GLORY

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WATCHING GLORY unfold in every facet of life and death is the blessed occupation of all human beings. The opportunities I’ve been given for just such a seeing in 30 years as a priest have brought me incalculable blessing. Glory unfolds everywhere. And as though the glory unfolding in our own lives were not blessing enough, we get to see it unfolding all around us as well. If we have eyes to see. If we have ears to hear.

Today I’ve greeted and laughed and prayed and baptised and celebrated Eucharist and cried with a couple of hundred people. Our wonderful Youth Group provided a cooked breakfast mid-morning. A sausage and bacon bap at any time is good news for me, but served this morning by marvellously giving and lovely young people, in parish rooms literally buzzing with life and laughter, though the winds were howling and the rains were drenching, it was glory writ large. “Never been here before” said a young Dad at the Baptism. “But it’s like coming home.” A bit like some of Jan Dean’s poetry that, “like coming home”.

In an hour and a half in our local Hospice this afternoon I met Glory that’s touchable. Many years ago I met Dame Cicely Saunders, the Mother Founder of the modern Hospice movement. I thought her a Christ-figure par excellence. And I felt her Spirit present this afternoon, and in the midst of laughter and tears and lovingly proffered chocolate closed my eyes, in the quiet company of the smallest of assemblies, and simply breathed peace. “In life, in death …” Glory in the air. Glory in the living and in the sick and in the dying and in the young volunteers whose smiles lit up the room – and the faces of the people to whom they lovingly ministered.

Prayer. No words necessary. Just prayer in the air. Thank God for Dame Cicely. Thank God for Hospices. Thank God for giving young people. Thank God for our churchwarden Sue, for many years the Manager of said Hospice, and now, in company with a huge team, bringing something of the hospitality of Hospice right into the Heart of our parish church. Old and young. Old apostles and the newly baptised. Light. Song. Silence. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, giggles and nodding off to sleep in between. Glory.

And then a couple of hours in the cinema – Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. Should you find yourself there (and I hope you do) you may remember, in many a scene, that I suggested to you tonight that right there you’ll see example after example of … Glory. Unfolding everywhere, right in the midst of life’s mysteries and vicissitudes, joy, pain, growing, coming and going. Swimming upstream. Salmon leap. And it makes our hearts swell, and we glimpse a day when “All shall be well, yea, and all manner of things shall be well” …

MIRFIELD FOR ST MARK

GLORIOUS SOLEMN MASS for St Mark’s Day in the newly refurbished Church of the Resurrection at Mirfield today. Wonderful, wonderful singing, with a setting to the Lord’s Prayer that must have been composed in Heaven. Perfect harmony, all wonderfully understated and not a hint of musical me, me, me anywhere.

One of our ordinands, Paul Deakin (above right), is in training for the priesthood at the College of the Resurrection. Churchwardens Sue Taylor, Ralph Luxon, and Administrator Janet Ketteringham joined me on an encouragement visit. We were encouraged. Paul – and Mirfield – were the typically hospitable encouragers. Fabulous lunch … thanks to Sandra and the team.

Decluttering. I’m known for it in the parishes I’ve served. There’s quite simply nothing quite so useful as beautiful open space for facilitating beautiful open worship. The newly refurbished Lower and Upper Churches at Mirfield are models of spacious openness. There’s absolutely no mistaking what the Church was built for, no mistaking what the Community is about.

Praise my soul the King of Heaven in incense-laden atmosphere, heavy with prayer and the call to pay attention to the life and work of Evangelists, defies description. And I hope to hear the closing Organ Voluntary some day in Heaven where I imagine it will sound no less profound a note of celebration as it did today. An echoing silence enveloped the House after the closing chords and many simply sat in silence, in a renewed space, in a holy place. And then the aforementioned lunch! A proper Feast Day. My old and very spacious home church, St Mark’s Claughton, would have been proud.

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MARKET FORCES?

THANKSGIVING SUNDAY in Bramhall today (pdf here) – and the Gospel for the day ensured that nobody could be kidded into believing that Jesus thought church life was just about filling up the collection plates.

