Fearing not I became my enemy the moment that I preached

I haven’t written here for a long time.

A lot has happened, conferences and the meeting of the new Bishop, workshops and ponderings on the Holy Spirit and Revelation. Looming assignments and reoccurring thoughts.

A couple of weeks ago I recieved several emails from people asking why I have not written on my blog about the controversies here and there over women and ordination. I have thought about this long and hard. You see in truth I have written many postings on this. However they all sit dusty in the edit file of my blog unpublished and full of pain and anger.

The other night I heard this saying from I think an old Bob Dylan song which summed up in a small way why I have not entered the debate on line.

“Fearing not I became my enemy the moment that I preached”

You see it is not that I am not passionate about woman’s ordination but that the tactics and bruising that occurs to all of us when we enter into debate without first dealing with our own pain and sorrow and indeed without building enough of a relationship with those whom we are to speak with over this leads us…leads me… to a place where there is potential for harm rather than healing for division rather than discussion.

For those of you who think me weak in this stance, fair enough maybe you are more robust than I, yet it is easy to spit out faceless posts in such a forum without a sense of responisbility or consideration for those who may read it and indeed I would say to sit... really sit with this and pray is both essential and indeed profoundly uncomfortable. And indeed in no way the easy way.

My apologese for any spelling errors but I have yet to find a real life person who can sit and look at this with me and tell me why my image icons my spell check icons etc have disapeared.

Prayers and Blessings

Meg in the wind