Chugging

Saw a snippet on the news about “Chugging”. Apparently it is the process whereby charities pay fundraisers a substantial fee if they manage to get givers signed up to a monthly direct debit. This can be via approaching people on the street – clipboard in hand, (who hasn’t run away?) They also doorstep people in their homes and and do tele-marketing.

Interestingly I had someone phone me up last week from a charity I support from time to time with donations and purchases of cards etc. Presumably, a list had been given to one of these fundraising companies.  It wasn’t made clear that the caller was from a company in a business arrangement with the charity, though to be fair the caller did say “I am calling on behalf of the xxxx”

The point is that it can take a year and a half or more to pay off the fund-raiser’s fee and the giver is probably not aware of that. A representative of one charity was interviewed and said that this was a recognised way of obtaining long-term funding and it worked. So why does it make so many of us feel uncomfortable? For my own part I already do a couple of regular giving plans but will certainly make sure I sign up via a website rather than a cold caller if I choose to support any other charities.

I wonder if this aversion to tried and tested selling methods is inherently British? That’s my thought for the day. Not very inspiring, but worth considering.

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Cats? Love them or leave them?

Whether you like cats or not – this is definitely worth a look. It will brighten your day. Let me know what you think (It’s not very long.)

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A Church in Crisis? or a Stitch up?

Last night’s TV documentary was billed in the paper thus:

Reporter Reevel Anderson evaluates the benefits of the Church of Scotland and considers whether diminishing congregations are indications of the Kirk’s waning contemporary relevance.

Yet, early in the day I received an email from the Church’s media unit, it said:

Tonight on BBC One Scotland at 10.35pm there will be a half-hour documentary about the 450th anniversary of the Scottish Reformation and the future of the Church of Scotland. Whilst no one in the communications office has seen the finished programme, we helped to facilitate interviews and filming at various locations including Orkney’s St Magnus’ Cathedral, Luss Parish Church on the banks of Loch Lomondand St George’s Tron in Glasgow.

Quite a difference in spin. I was too tired to do the programme justice last night, so recorded it to watch with coffee this morning. Oh dear – I don’t know if it was deliberately slanted editing or a fair reflection of most of those interviewed, but it came across in a mainly negative way.

The CofS has been in existence for 450 years and personally I would have thought that at the very least that fact could be celebrated. Instead, there were various attempts to talk about the historical legacy of the Church in Scotland today. For example they did mention that, the CofS is still the biggest employer in social care in Scotland today. Interestingly that is well known – indeed it was quoted to me when I was at a meeting for Learning Disability services in Oban this week.   But this was stated as if it was a spin-off or irrelevance. As a Parish Minister I spent time visiting people who had been helped by the social care side of the church and I know that it matters that one of its core values is the Christian injunction to care for the weak and vulnerable in society.

The Minister from Luss, Loch Lomond was more upbeat and he spoke movingly about the internet ministry of his church.  Good on him is what I say. It is true that overall numbers (bxxs-on-pews) throughout the national church have gone down in terms of adherents but the good news stories were not given air-time. In some churches there is vibrant growth.

A church where I was working had a special anniversary for the year 2000 and we were the subject of an in-house documentary. A team of three people spent 3 days with us – filming the area and interviewing people. I was given 9 videos as a memento; they amounted to 27hrs of recording time, which ended up as 10 minutes of finished movie. (Incidentally it was very positive and wisely edited thankfully!)  I merely point out that there could have been much that was good news and encouraging in footage that was simply abandoned. I know that much from home movie editing as well.

So what am I trying to say?  I am now retired and attend a church that is a part of a group of five little churches in the Scottish Highlands. Only this week I read some verses in the Bible where the church in Thessalonia was being encouraged because the members were growing in faith and love for each other and the vulnerable. It feels like that is happening with us, thanks to our hard-working, faithful Minister, energetic church leaders and caring helpers. That is real, it is happening now. Somehow I want to let people know that the CofS is at a critical stage because it is finding new ways to be church and to love and care for the people of Scotland and beyond.

Haven’t done a sermon for a while. Will that do God?

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The Smoke Jumper

The Smoke Jumper by Nicholas Evans is a difficult book to review, though it was a compelling read. Maybe you know what smoke jumpers are, but at the start I had no idea. The book is set in the USA and initially it follows three principal characters: Julia is a teacher of troubled teenagers and specialises in taking these youngsters into the wilderness to learn survival techniques in practical and psychological ways; Ed – her boyfriend – and Connor are smoke jumpers during the summer season. They are parachuted into the midst of forest fires and form part of an elite and courageous fire-fighting team who basically cut out lines of earth into rock to form fire breaks. That’s a bit simplistic, you can read about the real thing here.

So far, so good, indeed Part I of the book was breathtaking in its writing and beguiling in its story. So good that I am including a short passage in a separate page that you can read for yourself. I put the book down on my knee on reaching the end of this first part and felt breathless and filled with awe for the raw talent and the tugging at the heart-strings it displayed. However, the final two parts fan out to a wider world stage. Connor, a journalist and photographer, for reasons revealed in the book, enters into a life of reporting on the violent and troubled war zones in the world, ending up in the killing fields of Africa via ethnic cleansing in Eastern Europe. I don’t have much stomach for violence. It gives me pictures in my head that I would rather not have. Even my favourite NCIS TV series is a bit too much. So that may give you an idea of what lies in store should you choose to read the book. Interestingly, I was discussing the book with a friend who had read it and they said that they found the final two parts of the book the most interesting.

