BEARING GIFT & MOTHERING

Provision ...

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THE ROW ABOUT the Women Bishops debacle isn’t going to go away – the UK church press has been reporting this week – though the UK press at large, it appears, has pretty much let it do precisely that. That’s not such a huge surprise though, is it?

I’ll be glad if the row doesn’t go away because, however long it takes, a positive conclusion in favour of ordaining women to the episcopate – hopefully adding thereby a richer, fuller share of feminine wisdom to the “oversight” of the Body of Christ – will ultimately have literally catholic consequences for much – and many – more than just ordained women and men – or other Christians. I’ve spoken and written before of women having actually been episcopal - guardians and overseers of Wisdom faith and the gifts of the Spirit, for many, many generations. Not always ordained though. Like Jesus and Mary Magdalene and the other Apostles. Just called. Just following. Just turning the world – in the world – upside down. Just feeding (seems like) five thousand and being the providers, and the balm of life, and the cure of woe.

Yes: this debacle flags up for us, more perhaps than anything else in a long time has, that the Church today, as at various times and places in the past, has become too bureaucratic, too Book-bound, too busy, too churchy, too greedy, too noisy, too self-important, overbearing and self-protecting – none too keen at all on the thought of taking up a cross. (Especially whilst we’re so busy with all the Christmas shopping). We’ve forgotten about Advent. Forgotten about the call to have a bit of a re-think. Forgotten about the coming of the Real Christ. Fonder by far of Father Christmas, who – the legend says – has to operate on a limited budget so that each and all the world’s children are treated equally.

And we’ve come to think that the “Body of Christ” has actually very little to do with body – female or male, gay or straight. “Holy Communion” and attendant legislation sometimes displaces plain loving, plain human holy communion. That’s especially tragic since the sacrament is about nothing if it’s not about being eucharistic, about being thankful, about celebrating the reality of Divine provision – enough - of food and of drink and of every kind of love – for the Rainbow People of God, enough for every woman, child and man upon the earth if only we’d get our Christ-act into gear and engage with some Real practical Heaven-on-Earth Salvation.

Tiresome, circular, synodical and nod-off-ical discussions about ecclesiastical authority have usurped the all-important status that Jesus accorded to servanthood, and to right-being as opposed to (ecclesiastically) doing. Yes! – Jesus thought very differently. Ask his Mother. Or Mary from Magdala. Or Jairus’ daughter. Or the High Priest and his colleagues. Or the hated, occupying, heavily taxing Roman authorities. Or just about any woman or child or man he encountered, not forgetting those who tried and crucified him.

So we need to have a rethink, an annual Advent – or “coming” rethink, about incarnation, about being in the flesh, about human life.

The consequences I’ve alluded to have to do with women and men working in necessary partnership, in our shared search for self-knowledge, as a people under God – or to put it less religiously – a people who are in charge of their own destiny only insofar as that means being “in charge” as but one member of a community, a blessed communion, a worldwide human community, comprised of all faiths and none, that was brought to life, and sustained in that life, by something Other than itself.

In the Church these consequences have to do with a host of questions, some of them ancient, some of them being brought into the light of day only in our time, and amongst which are these:

Who, what and where, was and is God – the Source of Life?
Who, what and where, was and is Mary “Mother of God” and why?
Who, what and where, was and is Jesus Christ and why?
Who, what and where, was and is the Body of Christ now, and why?

Interlude: a reflection made by the late priest and Warden of Keble College, Oxford, Austin Farrer

Mary holds her finger out, and a divine hand closes on it. The maker of the world is born a begging child; he begs for milk, and does not know that it is milk for which he begs. We will not lift our hands to pull the love of God down to us, but he lifts his hands to pull human compassion down upon his cradle. So the weakness of God proves stronger than men, and the folly of God proves wiser than men. Love is the strongest instrument of omnipotence, for accomplishing those tasks he cares most dearly to perform; and this is how he brings his love to bear on human pride; by weakness not by strength, by need and not by bounty.

