Saturday, 20th February, 2010
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; I have a goodly heritage, Psalm 16 v.6
It was one of those amazing mornings; blue skies, sun shining, snow on the ground and for once Tallulah, our rescued Irish Greyhound, felt like going further than around Wooler common. She gamely walked with me as we ventured up into the foothills of the Cheviots and reached a height whereby we were able to look over Glendale and Milfield plain. Wooler, the Market town nestling below us, the panorama of hills and valleys, woodlands, fields, hedgerows just beginning to show the signs of spring breaking forth from the winter. It was one of those ‘good to be alive’ moments. Paradoxically, of course, my mind was still occupied with the thoughts associated with grieving the loss of my parents. I look out to the coast and towards Chatton and the Mill House that they lovingly restored and where their famous hospitality touched the many that passed through their doors. It was they who brought me to this place as a child.
Whilst I travel extensively, I am always glad to return home; to this land, to this county where I was born, to this place where I was first called to ministry and where hopefully, within the next two weeks, a vision that I had for a missional initiative in Glendale will be realised.
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