I haven’t blogged for a while – I’ve been ordained, inducted in Worcester Park and now getting into ministry. I’ve been recently thinking about mission, community, vision and the call to the prophetic in ministry. I then came across a poem that Simon has written about being a square peg in a round hole. I found it to be refreshing, challenging, and speak into where I’m at, so thank you Simon. It has also reminded me of a book that is sitting on my bookshelf that I really want to read: The prophetic imagination by Walter Bruggemann. A book I’ve wanted to read for sometime but I haven’t quite got around to. I’m particularly intersted in the idea that the prophet speaks from the margins into the centres of power calling for change to happen. Where’s the voice of the prophetic in our communities of faith? Where’s the voice of those on the margins? Is the role of a minister to ‘institutionalised’ too much in the centre to be able to bring the voice of the prophetic?
Jesus the ultimate prophet he brought the people of God in line with God’s values. To speak truth to power. To bring out the voice of the marginalised, the disposessed, the poor, those on the fringe looking in. So Simon’s poem reminds me that as a disciple of this marginalised prophet I’m forever on a journey, never feeling settled because the son of man had no where to lay his head.