Back to the questions and to the consequences -

Who, what and where, was and is God – the Source of Life?
Who, what and where, was and is Mary “Mother of God” and why?
Who, what and where, was and is Jesus Christ and why?
Who, what and where, was and is the Body of Christ now, and why?

Who, what and where, was and is God – the Source of Life?

God is the Source of Life – is the source of all things living, past, present and future: a Who – in the sense of an Other that humankind has long perceived the possibility of being in some sort of relationship with; as to what – God is a Presence that humankind has described by various means and words as fundamentally “Spirit and Truth”; as to where – God is Presence and present wherever the continuing process of Creation is taking place, and so everywhere; as to was - God has been described as having been “uncreate” and therefore outside the boundaries of humanly understood and invented time; God is the aforementioned Source of Life – the source of all things living, past, present and future. Neither fully known, then, nor a Presence that humankind may shape or conform to its own will. This Spirit and this Truth “listeth where it wills”.

Who, what and where, was and is Mary “Mother of God” and why?

As to who – Mary is said to have been a young and devout Galilean girl – a young “virgin” or “maiden” – from Nazareth; as to what – the unmarried mother of a male infant of Galilee, albeit legally promised or “betrothed” to a man named Joseph “of the House of David”; as to where – St Luke records that the birth took place “while they were there” in Judea, in the city of David, which is called Bethlehem – a town whose name in Hebrew means “House of Bread” or, one might say, “a place of provision for the hungry”. Called to be “Theotokos” – God-bearer, Mary was innocent, fearful, gracious, self-giving, faithful and ready to serve a cause higher than her own: “let it be to me according to your word”, she said, and “he has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts, he has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted those of low degree; he has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent empty away”.

Mary had good intuition. Mary recognised that God the Source of Life – and life itself – sometimes turns human understandings of right and wrong upside down, but with good reason. All these things Mary was, and is, still. Mary was and is a handmaid – an instrument for the perpetual bringing to birth, again and again and again of the life of God.

A prototype for the mothering of the reign of God into the midst of ordinary impoverished human life, life that’s less than it could be but far from finished with. Mary is the model for the concern for the world and for all who live in it, and of the receptivity that’s required deep in the guts of we mothering men and women and children alike.

Mary modelled and still models what it might mean to bear God into the world because (and here’s a big consequence) - because you and I are to bear God into the world in precisely the same way – concerned and protective – always ready to empower the lives of the homeless, the illegitimate, the threatened and the dispossessed; always ready to wrap a cloak tightly and warmly around innocents who must flee from the impending threat of death. Namely, you and me and all of us.

Who, what and where, was and is Jesus Christ and why?

Jesus was the name given to the male child born to Mary in the place where provision for the hungry is made; Jesus thought of himself as a son of man, nobody special, except insofar as he was a man with a burning passion, a man with a vision that he was willing to share with all-comers – a vision for the dispossessed, that all should come to believe that all of Life is intended for all of humankind. Kind, generous, deeply loved by women and men and children alike, unconcerned with material comforts for himself, understanding though not legalistically bound by laws concerning who was deemed clean or unclean, righteous or unrighteous, a friend of human failures and therefore potentially a friend to be recognised by all, a bringer of healing and truth into sorry situations – and in that sense thought by many to be truly a “redeemer” – an “Emmanuel”, a God-in-the-midst-of-our trials. Jesus, though, was also despised, mocked, hated, hunted, tried and crucified – whilst never giving up on the cause, then or in his ongoing or “risen” life – the life in which he appeared and “appears” to countless people all over the world.

This son of man sought to lead all people into understanding that he and they together were and are and will be the daughters and the sons of God – of Life. Unusually for his time Jesus had no foibles about keeping company with women – even with women who were deemed by men “unclean” by virtue only of their being women. Women loved him. He loved them and he depended upon their love, their hospitality, their generosity, their tenderness, their willingness to speak – even about strange and unfamiliar new circumstances – and their deep and abiding feminine Wisdom. And he will have been very well aware of the subtle nuance contained in the Hebrew word used to describe the life that God breathes into ‘adamah – dust; the word ruach is a feminine word! Would-be strong-men need feminine contribution.

