Tuesday 31 December 2013

Funny old day


I am not sure why people get so hung up about New Year's Eve. Some people find it a very depressing day especially if they are on their own and everyone else seems to be going to a party. Having just returned from our local Sainsbury's the signs are the parties will be many in Hastings, the amount of alcohol in the trolleys around me. Other people will stand out to wait for midnight in the wind and the rain. 

I guess the turn of the year moves us to think about our lives and what has happened to us in the past and what on earth is going to happen in the future. If the year that is about to end has been bad, we want it gone, and we want the New Year to be better. The turn of the year though doesn't magically make everything okay though. 

But maybe it is good to have times in the human experience that make us stop and think and contemplate deeper things. I see a spiritual director every six weeks or so, and at our last meeting, she got me to think about where God was in every twist and turn of 2013. I found it a powerful exercise. Was God present when I struggled? Did I see God in times of great joy and hopefulness? 

We trace the hand of God through our experience and we need to be open enough to see God in future possibility. This coming year will be different for me - some developments beyond my control happened a month or so ago - and the path ahead might be a bit challenging, but I will start the journey with companions on the way, encouraging, supporting, laughing and crying, pondering with me what we do when we haven't a clue what to do! Most of all, going forward we need to be aware that God doesn't stick to a script and may well do things we are not ready for. We step out in faith. I like what Henri Nouwen says in "Bread for the Journey": "  Each day holds a surprise, but only if we expect it can we see, hear or feel it when it comes to us.” If we start thinking we will be overwhelmed by problems, we will be overwhelmed.    


Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote a letter to a young boy at New Year which ends these ponderings well: "Godspeed. Good health in this New Year, and above all don't forget the few things in life that are really important and that make life worth living." 

Tonight people will see in 2014 in a variety of ways. Some will be out in the cold; others will be at a party, some may be in church; some will go to bed and ignore it; some may sit and reflect in quietness. I will have a glass or two, with a cat on my lap, and make do with television delights - Challenge are showing first episodes of classics - 9pm is Treasure Hunt! My Dad and I used to love Treasure Hunt. Back to the chopper, Anneka! Then it is Gary Barlow live from Methodist Central Hall, Westminster. REALLY!

Whatever, the opportunity for reflection and refocus is a valuable one.






Saturday 21 December 2013

Angels from the realms of glory



I don’t know what you picture when you read of or sing about angels in the Christmas narrative. Angels announce that God is with us, the heart of the matter and they promise that God will be with us in the midst of life. Jane Williams, the former Archbishop of Canterbury’s wife, wrote a wonderful book on angels some years ago. She suggests that angels come to the aid of the people when they are tempted to give up believing in God. She says for example when Israel was captive in a foreign land, and there was a pressure to conform and to deny God, the angels are there as a sign that God does still exist even in a foreign land, that God was everywhere and could be worshipped under all circumstances.

Then she says this “In the Christmas story the angels are particularly noticeable around the time of Jesus’ birth. God is doing something so unlikely in choosing to be born as a human baby, that the people directly involved need all the help they can get to see that is indeed what is going on.” Angels offer a different way and a reassurance when things are a bit confusing and difficult – hence “do not be afraid.” They give us a sign of a new age coming.

Perhaps in our prayers in these few days we should thank God for those angels who come to you to show us we are never alone.


I love carol singing, but I haven’t enjoyed the weather this year. On Monday, some of us went out in the pitch black in Pett. It tipped down, the carol sheets disintegrated, people kept saying “watch out for that puddle” – I said, “too late, I’m in the puddle!” On Wednesday, we went out round the streets in Hastings, again the water went down our necks, we got drenched, the alcohol in the mulled wine we were given by some kind people en route was diluted by rain going in the cup. This morning, in Rye, there we were with the Salvation Army Band as Churches Together, under cover of a shop front but still the driving wind and rain got us. At least it was dry inside ASDA with the choir from my Calvert church this afternoon! I’ve been interested in people’s reactions to carol singing going on. Some indifference, but largely a joy inside them, a reminder of something, a reminder I hope that God is here. I loved it when a little boy came up to me as I stood in the middle of Rye High Street today and shouted “Hello Ian!” His mother said, “who's that?” He said, “That’s the man who comes into our school and tells us stories about Jesus.” We go into the world wherever we can to remind people of the divine in our midst – do not be afraid.      
Pondering tomorrow's Gospel (Matthew 1: 18 - 25) I found this commentary from my favourite Old Testament scholar, Walter Bruggemann helpful:
"Matthew gives us an angel's message in a dream that is beyond our control or expectation. He tells us that it is God's Spirit who makes all things new through this baby, and he names the baby twice. The baby is named Save, and Jesus saves from all that kills and is flat and sad. He names the baby God is with us, and we are not alone.

Notice that this story does not ask us to do anything. But I believe it invites us to be dazzled. It invites us to ponder that, while our world feels unsaveable, here is the baby named Save. Our world and our lives often feel abandoned, and here is the baby named God with us. So we are to be ready to have our lives and our world contradicted by this gift from God. We may rest our lives upon the new promise from the angel and we may be safe and we may be whole and made generous because Christmas is coming soon."
Perhaps we all need to hush our noise a bit and hear the angels sing. Who knows what listening to them might lead to. I have given out so much in these weeks, the thing I am looking forward to I think most is a chance to listen for me - that will come late on Christmas Eve as I find a midnight communion far away from Methodist Churches and take in - that will be lovely.   



