Robert Mackley: I had been warned that aspects
of a vicar's life were like shovelling the proverbial, but it was
none the less a surprise to find that to be literally true within
18 months of my induction.
Diary: WHEN I see nuns on the screen, I often
feel embarrassed, and wonder whether others in the audience have
spotted that I am in a habit.
Jonathan Boardman: I WAS 16 years old and
revising for O levels when I first encountered it being broadcast
as the Book at Bedtime under the translated
title "The Lost Domain". Henri Alain-Fournier's 1913
novel Le Grand Meaulnes has in some sense held
me in thrall ever since.
Alan Wilson: ALDOUS HUXLEY, the 50th
anniversary of whose death falls next week, once said: "Of all the
worn, smudged, dog-eared words in our vocabulary, 'love' is surely
the grubbiest, smelliest, slimiest." But I sometimes wonder whether
"community" isn't close behind.
Diary: At six o'clock next morning, we are
at the cathedral for mass. This is not a C of E service. No one
fidgets. No one natters to his or her neighbour. No one rummages in
a bag. Here are people who know how to wait on God.
Canon David Winter: IT WAS not until I
checked my diary that I realised that on the past 14 Sundays I have
ministered in ten different churches. That, I suppose, is what I
should have expected as an "active" retired priest in a rural
Diary: Occasionally, people ask me, with an
earnest intensity, why I became a priest; I usually smile sweetly,
and blithely reply: "Because I like the dressing-up" - which is not
Diary: WHEN the new Priest-in-Charge
of St Benet and All Saints, Kentish Town, London, the Revd Peter
Anthony, and his pastoral assistant, Euan Grant, locked up the
church one Sunday evening, they did not notice that a visitor was
Diary: RECEIVING the gift of a deacon is a
funny thing, because it takes you right back to your own
ordination. I was made a deacon ten years ago this year, and so a
decade would be a reasonable time after which to do a little
reflection anyway, without a freshly minted assistant curate to
prompt my introspection.
Diary: IN OUR community we have just
experienced what is now a rare celebration: our newest arrival has
passed from being a postulant (someone asking for admission) to
being a novice (a new member).
Diary: My hunch is that the Spirit is
saying something just a little ironic to the churches. Do not pray
for growth if you are not welcoming of the inhabitants of the