Taking things to the wire……… I’m glad I read it, but would always have to warn of graphic descriptions and a sense of the novel tailing off as if the author wanted to have it finished. It felt as if he had run himself out of words and grief and compassion. Or maybe…. just maybe it was me, the reader, who was wrung out.

So –  happy reading to you if you are brave, and please let me know what you think.

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Wish I could see what happens

Thanks to Marbury for this link to a youtube video of a 3 year old reciting a complicated love poem. I can hardly believe it and would love to know what happens in life to the little boy. Let me know what your thoughts are if you can!

And while I am sharing links, the blog of a Returning Scot has been engaging my imagination about rocks. See this post and you will understand why I like to think I have a heart of gold as we live not far from Tyndrum and its – still to remain closed – gold mine.

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At the pond

By Mary Oliver, from Evidence

One summer
I went every morning
to the edge of a pond where
a huddle of just-hatched geese

would paddle to me
and clamber
up the marshy slope
and over my body,

peeping and staring –
such sweetness every day
which the grown ones watched,
for whatever reason,

serenely.
Not there, however, but here
is where the story begins.
Nature has many mysteries,

some of them severe.
Five of the young geese grew
heavy of chest and
bold of wing

while the sixth waited and waited
in its gauze-feathers, its body
that would not grow.
And then it was fall.

And this is what I think
everything is about:
the way
I was glad

for those five and two
that flew away,
and the way I hold in my heart the wingless one
that had to stay

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Conquering fear

Sometimes you can’t simply conquer fear. I suppose I should make it personal and admit that I can’t. It doesn’t matter how many times I say the Jesus Prayer, or whisper Please, God…….. the fear won’t budge.

Truth is that a few months ago during one of our walks a newly homed rescue dog took a dislike to Misty. It high-vaulted over a fence as if on springs, ran straight across the track and jumped on top of her with much fierce growling and yapping. Fortunately, HBTW was with us and was able to shout loudly enough to chase the attacker away, but by that time my heart was thumping fit to bust, and Misty was none too happy either.

Since then, due to lack of confidence and various health problems, I have avoided taking little dog on her own – whilst at the same time berating myself for being a coward. Today, HBTW was out all day on volunteer driving and Misty took herself off to bed for a sad day. I filled in by reading some blogs and came across a comment on one by someone who made taking the dog out a focus for her day. She sounded so together and so positive, the way people often think I am. Slowly, ever so slowly I persuaded myself that I could do this. When I was putting on the trainers, Misty came running with a surprised look as if to say, but Mummy, we don’t do this on our own any more………..  She was bouncing around with infectious enthusiasm when she saw her collar being produced.

I wish I could say that it was easy……  but life is not that simple. I enjoyed the walk; Misty loved it, but I had to hurry past the garden where the offending dog had come from. Heart was in my mouth (Oh how I understand that phrase,) pulse beating faster, palms sweaty, steps quickened.  When we eventually reached the meadow by the river, I had to remind myself to look round at the beauty spread out before me. The butterflies were flocking on the knapweed and the house martins were still swooping on the riverbank. The grass was waving in the slight breeze and my companion was bouncing and wagging and happy and full of the joys of life.  As I stood and looked I realised that conquering fear is not what is important, what matters is to have the courage to step out and do the thing anyway.

On the way home I met a friend who told me how much better I looked, and was able to smile and say Yes, I am a lot better thanks. OK – I scurried past “the house”…….. but we made it. So you see, I don’t have life sorted, I am not very brave, in fact the word “wimp” comes to mind. But maybe next time it will be easier.

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How to get the most of going to see the optometrist

It was our yearly visit to the optometrist this week, so we declared it a Day Out. This, then is how to get the most out of going to get your eyes tested.

  1. Choose an optician you know well and who knows you, if possible a relative.
  2. Declare it a Day Out and go in the campervan.
  3. Take a generous picnic of biscuits, cheese, chocolate and soda drinks. Remember to pack the milk in the fridge for coffee later.
  4. Make sure you have good company.
  5. Take a camera and aim for some unusual shots.

  6. Arrange for your optometrist’s clinic to be in a scenic seaside town with a pretty harbour. (Tarbert, Loch Fyne)
  7. Walk off the pupil-opening drops by laughing hilariously round the local craft shops and holding onto your partner. Hint – don’t lose the dog at this point.
  8. Finish off the day with a meal out in a good hostelry in another seaside town – Inveraray – only half an hour from home.

Finally, collapse in front of the television and watch wall to wall American detective shows. Couldn’t be better.

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The Proposal

If a film is made by Touchstone and/or Disney it is almost always bound to be enjoyable. Add into the mix that it is a romantic comedy and stars Sandra Bullock and satisfaction is assured. For sure, Him Behind the Wheel and myself will be sniveling into our sleeves happily at the end. A real feel-good movie.

That said, what makes it special? The location was unusual, and I refuse to spoil the surprise by going into it in detail. However, it did evoke memories of an area where we lived for nine years. The plot is a bit predictable in that the two protaganists – boss and assistant – start off loathing each other……. and yes, there is a happy ending. But the twists along the way keep the audience guessing.

A pleasant, frothy and entertaining mix with plenty of laughs and a bit of disbelief along the way. Would I buy it? Already have; it is a film I would like to see again – the kind you watch with popcorn and tissues.

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Twitter the movie

Thanks to Lesley for blogging this.

The trouble is I am still not sure that I get it.

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