About Me

Back in the early 70’s I buried a toy rabbit whose ear had fallen off. The rabbit got the full send off – apart from a coffin. To me there was nothing odd about this after all I spent most of my play time leading church services for a collection of soft toys and dolls. For my mother however it was a worrying development she could just about cope with my church fascination but this! My mother wasn’t a regular church goer and didn’t get why I was forever saying prayers and suggesting others in the family should. My father did get it, he had attended church all his life and, although I didn’t know it until not long before his own death, had wrestled like Jacob as to whether he himself should be ordained as a young man.

Much, much, later, while the females of the species still couldn’t become priests I finally acknowledged God’s call to me and went through a process that led to my becoming a deacon in 1993 and eventually a priest.

I have spent all of my ministry, so far no saying where God might send me yet, in the Diocese of Glasgow and Galloway of the Scottish Episcopal Church. I tend to see things from a different angle than most and am always asking questions of myself and of God. The title of my blog comes from my love of angels and the reality that I am far from perfect, but I keep trying.

This blog is a private blog and the views in it are mine and not necessarily the views of the congregation/s in which I serve or the SEC as a whole.