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VICAR'S LETTER

17 Sundon Road     
Streatley      

February 2009     

Dear All 

The news that Sarah Peppiatt, Eric’s daughter, has been accepted for ordination training prompts a reflection on the nature of the calling to the priesthood.

There does not seem to be any standard pattern to such a calling.  Different people use different scriptural analogies to describe what happened to them.  Some refer to the boy, Samuel, who repeatedly heard a call but for a long time did not recognise where it was coming from.  Some refer to Jesus calling Peter, James, Andrew, and John to be his disciples, to follow in his footsteps and to carry on his work.  Some refer to an overwhelming event, like that experienced by Paul on the road to Damascus.

For myself, the nearest analogy I can find is in a slightly more obscure passage.  Found in Ezekiel 13, 1 – 10, it is the vision of the valley of dry bones, immortalised in the Negro spiritual – “Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones, now hear the word of the Lord.”  In the vision, God shows Ezekiel a valley full of dry bones.  He orders Ezekiel to prophesy to the bones.  As Ezekiel does so, we are told, perhaps rather too graphically: “Behold a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to its bone.”  Ezekiel is then told: “Prophesy to the breath.”  As he does so, breath once more fills the bodies.  “They lived and stood on their feet, a great host.”

The prophecy was meant to speak about the Israelite nation being re-gathered and reborn after it had been scattered and destroyed by successive invasions of the Assyrians and the Babylonians.  But it also speaks to what I dimly remember of the process leading to ordination.  There were a variety of interests and aptitudes but they had no common focus.  Then came the horrible realisation that the point at which they all met was becoming a parish priest.  An idea was born that wouldn’t go away and that in the end had to be submitted to.

Becoming a priest is not a popular career choice.  It is the best job in the world (one day working week, and a boss too far away to cause any trouble), but it is not one that always commends itself to one’s nearest and dearest.  “We want no bloody parsons in our family,” as my redoubtable Aunt Agnes so succinctly put it.  Nevertheless, the call to priesthood, however it comes, is one that people need to listen out for, because only if they do so will the chronic shortage of priests in the church be relieved.

All best wishes,

Roger

 

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