Thursday 19 December 2013

An Advent Labyrinth you can do at home

Today I offered our Circuit a labyrinth. I think it was their first experience of one. 26 people passed through it in ten and a bit hours. It was great for me to sit there for ten and a bit hours and be still, listen for God and talk to people about the journey and what they had experienced. 

I thought I would repeat the labyrinth "on line" so if you need some space between now and Christmas Day, sit at your computer and do this slowly. It might help you enjoy the wonder of incarnation more to do some serious stillness in these few days ahead. I tire of people, especially ministers, who tell me how busy they are in these weeks, and who seem to have lost all the joy and wonder of the season. If we can't celebrate what God is doing in this season, I don't think we have much hope, really. 

So, as I said to one of our preachers who came in tonight and said she had never done one of these before, "enjoy!"
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There are 11 "stations" in this labyrinth and each one has something to think about and an image to look at.

Station 1:
The journey, the walk to Christmas begins here. Arise, shine, your light has come.
The longest journey starts with a single step. How do you feel as you set out? What star are you following? Do you know where it will lead?
Stop here and think about journeys you will make at Christmas and during 2014. 



Station 2:
The journey to God involves angels and proclamation. How did Mary feel when an angel confronted her? What does an angel look like – note the painted toe nails in this picture!
As God comes, are you open enough to listen for angels? And are you prepared to respond to their song?



Station 3:
Christmas is often done to a script! Remember how God’s ancient people thought the advent of God would come in a certain way, a certain type of king would come. Our Early Birds service at St Helens last month thought about Jesus the coming king. Think about how sometimes our expectations can be shattered.



Station 4:
The Christ child was visited by different groups of people, all unexpected. He comes to everyone. The Magi brought him gifts.. What will you give him this Christmas when you have found him? Many will look but not find. 



Station 5:
Someone wrote to me in a Christmas card: “Make sure you have some space for yourself.” The hymn says “make a heaven of my manger” Sit here and reflect on Gillian’s wonderful interpretation of the manger scene. Which character in the Christmas narrative are you? What do you need as you arrive here?



Station 6:
The shepherds were the first recipients of Jesus’ presence and they went back praising God for all they had seen and heard. Here are some shepherds and some sheep. Sit here and think about those who care for you and those who need you to care for them at the moment.



Station 7:
 The nativity scene is recreated in many ways. This is my favourite interpretation of it from Turvey Abbey. In this season we sing many carols (some of us VERY many!) Sit here and use some hymn books. Reflect on the picture and find some words of carols that describe this scene for you at the moment.



Station 8:
For some people, Christmas is hard and they focus on being alone and miss loved ones no longer with them. This space is to pray for those who suffer at this season.    



Station 9:
We live in a climate where people don’t know this story. A survey of children showed that a lot of them thought 25th December was the birthday of Simon Cowell. We need to tell the story in a way that is understandable. Here is a space for creative juices. Write the Christmas story for today – where would you start?



Station 10:
John Betjeman in “Christmas” marvels that “the maker of the stars and sea became a child on earth for me.” Christmas is soon over. What difference will going through all of this, making this journey do to you? 



Station 11:
This story is about God believing in us. The centre of any labyrinth is about finding God close. So here is a last nativity scene. Before you leave today, ask yourself, what do I need to do to keep God at the centre of my life in 2014? What is your deepest wish as you travel from the manger and back into the world?  



I hope the people who came today went away a little bit less stressed before they came.
Sometimes we just need to stop and take in what is going on around us a bit more.
 The theophany of God and the incarnation of God take some pondering, after all!  


Sunday 8 December 2013

Living in the moment





I was on an Advent retreat yesterday at the lovely Penhurst Retreat Centre a few miles from my home. I am very glad I put a line through a Saturday in Advent a long time ago. It was the most wonderful day, led ably by a spiritual director called Sue, and full of companions from all sorts of backgrounds and with all sorts of needs.

Over the last four days, people have challenged me about living in the present moment a lot more and finding God in the present moment rather than spending time in pain about the past, or trying to do something about the future I can't control, or maybe isn't my business.

On Thursday, my spiritual director suggested I review the year spiritually and look at where God was in it and what God has been to me in it. I have not had the easiest year of my life in 2013. My personal life has changed and sometimes it has been hard, yet God has always been there. I have taken a lot of comfort from the "whining Psalms" as I call them, where God gets it from the Psalmist straight! But this year has also brought me a lot of comfort as I have developed groups looking at spirituality and have been changed by them.

On Friday I was challenged helpfully to think about resting a lot more in who I am, what I offer and not worrying about what others are doing around me. My natural reaction to unknown futures or difficult problems is to try and sort things myself, to get involved, to help, when sometimes I need to stand back, let others sort things, and wait for people to come to me for help if they need me. I have a children's book on my shelves "The Little Mole Who Knew It Was None Of His Business" - sometimes I am that little mole! Maybe sometimes we just need to do what we do faithfully, be the person we are called to be, and let the world go mad around us. If all is well with my soul, then I will find peace. I need help though, in not fretting especially when people around me are going mad about things... I have started at the end of the day lighting a candle and sitting still - it is an amazingly powerful thing to do. Thomas Merton had it right: "I want to remember to unplug the flashing lights," he once wrote.