And so to our final question – and not forgetting aforementioned talk of Advent – or coming- consequences -

Who, what and where, was and is the Body of Christ now, and why?

We are the “Body of Christ” – the successors of one who was called “Christos” – an “anointed one” – one possessed, just as we are, of the Life, the anointing, of God in him. As to what the body now on earth is to do – Jesus himself provided a clue – “you will do greater things than you’ve seen me do”. As to where the body will be at work – well those first “learners”, those first “disciples” spread out all over the world after the death and “new life” appearances of Jesus from Nazareth. They spread a “Gospel”, news of “great joy”, encouraging beleaguered humankind to a “metanoia” – a rethink, a turning, a new way of looking at life, and at love, and at hospitality, and at service, and (ordained-by-God) purpose. Some of their successors became philosophers, and scientists, and Buddhists, and Hindus, and star-gazers, and some became known as Jews. A strand of the Jewish tradition became known as “followers in the Way” or Christians.

From all of this we can gather that the “Body of Christ” will properly be doing its work in and through all people in and throughout the whole world. The body of Christ, brought into the world through the joint co-operation of God, women and men, the body of Christ that is you, and me, bears God’s anointing to the world in the same ways that Mary and Jesus modelled for us – only, to quote him again, Jesus said “you will do greater things than you’ve seen me do”.

The consequences amount to great measures of healing for humankind, wherever the Gospel, the redemption, the “coming home” is gifted, willingly, and caused to bear fruit, caused to “mother” in the reign of God – to whom “Magnificat” (“make great the Name of LORD”) may then be sung with enthusiasm by poor and rich, high and low, unfaithful and faithful, alike.

Jesus Christ, mothered of Mary, signals to you and to me the Advent of God, the coming of God, the anointing of God, the breath of God into every area of human existence today and everyday, again and again. Mary the “Mother of God” and her ordinary-but-out-of-the-ordinary son have “redeemed” us – potentially ALL of us if the body of Christ now on earth is working as it should. They have shown us the way home to ourselves. The way home to Bethlehem, the house of provision for the poor, the hungry, the destitute, the homeless, the blind, the deaf, the halt, the hopeless, the faithless, the lame, the sick and the dying; the house of provision for disciples, learners, apostles, women and children and men working as one; the house of provision for the wise – the magi – who make proper and fitting use of money and gold, and of frankincense-prayer, and of their deep knowledge, shared with the virgin Mother’s Wisdom, that in earthly life, burdened as it is by many and varied human disappointments, there’ll always be need of the salve of ointment, there’ll always be a need – in life and in death – for myrrh. Until women and children and men, precisely, “enter again into their Mother’s womb” and are born to “Immortal Love, for ever full, for ever flowing free; for ever shared, for ever whole, a never-ebbing sea” – until they’re born – eternally – beyond the grave, where the waters have broken, and the road to home is a narrow pathway through the sea; until they are completely and irrevocably anointed, “christened”, forever born again to the Source of Life and the heart of Love.

Advent then speaks of Jesus – of a human being’s coming into our world, and of his coming in, and above, and below, and with, and through, and all around us, again and again and again. Advent calls us – all humankind – to run to the House of Bread, to run to the place of provision, rejoicing and thanksgiving; to run to the place where lions lie down with lambs. And it’s very, very near, only a day’s walking in fact, from earth’s little House of Bread, to JERUSALEM – to the fulfilment of “the Vision of Peace”. God’s Shalom. For women, for children and for men.

May I be forgiven for repeating -

Yes: this debacle flags up for us, more perhaps than anything else in a long time has, that the Church today, as at various times and places in the past, has become too bureaucratic, too Book-bound, too busy, too churchy, too greedy, too noisy, too self-important, overbearing and self-protecting – none too keen at all on the thought of taking up a cross.

