The Curate writes…

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I am writing this, having just got in from a round of golf at Tilgate. I teed off at 6am all alone with the sun just rising and just enough light to see my golf ball.  The next few hours I was alone amongst God’s wonderful creation, with my golf clubs, a small white ball and several deer for company.

I was thinking what I might write in this weeks pew sheet – should I expand upon the need to have healthy doubts, such as Thomas in our Gospel reading, and always be willing to ask ourselves questions so that our faith remains real, open and vibrant. However, as I swung a golf club and then looked for my ball in the woods – my thoughts settled on the enormous challenging picture that our Acts reading offers of the early Church. A place where testimonies were given, there was no envy, there was no need and there was grace upon them all.

What about our Parish? As a family we have found the last year financially challenging as we made the decision that Liz would not seek paid employment in order to support the girls and our ministry in the Parish. This was okay apart from some rather large car bills, but God has blessed us even then – for several anonymous cash gifts arrived that exactly covered the bills. We also received two bags of food goodies at Christmas and a bag of Christmas gifts on our doorstep. This has meant that we have all felt loved, valued and provided for by a loving family – a family that this weekend bids goodbye to Meurig (thank you, Meurig, for all you have done). A family that can at times truly reflect the picture of Church, painted in Acts.

Thank You – the Burstons

The Curate Writes…

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Revd. Steve Burston

What’s the best moment of my life? Was it the birth of my daughters? But,which one? Was it meeting Liz or our Wedding Day? Was it a sporting achievement? Was it my Baptism or even my ordination? The past seems so much better than my today.

How often do we hear it’s not like it used to be –– I also say to people thinking of joining the police – ‘It’s not the Job I joined’ – as I swing the lamp! So are my best moments in life gone?

Or should I look to the future when I have sorted out this or managed to get this thing (Liz see my Christmas List!) to get to the best moment. The reading in Matthew seems to suggest that we are to be constantly watching out to the future – waiting – after all Advent is a season of waiting. So the best moment of my life – past or future?

I want to offer another candidate. The greatest moment of my life is this moment right here. This beat of my heart right now. Why? Not because it’s particularly joyous or memorable, but rather because it’s the only moment I’ve got.

Every past moment is gone – if I live there I lose life. If I live in my future I spend eternity waiting for tomorrow – if I live there I lose life. It’s only in the present moment that I can meet God right here, right now. He’s in my every breath, every person I meet, in the smallest and most ordinary, for He is faithful.

I’m not saying that the past is not important or that we are not to have vision into the future. Rather if we want to encounter God, then we must be attentive and embrace the now of today – for God is closer than we think.