Then yesterday on this retreat, I was really challenged about the blessings of today I have. Sue reminded us that Advent is a time to allow ourselves to be looked at by God, to hear the angels bring "glad tidings of great joy" for today, to like Mary hear the words from God, "blessed are you who believe what the Lord has spoken to you," and to be like Christ, who heard words from God too, "you are my beloved child, with you I am well pleased."  Then I read this article. In the Guardian  Giles Fraser quotes A S Byatt the author, who says: "The word Facebook is very interesting, because it means it's a mirror. And you need a mirror because you haven't got a picture. You need a mirror to tell you who you are." In other words, social media is all about "exchanging constant reassurances that you exist".  Then Fraser offers this commentary:  "As a sort of digital fasting, I'm going to give up social media for a while. The problem is that we have become terrorised by image, constantly fretful to manage the self that is reflected back to us, neurotically checking how many followers we have, at the mercy of other people's sense of who we are. Once we followed the star. Now we follow the stars, hoping they too might follow us. But maybe, just maybe, the star itself is a better guide. And, best of all, it doesn't always lead back to me. " 
People want to be noticed, and followed today. I don't want to be noticed. I just want to be quiet. I am very happy in the background.    

How have confrontations this past week helped me? Perhaps they were with angels!
Well, Thursday reminded me I am still in one piece, I still have blessings and God has been there even in the darkest pain this year. 
Friday reminded me that the best thing to do is get on with your life and be yourself and to worry less about things you can do very little about, or you can make worse if you try. 
And yesterday reminded me that I need to open my eyes more to what there is that is good, and to be open to God's surprise, the theme of all my services this year. 

I know a lot of my friends out there find my blogging helpful. I am writing this for those of them who cannot find time to be in this season. I just say that taking time this last week to reassess with companions on the journey, some I will never meet again, has been a moment of grace. Oh, and Penhurst is a lovely place to come and be. I am glad I have discovered it. The next retreat day there in February will be an interesting one - I am leading it! 
           





Sunday 1 December 2013

Advent Hope

I love Derek the Cleric. Here is a picture of expectation...

I am in the middle of Advent Sunday worship. This morning we had a lovely Advent Carol Service with communion in one of my churches, including exploring with the children who is coming "Santa Claus!" and what today might be called "Palm Sunday"! I am about to go and try something new for my churches, an Advent Taize Service in candlelight and I am looking forward to that very much after a difficult week of issues and stuff racing around my head. 
I often ponder why we don’t do Advent very well in the church. We rush on to Christmas, trees and decorations are up in two of my churches already and it’s a bit early. These weeks of Advent are as important for us to prepare as it was for those people in Asda on Friday, I think, trampling on people to get a bargain on "Black Friday".
Perhaps we don’t want to think, perhaps we are so busy worrying about the church that we have forgotten why we are the church at all, and perhaps we have forgotten to celebrate the enormity of God’s ways. This season is about God doing something. 
Perhaps we have forgotten his amazing grace, and so he comes and we don’t notice and we don’t even look, and more seriously perhaps we don’t even expect any more. The same Christmas decorations come out, we put them in the same place as every year, we do Christmas to a script and we expect no surprises. Or – we panic when things go a bit haywire in life and we think we can’t cope.
God is a God of promise and he never leaves us or forsakes us. He has all things under control. His story is clear and to the point – he is coming to look out for us despite ourselves, he has a plan for us, he loves us and so we should trust him. But we don’t wait for him to come in his time so we do our own thing because we can do better and we want good things now. We don’t want to wait for a Christmas made in our heart we want to make our own future – today. Like Molly my naughty cat on Friday night. There I was at home watching I’m a Celebrity on the sofa, chilled out. Molly is fed at a set time but she tries to con me that she needs more food inbetween. Last time I went to the vet it was embarrassing because a) Molly bit the vet, and b) I was told off because quote “your cat is a bit fat.” So, she has to wait for set meal times. I was dozing off when suddenly this little field mouse came scuttling past me on the floor followed by a cat – I want to do my own thing, I want it now. She didn’t understand when I grabbed it by the tail and we had a funeral as it soon died of fright. We have to wait for God in God’s own time, but God will come. That's our faith, anyway. And if today though I am tired and I don't get what is doing on around me, I still share it and believe it and know the breaking in of God will come. 
The joy of this season is that you get one service over and you start thinking about the next one. I found this new hymn by Gareth Hill which sums up these next few weeks and what I hope from them, very well. 

We do not look for angel choirs or visions in the sky, but simply pray that peace on earth comes nearer through the Christ child’s birth in Bethlehem for us, in Bethlehem for us.
We do not look for frankincense or wise ones at our door, but simply ask our prayers be heard
and that our restless hearts be stirred by Jesus’ newborn cry, by Jesus’ newborn cry.
We will not rest until we know that God makes all things new; until our search for answered prayer transforms the lives of all who dare to put their trust in you, to put their trust in you.
But still you send us songs of peace and wisdom whispers near.
You call us to the way of Christ, that in our living hope will rise from Bethlehem to here,
from Bethlehem to here.
In the middle of local church issues, demands for carols and readings for three week's time, demands to visit people, sort things out and personal stuff in my life, I need to let God in. I remember a quote a vicar had in a Christmas letter some years ago. A lady had said to him "I hate Christmas. I just want some peace and quiet to hear the angels sing."