So we need to have a rethink, an annual Advent – or “coming” – rethink, about incarnation, about being in the flesh, about living this human life.

Come on, come on, come on Houses of Bishops, Clergy and Laity! Sleepers wake! – the watch-cry pealeth. Loudly.

Hark! Ding-dong merrily! Let’s shift ourselves and get headed to the House of Provision.

Let’s be on the way by way of a Silent Night to a plainly human, holy, communion, a plainly Real Emmanuel, God-with-all-of-us in strife-torn and weary – but still so very, searingly, present - Little Town of Beit Lehem.

Let provision for all – let provision for Christ-children born in poverty everywhere – be our prayer.

Reader, bless me, if you will, by staying right where you are, just for a few quiet minutes. Be aware of the breath in you. Close your eyes and listen to this prayer – the offering of a woman and a man – the prayer of children all over the world …

Let this be our prayer

FIRST COMMUNIONS

SUNDAY AFTERNOON will be a special time in Bramhall Parish Church when some of our brightest and best, well prepared and excited, make their first holy communions. They’re an imaginative and special bunch of youngsters whose thinking, conversation and learning about the stuff of faith has taken them and me “Somewhere Deep” and they’re all a great joy to have around the place. They, together with their catechists and parish priest, warmly invite you to celebrate with them at 3.30pm on Sunday 20th November 2011 – with High Tea in the Hall after the Eucharist. Do come and encourage them. And be encouraged!

HOSPITALITY’S COMMUNION

I’M VERY MUCH TOUCHED tonight. Earlier today I baptised one of Stephen & Joanna’s lovely daughters. It was a joyful occasion, the second such family baptism I’d celebrated with them in recent years. The little candidate had a lovely time. Gorgeous, in a most beautiful white dress, she toddled about the church, sometimes appearing to be deep in prayer as she knelt at the communion rail. Sometimes looking intent, like one of our housekeepers. And all this set in the context of the Eucharist. Baptism and Eucharist, the two great sacraments of belonging. These make for celebration indeed. A holy communion between souls and the Heart – the Life – of God.

And then they headed off to “wet the baby’s head” in that other most important and time-honoured tradition. I wasn’t able to join them for that bit. But if hospitality’s communion had been celebrated in the church in the morning so, too, is hospitality’s communion to be celebrated here in the vicarage in the evening because, bless their hearts, a knock on the door mid-afternoon signalled the sharing of a marvellous and extraordinary gift – the wherewithal for a simply sumptuous 3 course supper, lovingly prepared and shared, and including Joanna’s fabulous home-baked cakes pictured above. This is holy communion indeed. The Lord Jesus, I believe, would smile and smile again upon such a sight and such a gift. Holy communion. In the morning and in the evening. I can almost here him asking “d’ya get it?” … Stephen and Joanna do.

Many, many, many thanks :)

WINDSAILS WITH WENDY

GREAT TODAY to have artist Wendy Rudd with us for the installation of her fabulously peaceful Windsails in our Lantern Tower. As with most artworks there’s a story behind this one. We hope that many will enjoy learning their story and a blessed time of peace, quiet and reflective meditation. The gentle, silent movement of the Windsails draws and leads willing souls into just such blessedness. Bramhall Parish Church is open on weekdays from 9-12 (join us for Wednesday Eucharist & Coffee afterwards at 10.30am?) & on Sunday mornings from 8am – 12.30. All welcome.

GO TENDERLY

A NINETY YEAR OLD LADY gazed tenderly straight into my eyes this morning – others too, of both sexes, and of all ages. Communion. Connectedness. Shared vocation. Eucharist. And I was so, so glad that I’m not the pastor of one of those Cathedrals (in Maggi’s “April Fool” – thank God!) planning to up their charges – even to those arriving for worship, to around £15 a visit. For, as Maggi suggests, there’s a note of truth to be heard in the voice of the Fool, and for all that I love churches and cathedrals, some of them with a passion, it’s time to take stock, and perhaps to have a rethink.

