So, here we are, at the end of another term. It feels quite strange. There’s the feeling that it’s been no time at all since Mrs Nomad, Wee One and I arrived feeling nervous, annoyed, uncertain and excited all at the same time. I genuinely feel like I don’t know where the time has gone, that I can’t believe I’m already about one-third of the way through my time here. At the same time it has all been so intense that it feels like a long time as well: I’ve learnt so much (though there is still so much I have yet to learn as well), I’m starting to really feel at home in Cambridge and have fallen in love with the Fens, I’ve grown in my own devotional life, Wee One has rooted herself so much the we know worry what’s going to happen when we move on at the end of next year, and friendships have started developing that, if properly fed, will hopefully keep me sustained in my ministry all the way to retirement and beyond.
And I can’t mark this moment without reflecting on the events of my previous post. I don’t want to dwell on it too much, but suffice to say that the healing processes amongst the student body began almost immediately, and I can see that it may be that out of the deep pain and hurt a stronger, more unified student body may develop. It is too early to tell for certain, and there is still a great deal of personal pain to be healed first, as much as it ever can be. We move on: slowly, hesitantly, with steps back as well as forward. I will not dwell on it here any longer, though I may, of course, come back to it at a later date.
For now, I wish to end on a far more positive note. As another term ends I have a good weekend to look forward to. Tonight we have our Wesley House End-of-Term Service followed by the NCR’s “End of the Pier Show”, which include a time of fellowship and fun, with a bring and share meal and many of the students showing off their wonderful talents – mine will the rare art of effectively turning pages of music over while others play the piano! Then, tomorrow we have a couple of really good friends visiting for the weekend. I’ve known them both a long a time and their friendship has kept me going through good and difficult times. It will be good to see them, and to share with them something of our life here in Cambridge.
Well, I think that’s all for now – I’m off to fuel up on Westcotian coffee and cake before tackling the housework that needs doing in order to make our flat at least reasonably presentable to both visitors and a babysitter!