I don’t exactly go to the gym in order to have a break from the parish … which is just as well, because it would be a sad failure!
Today one church member ambled in when I was busy on the exercise bike and greeted me affectionately.
I remembered I needed to have a conversation with her about something … so when she was on her bike we had a natter, and took some Executive Decisions :))
Then I just missed a bus home on my way out of the gym – darn. I knew I would have to wait at least 15 minutes so decided to walk home instead. As I reached my own road I saw another church member across the road, who waved to me. I went over and discovered she was in bits – an appalling situation at home, which necessitated her moving out immediately with her two little children and going to live with a friend of her mother’s until she could be rehoused. She needed to speak urgently to Hub … but when?
I took her home and left her in conclave with Hub and our community minister, let in the United Reformed Church minister who comes and ‘does’ for us when we need a URC Communion, and started making various teas and coffees for the assorted riff-raff.
Hub segued from pastoral crisis to ministers’ meeting to another meeting while I caught up with some of the work I landed myself with from our staff meeting this morning.
Ugh. Meetings. Hate them but can’t do without them.
But it occurred to me. If I hadn’t missed the bus, I wouldn’t have met the mum in trouble, and wouldn’t have been able to offer some support and help.
I have a friend who doesn’t talk about coincidences. She calls them Godincidences.