Amen to that!  

Sunday 10 November 2013

Remembrance Sunday



I have just returned from an Act of Remembrance in Ore Village, my nearest community. Around 350 people including young children in uniformed organisations have gathered today to remember. Standing around a war memorial during the two minutes silence I was moved to think of ordinary people who went to war and gave their lives in horrific circumstances and now all we have of them is on marble.

I went to the Imperial War Museum North in Salford Quays this week while on holiday and was pleased to find the place full of school children on educational visits, hearing and interacting with history. The museum was really excellent and I recommend a visit if you are in the North West anytime. I was moved most of all this morning by hearing children's voices say the response to the prayers loudly "Lord, give peace." We need to remember in order to try and not make war any more in our modern world.

I am off in a moment to lead a reflective time of worship in Ninfield, one of our rural chapels, about the personal cost of conflict and the personal responsibility we have to try and live in community, harmoniously. I found this picture on the internet moved to do some digging after reading personal stories of soldiers at the Imperial War Museum, especially of those who went excitedly to the enlisting office as World War One began. None of those men knew the horror that awaited them, none of them at that point thought they would not come back. The war would be over by Christmas!

I am using this picture in worship this afternoon. It is of a group of young men going off to the war in 1914. My Grandad, Harry Smith, is on the cart standing above the lad on the far right, with a cap on. I don't remember much about him really, he died in 1981, aged 86. He was head of a family building firm and I certainly don't remember him talking about his wartime experiences. But in 1978 Gran and Grandad Smith had their Diamond Wedding and were interviewed by the local paper. Grandad said of his time at the Battle of the Somme, "a bullet went through my shoulder and out the other side, but fortunately didn't break any bones. I'm lucky to be alive at all, let alone celebrate a Diamond Wedding." You wonder how that experience marked Grandad for the rest of his life. He was lucky, but did he ever "get over" what he experienced? I doubt it. War maims for ever, and it still maims today.

So what on earth do we say on a day like this? What is it for? Yes, it is to remember the fallen and to remember difficult parts of our history. I've been to lunch at the Miller's Arms. The veterans in Ore Village invited all the clergy, the councillors and the police to join them after the service this morning. Sadly only a few police officers and me accepted the invitation. The man who did the "when you go home" line this morning was slightly worse for wear by the time I got to the pub. But it was important for him to raise several glasses to his comrades!

But today is more about I think trying to create community where we are. We cannot influence world events in the main, but we can make a difference where we are. Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me, says the song. I hope some of those little children in church this morning and at the museum on Tuesday thought about getting on together. I still see too many battles between people, too many misunderstandings in relationships, too many words said in haste, too many occasions where people are unwilling to enter into dialogue but will lash out instead of investing time trying to understand the other, too many times of unacceptance of the "different", too many people making themselves ill because someone else has been horrible to them, too many times when we have gone to war rather than pursuing peace. There is no point of today remembering unless we resolve to live differently, otherwise it is empty ritual and meaningless.

We need to reach out to people where they are, and that can be messy. But life is fuller if we do it rather than be judgmental or get on a coat to get our own way against the people we encounter. Perhaps then there was a parable about how we might live differently at the end of the service over coffee this morning.
As we came back into church for refreshments a young Mum and her friend approached me. The Mum, Samantha, wanted to know if I did christenings. She thought I was the Vicar (we were in the Parish Church) I told her (knowing the Vicar would not christen her little girl because he is quite strict about what they need to do before he'll agree) if she wanted to come to my church up the road I would happily do it for her. Her face lit up. Then she looked sad, "my partner isn't with me anymore" she said, thinking I would now say no. I told her that didn't matter, that life happens, that we would talk about it, and that we could be there for her and her little girl. We had a lovely chat and I look forward to a nice time with that family in February. The encounter with me could have been awkward, but I was prepared to enter into life, even though it isn't straightforward.

I wonder what Grandad, Harry Smith, and his mates were thinking as they set up from The Folly in Wheathampstead, Hertfordshire nearly 100 years ago, into the unknown.
I wonder what people have been thinking today as they have gathered around war memorials and have laid poppy wreaths.
Most of all, I wonder when we are ever going to learn to reach out and work at community, so that one day men and women do not suffer and fall at the hands of those who want their own way. A day when evil and prejudice is defeated.
    

Friday 18 October 2013

Local Preachers Study Morning

I'm leading a morning on "radical worship" tomorrow and I offer this to others who train preachers. Feel free to pinch anything!

People rarely comment on the worship we conduct apart from “nice hymns” perhaps. We can take silence as a job well done! But if we dare to do something different, or radical, then people might well react. We’ll look at whether Jesus was radical a bit later and whether as preachers and worship leaders we are called to be radical today to make people sit up and take notice or simply to react. What is it we proclaim on a Sunday, and what sort of world are we sending people we share with into. Is our preaching and worship leading to be contextual, challenging, uncomfortable sometimes?

People want it to be a comfort. They don’t come to church to be upset or to be told things cannot stay the way they have always been. They like what they like! But I wonder whether our task sometimes is to unsettle, to stir, to proclaim a revolutionary Gospel! To make people think.

