Outside, it is still June; summer or even flaming summer in this week’s weather. Not all seasons are meteorological though. Today saw my last service as worship pastor at ASTAD after the best part of five years service in that post. Over the last year or more I have sensed my season in that role coming to an end and it is time to put my coracle back on the open water and see where the Holy Spirit leads me. That’s how I came to this place at the end of the summer in 2019 so perhaps it is fitting that is also how I move on.
I don’t know exactly what comes next. Ideal for me would be a part time job within easy reach of home, still with plenty of time for music, gardening and walking on a journey of Christian maturity that brings others along too. I’m not planning to uproot and move elsewhere. There is the freedom that could happen but also the blessed freedom that I don’t need to rush into a hasty decision but give thanks for each day as it comes.
At a time like this, it is easier to be aware of the liminality of our relationship to the world around us and that is not something to be taken for granted.