The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep, and doves, and the money-changers seated at their tables. Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle. He also poured out the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables. He told those who were selling the doves, ‘Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a market-place!’ His disciples remembered that it was written, ‘Zeal for your house will consume me.’ The Jews then said to him, ‘What sign can you show us for doing this?’ Jesus answered them, ‘Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.’ The Jews then said, ‘This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and will you raise it up in three days?’ But he was speaking of the temple of his body. After he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this; and they believed the scripture and the word that Jesus had spoken. John 2.13-22

It’s a bit dangerous, I think, to put words into the mouths of a group of onlookers who lived 2000+ years ago. Slightly less risky, perhaps, to suggest that observers of this same scene today might be forgiven for thinking that Jesus was bonkers! – overwrought, consumed by zeal. For God’s sake Jesus! Everyone knows that Temples don’t grow on trees! Everyone knows that this edifice “to the Glory of God” has got to be paid for. And in the market-place, as Fagin might have it,

Charity’s fine, subscribe to mine. You’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys, you’ve got to pick-a-pocket or two …

Nonetheless, there’s no avoiding it. In fact you could say that the anger building up in this scene would lead to his being crucified for it. But Jesus poured out the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables. ‘Stop making my Father’s house a market place!’. Whatever the economy of God was going to run on it wasn’t going to be the market. And – chillingly prophetic – this Second Temple, forty-six years in the making, for all its heritage and glory, would be razed to the ground before another forty years had passed – whilst the body of Christ would be “raised in three days”.

Christ has no body now on earth but yours,
no hands but yours,
no feet but yours,
yours are the eyes through which Christ’s compassion
is to look out to the earth,
yours are the feet by which He is to go about doing good
and yours are the hands by which He is to bless us now.

St Teresa of Avila

Is our Thanksgiving then to be confined to celebrating the resurrection of the crucified, dead and buried body of Jesus of Nazareth? Or are we to thank God for our having been given hands and feet and eyes and ears? Are we to thank God for that Divine Commission – by the mouth of Jesus of Nazareth – that calls us to BE TEMPLES of Divine hospitality? Shall we thank God for the evidence all around us of gracious and Divine inclusivity? Isn’t it the Body of Christ now on earth that will offer up praise to God today?

God is surely to be praised for that measure of generous Love that welcomes ME – believing, encouraging, shaping, moulding, creating – so that I become all that I am intended to be. You can’t worship God by charging for access to his Covenanted Love, (Sunday Mass attendance and a couple of quid, or a couple of turtle doves in the basket) – still less by being perpetually absorbed in counting the funds in the Temple coffers. The Temple, the funds and the worship that Divine Life is interested in embraces everyone because God’s Temple is everyone. God’s “home is where the heart is, it’s our resting place”.

So what does Thanksgiving Sunday ask us to offer time, talents and money for? What are we seeking to uphold? What are we seeking to build?

Nothing short of fullness of Life, nothing short of an over-arching “Temple” for every child, woman and man upon the face of the earth. Nothing short of the reign of the fullness of Life that might be called “the reign of God”. Nothing short of clean water for all who are thirsty. Nothing short of enough bread and fishes for  those whose bellies complain of starvation whilst they strain to hear our stories. Nothing short of welcome for prodigals, homeless, refugees and outcasts, gay, straight, male or female, man, woman or child.

Fund raising, point-scoring religion is to be scattered across the floor of the Court of the Gentiles – “Take these things out of here”. Hospitality, inclusion, the shared bread and wine of the kingdom, healing, dignity for all persons, proper respect for all created things – including those honoured and beloved children of God for whom the Court of the Gentiles was built in the first place – these are the attributes of a living Temple to God’s glory.

Let no-one be coerced into an offering of time, talents or money unless they share some or all of such a vision. Let those who do share the vision make a joyful noise unto the Lord. Let them be consumed with zeal for such a house of the Lord. Let them offer hearts and souls and minds and bodies. Let them sing “Now thank we all our God”. And let there also be time for silent contemplation and reflection upon and within living temples.

FRESH EXPRESSIONS

OUR PARISH CHURCH has been taking seriously the need for fresh expressions in our shared life, worship and prayer. Ours is a relatively large church (the people, and the “house of the Church” too) and so there’s need for variety of expression simply because we’re comprised of a variety of people. Our life is shaped by daily prayer and space for silence and meditation, and by four main celebrations of the Eucharist in an ordinary-time week – three  consecutive celebrations on a Sunday at 8, 9 and 10.45am – each of these slightly different in make up and character, and by another on Wednesday mornings, and by a larger number in the various residential homes for elderly persons in the parish. For at least the past decade our liturgy has been almost exclusively taken from Common Worship and eucharistically shaped. We’ve used the NRSV version of the Bible. And we still use / do all of these things.