There’s a movement in the Church, right here in England, that’s pure madness. Paying the “parish share” to keep stones in place produces a stream of interminable “action plans” that are draining the Church of her proper essence and energy, both of these vitally necessary for her proper, mothering, task – shaping “living temples to God’s glory”. Something of the ancient edifice is going to have to give way, in this 21st century, to the saner voice of God’s Spirit within. “Hush the noise”, she whispers, “and hear the angels sing.”

What, and Who is the Church for?

Cynthia Bourgeault writes movingly in Mystical Hope: Trusting in the Mercy of God, of a brief encounter in New York, in 1973, with Brother Roger of Taizé:

So moved was I by his beautiful, simple words of prayer that at the end of his talk, in spite of myself, I found myself joining the throng swelling forward to meet him.

As the wave of people carried me steadily toward him, my panic increased. What would I say when I actually got there? Would I try to tell him all about myself in thirty seconds? Or the opposite – would I just stand there flustered and tongue-tied, wasting his time?

The line lurched forward and I was suddenly dumped into his presence. And there something happened that I would never have expected, and that changed my life forever. He simply looked at me, his beautifully gentle blue eyes right on me, and asked with tenderness, “What is your name?”

“Cynthia”, I said.

“Oh, it is a lovely name,” he said, and he looked deeply into me and through me into depths I never even knew were there. For the next thirty seconds, I had his full attention – perhaps the first time this had ever happened to me in my life, the first time I had ever experienced what it means to be unconditionally loved. I left that encounter with my heart overflowing with hope; by the following year I was baptized. And it was nothing he said – just the power of the way he was present, his complete transparency to love. The Community of Taizé may be a miracle, but there is no secret behind the miracle: in the heart of its founder, deep prayer and compassionate action have become fused as one.

What, and Who is the Church for?

Deep prayer and compassionate action, tenderness for the whole world, in the pastorate, the priesthood, of a humane humanity. The one defines the other.

Roger lived and loved like Jesus, who required no church or cathedral. Like Jesus, who spent more time encouraging people to slow down, and to take peace into homes and villages, than in encouraging religious people to run faster (and/or more expensively, with new-every-morning-novelty, and louder).  Like Jesus, who – like Brother Roger – made no charge. How, anyway, could I attach a price to the tender gaze, this morning, in Eucharist, of a ninety year old lady? Better to gaze gratefully – eucharistically – back. Or to put it another way, and wondrously quietly, to contemplate. God help us go tenderly.

 

ALIMENTOS GRATIS

The videos in this blog are great FULL SCREEN. Click the four arrows button before you click PLAY …

TIME TO GET OUT THE FACULTY APPLICATION FORMS AGAIN! – we don’t have pews in my parish church, but (what do you think?) I reckon we’ll have to dispose of the chairs! Our Growth Action Planning is bringing me to my knees every day. And on every occasion I implore “what are we here for?” – a question addressed first and foremost to the Fount and Source of my life (and of ALL life) – and then echoed dozens of times in my daily encounters with other human beings – some of them churchpeople, many of them not. Some of them women, some men, some teenagers and young children. Some gay, some straight. Some “rich” and “powerful”, some “poor” and “without hope”.

Each and every day I encounter what Richard Holloway calls simply DOUBTS AND LOVES. Each and every day I encounter people who can make neither head nor tail of a Church in / of England that preaches “All are welcome” in the same space and with the same breath put to use in keeping huge tranches of the population either out or “in their proper place”. (Maggi Dawn, among others, has posted observations about the two clerical gentlemen who have recently been in the headlines for their enthusiam for the Scriptural text  “Women submit to your husbands” – that have been described variously as “hilarious” and “tragic”. I’m hard pressed to see the “hilarious” myself.)

