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Minister's Letter

Revd Lesley Moseley (left) has been our minister since October 2013.  Lesley is a URC minister who previously ministered in Scotland.   Lesley writes:       

                                                                                    April 25th 2017 


I was embarrassed to discover that I have not written for the website since sometime in the run up to Christmas. I have, of course, written, 5 letters for Chronicle in that time and those have all appeared on the website. It is, perhaps, a good thing to renew the website message!


Many of you will know that I’m preparing to walk the Camino Francés (*) at the end of May. Preparation for a 500 mile walk inevitably involves shopping and I’ve enjoyed discovering that there exists such a thing as a ladies rucksack and also that it is a most comfortable thing to own and wear. It gets more comfortable as it is loaded, which is a huge relief. I’ve bought a sleeping bag and new walking boots too and things that I probably shouldn’t discuss on a church website.


As well as shopping, preparation involves walking. I’ve discovered new and beautiful walks, met interesting people as I’ve walked and was feeling generally pleased with progress – until last week, that is. I had holiday, designed to be spent walking most days and managed only one walk. It was a good walk but the week was not quite what I’d hoped for. The set-back is the result of a fall. I was racing around Peterborough city centre and managed to trip on an uneven paving slab between a road sign and a parked car. With no room to twist and turn and keep upright I ended up an undignified spectacle on Westgate. I now know how the man felt waiting for a Samaritan. Although I rose to my feet pretty quickly I was shaken and very tender. The man who was so very nearly brought down with me walked on as if nothing had happened, two young men and several shoppers passed by without a glance. It was the unlikely man in the red hoodie who asked if I was OK. I didn’t require assistance but it was so good to be asked. I walked about hoping not to stiffen up. I can’t kneel comfortably a week later and, as I said earlier, it’s put back my walking training.


As I reflect on my preparation so far, I think I need to be fitter and have only about a month to achieve that. If I were a mediaeval pilgrim I should have to saddle my horse or donkey and prayerfully trust that God would provide for my every need on the long journey. I guess I’ve bought good gear and I’ve reflected with God a great deal on the challenges ahead so I shall just have to trust that falls, and work, and so on, preventing me training, will not interfere with achieving the goal of walking with God to Santiago de Compostela. They say being a pilgrim changes you. Being an aspiring pilgrim is teaching me a thing or two too!


PS. As I recounted the story about my fall to colleagues, they suggested I should have asked the man in the red hoodie for money for a room at the inn!!




(*) The Camino Francés is the Medieval pilgrimage route which crosses the North of Spain from the French border in the Pyrenees to Santiago in the North Western corner of the Iberian peninsular.