But we’ve also been engaged in diocesan-encouraged “Growth Action Planning”. And our usual Monday morning “Vicar & Wardens” meeting today involved (as it often does) a review of where we’re up to. And our variety of fresh expression currently involves

i) a burgeoning Messy Church ministry that is colouring not only our church life but also daily family lives; and

ii) the re-introduction, several times a month, of liturgy according to the Church of England’s ancient Book of Common Prayer (yes, we bought brand new copies), with readings from the King James Version (AV) of the Bible, including, most recently, an Advent Evensong. We have been freshly surprised that younger people are among those who’ve welcomed this initiative (not all young people elect for noise and high-octane action; more than a few express a real need for “space and place and silence”) and

iii) an exciting and very popular puppet ministry, which, fascinatingly, we’ve discovered, brings people of all ages together and enables conversations (by the mouth of the puppets – rather than by the mouth of the prophets!) that may very well not have taken place otherwise. And there’s lots of laughter, plenty of noise, and even some reflective silence involved in our Double Act say-and-pray-in-a-new-way performances. And then

iv) and perhaps, for some, most surprising of all, we’ve been enjoying a Monthly silent Meditation session on Monday evenings  throughout 2011 – with plans to continue through 2012 – which has attracted around 75 people altogether with 40+ people attending quite regularly and others reporting that they practice the Meditation whether they’re able to be physically present or not.

And then there’s the call to be apostolic: to baptise, to proclaim, to afford hospitality, to tend the sick and needy, and to “send out”. So our well attended and popular Baptism preparation evenings for candidates, parents and godparents are a priority focus area and all Baptism celebrations have been brought into and embraced by and in the context of Sunday Eucharist. Our Young Church team are engaging in well received contact with local schools. Our Missionary Giving co-ordinator is facilitating our active and aware involvement in the disbursement of funds allocation. And our now 2 year old link with the Diocese of Newala in Tanzania, having received and been blessed by the visit of Bishop Oscar to Bramhall, will lead to reps from Bramhall visiting Newala in 2013.

Preaching, teaching and learning, reading (a substantial and well-used new church library), Doorway courses and other study groups have all been further developed (what is the place of Christianity in the context of our 21st century’s pluralistic society? – which we want to celebrate); table fellowship is shared and enjoyed between groups of men, and between groups of women, and between men and women and youngsters all together.

Care of the sick at home and in hospital (a large lay pastoral-care team, some of whom are actively involved in local hospital chaplaincy), bereavement and funeral care are all part of our daily life – though as the work develops and becomes more widely known so the needs reveal themselves to be greater and we see more clearly where we’re not meeting some of those needs. This, in part, is what lies behind our recent communications review.

Thrillingly there are some quite specific vocations arising in our members. We’ve currently one of our number training for the priesthood at Mirfield, and another two in the early stages of the discernment / Foundations for Ministry / training process and in conversations with the Director of Ordinands and others. Over 200 volunteers are listed on our various rotas.

Major building works have taken place and continue apace. Fresh expression is further enhanced by the maintenance of contact, old and new, with artists, poets, painters and other creative partners to mutual satisfaction. Just today the Church was visited at dawn by someone who wanted “a last opportunity to sit in silence” in company with Wendy Rudd’s wonderful Windsails – now wending their way to a new host. Our lantern tower seems very bare without them tonight.

Fresh expressions – all of them designed and shared in so that we may REMEMBER God and re-member the Church of God. Fresh expressions – because we mean business when we say that the doors of Bramhall Parish Church are as wide open as is the Heart of God – the Heart that appears to us to thrive in Eternal Silence, so encouraging us, in the midst of all of our human expressions, to be silent too, sometimes, in the face of all eternity, knowing ourselves dearly beloved in that Divine Heart, too.

HE OPENED THEIR MINDS

HAVE YOU ANYTHING HERE TO EAT? (Luke 24) Jesus asks the disciples who are “in a state of alarm and fright” – notwithstanding that they’ve just been chatting away to their friends about his appearance to them, and their recognition of him, in Emmaus. Jesus recognises them as “agitated”. He calms them down a bit by asking them for something … a little more hospitality. “They gave him a piece of grilled fish, which he took and ate before their eyes … He then opened their minds to understand the Scriptures …”

What is it about Jesus and hospitality that helps learners (Latin, discipulus – a learner, scholar, pupil, disciple, student, follower) grasp who he is and what he’s about. Food for thought at Eastertide. Food for thought when we’re reaching out in gratitude and wonder to “New Life”. Hospitality … whose? And for whom?

KING ON A COLT

A KING ON THE COLT of a donkey (Mark 11.1-11). How much more plainly can you portray a desire for a world blessed with a deeper humility? Could anything be more ungainly – even tragi-comical – than the sight of a grown man, probably using the strength of his own legs to help the little animal, ‘riding’ towards Jerusalem – “the city, or ‘vision’ of Peace” – on the colt of an ass? Is this triumphant entry? Or is it real and divine identification with lowly humanity – and indeed the perceived ‘lowliness’ in all Creation?

The Gospel tells us that this king entered and “looked around at everything” in the Temple. But at this critical moment in his life he didn’t stay there in “church”. He headed out to Bethany (in Aramaic, ‘house of, or for, the suffering – ie, everyone) – to a house warmly and humanly familiar to him as a place of welcome, hospitality, conversation  and rest. The home of his beloved Mary, and Martha, and their brother Lazarus.

