Some Random Ramblings

...That is the question.

This morning was the last time I ‘churchwardened' (yes, I've decided to make churchwarden into a verb, along with things like action and resource) the 11:00am service at St Tees. In terms of organisation (and through nobody's, and everybody's (definitely including me!), fault) it was quite the most chaotic service I can ever remember 'churchwardening'. If it had been my first, I should probably have run screaming from the building, down the steps, and sneaked off to join Lancaster Free Methodist church. But it wasn't, it was my last, and somehow the chaos seemed fitting... Though at the time I really wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

This is by way of a sort of retrospective random ramble through six years of life.

When I was first asked to consider becoming churchwarden, my initial reaction was to laugh and say something along the lines of ‘You must be joking!' - it was so far outside what I had ever experienced, and such a long way beyond my comfort zone. But, gradually, I came to realise that this was God's call on my life for the next few years. So I agreed, reluctantly, to take on the role - thinking that, if I did really badly, I could refuse to stand for a second year. And now, here I am, at the end of the maximum allowable term of office, six years, wondering where the time has gone.