Today I went to Sleaford. It is a little bit of my history. I felt that part of this sabbatical pilgrimage thing should be to revisit the significant places of my journey over these 40 years of ministry and 62 years of living.





I am still questioning the value of this exercise yet I feel I should do it. Lines from Omar Kyam spring to mind; The moving finger writes and having writ moves on, Nor all thy piety or wit can lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.


So what's the point of revisiting the past. Well, I guess it's about evaluation. Did I read the writing accurately? Did I respond to it appropriately? Was I moved by the moving finger? What else to be learned?





So Sleaford, from where I took off to Bible College. It's a slow paced and picturesque Lincolnshire town that was my home for a while. Today I visited my Mum's grave. It took me while to find it. It must be 7 years since I was there. She died at 55 and would have been 90 if she had lived. 35 years have gone but her spiritual legacy remains. She was a Christian activist. She was never caught off guard because she was never on guard in the first place! She was a person of strong faith, real prayer and with an irrepressible sense of humour.

I prayed in the beautiful 12th century Church of St. Denys in Sleaford market place. It was a day for thanksgiving, a good day.