Perhaps, then, for a hug? For tears maybe, and for more gentle words of encouragement shared between each of them, in company with other learners, at the outset of a week that he may well have known would change if not the world, then at least the locality. The week in which he’d say to a thief crucified alongside him “Today you will be with me in paradise” – raising that thief and all humankind to the status and dignity of God’s “only begotten Son.”

The Source of all our lives created, and is still creating, the possibility of a holy communion between all humankind, and all created things.  Let go of the power, suggests king Jesus, loosen your grip, get down from your Roman steed and walk to Jerusalem with the people. We belong to one another, fickle or thieving, disloyal, scared, opinionated or oppressed – as any of us are, or may be. We’re all  ‘Adamah. Dust raised up into life. Matter matters!

Sir John Templeton asks:

Maybe enthusiasm for worship and adoration of god can be multiplied when we no longer limit god to one tribe or one species or one planet but rather humbly search for unlimited love and purpose and creativity vastly beyond limited ancient human concepts … ?

Possibilities: John Marks Templeton, page 20

Yes: we’re all  ‘Adamah. Dust raised up into life. Matter matters!

See also Maggi Dawn: triumphal entry? or pilgrimage?

WORLD CLASS SOUP

FORTY YEARS AGO CHARING CROSS METHODIST CHURCH introduced me to the concept of shared Bread and Cheese Lunches during the Church’s Season of Lent. No bread, cheese or soup tasted finer than that on offer to a hundred or more diners, 11 year old me amongst them, at Charing Cross. Some of my least religiously-minded peers actually “got religion” during Lent, ‘cos lunch was on offer. We were like 11 year old vacuum cleaners, and were always welcomed, our (not very Lenten) appetites notwithstanding.

I blessed God for Charing Cross Methodist Church today as I spoke at a Lunchtime Lenten Pause at the stunning Grade 1 Listed Georgian “Commissioner’s” Church, St Thomas’ Stockport. The welcome and enthusiasm was as warm as that at Charing Cross so long ago. Pause for Prayer a welcome oasis in the very midst of a bustling modern town on the A6.  Conversation with Annie who proudly produced her (gorgeous) Baptismal Certificate from 1926, and with several of her kind friends, was enchanting. And then the Lenten lunch, with world class soup!

The Power of Pause reminds us of simply magnificent simple things, of enough to go around, and of baskets left over where that came from. Thanks, so much, for the invitation and for glad hospitality. The Bishop will be in the pulpit next Wednesday at 12.30 so the Lenten talk will be better than this week’s. But I doubt that the soup’ll be bettered. Next Wednesday. Just off the A6. 12.30 …

St Thomas’ Stockport

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SACRIFICIAL HOSPITALITY

SACRIFICIAL HOSPITALITY, thank God, has been part of the recent experience of Ron Shive, on sabbatical leave at Tantur in Jerusalem.

… in this home, I discovered sacrificial hospitality in spite of staggering limitations.

Misunderstandings abound in this life, and particularly in this part of the world, but the best way to overcome misunderstandings between groups of people is to foster individual-to-individual relationships. It is then that we discover that we are all made in the image of God and thus equally loved by God

via Ron Shive’s Sabbatical Blog.

If I had to sum up my own experience of Tantur, back in 2000, then “sacrificial hospitality” would do the trick. I’ve longed to return there, as to Taizé, too. But this kind of hospitality is the stuff I was speaking of yesterday, to be found in synagogues and schools, in universities and mosques, in temples and churches, in debating halls and sitting rooms all over the world. We need to celebrate it and, like Ron, share it, and never cease to work for it. “Father, may they all be one” … after the pattern of the divine sacrificial hospitality … after the pattern set forth by the gift and the miracle of life itself.

HOSPITALITY

WE HAVE A YOUNG FRIEND up in Cumbria who is a master at the art of hospitality … at celebrating hospitality. And I’m not talking here about formal set-piece dinner parties, but rather the wonderful gift that some people have for simply bringing folk together.

How so? Well, just because our young friend has an open heart. Every once in a while she’s bitten by the “let’s have a celebration” bug – and a bit like the servants in the parable she sets off into the “highways and byways”. Strangers of all ages and backgrounds become firm friends in a home and garden some of them didn’t know existed before they received a (usually verbal) invitation to ‘pop round about four’. I love it when our host tells me that she doen’t reckon she’s much of a Christian. In a busy life she doesn’t have time for too much church-going. But she always makes me think of the call:

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it – Hebrews 13.2

And I think that sometimes it’s angels-without-knowing-it who are doing the entertaining …