The church is not a museum

So you're a Reformed woman. You pray 'at all times' and you live with the Remembered Bible in you. You've visited monastic communities all of your adult life and they have played a vital role in your development and vocation. You find yourself at a cross roads with your denomination which, as it shrinks and ages, is less and less attractive, more and more inward looking and no longer feeds you. It can be destructive and wears an air of silence of the less than healthy kind: the stopped up sort of silence of the silenced ones.

You've tried other ecumenical communities and you've been part of the life of several churches over the years but it's never been a very good fit. You are an edge person. You love making community with other edge people and retelling the stories of the Gospel. But you are still waiting for the wounds to heal after your most recent encounter with the church. So you walk for 100 miles or so and pray.

Now it's time to go back.

Now it's time to get on track.
What will you do next?

In our life and our believing
The love of God

(written at the National Railway Museum York)