Early mornings

I am not a morning person. I’m not as much of a night-owl as I used to be either, but I’ve never been, nor do I think I will ever be, a lark. That’s not to say that I can’t get myself out of bed early in the morning if I have to, just that I really don’t like doing it and do find it uncomfortable to do so sometimes. Of course, as a Preacher, and in future as a Minister, early mornings are part and parcel of the job-description. And I will admit that on Sunday I was very glad that they are.

Sunday just past saw me preaching out in the Fens, at a little village Methodist church that was close to retirement, with just a handful of older ladies in the congregation, until they changed to a cafe-style church with a service time of 9.30am. “9.30?” I hear you say, “That’s not early!” Well, no it isn’t, but the Fens are a good 45 minutes drive north from Cambridge, I like to arrive at the church I’m preaching at 30 minutes before the service starts, and of course the weather meant that I wanted to leave extra time as I had no idea of what the roads out in the Fens would be like. As it was, the Fens had had less snow than Cambridge, and driving in the city centre was more hazardous than the country roads. They had had some snow though, and it was for that reason that I was left feeling incredibly privileged to be up early on Sunday. The views were truly stunning. It seems odd to many people, including myself sometimes, to think of there being amazing views in a place as flat as the Fens, but on Sunday morning, with a light covering of snow, the trees and buildings frost-covered where they weren’t snow-covered, and with a pale, hazy, watercolour-esque sunlight, the Fens were a sight to behold.

I’d taken my camera with me and stopped to take photos on my way there and on my way back. At one point on my way there a car stopped and the driver asked me what I’d seen, thinking I had spotted one of the rare birds that live on the Fens. “Just the beautiful views,” I replied. “Yes, they are rather,” he replied, “enjoy the rest of your day.” And with that he drove off. And I did enjoy the rest of my day.

I am constantly amazed at where I am in my life at the moment, but never have I felt so privileged to have a role that requires me to get out of my comfort-zone and go out into the world early in the morning!

Travel well (should the current weather allow you to travel at all!),

The Nomad

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About MendipNomad

I'm a nomad both physically and denominationally, but I'll always call the Mendips home. Currently a Methodist Presbyter (Minister) in Cornwall. I love sport, film, tv, socialising, politics (both US and British), and, yes, being part of the church.
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