The study in the vicarage is where I do most of what is my work while at home. It is also a storage room, where things that don’t belong anywhere else have permission to come. As I look around, everything has a story.
The silent cuckoo clock (though it does work). I never had clocks in the house when I started work as young man, or many ornaments or knick knacks. The cuckoo clock was an engagement present from my parents, because I’d shown an interest in one once, and they know my love of mechanisms, and I had a home lacking time-pieces.
The slide projector, rescued for 50p from a Christmas Fair, which subsequently led to me taking slides, and the family ‘magic lantern’ shows that ensued when the 36 pre-paid slides returned from Boots, and we could pictorially review our recent history.
Just think about church like that for a few seconds. A place of people that do belong elsewhere, but have also been collected and find themselves among us. We all have stories, waiting to be told and listened to. Far too valuable to be discarded, though some may not realise it. Some can tell their stories, others need to discover them. Love is the key to the safes. Love is the translator fish in the ear.
Are we ready for the people who are tumbling in, who will probably look out of place, but belong in the ‘study.’ We may need to move some cherished things around so that they have space to have a secure place. That’d be exciting. That is exciting. Kidzone is such an example.
When new people arrive, please take time to listen to their story. Don’t demand it, but offer a patient, unhurried ear. And if you are offered an ear, then offer your story. It may come out in a way you weren’t expecting.
Tidying means finding a place for things, not removing them.