There will be days when it feels heavy
from the moment you put it on
and feel the weight of it upon your shoulders.
May this remind you of all you now carry,
the sacred duty set before you.
There will be days when it is light.
When the cool breeze catches the hem,
when you are unhindered as you effortlessly
stride across your parish.
May this remind you the great joy it is to serve.
There will be days when, tired or ill
you fumble with each button,
cursing that there are so many.
May this remind you of your faithful flock, who,
fumble and stumble in their devotion
and look to you as guide.
There will be days when wearing it feels like armour
battle armour as you enter the fray
it will make you feel like you can do anything.
May this remind you that it is but material
and you are but flesh, but, with Him, all is possible.
There will be days when it gleams in the sunlight,
fresh off the hanger, new from the wash.
The deep black unblemished by mark or stain.
May this remind you to roll up your sleeves and get stuck in
but also, that God calls you afresh each morning
back to His vineyard.
There will be days when it hangs limply from you
looks faded in the evening dusk,
marked with wax and dust and dirt,
creased and crumpled from travel and vestments.
May this remind you of the rich variety
of where you go, into the margins
and those that you meet.
When you wear it, remember
you are an ambassador for Christ,
not because He cannot make it Himself,
but because He is within you.
May the sight of you be a comfort to the poor
and a reprimand to the powerful.
And most of all
Keep the rumour of God alive
and reveal His love to those you meet.
This was written as I reflected on my practice of wearing my cassock and became what I wanted to say to a very dear friend as he was ordained Deacon in 2017.