On my ministry training we went through the experience of writing a funeral for a peer... which of course meant ours too was written by a peer. It was a strange thing to consult on my own funeral and required some level of acceptance of death. It brought up a lot for me... not least that as a society we've made death the enemy. I engaged my whole family in the process and we had lots of conversations about various aspects of my death and funeral, from how I wanted the time o

A day in the life of an interfaith minister... So many people I speak to about interfaith ministry see it as ceremony work... marking transitions, particularly marriage and death, but it feels so much more than that. I feel it permeates so much of my life so I've decided to write some 'day in the life of' posts to see if I can paint a picture... So, today started, like most days, with putting on my ruby ring and speaking aloud the vow I took at ordination last July and thus

Usually on New Years Eve or maybe the day before, we go for a walk as a family and talk about the year we're leaving. Last year I have a feeling we did it indoors, in Fort William, at the TravelLodge, as I remember we labelled the floor Jan to Dec and 'walked through' the year together. This year we managed an actual outdoor walk. We went through the months remembering what'd happened... the highs... the lows... the achievements... the challenges... the places we've been...