I like my liturgy, I am comfortable with the same words over and over again, they are a solace for me in trouble, a rock to hold onto. But if I have the same diet always, then I haven’t the resources to cope with anything other than what I am comfortable with. I will not be adventurous in my faith and my worship leading. It’s like pondering the menu of the local Chinese take away, we look at it at length and then order the same we always order because we like that best. It’s like sitting in the same seat in church. We like it there. It’s like preaching your hobby horse sermon every Sunday, we’re comfortable with it. The lectionary passage is a bit challenging so we ditch it. This comfort thing though is not wrong – take services at our two local Methodist homes, the comfort of old hymns and prayers we know by heart, brings people in those times of worship alive. So don’t ditch the comfort but I think you need the comfort AND the radical and challenging.

I want us to think about whether Jesus was radical (Where did he get this from?) 
Two passages I want us to think about. First from “Radical Jesus” by John Vincent, Marshall Pickering, 1986: quoting Mark 1: 14
“Our word “believe” does not quite get the force of the Greek word here. It really means “”Give yourself over to, risk your life on, put your faith in, trust yourself to.” So, Jesus says, “don’t hold yourself back. You will not get anything that way, rather, let yourself go, “get with it” take a chance, act as if it were true. The “good news” is that the Kingdom is here. Let yourselves start acting as if it is true.”
The question is how we share the Kingdom with people and make it relevant for them. Do we have to leave our comfort zones in order for the message to get across to where people are? There is a responsibility as we prepare and lead worship. What do you make of this paragraph?
“Regular Sunday worship is the churches’ shop window. It is up to all of us to ensure that what is presented there is high quality no matter what form worship takes. Worship should be a beautiful thing for God and for those participating, so that all will come to know the life giving love that we have received and give thanks for every time we worship.”
(Jill Hopkinson, National Rural Officer for the C of E in Country Way, October 2013)    

Is there a role for prophetic preaching, telling it how it is. When I did it once I was asked “are you alright?” How do we leave a congregation feeling after a challenging, radical sharing of the message? Are we called to be popular? Someone said to me last Saturday at something I was at, “we are not meant to be liked.” But I want to be liked, don’t you? And sometimes there is a low expectation in congregations!

I remember Mrs Lancaster. Mrs Lancaster was a member of the Sisterhood at Kinsbourne Green Methodist Church in the old Harpenden Circuit. I used to do their Sisterhood when I was a lay worker on the staff. She had an ear trumpet and she would nod off quickly. I remember one meeting when after she had snored through most of my talk she came to and she looked at me and she said very loudly, “Good God, is he still talking????!!!”  
A lovely quote that sums up Jesus here really:
“When we look at our world through the lenses of God’s grace, it changes everything. We can no longer view others as “competition” that we have to outdo in our piety in order to “make it in” to heaven. Everybody “makes it in” because God wills it. Period. The whole creation is to be drawn into the peace and love and life of God’s kingdom.”
What this means for us is that we cannot view ourselves as God’s “favourites” who receive special blessing over and above others. It means that we all receive the gift of God’s grace that extends to everyone equally. It means that no one can be viewed as outside God’s grace—no one is excluded; all are welcome. And that is radical!

Sometimes a different scenario can be a challenge to us, but life happens to people in between worship occasions and we need to be where people are. Some worship may now not speak to some people that we offer. Perhaps we are heading for multiplex services in the same building at the same time, or maybe different churches will offer different styles and you travel to the style you like. How do we share the message of God’s Kingdom and Christ’s love where people are – and what if life has happened to people and we need to adapt the way we present the message away from what we have prepared? Can we have a radical shift in approach?
Get someone to choose a well known, short passage. Pretend that is tomorrow’s passage and you are appointed to preach. Life has happened for the local church or it happens during the service! How do you adapt your message or don’t you?
·       60 young people on a scouts and guides outing are to be in church for the first part of the service.
·       The steward of the village church with three members has died in the night.
·       The local factory has suddenly made a considerable amount of the workforce redundant and lots of them are in church raw about that.
·       There are a group of people with dementia brought in a minibus who like to shout out during the service.
·       You are planned to lead worship on Christmas Day. You have people there who only come to church once a year.
·       The Queen has died in the week before the service.
·       A church up the road has been told it is not safe to enter it and so they are in your church feeling bereaved and lost.
·       An unruly baptismal party is bored in front of you.
·       You are planned for an evening service in a rural chapel and there is only you, the steward and the organist there!
Martyn Atkins in “Preaching in a cultural context” Foundery Press 2001, says Wesley was into answering a question that burned in his spirit, “How should I preach the Christian Gospel to those in front of me?”

I was looking at my 1987 book of worship and sermons. The world has changed since 1987. I did it all back then! Now there is more participation, church lay out has altered, there is multi media, congregations are more diverse and spasmodic in attendance and there are more opportunities to share I think then perhaps our five appointments on the plan. The challenge to show Jesus, who was radical and relevant so much so people responded to him. We need more people to take up this work. I think the next few years could be exciting if we are prepared as John Vincent says in that old book I found we let ourselves go. But beware this final story:

A preacher had been berating his congregation for almost an hour. As he pounded the pulpit in a dramatic climax, he asked the hypothetical question in soaring oratorical tones: “What more can I say?” A voice in the back pew responded: “Say Amen, and sit down!”

