It’s easy to lose track of days. I’ve spent the last 24 hours [apart from time for sleep] with our Mission and Ministry Board. Churches make decisions in funny ways – bit of passion, bit of policy, bit of precedent and [since I like alliteration] maybe even a bit of predestination. But we’ve been trying to find a measured way of deciding what we need to decide – if, that is, we know what it is that we are trying to decide about. I sometimes think that things may just have been easier when I wasn’t around here. People were very patient and persevering and we plodded forward together.
I then moved on to joust with a journalist. That’s become a fairly regular part of my life. It’s part of our attempt to place our church in the ‘public square’ and I think that’s important. Always sexuality and the Anglican Communion. It’s hard to get attention for anything about mission and growth. I’m still waiting to use the line which I learnt in media training in the USA – when all else fails you say, ‘Let me tell you what I’m really passionate about’ But I am learning to recognise when the journalist is trying to shape our conversation into a headline. It’s when they ask three times, ‘Would you welcome …?’ or ‘Would you say then that .. ?’ Our Communications Officer keeps me safe as best she can – I wouldn’t risk doing these without her.
And finally a Reception at the Scottish Parliament to mark the 200th Anniversary of the Bible Society for Scotland. This kind of event is always a useful place for making contacts – and congratulations to the Bible Society for bringing on an actor [didn’t get his name] who did a splendid monologue on the life of William Wilberforce. The event was a triumph of experience over expectation.