Dang! It’s been about forever since I’ve posted. So much is happening with candidacy and serminary application, that I can’t quite find it in me to spare the mental bandwidth to write here.
Come to think of it, I guess I haven’t been serving as assisting minister much in a while, either. But, it leaves space for others to start serving, and that’s important to me. I’m very taken with the thought that we’re all equally means of grace for each other. And I can sure use some grace!
Florence Nightingale was born in 1820, in Florence, Italy, to a rich, upper-class, well-connected British family. She was named after the city of her birth, just as her older sister, Frances Parthenope, was named for the Greek settlement Parthenopolis, now a part of the city of Naples. Her father, William Edward Nightingale, was a noted English Unitarian, born under the surname of Shore. Under the terms of the will of an uncle, he inherited an estate, and assumed the name and arms of Nightingale. And later, he was appointed Sheriff of Hampshire. His wife and Florence’s mother, Frances, was the daughter of an abolitionist, Whig member of Parliament. Florence’s growing up was split between Italy and England.