4th of July In England isn't a Holiday

Well, it has been a great week with lots of adventures. I spent last week with Ian and Morag Sinclare and was treated like royalty - I enjoyed watching Wimbeldon action with people who love the game - of course I wasn't in the stands but enjoyed the games anyway.

Wednesday I spent at the hospital and found the diversity of the day of a chaplain interesting. I was impressed at the way the Chaplain was working with different departments in the hospital to find ways to provide for spiritual nurture of the patients and their families and the staff of the hospital. He is creative and responsive and has an amazing newsletter each month. I will look forward to reading future copies to enrich my understanding of pastoral care issues related to health and well being.

Friday I had a wonderful day traveling with Walter and Myra Cleeland. They took me to Felixstowe to see the port where thousands of containers are put on ships to travel the world. It was amazing to see the automated systems for moving the containers. Walter worked on one expansion of the docks years ago and it was interesting to hear his take on the expansion since his days.

They then drove me to Saxmunham where my family has Bright roots. My great great grandmother was born in Saxmundham and it was there that the family, a generation before had a jewelry shop that has been in continuous operation since 1769. I did make a purchase there even though my family has long relinquished its ownership. I didn't get the greatest pictures but the current owner was aware of the family and was excited to meet me. She sent me off to the Museum down the road to see the Bright corner. There I saw a clock that was built by my great great great grandfather, Jerome Denny Bright. It was fun to find a whole corner of the museum dedicated to my relatives. The women in the museum were able to tell us where the Congregational church in town was and where the Congregational church in Rendham was as that was where the Brights were members. Thomas Sowter was the pastor in Saxmundham so I saw that church and then Walter whisked me towards Rendham where we found the cemetery with the help of someone from the Church of England. The cemetery had been moved and I couldn't find the stones I was looking for. I looked across the street and noticed that the house looked like an old meeting house. The gate was open and the door was open and a lovely little dog came out barking and scared me half to death. The owner, Rose came out and welcomed me in to see the church that is now her home. The amazing thing about her story was that she grew up in the area and moved to New Zealand and married. She moved back to Suffolk and together they bought the church. Her mother-in-law was reading the church history and realized that her family had donated lots of the money to build the church before they moved to New Zealand. Who would have thought!

Next was a trip back to Saxmundham to find Park Cottage. Jerome Denny Bright lived at Park Cottage and we have stories about him washing up under the pump in the garden. Walter and I knocked on the door and a frail elderly man opened the door. We told him who we were and why we were interested in his home. He invited us in and was delighted to have stories that might help date the house as all the deeds have been lost. It was great to see his eyes sparkle and to look at the home he created that was filled with his art and music. I am so glad to have met him. I am so amazed at how searching for family stories has opened so many doors.

After Saxmundam we drove to Alburgh and Southwold to see the Sea. It was great to be at the North Sea and have the cool breeze on a very hot day. We walked along the front and I loved seeing the bathing cottages. These tiny sheds with no water or electricity sell for 10,000 pounds! Add to that the rent for the land and you are talking a pretty penny for a place to store a chair and you swim suit. Evidently they are quite popular and they don't have any trouble selling them - I think the trouble is trying to find one to buy. A refreshing shandy in the pub and a drive through the countryside back to Bury St. Edmunds for a yummy dinner and the end of a fantastic day!

Saturday was spent at Clare Priory for a West Suffolk Group away day. This a time for fellowhsip and spiritual growth for eight small congregations. There were workshops as well as time to enjoy the Priory which was established in 1400 or so. It was lovely setting and the workshops were fun - I actually painted a water color picture and realized that I have not lost the skill I had in 6th grade - haven't improved since then either but... it was for growth not sale so I am ok.

Sunday, the 4th of July was just another day in England, no parades, no fireworks, no hot dogs or apple pie. I survived and shared a worship service with Rev. Mary Playford in Long Melford and then moved house again so that this week, my final one in Bury St. Edmunds is being spent at Rev. Samantha White's home. Worship prep and another strawberry tea this week but I think I will manage.

Preaching and school

I preached on Sunday to a small but wonderful congregation. I have to admit that I did cry a bit before I could begin the sermon. I was really overwhelmed standing where Thomas Sowter had stood - to preach to people who are also decedents of his faith - it was a moment I won't forget easily. The picture here was taken after the service and isn't in perfect focus but - it is a memory nevertheless.

I moved house on Sunday to the Sinclar's and I am well taken care of and even have fresh homemade cookies by my bed in case I get hungry in the middle of the night. That is highly unlikely as the lunch and tea are delightful. Tomorrow night will find lots of guest for a soup and stories night. Should be fun.

This week finds me in lots of different ministry settings - the local church here in Bury St. Edmunds, an Anglican/URC congregation in Wittlesford and in at a local school "Church Day" in Duxford. It continues to interest me to see the different way that school and church are connected. Today the children had 3 different workshops and a trip to the local redundant Anglican church that is on the historical registry but not used as a local house of worship. It was built in the year 1100 and there is graffiti from 1636! Some things sadly never change.

