Monday, 2 November 2015

Reflection for All Souls Night -





Go gently, tread these well worn ways with care,
Breathe softly in this hallowed place,
For now you tread on dusts of yesterday
And on this night give to them time and space.

Go softly, sit with eyes tight closed and feel,
The joy and sorrows, the forgotten fears,
For soon you too will find eternity
And walk beyond this clouded veil of tears.

On All Souls Night beneath November skies,
We look upon the past and days of yore,
And through the smiles and tears of memory,
We catch a glimpse of them through heavens door.

It is the way of Life that all living things, whether early or late, come unto death, it is a road we must all travel, for we are all links in the chain of life, one generation to another, linked by our blood, our memories, our common humanity and as an integral part of God’s creation. I am part of those who have come before me and will be part of those as yet unborn. Lives tied together in an unbroken chain, because they lived, I live and so it goes on.

It is good Lord to remember, to gaze down the passage of the years, through changing seasons, through joys and sorrows, to see how our blood and bone has been shaped by other lives down the centuries. To understand that each generation hols the essence of the past and the promise of the future.

We live now in that mystery we call time, our breath is fleeting and lives the grasses of the filed we wither and pass into that timeless eternity, that is the source of all love and the oneness of all things.

Now in the quiet darkness of this November Evening, we remember all who have left the pain and shadows of this world behind we think of them with love and gratitude, may they be held in love’s embrace and rest in eternal peace.

Loving Lord we pray for them now, asking for them your everlasting rest and light perpetual and for ourselves who remain for a season here on earth that we may be surrounded and encircled, above, below and about with the deep love that binds us all in Christ our Lord. Amen.

Friday, 18 September 2015

Life is a Circle


My Message to the Linked Charge for Oct/Nov

 
The wheel of the year continues to turn, summer has past and now the dark nights and cold of winter looms on the horizon. But we still have the autumn to enjoy, to watch the turning of the leaves and the cycle of the seasons,  as those cycles of life and death, of parting and greeting, of sorrow and joy come and go. What we often miss as we observe all of this is that we ourselves are part of those cycles, that we also belong, that we are part of the circle of life.

“Life is a circle and we as common people are created to stand within it and not on it.”  

We as individuals are part of this circle and in every person we meet, we can see roots, destinations, resources, choices, possibilities and relations, and if we can recognize ourselves in others, then we can see that every being on this earth is a member of our global human family.
In the past few weeks we have been witness to dreadful scenes in our newspapers and televisions as members of that global family struggle to find safety and peace and to run from the conflict and oppression that threatens to overwhelm them.

As Christians we are asked to ‘serve’ and to ‘love’ to be ‘the servant of all’ and to ‘love God… and our neighbour as ourselves’ and today this means standing up and being counted, it means standing firmly within the circle to which we belong, it means  that when we see injustice, when we see cruelty, when we are made aware of the plight of others within our human family we are bound as followers of Christ to do what we can. At each Eucharist we say these words:

Made one with him, we offer you these gifts and with them ourselves, a single, holy, living sacrifice”

May it be so!

Monday, 14 September 2015

Notes from the Sermon for 13th September



Take up Your Cross
13th September 2015

Prayers……..
“Whoever wants to be my Disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me”

Are we ready for this  challenge?  Is humanity ready for this revolutionary take on life?

And there are 2 answers to this question.
1) No we are not
2) Yes we are.

NO we are:
Not ready to be disciples
Not ready to deny ourselves
Not ready to take up whatever maybe our particular cross.

Not ready to:

Be disciples
Fear perhaps, that we are not good enough, but remember the disciples were just human and had plenty of faults they fell short  we all  fall down on this one too.

Not Ready to:
Deny Ourselves, this ones more difficult, how do you deny yourself, in the Epistle reading this morning James speaks of “taming the tongue” ( go home and read the passage 3: 1-12)  of how we can tame the creatures but not ourselves, we are “a restless evil full of deadly poison” 

 And we have to realise it, we, the human species are capable of the most horrendous acts of violence and barbarity, because seemingly we cannot deny ourselves anything, and when someone manages it
Such as Nelson Mandela deny himself the vengeance for those years on Robben Island the example succeeds but only up to a point.

And what about the instruction  to “Take up our cross and follow him”  


What about those who seem to be ready there is a Cartoon  that has stuck in my mind which I saw a few years ago.. This stated that most famous assassinations happened to people who had argued, preached peace and reconciliation & justice.
Jesus
Lincoln
Ghandi
Anwar Sadat
Yitzak Rabin
Martin Luther King

“If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anybody.” So said Michael Corleone in “The Godfather, Part II.” He was right. Indeed you can and indeed we do.
In other words those who had been brave enough to do exactly what   Jesus told them to do in this passage will suffer ( next week we will see how Jesus  speaks of his own death) and the  reading from Isaiah this morning predicts this

Now I am sorry if this is all upsetting, but remember our faith does not promise an easy life ‘take up you cross and follow me’ says Jesus. Effectively following me will get you into trouble at best, persecuted and killed at worst.

