SHALOM

SHALOM, SHALOM, SHALOM – this was the song of our packed Parade Service this morning. We were delighted to welcome Dr Lawi and Mama Molle Issa from our link Diocese of Newala in Tanzania and we sang ourselves hoarse – in my case with the 3rd big service of the day still to come!

Once again our “Bramhall Circle” celebrated being members of the world’s one great family of humankind. Young family members Ben and Isabella proclaimed the Gospel with confidence and clarity and we prayed for one of our own who’s away in Durham for the weekend in the vocation discernment process. Peace, peace, peace. Our work and our prayer.

ELECTRIFYING

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IN A FINAL SERMON to London’s St Martin in the Fields in July 2011 Nicholas Holtam, the new Bishop of Salisbury, said

The various parts of St Martin’s are good but the mix is electrifying, as at the first Pentecost when the nations gathered in Jerusalem received the gift of the Holy Spirit and experienced communion at the deepest level. Few communities are as varied in terms of rich and poor, all ages, ethnicity, straight and gay, gender balance (do you know another church with as many men?), all making a welcoming inclusive community.

I wondered then whether the writing was on the wall. Did we have here a bishop who’d advocate in Salisbury the kind of Church the Body of Christ is called to be – truly inclusive community? Well, today The Times reports Bishop Holtam’s taking a brave and lonely stand – in favour of gay marriage. Good news then not only for the Diocese of Salisbury but also for a vastly wider constituency. May it be that some glad day the whole Church of God is able to agree, joyfully, that “the mix is electrifying”. Then, I believe, we’ll all experience communion at the deepest level.

Petitioning
House of Bishops and General Synod
(Allow priests in the CofE the freedom to bless civil partnerships)

GODSPEED

The Right Reverend Oscar Stephen Mnung'a, Bishop of Newala, Tanzania photo/simonmarsh

UK photo slides here | Tony Johnson’s Newala, Tanzania slides here

WE’VE JUST WAVED Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes off on their way down to Hereford. We’ll miss them both. The parish will seem a duller, less colourful place without them, and they’ve only been with us for a week. I understand better, at a personal level, why forums like the Primates’ Meeting and the Lambeth Conference as well as Diocese / Parish based links like ours are so vitally important.

You just can’t beat personal contact where the bonds of affection are concerned, and we are, after all, an incarnational people. Men and women came to understand God so much better through their personal contact with Jesus of Nazareth. Bramhall Christians have come face to face with some of the tough realities, as well as some of the great joys of Christian life in Tanzania through enormously warm and gracious friendship established with Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes.

The Diocese of Newala has 26 parishes, over 200 sub-parishes, and every parish is involved in the running of 36 diocesan farms which produce a main crop of cashew nuts. A great deal of personal-people investment is involved in the establishment of this new diocese. The bishop and his wife themselves cultivate 10 acres – and that as a sort of spare-time occupation! Deep seated generosity is displayed by people who are far from wealthy in terms of material resources, but perhaps better off than some of us in the UK when it comes to the joy and confidence they have in the same faith we share with them.

Arrows are no good if they’re kept in a quiver, the bishop reminded us. There’s food for thought in those words for a long time to come here in Bramhall. Mama Agnes and Bishop Oscar of Newala have blessed us, and we know it.

UK photo slides hereTony Johnson’s Newala, Tanzania slides here

SING SOMETHING SIMPLE

LtoR Bishop Oscar, Keith Fenwick, Mama Agnes Mnung'a, 14 iii 2011

SAUSAGES AND GOOD ENGLISH CHEESE were on the menu today as Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes joined our monthly TGIM Luncheon Club for an energetic group – with a good corporate appetite – who call themselves “the old codgers”. Needless to say, the sausages made my day! Simple things often do, they work, they just do. Months ago someone said “maybe the Bishop would like English sausages?” And it’s true. One of my neighbouring priests discovered our Diocesan Bishop Peter’s love for home-made marmalade, and keeps him supplied. I think that’s great, and Ken just shrugs his shoulders and simply says “it’s the least I can do”.

Simple things. “I’m going to take this idea home to my diocese. Thank you”. (“This” – in this case – being our Verger John Baker’s idea of setting up a – yes, very simple – luncheon club for some of the retired men of the parish and accepting the offers of others to help him make it happen).

Simple things like sharing my spectacles with a bishop I met last Friday who, by Monday, seems like a brother. Simple things like the quieter moments when he sings a hymn in Swahili and I sing in English – both to the same well-loved Anglican tune. Simple things like other quiet moments when the hearts of two pastors turn out to be preoccupied with lists of extraordinarily similar things – each knowing the necessary degree of loneliness that that sometimes brings. Simple things like the welling up of laughter: “I’ll tell the folk back home”, he said, “that this arm’s growth has been supported by lunch with Bramhall’s churchwardens; this side of my growing stomach by Bramhall MU; and this side by Bramhall sausages and mash, here, with you!”

