MERCY – AND LIVING BELOW THE LINE

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TODAY WE ENCOUNTERED Jesus at the Pool of Siloam in Beth-zatha or Bethesda. The name means House of Mercy and it is sacramental sign and symbol of our vocation today as the Body of Christ now on earth. Humankind is called by one of her own, by Jesus of Nazareth, to be merciful.

Encountering a “paralysed” man with “no-one to help” him into the healing waters of the pool, Jesus asks the “obvious question” that’s so obvious no-one asked it before. “Do you want to be well?”.

And it was the asking of that question, the showing of mercy, rather than a dip in the pool, that restored health and wholeness to a man who’d lain waiting for 38 years. Jesus of Nazareth is a House of Mercy in his own person. And we – all humankind – the “Body of the Anointed (Christos)” now on earth are equally and wholly to be Houses of Mercy in just the same way.

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Living Below the Line

Bramhall Parish Church is hugely proud of Rachael Elizabeth, who, together with her friend Florence at University in Lampeter has been “Living Below The Line” on just £1 per day – having sought sponsorship for the merciful works of Christian Aid. Between them they’ve raised £735 to date. Houses of Mercy. Models. Christ-like. Sometimes it’s obvious things that change the world in the biggest and best ways. Sometimes it’s just plain mercy that’s required. Please click Rachael’s photo if you’d like to offer sponsorship. And please take a moment to offer thanks in your own special and personal way for the gifts of life and of love in your life and in mine.

The Pool of Siloam – Homily for Easter 6 is here

Living Below The Line – a word about Mercy is here

ON £1 A DAY

Love

THE CHALLENGE Jesus of Nazareth sets before his followers  - to “love one another” has a particular resonance to it for any and all who have an eye or ears for current world news reporting – of tragedies of such immense proportions.

What a joy it is when we hear good news! How glad we are to hear the stories of those who seek to counter violence, apathy, hunger and thirst in our world by “putting themselves out” in the name and for the sake of a wider cause.

Living below the line

Rachael Elizabeth is one of three ordinands of our parish at the present time. Presently reading Theology, in the University of Wales at Lampeter, Rachael and her friend Florence are going to sustain themselves this coming week at a cost to each of them of just £1 a day, seeking the sponsorship of friends and family to support the “good news” that Christian Aid brings to countless lives lived in otherwise very dark times. We will support them with offerings of love and prayer, and any who would like to make a financial sponsorship are invited to do so by first clicking the image below.

Discerning vocation

Prayers are also being offered this week for Tracy Ward who will travel tomorrow for a Bishop’s Advisory Panel gathering from Monday – Wednesday, seeking discernment for the next stages of her walk along the road of discipleship.

There is good news to be found in our world. And cause for thanksgiving to God – not least for the resources we’re given to enable us properly to “love one another”. Blessed be God!

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MORE EPIPHANIES …

WHAT A PRICELESS SEASON Epiphany-tide is! It flags up for us that life – all year round – is full to bursting of “sudden and startling revelations that stop us in our tracks and ask us to think again”. Here are some audio-links to just a fraction of the reflecting we’ve been doing, of the epiphanies that have come to us, in Bramhall this morning …

“We’re the organ pipes that make the organ’s music” - Fr Simon here 

Les Miserables and the opening of my heart – Yvonne Hope here 

HOME TEAM

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HOME TEAM – it’s not often we’re all together these days. Left to right, with Fr Simon: Tracy Ward our pastoral co-ordinator is currently engaged in Biblical studies and on pastoral placement at Norbury Parish Church; Paul Deakin is studying and thriving at Mirfield, and we’re looking forward to his ordination to the diaconate in July, after which he’ll serve his curacy with us in Bramhall; Rachael Elizabeth is enjoying a break from her studies in Theology at the University of Wales in Lampeter. We miss them all whilst they’re away and it’s lovely to be able to share in ministry and worship together at Christmas. Pictured here after the Service of Lessons and Carols, 23 December 2012. Audio here

BE OPENED

RACHAEL ELIZABETH preached for us this morning. The Gospel for the day was one she would describe as “a gift” – but the power of the sermon lay in Rachael’s now customary simplicity of spirit and grace in presentation.

