‘Six days invisible; One day incomprehensible’ (Part 2)

I love irony, and I’ve only just realised just how ironic my last blog was. It was a prime example of when what made perfect sense to me may have been just plain incomprehensible to you.

Therefore, I will revise just how I am going to write this particular blog series. Each week I will share my heart about why I chose the quote I used in the previous blog. But I would also like you to do something too. I would like you to try and guess what I will say about the current quote I have used in this blog from Peterson and his passion for what it means to be a Pastor.

Last week’s quote was how a student responded to Peterson’s description of the life of a Pastor as being essentially messy. For Peterson a Pastor’s life is a mix of disciplines and rhythms but also moments of utter unpredictability. These moments are triggered by moments of disorder, failure, disappointments, suffering, death and by bursts of beauty and for the pastor she needs to respond with her whole heart, mind and soul.

You sense this by her desire to be a ‘patient pastor’. That is someone who allows events to happen in their fullness without taking shortcuts or easy answers. She also describes herself not as a ‘schoolmistress’ who grades those she cares for but to help them see how God is at work in their lives and their dignity as those whom God loves. Perhaps you can see why this long quote jumped out at me. It reminded me of the privilege I have in being a Pastor, but also for you to be free to be the person Jesus made and saved and called you to be and for you not to accept anything else.

There is no rhyme or reason for the order of the quotes which reflects something of the messiness that is my life and why I do enjoy being a Pastor so much. So here is this week’s quote and why do you think I’ve chosen it?

“A number of legends out of the Christian Middle Ages preserve stories of sacred sites where, for instance the Holy Grail had been kept or the ark of the covenant had been buried and still retained holy energies- holy ground, ground soaked in the sacred where conditions were propitious for cultivating the presence of God. I don’t know what to make of these stories, but in my adolescence I sometime wondered if something like that could be going on in this place”

 

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