When Rev. Whitehead enquires with families about why they don't go to church the response she gets is that the children get the stories in school. Families do tend to go to church on Christmas Eve and her congregation swells from the normal 20 to 250! She was quite surprised the first year but looks at is a way to at least have some connection with the larger community.

Tomorrow I am off to the local hospital to spend the day with the Chaplin so again I will be learning something new. I am very thankful for all the work that the folks here have done to make my learning experience so diverse.

French Connection

Well, today is my last day at the French household and I have to say that moving house will be fine but sad too. I have really enjoyed my time and will miss the constant contact with such a vibrant and fun family. I have really felt right at home and when one is as far from home as I am, for as long as I am, this is a true blessing.

I spent this morning at a coffee morning in Long Melford - the village with the longest High Street in Europe - nearly 2 miles long. Thomas Sowter would have been at this church on occassion and so I had to take pictures after I had visited with a number of the current members of the congregation. At one moment I was on the threshold of the church with the sun on my back and the smells of an old church and fresh privitt wafting about me. I was in so many places in my personal history - connected three generations back to Thomas and to his grand daughter through the house she bought in Southampton NY where privitt blooms all year round in my mind.

This afternoon, after a wonderful picnic in the garden John and Ben French took me to Rattelsden Gliding Club. It is located on the airfield that my father flew from in 1944 with the 447 Bomb Group. I was able to visit the tower and see the book that had his picture, (bottom row second from the left) name and flight information in it. Needless to say this was another full day in Suffolk.

Off to finish my sermon preparation.....

show and tell

What a great week of learning and visiting. It is interesting for me that the church and school connections are significantly different than in the States. Here many pastors go to local state run schools ("public schools" here are private) and do assembly where they talk about God, Jesus and the Bible. I believe other faiths are also invited but I can't say that for sure. I went with Rev. Samantha White, my main host, to a school for the severely handicapped to do an assembly on the wonders of summer. It was interesting to hear from her how she has learned to make the assemblies very multi-sensory as there are children who cannot see and or relate to visual or auditory cues in a more traditional way. I was so privileged to be able to join her as we passed around fresh strawberries to taste, herbs to touch and smell, pine cones to touch and roses to see and smell. There were moments when the children were waiting patiently and there was an unusual hush across the room. Some children were not able to engage except with their sense of smell. It was wonderful to see their bodies relax ever so slightly when they breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful summer rose. God's miracles speak directly to the heart.

Tuesday I was show and tell at Rona's school. In the past she has brought many a pet as show and tell so the teacher wondered if I would show up in a cage. Thankfully I was able to walk to school and then shared where I was from as well as a Native American story. I always enjoy the opportunity to tell a story and I am thankful for the opportunity.

Around here, well throughout Suffolk, there are many houses that are painted pink - Suffolk Pink to be exact. The house I am staying in is Suffolk Pink both inside and out - I had fun painting Rona's room pink - only two walls though to balance all that color - She loves it and we will have all the details together by the time I leave on Sunday to move to another host family. The family has decided to seriously consider moving and so the push is on to prep the house for an estate agent. There is lots to do but significant energy and desire so I think it will happen. The challenge will be maintaining the preparation with three kids and two dogs in the house at the same time. I truly wish them the best of luck.

Today I spent the day in Sudbury so that I could get my picture taken for the local free paper. They wanted a picture of me with the photo of my great grandfather as the Church Secretary had provided a story about my family connection. I will be interested to see if it makes the paper at all and if so what the article actually says. How fun. Here are the doors of the church and the sign outside - pretty cool!

No Doubting Thomas

Here is the man responsible for my trip - Thomas Sowter. This is the picture from when he was in the Sudbury church, a young father but showing the signs of the stresses of ministry as it appears that his hair is white already (note to self - take stock in Loreal hair color). Throughout this trip I have been so blessed to be able to explore my family history and see how lives of faith have transformed not only their own generation, but generations after them. I have also had the opportunity to meet and learn from a wide variety of clergy and have gained what I can only believe will be valuable insights that will shape my ministry. Thomas did not doubt his faith and because of his witness, neither will I.

I saw the Tiptree church with one of its most recent pastors. It was an interesting place and I wish I had time to go to the Essex County Records Office to explore the congregational records but that will have to wait for another day. What I did learn was that during Thomas' pastorate they had prayer meetings that drew 200-300 people a week. They were praying for discernment and empowerment by the Holy Spirit. How amazing and inspirational. This challenges me then, to go back to the Suffolk County Records office and get the congregational minutes from the time Thomas was in Sudbury. It will be interesting to see if the issues the congergation was dealing with are similar or radically different than today. My guess at this point is that they will be very similar - economics, a rapidly changing world, family and community disagreements, how to help the poor (there were poorhouses in those days instead of any kind of welfare), education and transportation... it will be interesting.