Saturday 3 August 2013

Too much stuff


The lectionary passage for tomorrow is Luke 12: 13 - 21 about the man who wanted to build bigger barns and wallow in his stuff. 

How much stuff do we need in your life? Perhaps all of us have got too much stuff. We surround ourselves with stuff. When we are about to move house, we look at our stuff, and we think do I need this stuff anymore, even stuff that has been in a loft for years, and we haven’t had it out of the loft for years but we might now suddenly need it, or things that are in sealed boxes we haven’t opened since 2003, can’t throw anything in the box out, we need that stuff, or our bookshelves are full and we have too many books now but will we get rid of some books, no, I might read that one soon, so the books stay on the shelf. We love stuff. My Mother collects stuff, people buy her ornaments which then collect dust, she started buying donkeys (not real donkeys, china ones) now she has more donkeys that in the donkey sanctuary in Sidmouth if you’ve been there. Everywhere you look in her living room there are donkeys – stuff everywhere. She has a little bedroom full of stuff. I try and have a nose in there when I visit but she knows what I’m up to, and yells up the stairs, “Get out of that room!” I wonder what she has in there I’m not meant to see! I did find a cat’s ashes that died some ten years ago in a box on Monday. Stuff, too much stuff.

What about people who want more stuff? The advertisers are brilliant at getting at people who want more stuff, you need this product for life to be complete, you need a bigger house, you need a better car, have more. You don’t need more, but have it anyway, because you are worth it. The supermarkets are good at it. You go in with a list, in the order things are from your memory, and they’ve moved everything around and they put yummy chocolate biscuits in your way and you find them going into your trolley. You don’t need them but you have them. You go to Macdonalds (I know it is bad but now and again it is okay) and they say, “do you want to go large?”
 You go to a carvery, and you watch people pile up the plate with as much food as you can get on it, building up potatoes like a Jenga tower. More. Because more is possible.    

The man says:
 “I will pull down my barns and build larger ones...... and I will say to myself: “Self, you have plenty of stuff laid up for many years; take it easy, eat drink and be merry.”

It looks as if he was very rich, owning the best quality land, maybe able to employ the best farming practices,  and also having the good luck of a few bumper seasons. I suspect that he assumed that every gram of his success was well deserved that his special character, or skill, or hard work, or even his righteous prayers, were being justly rewarded. 
 “I’m a good man and I deserve it.”

 So what was wrong with him? He worshipped stuff, basically. This is the only story in the Gospels where God speaks directly with someone and God calls him a fool. With all his property and all his big plans, he had missed the real point of life. He lost the plot. He threw all his energies into physical prosperity and planned for future physical self indulgences. He did not stop to ask: “Is this all there is to life?” And so he died as a spiritual pauper. Remember Jesus doesn’t say ever a lot of stuff, a lot of money is evil, it is what you do with what you have, or whether you have too much and don’t share it that is the issue.

Martin Luther King once told the story about a lady who had a car accident in Atlanta. The woman’s husband received a phone call to tell him that the accident had taken place on the expressway. When he got the call, the first thing the man said was “How much damage did it do to my Cadillac?” He never even thought to ask how his wife was doing. Martin Luther King comments “Now that man was a fool, because he had allowed an automobile to become more significant than a person. He wasn’t a fool because he had a Cadillac, he was a fool because he worshipped his Cadillac. He allowed his automobile to become more important than God.”

The man in Jesus story was called a fool because he got his priorities, his allegiance all wrong. Surrounding yourself with stuff, more stuff, more than you need, distorts your focus. This reading in our lectionary comes straight after looking at the Lord’s Prayer.  God gives us “daily bread” – no more than we need for today.
Remember the manna in the desert for the people in Moses day went off if too much was given.
There was enough, and no more. We live in a world where too many people have too much and too many people don’t have enough to even exist, let alone live.
We live in a world, and some new hymn words from Singing the Faith (703) say this well, where we have lost the truth we need, in sophisticated language we have justified our greed, by our struggle for possessions, we have robbed the poor and weak. We live in a country where food banks are a necessity. I wonder whether they should really be necessary? I live in an area of real, perhaps hidden, but real poverty. What is the church response to poverty, do we keep the best for ourselves and long for more from God just for us, or do we share what we have and hope that God will bless others just as much as he has blessed us, outside the church?

Last Sunday there was a fire at Marlborough House in St Leonards. The residents there lost everything, and an appeal went out for clothes to be taken to the YMCA on Tuesday and Wednesday. I went and took a bag full and they were overwhelmed by the response of people, it really was wonderful to see. All of us have too many clothes in a wardrobe we will hear one day, or if you are like me, we will wear one day when we can do the buttons up again!            

The man in the story has no one else in his world. He is content to live off material capital, with no social or spiritual reserves to draw on. God’s Kingdom ways mean nothing to him. I think there is a message here for some churches obsessed with buildings and what will happen to buildings that are too big or too hard work. In the end God is bigger than a building, and we will still be church even if we haven’t got a building to worship him in. We will always have enough.

