Our Minister


Dany Crosby

From The Minister-

Ministers Message

As the silence came to an end during the meditation I was sharing with my Tuesday morning friends, I felt overcome by a beautiful sense of peace within myself and for all of life. I felt awake to the moment I was in and connected to all of eternity. As the feeling flowed over me a memory awakened within my being. I was taken back to a childhood time, the first year at junior school. I re-felt, I re-sensed a memory of being sat on the floor with my class mates listening to the teacher reading the end-of- day story. It was a lovely feeling as I re-felt the experience. There was not really a picture in my mind, other than a very vague one of the room, which even now I cannot see in my minds eye. I cannot even picture the teacher or even my class mates. What I remember is that lovely sense of well being. As I sat there, awakening from the silence, that Tuesday morning, I re-awakened that feeling, the experience re- incarnated in me.

Memory is a mystery to me. The way I remember my own life and people I share my life with has changed many times. The changes seem to coincide with the way I have experienced and understood my own humanity, another mystery. The truth is that my life is made up of those lives that went before me, my life is built on their lives and no doubt those lives that follow me, their lives will be built on mine. The ancestors who walked before me and those that follow me are actually a part of me. I find that incredibly humbling.

I have always been terrible with names, faces I remember, as I do details of peoples lives, but names they seem to fall through the sieve that is that aspect of my memory. I am told that this is only going to get worse, I have already seen the signs of what is yet to come. Billy Collins captured this perfectly in his poem 'Forgetfulness'

'The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot
the heart-breaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbour
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.'

I cannot remember how many things I have forgotten this week.

Love and respect Rev Danny