I go to dine with the Old Leighans on Friday. I won’t need to dry clean the dress suit, as its minimal use means it is always in pristine condition.
This will be a first for me, but the Old Leighans have probably been going since the ark.
Me and my friends were one of the last few intakes at Leigh Boys’ Grammar School, and it’s the old boys of that time-honoured establishment that will be meeting to dine.
There are about six of us who have stayed in touch, and it is a new venture for all of us to step back into the past in this way.
None of us are romantically attached to our school days, but they are part of us. It will be interesting to see the form of the glue that keeps folk returning to the past in this way. And to see what sticks with us.
The PCC met to pray this evening. It is how we rounded a year off this time. Next time we meet is the AGM. I’ve been on PCC for over three years now, some have served longer, some less. This evening we all experienced glue that binds us together, and enabled us to think, speak and pray sympathetically.
It’s a glue you can’t buy in a shop, or even develop through shared experience. This was something of the unity that comes from being open to the work of the Holy Spirit. It’s not an old, nostalgic or romantic glue. It’s a kind of hold-your-breath together glue, experienced in the moment, and sustained by listening and grace.
Sharing something like that makes you feel you’ve been together for years.
I suspect Friday will show very clearly we’ve been apart for decades.