Here is the Congregational Church (door) in Stansfield which I believe is was Thomas' second pastorate.

This is the Sudbury Church where I will preach - fortunately the raised pulpit was added after his time and I don't feel obligated to use it.

The final picture is the Tiptree Congregational Church where my great grandfather Eustace was born (he was born in the manse, not the church but you get the idea).

A Day in Bury St. Edmunds

I am having a great time here in Bury St. Edmunds. I have begun to realize that my family roots are quite strong here and have actually been spending time in the Suffolk County Records Office more than in the Abbey Gardens on a sunny day, which I think might be a sin but.... I am glad for forgiveness. I have discovered a few more layers of family and have even connected with a second-cousin once removed or something like that in Australia. This could be very interesting.

I also talked to people in a local antique store to discover a few little tidbits about the Bright family (yes they were bright - remember I am related but they were also named Bright). I also had an interesting conversation about the practice of many English people to attend church for christenings, weddings and funerals and nothing in between. I also learned that my great great grandfather had 4 churches, not 2. Back a the Records office for a second day I think I found another layer of my Sowter family so things are going well.

Yesterday was prayer service and coffee at the Whiting Street Church here in Bury and then a walk around town on market day. This is a great market town with markets on Wednesday and Saturday year round. I was amazed at what was on sale - free range eggs, local cheese, brooms and needles, batteries and undies and you name it. I really enjoyed looking around and picking up some eggs and rhubarb for the family I am staying with.

My church work today consisted of riding through the countryside of Suffolk to four churches with a local pastor who has responsibility for all at 75% time. Some of the congregations are only 3-4 members but they are still opened. It is interesting and was great to hear his call story and how he balances all the demands on his time and continues to serve the congregations. He will retire in a year and it will be interesting to see how the denomination works with these tiny congregations. He was also very kind and drove me past the church in Stansfield that Thomas Sowter pastored for a brief time.

Tomorrow I will go to Tiptree where my great grandfather Eustace Sowter was born and see the church Thomas worked in and hopefully the manse that Eustace was born in. The folks there have been warned I am coming and I believe they will share whatever they have that might be of interest to me. I also hope to get some wonderful jam.

Too Amazing!

This was an amazing day but first.... I finished up my first month in Oxford in a happy way - at Gay Pride. As I mentioned before the congregation in Oxford has a wonderful ministry to the LGBT community and on Saturday there was a parade and festival as the culmination of PrideFest. It was fun to see the table for FirstSunday proudly displayed and the congregation's ministry being recognized and consistently engaged with the community. The entertainment was fun and the weather fair. I ended the evening at the Reading Gay Choir's spring performance and have to say I think it was more enjoyable than watching the England vs. USA World Cup match - England is very much looking forward to Friday to have a little stronger showing and the flags are flying here in support.

Sunday I took the bus across the country to Cambridge and was deposited on Parkside Bus stop which was, low and behold, along side a park! There was a festival going on so I lugged my suitcase across the field and had an elderflower presse drink (Lovely and so much like in the books I am reading) and some Thai food amongst the families having fun. I was collected by the pastor I will be working with for this month, Samantha White. I am staying with John and Jo French and their three children and two dogs and two rabbits. It is fun but I am led to believe a bit quieter than normal as the boys are off the Devon coast sailing for the week. I am happy to have five year old Rona as my housemate. We get along smashingly.

Monday began with a trip to the North Sea in Brightlingsea for an ecumenical clergy meeting. The conversation focused on safe sanctuary issues and requirements for background checks for people in churches. I have dealt with this issue for a number of years and was able to share a little but their current frustration is in understanding the forms that have come from Church House so.... I was quiet. After meeting for a while we moved to the Scooby Snax fish 'n chips restaurant where I had, rather tried to eat a medium portion of plaike fish. My 88 year old seat mate devoured all of his! After returning to Bury St. Edmunds I walked around the town and took a few pictures -actually more than 100 but who is counting with a digital camera.

This morning was off to Sudbury where amazing things happened. We were there for a magazine (newsletter) meeting and in conversation after the meeting I mentioned that my great-great grandfather, Thomas Sowter had been a congregational minister in Sudbury in the 1860's. Low and behold I was in the very church that he served!!!! One of the members took me to the 'history' corner and there was his picture!!! It was taken off the wall and presented to me to keep. I will preach in Sudbury, in the very same pulpit on June 27! I get quite choked up thinking about it and realizing that when I got the contact with Bury St. Edmunds never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would have the opportunity to come, 149 years later, and preach in the same pulpit. I am beside myself. I will have the opportunity while I am here to explore his life and times and really get to know and share in the history of the church in Suffolk and, well.... I am overwhelmed at the grace of God!!! The picture here is of the Pulpit area in Christ Church in Sudbury! Imagine me there in a few short days.