This is the second blog I’ve written about my weekend, but
decided after writing 429 words in the previous one that I wasn’t happy with it
so here is Mark II.
I spent this weekend with 35 other members of the Methodist
Women in Britain (MWiB) Connexional Forum.
The forum is made up of a rep from every District, the five executive
members (Pres, VP, communications, finance and recourses and Area pres), a
representative from Women’s World Day of Prayer (for England and Wales –
apparently Scotland is different) and - as of Sunday when we changed the
constitution the Helen Kim Memorial Scholar – me! I’ve been going to the
previous forums as a non-voting member.
There was much business to be done and if you would like to
know about that then please ask and I can let you know, but I’m not going to
focus on that. However a piece of business that I was looking forward to was
the social media policy – and when this was agreed it meant I was allowed to
tweet during the sessions.
As well as business the important part of our time together
is that of worship. We started and ended
our time together with worship – well that's not totally true, it was lunch,
but you know. The theme of all opening and closing worship as well as evening
(which I led) and morning prayers was ‘When words are not enough’
My original blog went into detail about how this was done,
but I hope you understand why I have taken this out. There is something about
being a part of forum, a powerful group of women who are all very different
from all across the Methodist Church in Great Britain. This was our fourth
meeting and despite there being some substitutes and new faces we are still
bonded as a group. So even if I had their permission to share the stories here
I don’t think I would want to, as its special. The time together, the care for
each other. We laugh and we cry together.
I would always hope that worship is about sharing our lives
with each other as well as with God. In that time and in that place. So I
probably could tell you of the garden shown one morning, but it wouldn’t mean
as much as you don’t know the gardener.
I usually write about my story, but I don’t think there is
just a my story. My life is so intertwined with others. Even more so with technology now a days.
Writing this is finding a balance between sharing who I am, and not sharing too
much of others.
I will however tell you about the final song we sung (496 from singing the faith) which I fell in
love with the chorus –
“All around
us we have known you,
All creation
lives to hold you.
In our
living and our dying
We are bring
you to birth”
Bernadette
Farrell (b.1957)
So I join
with the other women of the movement, as we join with the rest of our church,
are other Christian sisters and brothers across the world and with all creation
to live to hold God.
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