Yesterday the bishop developed the psalmist’s metaphor of the warrior armed with bow and arrows. You know, if you or I lost a bow and arrows we could, if we set our minds to it, make a new set in half an hour. Simple. And effective. I wonder though whether we Bramhall folk might think arrows a little unsophisticated? Are we keener on the complicated? Bishop Oscar owns one purple shirt, doesn’t yet have a house, regularly leads worship in churches that can’t yet afford a roof, loves sausages and mash, encourages us to think again about bows and arrows … and a voice in the cloud above my head seems to be saying – as though it had winged its way across the skies of Tanzania, “KEEP it simple” …

ARROWS

Oscar, Bishop of Newala, and Mama Agnes Mnung'a at St Michael & All Angels, Bramhall, 13 iii 2011

HEARTS AND MINDS in Bramhall have travelled far afield today. Japan has been plainly in our sights. There’s something numbing about our outsiders’ view of her terrible – and still terrifying – plight. Bishop Nick Baines articulates the reflections of countless witnesses in these past few days:

Massive catastrophes such as the earthquake and tsunami in Japan not only remind the world of (a) the fragility of life, (b) the commonality of human lives and (c) the contingency of all life, but also render as insignificant luxuries many of the preoccupations that drive our energies. (They might also provide an attentiveness smokescreen behind which the unscrupulous will increase their violence while the world and its media are distracted – think ‘Gaddafi‘.)

via Nick Baines’s Blog.

Hearts here have also been with the Bishop, priests and people of the newly created Diocese of Newala in Southern Tanzania with whom our parish established a link on the occasion of its own Centenary Year in 2010. Bishop Oscar’s welcome homily this morning sharpened up our thoughts about significant and insignificant luxuries good and properly. He’s currently living and working 2 hours away from his wife’s home as the bishop’s house is yet to to be completed. It’s especially good, therefore, that we’ve been able to welcome them both to Bramhall for this visit. And to reflect a bit on what Bishop Oscar believes the Church’s resources, the Church’s “arrows” are for:

In Psalm 127 the Psalmist reminds us that the Power of God is available to us for whatever good we want to achieve. He opens the Psalm, though, with a caution – “Unless”. God must be in our plans and in all our efforts used when we are doing anything.

It is not my intention to tell you about the place of God in our lives; but the Psalmist touched my mind with his words in verse 4 of this psalm:

“Like arrows in the hand of a warrior … “

The psalmist draws a picture of a warrior in a battlefield. He is armed with a bow and arrows. The Psalmist speaks of arrows in the hands of a warrior, not of those which are in the quiver.

Arrows which are in the quiver are useless! They have to be in the hand of a warrior, so that they can be used. Arrows which are in the quiver can get rust and lose their sharpness! Arrows – to be weapons – must be taken out of the quiver.

The Church today is blessed with resources which can boost the ministry and spread the Word of God. The Church has personnel and materials which can be used. But unfortunately most of them are still in a quiver, getting rusty and blunt.

Arrows cannot move on their own from a quiver and jump into the hand of a warrior. An effort has to be made. I picture the Church being both, the warrior and the arrows. I picture the faithful ones to be the arrows, I picture the dynamic churches to be warriors. It is a question of coordination. If a person assists the warrior to take his arrows out of a quiver, this warrior will be armed, equipped to stand in a battlefield.

Look at yourself as an arrow. Where do you stand? Are you in a quiver or in the hands? What do you do to help the warrior to have arrows out of the quiver?

It is my hope that, through this friendship between your church and our diocese we can recognise the gifts which we have and do all it takes to make sure that we put them into good use for the Glory of God.

We are those little arrows, in a quiver. Please help us to move and go into the hands, ready to be used. Amin.

Unimagined resources on a colossal scale are going to be required in Japan in the coming years. And a brand new Diocese with extremely limited financial resources is going to need some arrows too. And building the Church in Bramhall still needs steady aim. Where are the arrows? And how can we set them free – wherever in the world, and whatever kind of “arrow” is locally required – to do the job they’re meant to do. What drives our energies?

TANZANIA QUIZ

FULL HOUSE TONIGHT for our Quiz Night with Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes. It’s great to have them with us. Their warmth and smiles light the place up. It will be great to have the Bishop preach for us on the morrow. But time to climb the wooden hills tonight. All that brain work you know …

KARIBU SANA

TODAY’S ARRIVAL in Bramhall of Bishop Oscar & Mama Agnes Mnung’a is a significant moment in the life of our parish, and our friendship with the Bishop’s newly formed Diocese of Newala in Tanzania. We hope to share and to learn a great deal in the next seven days and I pray for grace and strength for Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes as they embark on a very full programme. Since many of their engagements here will involve breakfast,  lunch or dinner (including lunch with Bishop Peter in Chester on Tuesday) I’m fully expecting that by the end of the week our honoured guests, and many of us, will have gained a pound or two! Bishop Oscar will preach at celebrations of the Eucharist in Bramhall Parish Church on Sunday 13th March at 8am and 10am.

Karibu Sana. Welcome Bishop Oscar and Mama Agnes. And God bless you.

