On the threshold of my annual retreat at the Abbaye Saint Wandrille, reorientating on God and the basics, I’ve been thinking about how we picture faith, and its roots and branches. A fortnight ago I had the great honour and pleasure of helping lead a parish weekend for Prince’s Risborough. It’s always fun to work with the same group of people for more thna a couple of ours at a time. Risborough is facing various transitions, including the need to reorder St Mary’s and to find a new Team Rector.On the weekend we talked through two images of faith; one the coded and densely packed allegorical vision of Jan Vermeer from 1623, and the other more contemporary: I wonder especially what the modern one says about faith as a corporate enterprise, well anchored, but intensely involving and liberating...
I am banged up having my annual reality check at Saint Wandrille, Normandy, until Saturday 08 November. This entry has been preposted. The internet is switched firmly off for the week, and I will be delighted to respond to comments, but only at the weekend.
