Another Compass Week
Posted Saturday 7 April 2012
Jane and I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon walking through the woods above Foyers on the shores of Loch Ness, it was the longest walk I had managed in a long time and by the end my leg was playing up, but it did seem stronger and less ready to swell up, so that was good. Spring seemed to be in the air, so as usual I wandered around all week reminding people to “nae cast a cloot till May is oot” an affirming and positive response to the mad scenes of people behaving as if summer had arrived!
On Monday I almost had a day off but happily wandered into the office to catch up with my E mails, it is so easy when everyone thinks I am to be left alone all day. Off to Edinburgh on Tuesday for a consultation on the Diaconate. This was a great opportunity to listen to others, we had representatives from a number of Scottish denominations and from our sister Anglican provinces in the UK. We heard challenging things, exciting things and at times painful things, it was amazing just how differently this particular ministry is viewed, supported and understood across the church. I came home with much to ponder. Jane was waiting at the station to rush me off to my evening appointment, sandwiches thrown across the car and with tyres squealing we were off…again.
I had two Ecumenical meetings the following day, one from Zoë who is producing a piece of research for Churches together in Britain and Ireland and who wants to spend some time with a very rural grouping. The second meeting was with Peter Howeson the local Methodist Minister. Peter is also the Circuit Superintendent for the Highlands ands we were discussing matters of ministry and mission.
On Thursday I had to drive through to Elgin to preach at the funeral of Dr Mora Scott. Mora had been a Trustee of Holy Trinity Church, Elgin for the whole of my time as Rector, she had also been a GP in the town for over forty years, she was a stalwart in the defence and protection of children. Mora loved fly fishing, still out on the river well into her nineties, and was one of the most caring people I have ever known. She took my family to her heart, feeding us, talking to the children with real interest and always offering a place of refuge from the chaos of ministry. Needless to say the church was packed and we gave her the send off she would have loved.
We headed West for Poolewe on Friday, we were spending the weekend with the congregation at St Maelrubha’s and our first stop was for a lovely dinner in the Na Mara restaurant in Gairloch, the venison was excellent as was the cheese board. The church cottage at Poolewe is a very well maintained self catering holiday let, details which you can find on this website under the churches entry, we arrived in time to settle down in front of the television to watch the news, then off to bed with a busy day to come.
On the Saturday my first appointment was with the local cubs who had come along to the church to meet me and to hear the history of our little building, I also presented them with their faith badges. Next on the agenda was a day of studying Scottish Church History with the local congregation, wonderfully divided up by a soup lunch. Following this Jane and I went for a walk on Gairloch Beach before joining the local community in the village hall for the St Patrick tide ceilidh. Next morning I celebrated the Eucharist for Mothering Sunday in a full church, lots of new faces including some of the cubs who had come back to join us!