I read this appeal when reading about this story:
“What do our lives consist of? What will we offer to God? There’s nothing in my house that God wants except my soul. And the shape my soul is in will probably have an awful lot to do with what it is my life really consists of. How is your soul? What does your life consist of? What do you still want to check off your wish list before you’ll finally be in the right state of mind to think about discipleship, to think about answering God’s call? The things you’ve been working so hard to prepare, to store up, to save up – whose will they be? Take care! God’s abundance is so much richer than the treasures you have here, and your life is so much more precious than you think, and God wants that life – your life – right now. What does you life consist of? What kind of soul will you give to God?”        

Wednesday 24 July 2013

Thoughts a few days after holiday...

I've just returned from a wonderful fortnight’s holiday. My friends let me use their cottage in the Lake District. This is their back garden!


   
It is easy when we are in places like this to stop, to get off the treadmill of life, sit, be and reflect on the wonder of God’s providence in our lives. It is not so easy to do contemplation and reflection when we are not on holiday, because we say we are so busy. But why can’t we create space each day to pause and think about the spiritual dimension in our lives? If we are too busy to focus on the divine, then I believe our spiritual lives as people and as churches will eventually die. I think it was the White Rabbit in the Alice stories who said, “It takes all the running you can do to stay in the same place.” We all feel like that sometimes. Even our church lives can become frenetic with activity, planning, organisation and issues that we have no energy. We don’t do space, and we don’t do silence.
I read this week that we spend too much time checking Facebook for new statuses, tweeting, texting and staring at our phones. We want to see life moving, what people are doing, we want instant responses to what we text, Facebook and tweet. I recently went to see the comedian Andy Parsons at the De La Warr pavilion in Bexhill. He talked about this issue and suggested we ought to open our front door every ten minutes to see if anyone is there!
How do we create space in our lives to let God in, and breathe spiritually? I think even if we spend ten minutes during our day focussing on God rather than us, we will benefit. I would recommend two websites. The Methodist Church website – www.methodist.org.uk has a section with a prayer, a bible reading and a thought for the day. It takes minutes to do it, it is written to be done early in the morning, or at lunchtime, or in the evening, whenever you have time. Another excellent resource is a Jesuit site from Ireland – www.sacredspace.ie – this is really helpful, and again takes little time to complete the daily exercise suggested. 

Mark and Mary Fleeson, who live and work on Holy Island, have just written a little book called “The One Day Creative Retreat Activity Book” and in it they write this:
“Look for God in the small things. The snatched conversation you just had with the shop assistant, God was there; the hug you gave your grieving friend, God was there; the moment you took to smell the flowers, God was there; when you washed up after dinner, God was there. It isn’t that God wants to do the washing up for you or promise you that every washing up moment will be filled with joy but God may be telling you that if you spend those times that need little thought, in prayer and conversation with your Creator, then your life may be that bit richer and purposeful.”

I think I see what they are saying. Find God in the things around you, and savour them more than you perhaps to. They are the bright and glorious things of your life, and maybe you need more space to remember them. Never take God’s gifts in your life for granted.

In modern church life, I think there are two issues. First, we need to take in in order to give out. Rushing around, in the end, will lead to church exhaustion and disillusionment. I’ve ministered to those sorts of churches and it is tiring. Let’s not be frightened to spend more time together in prayer, in house groups, in reflecting where God is leading us, let’s seek God before we make decisions about anything. Let’s slow down! We too easily rush on to do church and leave God behind. A recent Church Council somewhere decided to have a five minute break before anyone moved to put kettles on and clang cups for coffee at the back of the church, to give us all time to reflect on what God has said in our service. What a simple innovation!
Then I am coming more and more to believe people are yearning for space and those of us responsible for churches should be more open  to allow people to come in them, or create opportunities for people to talk about deep things in life that bother them. Do we create spaces where people can come and punctuate their life with a glimpse of the divine? Can we meet people who yearn to find more to life than busyness and have you time to sit with them or is there too much to do?

The President of the Methodist Conference in her address after her induction said this:
"During the last year quite a few people have asked me what the theme of this address would be. My usual answer has been, "I am going to talk about God", it was truthful but not very informative. For those who would like the theme in a few words it is waiting expectantly for glimpses of glory.
You see, if it is true that God is with us and reaching out to us in love, wherever we are and whatever we are going through in our lives - then we should expect to glimpse the glory of God at any time and in any place. It is not just that we will be surprised by God, though in my experience this does happen, It is that we should expect to glimpse the glory of God, we should be an expectant people."
Finally, to punctuate the day, means we might have room for God to speak to us! Perhaps that is why some of us don’t leave the space because we are afraid what might happen. But if we try it, life may change. On my second week of holiday I went to Whitstable – what a lovely place! My last night was deliberately spent in reflection, a long walk and sitting looking at the sunset. In that time God spoke about my life, direction, a second year in my current role. It was a deeply powerful time. I needed it, so I recommend sitting waiting for the sunset next time you see one coming with your camera and just listen to the waves. God will come. As Mother Julian of Norwich once wrote, “The fullness of God is to behold God in everything.” He is there wherever you are. Remember finally, that lovely Scripture from Isaiah chapter 30: “In returning and rest, you shall be saved.” 

Wednesday 24 April 2013

Using things around us to speak of God...

Luis Suarez
It has been a long couple of days but good ones. I've been doing some reflecting on using culture and stuff around us to help people understand God a bit more.  

