The end of the elder blossom is upon us. Last weekend we walked around Bradwell and Bancroft, noticing how much was still left. So this evening I biked the same route along Loughton Brook collecting the last blossoms for a last batch of cordial. It is a lovely summer tradition and it signifies the opening of the foraging season in our house.
But there is an allegorical thing happening here too. I am conscious of those teachers, who, like me, are leaving Christ the Sower at the end of the term. Where we might see a winding down of commitment, there is no slacking up at all. In fact, all of us, stayers and leavers, seem more productive, more focused and more fruitful. We are, if you will, the late summer blooms being of use to bees and foragers right to the end of the season. On Wednesday and Thursday night last week, Year 6 children produced a version of Joseph and His Technicolor Dreamcoat that turned a great year for them and their teachers into a magnificent one, and met the prime directive of stage performance – to move the audience to the depths of their being. Year 4 children, a collection of all sorts of particular needs, together with their teachers and teaching assistants, saw no end of personal triumphs as they took the children to the Caldecotte Xperience for two days of adventure. This was the summit of these children’s experience and crowned the year with beauty for them.
The other late flowering that I have seen is a renewed and holy determination by the governing body to secure the future of the school’s Christian identity and mission. The fact that leadership have to be stronger than ever right now is not lost on anyone, as tough as it has been at times. To lead relationally, with a servant heart and a new willingness to serve, is a model we have long been proud of, and it is alive and well in our governing body.
We serve to the end of our calling, with all our heart. That’s all.