Then he returned from the region of Tyre, and went by way of Sidon towards the Sea of Galilee, in the region of the Decapolis. They brought to him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech; and they begged him to lay his hand on him. He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue. Then looking up to heaven, he sighed and said to him, ‘Ephphatha’, that is, ‘Be opened.’ And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly - Mark 7.31-35

Without note or pulpit desk, her only prop being a hand held microphone to add a bit of weight to our failing and soon to be replaced sound system, Rachael reminded me this morning of the late and great Brother Roger of Taizé, who, similarly clad and with the same kind of ease and grace, communicated the great truths of the Gospel of Jesus to crowds of thousands.

Rachael Elizabeth is both deeply reflective and contemplative, utterly unafraid of the gift of silence, pause and poise in preaching – and word and silence alike are couched in gentle, probing humour. It took no more than a minute for our gathering to get the gist of her message, simply and closely allied to the message of the Gospel story about deafness, and poor speech. And no more than another minute for our church family to grasp that Jesus –  and Rachael too – is calling us to be opened, to recognise our own deafness and the impediment in so much of our speech. We’re to trust. We’re to care for one another. We’re to care for God’s world – and especially for the suffering and the lost. We are family. God is doing a new thing.

Rachael Elizabeth came to us seeking Baptism when she was fifteen. If it’s true that she has learned fast it’s also equally true that she has taught us as much if not more than she has learned. Eighteen now, she’s just about to embark on reading Theology at the University of Trinity St David in Lampeter, and will continue to engage in the processes of discernment about a call to the priesthood.

Loved by many, many people here as both a young pastor and a gifted preacher, our church family will miss Rachael’s quiet and Christlike presence in Bramhall; she leaves us for Lampeter surrounded by prayers and love and blessing. We wish her joy and contentment in continued learning and teaching. And lots of youthful fun, too. We’ll look forward to seeing her during holidays, and we’ll remember Rachael Elizabeth’s call to trust God, and truly to “be opened”.

What “new thing” will we be celebrating next Sunday?

PATCHES

TWELVE MONTHS have flown by since Patches Chabala was made Deacon (above), thirty years since I was! Time flies by at the same alarming rate for both of us – but it slowed down for a couple of hours this evening when Chester Cathedral hosted a huge gathering for the Ordination of Priests, our beloved Patches amongst them.

There’s something very, very powerful in the sacrament and sign of the receiving of Holy Orders through the laying on of hands. I remember the sensation of Bishop Michael Baughen’s slender hands laid gently upon my head as though thirty years ago  were  really just yesterday. And at many an ordination since I’ve been immensely moved by the sight and the prayerfulness of bishops and presbyters together, connected in a quite extra-ordinary sort of a way, laying hands upon the heads of Deacons as the bishop prays

Send down the Holy Spirit on your servant [Patches] for the office and work of a priest in your Church.

As I laid my hand directly upon the back of the head of this dear brother I felt a connection for which I blessed the Source of both of our lives and loves. Patches touches lives wherever he goes – with the gentle simplicity with which he receives people just exactly as they are, assuring them of the love and compassion of the same Jesus of Nazareth whose own gentle simplicity called forth a following, a journeying, a lifetime’s response from both this newly ordained priest, far from the land of his birth, and from me. And many, many, many others. The “connection”, in the Cathedral tonight, extended out in waves, to hundreds present therein, and to countless hearts and souls without its walls.

A rainy Saturday touched by God’s Spirit. And though worshipping in my own “mother church” within my own Christian tradition, I was “connected” at the same time with hundreds of young people nearer my own parish, meeting in Manchester, for a wonderful gathering with – and encouragement from – the Dalai Lama. Rachael Elizabeth, one of our ordinands, was there and has blogged about the event here – describing the presence of hundreds and hundreds of young people – some of whom faced a ten hour coach journey to return to their homes – bound and “connected” by their enthusiastic reception of a message of encouragement from Archbishop Desmond Tutu and from the Dalai Lama himself.

What turns a grey, rainy day in NW England into something very, very special? Hope. Hope does. As we lay hands gently upon another, and open the doors of our hearts wider and wider, then hope cheers grey days, together with faith in the future, and love.

CONNECTION

I’D NOT SEEN this year’s Britain’s Got Talent until my friend Hilary drew my attention to Charlotte and Jonathan, after a Eucharistic celebration in which Rachael Elizabeth – herself extra-ordinarily connected with her hearers – encouraged us to pay attention to the Dominical command to “love one another”.

I don’t mind telling you that I’ve just howled my eyes out! The connection that Rachael spoke of this morning is so completely and patently present in these two young singers. The odds of pre-judging criticism weighed heavily against them – and for all their youth, they knew it, too. But there’s a mind-blowing, awe-inspiring Grace in the connection between these two, and each brings out the phenomenal charism of the other. Millions have been following the series and will have seen this film before. I’d bet my bottom dollar that no-one will mind watching this one again.