This morning I was privileged to do two school assemblies. I have rediscovered in this appointment how much fun they can be. At Guestling School this morning I was asked to explore humility. We talked about whether we feel important, some children did, others did not, "because I am not the Queen" said one. We then thought about famous people and whether they are important. I suggested they name a famous person and we might discuss them. Jessie J was who the children wanted to talk about. They suggested she is a good role model, a good singer, nice, she "turns her chair round and praises people" and is smiley. I did cause a bit of a riot when I said she "had her head shaved off for Comic Relief"! We then thought about famous people feeling TOO important. I talked with the children about Luis Suarez and Sunday's appalling biting of another player. We explored how humility is thinking less about yourself and more about the other. I was told afterwards by a teacher they now "got humility" whereas before it had been "too difficult" to understand when vicars have been in and used long words. "Not many ministers would be able to discuss Jessie J with seven year olds" she laughed! A bit later at Rye Primary School, I was asked to speak with the children about anger. I used the Suarez episode again. We explored how violent anger is wrong and we explored what would happen to me if church members who annoyed me were suddenly bitten by me. Liverpool supporters in the hall did not think what he did was right. Both assemblies were powerful theological times. I am sorry older people inside churches still insist children in schools are not exploring God. There is more deep theology and discussion about life done in school halls than in church really. What does this say about churches?

Tonight, I've facilitated a meeting to try and get some house groups up and running across the Methodist churches of Hastings and St Leonards. We are hoping to start some groups in September. I told the meeting another story from last night to highlight the need to know how to engage with real life to stand a chance of sharing God properly with anyone. 
I met a couple wanting to get married a year in October in our little St Helens Church. 
They said "we didn't know you could get married in that church, we thought you could only get married in a proper church."
I asked what they thought a proper church might be! The answer was one with gravestones in it. 
We then went on to have another deep theological discussion about death. The lady could not go in a church with a graveyard because it was spooky and reminded her of her mother's funeral, the last time she went in a church. We spent a good half hour thinking about death and hope and life. It was very good to reflect with that couple about something that had clearly been bothering them for ages. I shared with the group tonight we have to be prepared to meet people where they are, and begin from where they are, if we are to be relevant for them. A negative feeling about gravestones, Jessie J, angry sore losers on the football pitch can all be used to start conversation about spiritual things. I reflect that this is exactly what Jesus did, he took the things around him and told stories about them, he knew about his own popular culture, he knew what people were talking about and he started engagement by meeting people where they were. So often the Church gets it wrong by wanting people to start where the Church wants them to be - that is not how to go about it today. 
I wonder what ordinary things or people around me might be used to start conversation tomorrow?   
                

Friday 19 April 2013

I am the vicar, I am


This has been doing the rounds out there, worth sharing. 
I  am the vicar, I am.
I am the pastor, the carer, the listener
the one with the time to drop everything and
I also understand global politics and immigration and
I am the one who knows about Afghanistan
and cares about ‘our boys’
and I care about speed-humps
graffiti
litter
and the positioning of zebra crossings near schools.
I am passionate about school assemblies
council meetings
mums and toddlers and also
I am good at one-to-one and small groups and
I listen and empathise and at the same time
I am the one who plans and strategizes and
I am the one who understands budgets and decides if we can buy any staples
or replace the heating system.
I am the vicar, I am.
I am the quiet reflective prayer and
I am the speaker, the enthuser, the motivator, the learned teacher and
I can engage a room of 10, 50, 300 people with no problem because
I am the one who relates particularly well to children
older people
the middle-aged
the jobless
the employed
the doctors
teenagers and
I am the one who is always one step ahead and
I am the one who is endearingly disorganised.
I am the vicar, I am.
I care passionately about church politics
I care passionately about domestic abuse
I care passionately about the plight of Anglo Catholics
women priests
gay clergy
evangelicals and
I listen to the pope
the archbishop and
Rob Bell.
I am up-to-date with theological developments.
I understand the history of the reformation
the armed forces
the war
the government
the deanery
the Jewish background of Jesus and
I care about the excluded and
I manage my admin and
I know how to access children’s services.
I am the vicar, I am.
I am the one in whom trust is placed
I am the one in whom grumbles are placed
I am the one who is always talking to everyone else
I am the one who models worship
marriage
family
gardening
conversation
baking
prayer
listening
talking
planning.
I often get it wrong.
I am the one who has to keep my doubts under wraps and
I am also the one who is vulnerable and
dependable
stable
trustworthy.
I am the one who chairs meetings
I am the one who manages group discussions
I am the manager of an organisation that employs only me
I am the volunteer co-ordinator
the opinion co-ordinator
the trespasser on the territory of people who have been around a lot longer than me
and will be there after me.
I understand the heating system
the financial system
the rota system.
I love committees.
I drink tea with older people
And coffee with younger people
I listen to stories of bus routes and hospital visits and
I believe in transforming our community through the power of Jesus.
I am the one who is very tired.
I am the one who hates wearing dresses but still smiles
and would love to be muddy all the time.
I am the one who only works one day a week.
I am the one who loves this job.
I am the one who is making it up as I go along.
I am the one who would not swap this for anything.
I am the vicar, I am.
(From the Blog of Kevin. )