Musings From The Manse

Musings From The Manse

A reflection for these days of a church in Lockdown.

Hello!

At last, some weather where it’s warm enough to sit out in the garden without wrapping up as though it’s October and not July!

This will be our last of these weekly newsletters for a while, I’m going to use some of my annual leave over the next couple of weeks and try and enjoy some rest away from all of the technology and the busyness and stress of these last few months.

Today also sees the end of our journeying theme which we’ve been following on Sundays for the last 6 weeks.

But does a journey ever really end?

Relieved that the 5 mile driving limit for leisure purposes had been relaxed, on Friday I dug my hill walking boots out from the depths of the cupboard under the stairs where they’d been hibernating since their last outing in November. I headed for Ben Vorlich on the south shore of Loch Earn, a hill I’ve climbed before but which I knew would give my legs the stretch they were needing if I want to get out in the hills again.

It was busy, and I didn’t get the sense of silence and solitude that I was craving but I did get a good walk and the views at the top were worth it. On my way back down to the car I was reflecting on the idea of journeys.

That one journey up the hill and down again was just one small part of the bigger journey of my life…even the journey of that day. And many had shared the journey that day, as we passed each other on the path, I didn’t know any of them, but as our paths crossed again and again we came to recognise one another, there was the man and his teenage daughter who hadn’t done a munro before, there was the group of noisy students who set out just ahead of us and made good progress up the hill, there was the multiple family group who set out behind us, and who reached the top just as we were going down, and there was the dad with 2 wee boys who passed us, then we passed them, then they passed us and we passed them, who took their time and slowly step by encouraging step were almost at the top when we passed them again for the last time on the path. Journeys which intermingled and paths which were shared for that moment only.

In the book of Ecclesiastes we find these words…

“Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.”

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 NLT Wise words!

Think of how many people have been part of your journey over your life, how many were only part of it for a short time, but have remained in your memory? Or who crossed your path only once but taught you something in the process?

Think of all of those who have been part of your journey. Who have made the most lasting impact? Who has encouraged you?

Who have kept you warm, who have picked you up when you’ve fallen?

Why not give God thanks for them now? For their encouragements, for their companionship, for their love and support.

Father,

As we journey through the days and years of our lives, We share our paths with others, Some only for a short time, Others for a longer time. We thank you for all of those who cross our paths, And particularly for those who journey beside us. Those whose days and lives are intertwined with ours. Thank you for their friendship, their companionship, And may we find the words to tell them what they mean to us, and not take them for granted. May they truly know the blessing that they are to us.

In Jesus name, Amen.

Amanda

Old Kirk