I saw connection and majesty in the Black Dyke Band on Thursday. Now I’ve watched, over and over again, the connection between these two, the power of the encouraging glance, loyalty, mutual admiration, giving and giving some more until it hurts – and then some more still, so that the hurt gives way to joy and glory. This piece of film brings me – literally – to my knees with admiration and awe, and it stretches my heart and lungs to near bursting point. Each “sees” the other – and whenever and with whomsoever that happens we see a glimpse of Heaven. And, as Rachael suggested, in the ultimate fullness of life it’ll be confirmed, irrevocably, that “we’re family”. Let this be our prayer.

The fabulous Ashleigh and Pudsey won this particular competition and I loved their act – and the “connection” between them, too. The singing duo were “runners up”. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget young Charlotte and Jonathan. I’m profoundly struck by the thought that as the Holy Spirit animates God’s Creation by her self-giving, as the loving spirit and anointing grace of Mary Magdalene animated Jesus the Anointed, so Charlotte animates and draws out the song-in-the-soul of Jonathan – though she could easily and blessedly have revelled only in her own. I salute this strong and tender young woman. I am touched to the core by the beauty that each magnifies in the other. There’s deep, deep majesty in them; a paradoxical enormity and littleness about their self-giving humility, a greatness about their gifts – of music and of character.

Deep, deep, deep grace. How does one say a fitting “thank you” for that?

UP, UP & AWAY!

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REALLY GREAT first sermon from Tracy Ward here today. We’ve had some inspirational first sermons here in the last year or two and I’m thrilled to bits that we’ve currently 3 aspiring priests at Bramhall Parish Church, and we’re also sponsoring the theological training of an ordinand for the Diocese of Newala, Tanzania.

God’s Spirit calls hearts and souls and minds and bodies today, as ever. Tracy voiced the Word of God’s Spirit with an encouragement to Live Your Life – being exemplars of the kind of in-love-with-life-and-Love-service that can truly be described as a more excellent way. Great sermon. Great eucharistic worship. Great Spirit of God right here in the midst of us. We hear the commission. We’ll act upon the call: the uniting, embracing Body of Christ.

VOCATION, VOCATION …

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JOHN THE BAPTIST was really talking about vocation out there in the wilderness, wasn’t he? Prepare yourselves for a new world. That seems to have been the message.

Bring together the best of the old with the best of the new. Leave the dross behind. Take a cold bath and rise up out of it renewed, ready to rise and shine. Look about you, every day and always, for the coming of a Word who’ll proclaim that the hands in which the new world will be held and shaped and moulded and nurtured belong to you, and you, and you …

The City of Peace will be built not of stones. The new Jerusalem will be built upon the hopes, the aspirations, the “sacrifice” of those who prove willing to risk traversing lonely highways in the desert because they somehow just have an instinct that there’s a voice to be heard out there (or in there) in the wilderness that’s just too important to miss.

And that’s why, in what has been one of my busiest months in a long time, I’m as happy as a sandboy. I’ve been doing what parish priests love doing. I’ve been talking with one willing disciple after another about vocation, vocation, vocation. And the light in their eyes is reflected in mine. Yes, yes, again:

let earth to heaven draw near;
lift up our hearts to seek thee there,
Come down to meet us here.

This is the day of light 
Hymns Ancient & Modern Revised 42
John Ellerton, 1867

see: Paul David Deakin & Rachael Elizabeth

MEDITATION LIFT OFF

JOY OF JOYS – 31 dear souls joined me tonight for the first of our monthly Monday Meditations – representing a wide age-range, incidentally. Rachael Elizabeth has posted here; and Tim Moore has described the half hour’s deep peace, in company with one another and with God, as “serene”. Exactly. And joyfully. Serene is the word. Serene is how I’ve always and everywhere thought of God. Serene is the Jesus I’ve pictured headed off up a hillside, or aboard a boat on Galilee, soaking up “the silent music of His praise”. Serene is the lovely bloke who whispered “I’ve waited a long time for this”. Serene are the hearts of those who are not frightened half to death by conciliar talk of the demise of the Church – because they know at some deep level that “Church” is you and me, alive in the presence of God and one another, and our demise on earth is only another gateway into aliveness in the deep peace of eternity, the ultimate home and heart of serenity. Hearts ache and ache for want of the silence that so many in our noisy Church and World maintain they’re frightened of: until they experience it …