Tag: Visiting

  • Sneaking in the front door

    For various reasons, my first Sunday in my third placement isn’t until next week. I have had a couple of very fruitful meetings with my supervisor, so I have, in a sense, already started – just not been there on a Sunday yet. Until today, when I decided to go along to get a pew-side […]

  • And then there were two

    I visited the last of my four potential probation churches today and I’m now certain I have my two out of the four. What’s no longer certain is which of the two is my preferred choice. Today’s church was pretty local (a big plus in its favour) and the minister is someone I know fairly […]

  • Number three

    It was a visit to the third possible probation placement church today. This was my ‘wild card’ one but it’s also the one I’ve been feeling drawn to. It was odd sitting in the nearby car park and feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation. What if I had created a ‘fantasy’ of what it […]

  • Two down

    I visited the second of my prospective probation churches today. A little bit further afield but perfectly do-able from my home. This one was very different from the first. More traditional but nevertheless keeping up with the times in many ways. Again it had a good age profile and everyone was very friendly. I felt […]

  • Decisions

    It’s nice to be back home after my stint in Brussels. I have a week or so before the business of university kicks in and my next placement doesn’t start until the middle of October. In the meantime though I have to visit four churches will be potential probationary churches. The first was today. It’s […]

  • Last laps

    I was going through my diary for the next wee while and realised that many of the items appearing on the horizon are after my placement in Brussels. Twelve weeks, a time that seemed so long before the placement, has simply flown past. I also realised that I haven’t blogged for a while but that’s […]

  • Deja vu

    One of the things you notice when you visit people is that you will often hear the same stories on subsequent visits. With many people you’ll get a ‘but I’ve told you this before’ comment, but what happens when it’s someone whose memory isn’t what it once was? My supervisor asked me the question a […]