Our new vicar was licensed yesterday. I was the crucifer - the person who carries the cross in front of the procession. You don't have to do anything else, nothing to say at all. All I could think about were impending disasters and not catching Liz's eye as I walked back to the door. I didn't want to laugh, its not that sort of occasion.
Enough of me. The service went very well, none of the fears people had expressed to me were anywhere near to coming true. The ceremony was as ceremonious as it could be in our church. The bishop preached a good sermon - easy to understand and with a good message - we are to reach those in the town who are sidelined by our society. The singing was good, and all the different types and styles of music fitted together. Even the bishop's chaplain appear to enjoy the last hymn, though it was definitely not his style- so I'm told. The welcomes were interesting, if a little centred on the fact that everyone seemed to be an immigrant to Essex. (I wanted to say, "Warner welcome to Essex, I'm a native, and its a great place to live.)
Warner is licensed, and we move into a new phase of our life in Christ Church. He is Christ Church's seventh vicar.
New phase! New phase!
ReplyDeleteI'm well excited. I can't wait to meet the new vicar and have to speak in front of him about something he doesn't really know about, with pictures that are only really funny to me...
D'oh, not so excited now.
(he he, word verificaion is hunkswq!)