Well It's About Time!!!
Well, you should have all heard about the whole “time capsule” thing by now. If not here’s a synopsis:
All Saints is putting together a time capsule for our 135th anniversary. That means we will fill a container with momentos from us and the past year and a few other notable occasions and then hide it until our 150th anniversary. I realize that 15 years doesn’t sound that long, but then you figure out how old you will be in 15 years (or probably won’t be – let’s face it) and it sounds a lot longer. Also 2031 sounds a LOT further away than 15 years somehow.
I remember all the fuss about the year 2000. Do you? There were articles about how everything was going to collapse – computers wouldn’t work, electricity would shut down and the country would turn to chaos. I was in the UK at the time. We lived in a tiny and VERY cold farm cottage in the middle of nowhere (this sounds great until your car breaks down or you run out of milk/logs/coal). We had one child who was about two years old and we despaired of ever being remotely financially stable or able to cope with any disasters that should come. Looking back I’m forever grateful I had no clue what the future held. I never would have thought myself or my family capable of getting through cancer, deaths, addictions, divorces, international relocations and job losses without falling apart. 2000 really doesn’t seem very long ago until I look at all that has happened in that time, and then it seems several lifetimes have passed.
When we visited England last year we returned to many places from that time. We visited our old house, the Church, places we had been as children and had returned to when our children were young. It gave me a huge sense of stability and peace to see how much had not changed. Change is a struggle for me. I desperately mind old houses getting torn down and replaced – I don’t have a problem with the buildings that are going up (except they seem somewhat uncreatively designed) but I just feel like those homes and the stories that accompany them are disappearing too. Places hold history. And All Saints holds a lot of it. We have certainly evolved since the early days with several building projects; the hall, the manse, another manse, another hall , enlarging and rebuilding the Sanctuary .. but there are stories here. There are connections to our past and to the building and the members who have died but remain with us in memory and by the influences they brought to bear here. I’m thinking of people like Sidney Rich and his family, Mary Busby and the Martinolich family, of more recent departures like Claudette Hayward and Margaret Redway. They have left their mark here, all of them, and there are many more like them too.
I really hope we can leave a little mark of ourselves for the future. Like the grubby fingermarks of a small and dirty hand which you can’t bring yourself to clean up even though that hand now hangs from the large and muscular arm of a grown up working man.
What has been is never gone, just covered over, and sometimes we get to peak through that covering to the past. All our worries and concerns will be forgotten and all that will remain will be the hopes that came to fruition and the love and faith we showed in a future for the places and people we loved.