We have a new neighbouring vicar. She is called Jayne Ward, and was licensed this evening at St Andrew’s Cleveleys by Bishop Geoff, followed by Designer CupCakes. I had one that looked like an ice cream.
St Andrew’s is the parish next to ours, but it is in the next Deanery. We belong to Blackpool, it belongs to Fleetwood, Thornton and Poulton. It’s a bit like crossing the border into Wales, though they do speak English there.
The way we organise things might look good from above, but seems a little strange on the ground. A bit like those adverts they paint on Rugby grounds. They are perfectly in proportion when viewed from the angles camera on top of the stand, but oblique and distorted when you walk round it on the field.
Cleveleys, indeed all other churches, are not foreign territory, but where our God is expected to be worshipped and glorified. Where he is King, Grace-bringer and Saviour. Let’s get that reality out of God’s DropBox (see yesterday) and bring it on, in church and city, county and country.
PS We ate the Designer CupCakes – they weren’t the things that Geoff went on to license. Just in case you were wondering.