Ballydugan Update Letterfinlay, 12 Lake Road, Ballydugan, Downpatrick, BT30 8HY Email: [email protected]
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Ballydugan Update Letterfinlay, 12 Lake Road, Ballydugan, Downpatrick, BT30 8HY email: [email protected] To make an end is to make a beginning T.S. Eliot Dear Friends & Prayer Supporters ~ Greetings from Ballydugan The leaves are turning, the blackberries are well out and the swallows have assembled. Despite blue skies, sun shining and reasonably warm temperatures, autumn is here and we have marked our one year of living in Ireland. Thank you for all who have continued to remember us and pray. Coming here has been a fulfilment of many years of prayer and commitment to this land and its people. Whilst we will for a number of reasons be returning home to Northumberland this autumn [earlier than we’d anticipated] we shall continue to pray, visit, support and work with people and issues that remain an integral part of our calling. Primarily for family and financial reasons we are returning this month We have, as I shared in a previous update, purchased a new home in Wooler on the High Street with all its potential challenges and opportunities. High Street Wooler Back Garden Ireland has for many years been a place of great inspiration, particularly for me. There are aspects of being here that continue to inspire and energise. However, having been a place of inspiration it is also a place of exasperation. 1 As I’ve cited before, it is a very paradoxical place and our experience of being here has seen both the best of times and the worst of times. I pay tribute to my amazing wife Shirley, whose support is unstinting and whose grace and patience is unswerving. For her the year has been one of hard work, physically looking after the laundry connected with the holiday cottages. Much more joyous but nevertheless demanding has been the regular looking after Isaac, our delightful grandson, for two days and latterly one day. His birth three days after we arrived and the opportunities to see him grow and develop has undoubtedly been one of the highlights of our time here and a source of constant pleasure. We shall miss him and his parents greatly and in many ways wish that we might have been around a bit longer for the arrival of their second child in February. We had a wonderful last full day together on Saturday walking up Silent Valley in the Mourne mountains; spectacularly beautiful and a boiling hot tee-shirt and shorts day. Also again for a variety of reasons, some unexpected, others economic, I have also had to spend more time travelling than I would have hoped. 1 day old 1st Birthday What We Will Miss? As well as members of our own family living here in Ireland, we shall greatly miss the friendships that have been established here. There are about a dozen friends in our local area that we have got to know, love and work with and we will miss them tremendously when we return to Wooler. We’ll miss godly friendships with believers from Protestant and Catholic circles. It’s been a privilege and joy to be part of the emergence of the Community of Prayer at Saul. This is the place where Patrick first landed on his return to Ireland as an apostle and we, in seeking to repair the broken altars, rebuild the ancient ruins and raise up the foundations of many generations, have been privileged to be part of a small miracle of grace that has drawn a core group of men and women who come together each Monday night to pray, seek God and intercede for the Downpatrick area. Newcastle Tollymore 2 Celtic cross at Saul Strangford Lough We shall miss County Down: I’ve loved cycling its country lanes in the last couple of months. We shall miss the spectacular view from the front of our house over the lake, beautiful in every season. We will miss Newcastle, a seaside town being rejuvenated with its rebuilt prom, commissioned artwork, ice cream parlour, attractive bay and glorious Mourne mountains backdrop. We shall miss Downpatrick, a largely Nationalist town, for its down to earth catholicity, where our English accents have not dissuaded people in shops, libraries and leisure centres from being anything other than welcoming and helpful. I shall miss regularly preaching at Saul and the Cathedral. I now know the difference between an alb, chausable and stole! habited Mourne Mountains Prayer Cell at Saul I will miss those privileged moments of listening and sharing with individuals on retreat, seeking spiritual direction or mentoring and the opportunity to work with a thriving church leadership team and its dynamic ministry among younger people in Belfast. I shall miss Belfast including its affordable cinemas together with times, all too rare of spending time with Ken and Claire and their delightful children Creative Arts Group Ken, Claire, Danny, Sian & Erin Friends from De Spil, Holland 3 Also the opportunities to go down to Cranfield on the coast to our good friend Stephen’s, cottage. We were there the other night with him and two friends from Birmingham who were on holiday and the meal, the ‘craic’, the walk on the beach between courses, was very special as we watched the lamps of the lighthouse replace that of the setting sun. Cham, Stephen & Kate Cranfield Point I shall greatly miss the opportunity of contributing and supporting individuals working to build community in different contexts in a changing Irish cultural context. And What We Wont Miss As well as the laundry we won’t miss the ‘white blight’ ~ the white bungalows and ostentatious, out of character properties that blot the landscape of this beautiful country. I won’t miss terrible driving. Having driven in fifteen countries throughout Europe, I would have to award some Northern Ireland drivers as the worst I’ve ever encountered. Never have so many cars pulled out in front of me from side roads. I now know why all our car insurances more than doubled when we came to live here. It is has nothing to do with the Troubles but is directly linked to the number of claims made and a terrible rampant litigation culture that is part of the fabric of Northern Ireland society. I won’t miss hearing about disputes between people, often over land and rights issues. I won’t miss people contending rather than communing, confronting rather than building community. I won’t miss the violence that is reported daily in the newspapers and on television. We certainly won’t miss the litter that is thrown out of cars with great regularity, scarring the roads and lanes of this lovely county. Nor will I be sorry to leave behind the scripture text graffiti that is nailed to telegraph poles throughout the countryside, all conveying an image of a nasty God who is out to get you, judge and condemn. If they spelt out the good news of the gospel maybe I wouldn’t feel like tearing them down. Not far from us, strategically placed before an approaching bend, Behold the judgement of the Lord is nigh followed by Prepare to meet thy God on the bend itself! Neither will we miss the flags denoting tribal affinities, staking claim to territories that far from diminishing, have actually multiplied. As economic prosperity has benefited many, giving rise to increased mobility that moves people to set up home in new areas or camps, there is more segregation in Northern Ireland today than during the Troubles. 4 The whole sectarian issue which permeates Northern Ireland’s culture with its roots deep in history is probably the thing that distresses me most, which many people are either blind to or choose not to confront. Sectarian attitudes spill out in conversations, actions and policies and the church which should be the very antidote to such evil, actually, in places, feeds and fuels the fires of this malevolence that separates people from one another. It is so alien to the nature of the Triune God and the ways of his kingdom here on earth. Closely related to sectarianism is racism that lurks and equally undermines the ability to cope with difference and sees diversity not as a gift of God but as a threat to be shunned. In two conversations recently following a service that I had preached at I was asked to explain why I would talk to a Muslim and to justify my actions in being part of a Community of Prayer where you actually prayed with Catholics. Cleary in their minds I was supping with the devil – even though I have never met the Pope! I hasten to say that this was not the view of the majority with whom I spoke after the service. It certainly makes for a more interesting ‘on the door’ chat than the usual patter. Hopes My hopes are that people will have the courage in a changing Irish culture to seize the opportunity of a new dawn of peace and to cultivate new attitudes and new ways of living that will build community and dismantle all those systems, cultures and binding memories and traditions that have kept people insecure, fearful, parochial, suspicious and contending rather than creating. A new way that heals the undoubted wounds of the past and the strong feelings of betrayal and injustice felt by both sides of the community. I’d love to see some churches have the courage to think outside of the prescribed boxes, to take on the spirit of Jesus that broke down barriers, to be more concerned with relationships than their reputation, to not only allow but to positively affirm women in ministry, to create communities of grace where people are defined not by what they do or don’t do but by who they are.