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Curate’s Curios (No.37/2020)

17th September 2020

 

 

 

 

Dear friends,

I was not permitted to take on a paper round when I was a child, even though I had attained 99% on my cycling proficiency test and nagged and pleaded, my mother did not feel it was safe enough to let her child go cycling around the streets of Tottenham at 5.30am – to her it was just too risky.    I of course understood her fears when I grew older, and I empathise with all of you who are having to let go of a loved one – whatever that looks like for you and your household – it could be the ending of relationship or a child leaving home as they start university.

During this pandemic,  we encounter risk whatever choices we make;  there are risks to venturing out to the shops or school or our place of work – of contracting the virus of course, but also the risk of experiencing how much the virus has changed how we live, work, worship and socialise.  There are also risks to staying at home and shielding – to our physical health and also to our mental health caused by isolation or loneliness.

Not everyone has someone in their life who cares about or worries about them, but there are certain moments in our lives when we will have to let go – only you know what you need to let go of today and only you can assess the risks of doing so.  As Christians, we are urged to ‘Never Lose Hope in the Mercy of God[1]’ and it is worth reminding ourselves of this regularly as we figure out and reconfigure how to live our lives during these strange and challenging times.

As your curate, I finally got my ‘paper round’ and am thoroughly enjoying being able to share with Fr Bruce the delivery of the weekly sheet and church news to parishioners who are not able to access resources online.   Part of my route is on Wolsey Road and I hadn’t realised how steep an incline I had climbed until my return journey back down to Crouch End.  That first day I was incredibly cautious descending but now (and please don’t tell the Rector) sometimes I allow myself to let go by taking my feet off the pedals and enjoy the feeling of freewheeling down the hill, even sometimes emitting a joyful ‘weeeeeeeee’ just like the little piggy who was pleased to be going home.

Whether we go to the market (or the Broadway), whether we stay at home, whether we are fortunate to have enough to eat or are experiencing food poverty, when it is time to make our way home (family home, spiritual home or that final journey home to that place in our Father’s house where Jesus has prepared a place for us) there is a gift of grace and freedom and peace to be had if you are able to let go and put your anxieties, troubles and doubts aside and give yourself permission to rest in the love and mercy of God.

With my prayers,

Mitzi

[1] Chapter 4 of the Rule of St Benedict

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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