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.

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.   

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 25^th 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!  

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! 
           

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!  

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.
    

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!”