Visiting a lady who was born in
I preached at the Anglican church in a small lumber and mill town about an hour outside of
The rector had just been appointed to another parish, so the parishioners were in the process of organizing a congregational meeting with the Archdeacon to discuss their hopes for a new incumbent. One of the ladies asked me in passing, “You are not interested are you?”
I smiled and walked on. I didn’t like to say that to me this town felt very far from anywhere and that I was missing BBC radio so much that I had thought of buying a short wave radio to try to listen to the World Service in the hope of hearing news that was not about the
We travelled on and I thought about the first Europeans who had come to settle in these wide and rugged places. The whole of
The settlers were followed by the churches. Intrepid clergy naively unaware of what dangers lay in wait for them, headed out into the vastness. To leave these shores in those times could often mean never seeing home or family again. The churches made many mistakes and got some things seriously wrong, but no-one could doubt the sincerity of those who left everything behind to go out to share the Good News of Jesus.It took considerable faith to head out into the unknown.
I wondered yesterday where the church should go with the Good News.Perhaps the Canadian vastness would be no longer a challenge but a retreat from a