Each school day morning I arrive in a village with my children before any other family. We park, we chat, we pass around the tic-tacs (another story), then walk down to the school gate where we watch the traffic pass by and the rest of the families arrive. It is a time I cherish, a time to share and a time to pray, and so I do.
Last week I met with the DDO for the first time. For those not familiar with Church of England jargon that’s the Diocesan Director of Ordinands, a person that the local bishop has chosen to oversee the selection and training of people called to ordination. It was a meeting that would initially bring peace but not for long. Continue reading