From the Rector - January 2018

Dear Friends,

As the New Year begins, it is traditional to take up a New Year’s resolution. Attendance at a gym, quitting smoking, reading the Bible cover-to-cover, or not eating chocolate ever again! Whatever it is, I wish you well with your resolve. But if we are honest, we know that so often the New Year resolution has not lasted until the end of January. I would like to suggest that instead of resolving to do something drastic, that we each resolve to do very small things, every day.

It is tempting to wonder if doing small things can really be worth it. What difference can that little thing make? What difference can one person make? Surely it's only a drop in the ocean, so it will not be noticeable. I cannot do much about the big problems in the world, so why should my little actions make a difference? But, the ocean is made up of lots of little tiny drops. And what is more, God works through very small things. I believe that in the same way that God’s weakness is stronger than human strength and God can somehow be more powerfully at work in small things done in faith, than in huge, great big, grand gestures.

So if we hear a simple, trusting prayer of a young child, we can know that God is at work. And God will be in the small things we can do each and every day. Whether it is giving a smile to a stranger in the street, or in the prayer for a relative, that only God hears you say. And God is in the helping hand offered to a neighbour in difficulty, or in the kind word to a stranger that nobody else hears you say.

So as we prepare for all that God has in store for us in 2018 and beyond and for inevitable changes in our church, I suggest we remember some words from the poem ‘God knows’ by Minnie Louise Haskins:

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
"Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
"Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

Yours,

Richard