As he abrubtly hung up I had
mixed feelings about having the vicarage phone number displayed on a large blue
sign outside Malmesbury Abbey. It was my
day off and I broke my rule by answering the phone. The reason I answered was
that I knew, yes I knew that it was
my daughter phoning to tell me she’d be back soon and we could leave for a swim.
So I picked up with a cheery ‘Hi!’ and got ‘I've driven 40 bleeding miles to
sit in the grounds of Malmesbury Abbey with my family and the gates are locked
and I want to know why.’ I started a courteous answer, angry with myself that
my Philips Answer Machine wasn’t dealing with Mr 40 Bleeding Miles. ‘The Abbey
is open between 9 and 5 in the summer but’…the line went dead. He missed ‘but we
can’t leave the gates open, particularly on a Friday evening, because
occasionally, late at night, people confuse our fine Norman porch with a urinal
or a vomitarium, and brides tend not to be too impressed by that on a Saturday
morning in a £1000 dress.’
It’s not all that bad,
occasionally it’s really left field and rather fun. When I was a curate I had
an enquiry that nobody’s theological training can prepare them for: ‘Eyup,
vicar, can you tell me what Kum Ba Yah means?’ I nearly replied ‘if you can tell
me what Eyup means’ but by this stage I was starting to realise that occasional
politeness could help in Christian ministry on the telephone and directed him
towards the local scout leader. In Australia, we discovered soon after moving in that
the phone number of our minister’s house was one number removed from Pinky’s
Pizza; ‘two large pepperonis with a side of coleslaw and a large Coke, fine,
would you like your child christened with that?’ (Poor old Pinky’s closed down
a couple of years later.)
There are plenty of
meaningful conversations and the odd unprintable conversation to add to the
above but I’m left with the nagging question, why do clergy have to be so
immediately accessible anyway? I really struggle to think of any genuine emergencies
in the last 13 years of ministry, most parishioners tend to go to a doctor or
the RAC before they head towards me.
Two things. If we truly
believe in the ministry of the whole Body of Christ shouldn’t our energies be
directed towards making the Body of Christ interconnected and attentive in the
local community and demythologising the clerical collar. And secondly, the
ordained, and perhaps all of us, need to pay attention to the ‘radical
unavailability of Jesus’ (a great phrase from Bishop Stephen Cottrell) who when
grabbed by his disciples in Mark 1:37 with the words ‘Everybody is looking for
you!’ replied without hesitating ‘Let us go somewhere else.’
Wonderful stuff: thank you. My wife's a vicar (and a DDO) so I'm only too familiar with these goings-on. Love that ‘radical unavailability of Jesus’ thing - more clergy could do with taking that on board, methinks...
ReplyDeleteyes the vicarage calls are wide, varied and rude they are occasionally desperate, not often. i also have spent a number of Fridays (day off) beating myself up (in a faulty towers manor)for answering the phone. i suppose what irks me most is being treated like a online supermarket. can i take your order and yes we can specify your delivery time. the customer is king/ queen.
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