A day of unexpected memories today.
I needed to sort out my filing cabinet so I can find things. Seems odd, but only now, 3 months into the new job do I have an idea of what I need to have files for – especially as most of my stuff is filed on this laptop.
I digress!
I came across a file of thank you cards and letters. This may seem strange, but I have kept every thank you letter and card I have received during my 15 years of youth ministry. I have around 20 which I think is really nice. That does not mean I have only heard the words thank you 20 times in 15 years (I may not have lasted so long)- just that these people took the trouble to write a letter or card.
I found a letter from a 19 year old lad who was thanking me for what we had done for him in his church when we work for Holy Trinity Nailsea. It was a fantastic letter, full of energy, full of dreams, full of questions, full of humour and as I read I started to cry as I know this lad died a couple of year ago from CJD. His whole face, voice, vibrancy returned in that time as I read 2 pages of A4. I can’t imagine the pain of his parents. It seems so unfair.
I red other letters and remembered faces of the past, some of whom I’m happy to still be in touch with (and some whom it is humbling to say support me financially)peoples voices, situations. I found myself wondering what these grown up young people were doing with their lives now.
One of the other letters was from another boy telling me why he had decided to become a Christian after we had returned from Spring harvest one year. That was a surprise to us as he spent the whole of the 5 days drinking and smoking cannabis! I was able to laugh too.
Tonight I was privilege again to be invited to watch D2 perform their first proper gig in Gillingham. They were great but found myself reminiscing again, or maybe forward-niscing as I wondered where thee people might be in a few year time.
Anyway – it was a good gig and I made a quick escape at the end in fear that I might become emotional again, and not to escape packing helping to pack away as it may have seemed – yeh right!
Reflective days are good. This has been a bit f a reflective week, I guess, due to immobility with a dodgy back. I think they are good because makes you remember where you have come from as it is so easy to forget people, situations and circumstances. It is those things, of course, that make me who I am!
It is strange, though, how these days and circumtances just creep up on you!