A SUPREME WONDER …

Remember, the supreme wonder of the Christian Church is that always in the moments when it has seemed most dead, out of its own body there has sprung up new life; so that in age after age it has renewed itself, and age after age by its renewal has carried the world forward into new stages of progress, as it will do for us in our day, if only we give ourselves in devotion to its Lord and take our place in its service.

William Temple, Archbishop of Canterbury, 1942–44
Christian Faith and Life, SCM, 1963, p133

IT’S NOT JUST OUR HEATED DEBATES about who’s really to be described as Anglican (or just plain “Christian”) and who’s not;

not just our perpetual concerns with the nature of authority, autonomy, belonging and vocation;

not just the abiding (too often dehumanising) circular debates about human sexuality;

not just the alarming trends in favour of Biblical fundamentalism;

not just a tendency towards saccharine ‘makes me feel good’ offerings of “Worship” or “Praise”;

not just our constantly looking over our shoulders and wondering what other Christian denominations are thinking of us;

not just the disagreeableness of those who set themselves up to judge “who’s in and who’s out”;

not just my hunch that the fiercely defended (but non-too-willingly paid for) porticoes of our man-made temples may well fall down and crush us;

not just my gnawing shame about our abiding care-less-ness – whether through unjust sharing of basic resources or too great a complacency in the face of present day warfare;

not just my constantly wondering “where the funds are going to come from”, that are of enormous concern to me at this moment in English Church history:

Of greater concern by far is the sense I have, too frequently, that the public accounting of our religious institutions barely remembers Almighty God, barely asks what Jesus would have to say to, or about, any or all of the above.

So I’m grateful to a great Archbishop I’ve only ever read about. I’m grateful to Archbishop William Temple who called the Church to pay attention to a supreme wonder in her own midst and of her own self: the “Body of Christ”, our only hope, and the best, the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

May our “Covenant” with the Life of Almighty God in every man, woman and child upon earth, of every shade and hue of faith and none, be renewed. Jesus advocated nothing less. May we approach the things of God – and his beloved humankind perhaps especially – with a renewed and deeper humility, may we at least try to embrace any and all our present-day “outcasts” remembering that “we’re no longer strangers but pilgrims”, moved to gratitude because

age after age by its renewal [the Church] has carried the world forward into new stages of progress, as it will do for us in our day, if only we give ourselves in devotion to its Lord and take our place in its service.

GAFCON THE FUTURE …?

Bishop Gene Robinson

RIAZAT BUTT writes in the Guardian today of Bishop Gene Robinson’s plan to retire “early” in January 2013. I imagine that January 2013 can hardly seem early enough for the good bishop. I continue to thank God for Bishop Gene and his family. And for his mission oriented Diocese of New Hampshire. Should he find time to visit England in “retirement” I would be delighted to welcome him here; delighted to thank him personally for being an exemplar – often a “wounded healer” – often a suffering exemplar – of the compassionate love held out to all of us by our Christ. I wish Bishop Gene continued energy and blessing for the coming years, and will pray that the grace of God will anoint and raise up a wise and compassionate new bishop to serve as his coadjutor.

But I hope you’ll forgive me for majoring for a moment on a comment said to have been made by Archbishop Peter Jensen of Sydney. Riazat Butt writes:

In a statement the archbishop of Sydney, the Rt Rev Peter Jensen, said: “It is true that his consecration was one of the flashpoints for a serious realignment of the whole Communion. But many things have happened since then. Gafcon is the future.”

GAFCON – (“Global Anglican Future Conference”) is the future? Then, Kyrie eleison, God help me, I must have misunderstood – for nearly thirty years – what my vocation as a Christian priest is really all about. You know, I have to raise my hand. I have to tell you that for all this time I’ve been preaching and teaching about, and believing and praying for, the day when THE KINGDOM OF GOD is the future.

And there’s more. I’m going to keep right on preaching that the Kingdom of God, the “New Jerusalem”, is the future. I don’t want to get caught up in playing the game of semantics with the archbishop, however. Nor do I intend to afford him any disrespect. So I’m going to dare to hope that he and I are really aspiring to the same thing. Not GAFCON as the future, but rather the fulfilment of God’s Kingdom of Peace: a kingdom where there is neither male nor female; a kingdom in which there are no debates about “whose wife (out of seven possible options) is she?”(see today’s Gospel: Luke 20.27-38) ; a kingdom in which there is neither pain, nor crying, nor dying anymore.  If GAFCON really were “the future” then I’d have to join Bishop Gene in announcing early retirement plans.

Meantime, I thank God that the future is much, much, much bigger than that. And neither plummeting attendance figures, (“only” about 500 people through the doors here this morning, and five newly baptised), nor plummeting diocesan or parochial finances, nor anything else upon earth can change that fact.

Blest are the pure in heart,
for they shall see our God,
the secret of the Lord is theirs,
their soul is Christ’s abode …

Please see also: Lesley’s Blog and Changing Attitude