Holy Island – Lindisfarne Quiet Day
A place of history and faith, a place that draws you in to its history.
It’s still a part of history, one which you can be a part of.
I planned to explore the sights and sounds and was not disappointed. So peaceful and relaxed, I even ended up doing a little bit of drawing along with some photography.
My mind was on what has happened over the last year. Being accepted as a Methodist Student Minister and 7 months of study…
This turned my mind to the year to come, this time next year I will be preparing to leave Durham to go where… I don’t know yet.
I was surrounded by a sense of loss…
For the Wesley Study Center tutors who will not have a new intake of students in October.
For the Methodist Student Ministers going into our final year who will be the last to train here in this way.
For the Anglican tutors and students who will miss the presence of the Methodists, in particular the ordinands and student ministers who will cease to train together in such a beautiful city.
My prayer is for the future ordinands and student ministers regardless of where they train, will open themselves to learn and grow together out in parishes and circuits around the country.
At the end of the day we shared evening prayer on the beach. I stood looking out to sea where I noticed we were not alone… At first I thought there were birds in the distance bobbing on the sea, then I realized they were seals.
They came in closer the times we sang, when we started to sing the Taize chant O Lord, hear my prayer… All of a sudden 6 heads popped up together. They were spread out in an arc which mirrored the circle we were stood in.
It felt as though they had come to join us to worship and praise God.
An amazing sight and an amazing day.