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Date: 04 November 2007 22:11:03
As many of you know, I had the great privilege to grow up worshipping at an ecumenical church. When I was confirmed at the age of 15, it was into the Baptist Church, the Church of England, the Methodist Church, the Society of Friends and the United Reformed Church. I feel a tangent coming on, so I'll resist and save my ecclesiological musings for another day. Suffice it to say that I was in my twenties before I decided I was an Anglican. But I just love it. My particular reason this week has been getting the material for Sunday School this All Saints' morning, and finding that we got to tell the story of St Columba, which apparently includes a legend* that he saved a monk from being eaten by the Loch Ness Monster! How cool is that!
*Yes, a legend. We haven't been telling the kids that Nessie is the Biblical Leviathan or anything. We libruls aren't really hereticks, y'know.
So, after we'd drawn some pictures, we wrote prayers. Leaders as well. This is why, on the wall in the Sunday School room at our church, there is a rather artistically-challenged portrait of the Loch Ness Monster and, on the back, it says words to the effect of 'Lord, thank you for calling me to be a saint. Help me to stand against the monsters'.
I'm aware of a few things in my life right now that seem huge and overwhelming, and I'm frustrated that they're going to take effort and courage to sort out. I'm not good at those things. But I heard there's some armour around here somewhere ...