover Castle, when we had the news of her arrival.
Now that the sun has finally put in an appearance we are getting butterflies. Yesterday there were a Large White, a Red Admiral and no fewer than three Painted Ladies in the garden.
Chicken report: Lottie, Dottie and Griselda have laid eggs today.
Last Edit: Jul 11, 2020 13:15:29 GMT by Cookiepuss