Wandering Around Blackburn


It feels strange to think that this will likely be the last time I visit Blackburn – at least for some time. I notice things that I haven’t or haven’t thought about. The stance lion clock at the Morrissons for one.

But this is the town where both my children were born. The cathedral across the street from the Morrissons is where I was ordained – nearly 4,000 miles away from my hometown of Florence, SC, where I had assumed I would have been ordained at the civic centre (no, the SC Annual Conference doesn’t use churches).

I don’t connect much with the town centre itself, but gave me lots of memories.

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