Ordained ministry. If a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing badly.
A colleague of mine once told me of a conversation he’d had with a pastoral advisor who asked: “How does it feel when you are walking towards the altar for the beginning of the Liturgy”. My friend related that as he walked down the aisle it “felt” as if his vestments were covered in velcro, on to which the congregants placed their hopes, dreams, fears, angers, frustrations, disappointments, unrealistic expectations etc. - so that by the time he reached the altar he was carrying a very heavy burden. But he was not able to divest himself of the burden at the end of the Liturgy. That conversation “came back to me” this morning as I remembered the dream I’d had last night. In that dream I was present in some big service or other, and the bishop asked for a bible. I went to a table on which there were three beautifully bound but unused copies of the Scriptures. I carried all three to the bishop, and he announced “I’ll take the Maynooth version” (There is ...