Every day I encounter fellow Christians who are staggering along the road beneath the weight of the millstones around their necks. “I don’t believe in closing churches” I hear a church leader cry. Lucky old you I shout back. I DO believe in closing dead ones. I DO believe in a gospel that shouts from the rooftops “stop living the lie”. 500 seater mausoleums are choking the life blood out of the dozen people who sit in so many of them for a not altogether very inviting hour a week, the people who  are pouring their ever decreasing resources straight down the drain of the temple’s voracious appetite … with not a soul willing to challenge the idolatry involved … and a “gospel” that’s so much more to do with who needs to be kept out than with those who ought to be encouraged to “get in”.

I’m haunted, still, by the cruel irony of the sight and sound of the Lambeth Bishops assembled in our beloved Mother Church in England, heartily singing “All are welcome, all are welcome, all are welcome in this place” – either not knowing, or having “just forgotten for a moment”, or (surely not) having chosen to ignore, the plain truth of that day: that some were not welcome, some were not welcome, some were not welcome in that place.

God help me! I’d love to see every church building in the land packed to capacity, filled with a thankful people, of every race and creed and colour and gender, gathered to give praise to our life-giving, life-enhancing, compassionate, forgiving, welcoming Creator. And that kind of growth doesn’t arise out of box ticking exercises. That kind of growth doesn’t start with an interest in numbers.  That kind of growth doesn’t arise out of “evangelical” proclamations of a “good news” that’s  actually bad news for many people, and that in plain sight. That kind of growth doesn’t arise out of the kind of barking preaching that insists that people must “opt in”.

That kind of growth arises when women and children and men have been helped (by countless gifts and means – churchy and unchurchy) to understand that GOD has “opted in” FOR THEM. God has breathed life into the very dust out of which every atom in the Universe comes into being. And still breathes it. That kind of growth arises of out “two or three (or maybe – “in Christ” an apostolic 12) gathered together in my name” … knowing that they’ve one heck of a lot in their numbers-saturated lives to be thankful for.

Now I guess I’ve no choice but to submit a faculty application for getting shut of our (perhaps 500 and frequently sat-upon) chairs. And I wouldn’t be overly hopeful of having one granted. But I can at least ask “please stop asking me to manage my church” … though I’m NOT completely thick,  and I believe that with customary clarity Nick Baines makes the point about false dichotomies very well indeed …

There are some in the church who wish to divide the words ‘pastoral’ and ‘managerial’. Apparently, Tom Butler is a managerial bishop – and some have accused me of being the same. Well, I see it as a compliment in one sense. Why? Because the dichotomy between ‘pastoral’ and ‘managerial’ is a false one – and a dangerous one. What some people mean by ‘pastoral’ (when asking for it in a bishop) is someone who won’t challenge, who is malleable and won’t interfere too much. But pastoral care begins with getting the administration, communication and ‘business’ right: how do you respect someone who says they care for you pastorally when they then double-book you, fail to reply to letters or emails and don’t do what they promise to do?

A bishop is called to be an accountable steward of the resources of people and stuff/things. He is not called primarily to be ‘nice’ or popular. If niceness and popularity follow, then that is fine; but episcopal leadership and ministry are not good for people who want to be everybody’s friend. The alternative to good management of the resources God gives us is, presumably, bad management. Can anybody show me how bad management equates to good pastoral care?

via Nick Baines’s Blog.

… but really: I feel less called to manage “my” church and more to love her. That’s why I owe a profound debt of gratitude to Fr Roger Clarke, one of the finest parish priests in our diocese, who sent me a link to these stunning videos from St Gregory’s in San Francisco. Perhaps you’ll notice the lack of chairs in the worship space. Perhaps you’ll understand the lack of them, and hopefully sense EUCHARIST going on. Holy Communion. Church growth, with action, and planning.

My wife and I are of one mind: tonight we just sang “Are you going to San Francisco?”. As soon as possible became our shared refrain. As soon as possible. And by the way, we understand now why San Francisco’s Cathedral is called simply and prophetically “Grace”. With all my heart: thanks for the lifeline, brother.

