The month of January has brought with it a new arrival to the parish where I serve --- the congregation has a Vicar (student intern). The Vicar will be here for a whole year. It is a wonderful opportunity for the parish and the community.
This said, the supervisor ---that's me--- has had to do a bit of journelling, feeling everything but the kitchen sink: apprehension, questioning ability, wondering what to pass on, jealous, privileged, excited, creative ideas galour...
Intersting today, the Vicar preached for the first time in this setting. I was nervous as a mother, wanting everything to go great. The Vicar is a good preacher.
This experience is already teaching me more about myself and stretching me. I particularly apprectiate the difference of cadence, the new word patterns and gestures, the possibility of what will happen to me, to us, to the community.
Thanks be to God for a journey just begun.
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