Jenny and I met and became friends in our first week at Cambridge. One thing we had in common was an interest in matters spiritual. Within a term, we had both committed to Christianity. The slightly older student who led us to the Lord later moved on to devote herself to Feng Shui, but we have both stayed on the path.
We live in different parts of the
country now and see each other together with our respective families at the
annual Greenbelt festival, capturing a freeze-frame vision of one another’s
lives.
Jenny has grown via a number of roles
to flower at last as a priest in the church of England and her ordination was
this Saturday near Manchester.
It was very important to be there
but also a really long way to travel.
With Annabel (the erstwhile
bridesmaid of both Jenny and I) riding shotgun, Nigel drove us all three hours
each way. (I did offer, but he prefers to drive.)
It was a great service with the
sermon delivered, confusingly, by an arch deacon whose surname was Bishop.
Apparently he is soon to become a bishop. Bishop Bishop.
The sermon was encouraging, the
hymns excellent, and the church welcoming. But the thing that most justified
our long drive was the beam on Jenny's face.
And it's a smile which will go on
to bless the lucky church at Bollington where she is to be curate.
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