The videos in this blog are great FULL SCREEN. Click the four arrows button before you click PLAY …

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HOT OR COLD?

Patches Chabala

Patches Chabala

ANOTHER RICH SUNDAY. 8am reflection on “The Bread of Life”, led onto 10am Family Eucharist. First communion for young Freya, and visiting preacher, Zambian ordinand Patches Chabala, enthralling us with a very personal “photo album” of life back home in Zambia. Choices are simpler, Patches reflected. Asked whether you’d like a hot or a cold drink you’d simply reply, “hot, please” or “cold”. It takes a while to get the hang of the plethora of choices available in the UK. Here you can’t even get away with “tea, please” or “coffee”, for a further half dozen questions as to personal preference follow on from even these decisions. Get beyond hot or cold drinks and on to “what’s to eat?” and the world of the UK supermarket dazzles. Thankfully, God keeps things simple. In Jesus He’s the “bread of life” … french, ciabatta, naan, flat or Hovis don’t come into it. He just IS the bread of life. In Jesus we encounter God.

As an Iona liturgy has it:

He whom the universe could not contain, is present to us in this bread. He who redeemed us and called us by name now meets us in this cup. So take this bread and this wine. In them God comes to us so that we may come to God

God in the ordinary stuff of life. God in that which we can’t help but to do every day of our lives: eating and drinking. In this encounter we’re not left dazzled or baffled by a plethora of choices, nor asked to tick boxes, nor sent away “to get some experience and come back later”. God meets us today. Now. Where we are are and who we are. Because that’s who and what the Bread of Life is … Here and Now. The doors of God’s hospitality are open to every man, woman and child upon earth, today. We do well to remember that. And to open our church doors, ever wider.

See also: Patches goes to Lambeth

KINGDOM LIFE

So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away. See: everything has become new! – 2 Corinthians 5.17

KINGDOM LIFE. That’s what we’re about in our worship today: and every day, actually. Kingdom life. That’s what the Eucharist is for, and about.

“Not everything has a name”, wrote Alexander Solzhenitsyn, “Some things lead us into the realm beyond words … It is like that small mirror in the fairy tales … You glance in it and what you see is not yourself; for an instant you glimpse the Inaccessible, where no horse or magic carpet can take you. And the soul cries out for it.”

In Eucharist we bring our simple offering. Few of us will become leaders of nations; few of us will be great prophets, priests or kings. But here we take heart. Here we look to a Kingdom that requires faith no greater than a mustard seed!

The Kingdom of God is of a different order entirely when compared to the kingdoms of this world. The effect of God’s Kingdom at work in our lives will never be measured in material goods, or status, or popularity.

We will never know the good we have done with simple acts of kindness and love. With the simple flap of our spiritual wings, we may well change the divine dimension of our world forever. That is the parable of our lives.

The Kingdom is at work in the smallest cell of our body and every tiny breath of our spirit, wrote Frank Hegedus.

That’s why E H Sears—and your parish priest—repeat the words: “hush the noise … and hear the angels sing.” May it not be said by Christ’s family in Bramhall: “We had the experience but missed the meaning.”

The Kingdom — wrote the Welsh priest and poet, R S Thomas …

It’s a long way off but inside it
There are quite different things going on:
Festivals at which the poor man
Is king and the consumptive is
Healed; mirrors in which the blind look
At themselves and love looks at them
Back; and industry is for mending
The bent bones and the minds fractured
By life. It’s a long way off, but to get
There takes no time and admission
Is free, if you will purge yourself
Of desire, and present yourself with
Your need only and the simple offering
Of your faith, green as a leaf.

Faith the size of a mustard seed! God grant us that grace. For with Bishop John Taylor “I believe there is nothing more needed by humanity today … than the recovery of a sense of “beyondness” in the whole of life to revive the springs of wonder and adoration.”