What does this picture make you think of?
And no, it doesn’t remind me of the Tardis!
Perhaps you’ve only ever seen one of these magnificent facilities from the outside, and never had the opportunity to use one. For you it is the domain of helmeted site workers, and perhaps a somewhat exotic object.
However, for festival goers, it conjures up all kinds of other memories. It is a place of queuing, an indoor place of privacy in what is essentially an open air bathroom. Hate them or love them, you have to visit them.
They do invoke the memories of ‘roughing it’ – but because you are ‘roughing it’ with so many others, it is a curious shared experience, which makes it a festival not a concert.
Israel’s festivals were like this, involving travelling away to worship together somewhere else. And it worked. They were special times, and looked forward to.
Pehaps we should ask for portaloos for our sojourn to Scargill next year.
I hope you will all consider coming. Even if you’ve been before, this experience will be unique. Scargill is the obvious place to start our church weekends in the time of my ministry among you, because it is in many ways where the last period of this church’s ministry ended. And it seems clear to me that we all need to re-visit to listen to God’s word there, to church and individual.
And just in case you are wondering, it reminds me of Greenbelt, and is a genuine Greenbelt loo of the modern era. A thin place for the Ds.