YES
 It would seem on the surface that all this is hopeless but  here comes the good news, on all three counts we often succeed but the downside to this is that we don’t recognise what we are doing.

How many of you  have stood up for what is right, have fought for what you believe in, like a true disciple?, how many have denied yourself to help someone? How many have readily shouldered a burden for a family member or friend.

Thinking about mine own experiences here are a few of mine.

  • Looking after my mother for 14 years.
  • Missing 2 of my youngest daughters birthdays because I was training (and that was hard) Being away from family for long periods (I’d never done it before)
  • Being seen as somehow different and not fitting in with the crowd.
  • Standing with the parents of a stillborn baby and then going to conduct a wedding, I couldn’t get the face of that little dead child out of my mind.
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Each one of these and the equivalent in your own lives is an act of discipleship, and act of denial, a desire to lift your cross and carry it if imperfectly. So we are not just full of deadly poison, we are also full of and capable of, love, kindness, truth and justice and we have a great example to follow. Its not easy to be a Christian, to follow the teachings of Jesus, but when we try the reward is great. I'll end today with this poem, written when I began to realise the totality of becoming a priest.


The Shadow
The shadow grew out of the sun
Rising with the light of dawn,
it tipped the city’s towers with darkness.
Lengthening with the growing of the day,
it stole across the grass and stones,
beyond the hills, into the very sky.

Tall it stood, greater than anything,
dominating sky and land with dreadful power.
No shadow of gentleness at noon,
no peaceful, sleepy shadow of eventide,
this shadow looms, absorbing the cosmos
 in its blinding depths.

In darkness of moon and starlight it gleams,
solid and cold, uncompromisingly alive,
a very terror to behold, so many
beholding it flee and hide,
to find refuge in the abyss
of emptiness.

The shadow grew out of the Son,
lifted high above the city.
Longer it grew as night followed day,
and centuries and ages passed away.
Longer it grew, until the shadow of the cross,
lay the burden of its liberation upon my heart.Amen.




Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Why are we not angry? We all grow on one earth

Good question as I sit down to write my sermon this week, the lectionary reading is so apt for the situation we find ourselves in, thousands of Refugees (from war, poverty and distress) flooding into Europe and nobody really sure what to do.

In the readings from Marks Gospel Jesus calls the Sryo Phoenician woman who asks for his help a dog "for it is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to the dogs", which is a pretty derogatory expression used even today when we don't want to acknowledge the humanity of another. All I can say is this is a moment when Jesus appears fully human and it may even be a pivotal moment in his ministry and understanding of who and what he really is. But that will be for the sermon.

Surely we can all see that the people on our televisions each night are just like us, all they want is to be safe, is to be in a place where they can live without fear of death, of torture of oppression, are we so insecure, so unsure of our own countries and leaders that we can't show compassion and kindness. Why are we not all shouting from the rooftops to our leaders 'do something, stop dithering, act  with kindness and compassion' for one day we may need help too.

Was watching a programme last night on the India season and was moved to see the hidden 'valley of flowers' high in the mountains, the valley cut off by snows in the winter, but in summer the alpine meadows were  a riot of colour with flowers of all kinds. Then found this on a Facebook post from one of my favourite site

 "All the races and tribes in the world are like the different coloured flowers of one meadow. All are beautiful. As children of the Creator they must all be respected" 

So how about it, we know that the people coming to Europe are not dogs, cockroaches or any other demeaning name you might want to call them, they are human beings, like you and me and they deserve our kindness and our respect, for like us they grow on the same earth and 
flower in the same meadow and if we refuse to care for them we destroy ourselves as well.

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Cultural Genocide: The Journey of Indigenous Healing



Given the Gospel Reading this week Mark 7: 1 - 22, feel this speaks deeply to the theme  of What comes out of a person is what defiles them. this is a powerful piece that shows clearly how all pervasive systemic evil can be.


 3rd Annual Lecture of  Institute for Healing of Memories  by Bishop Mark MacDonald National Indigenous Bishop of the Anglican Church of Canada and North American
Just last week, one of our elders rose to speak at a gathering of Indigenous Christians in Turtle Island - otherwise known as North America – he spoke of the pain of being denied the prayers of the "old ones" and his own journey as a survivor of the Indian Residential Schools, eventually becoming a Christian priest. It is hard to describe the communal emotion as he prayed in his Cree mother-tongue the once-forbidden traditional prayer in the Four Directions. In simple and courageous moments like these you see new worlds are born and old worlds die.
The report of Canada's Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) describes the Indian Residential Schools (IRS) as an act of "Cultural Genocide." The more than hundred years of bureaucratically enforced misery and mayhem certainly qualify for this phrase. These two words describe the deliberate and openly acknowledged efforts of government, church, and a whole culture to destroy the fabric of life for Canada's Indigenous Peoples.
Using "cultural genocide" to describe the IRS is an extremely fair-minded attempt to acknowledge that there was no direct attempt to murder children. It does make, at the same time, an effort to reveal the horrifically cruel motivation and scope of the intended destruction. This destruction includes both the massive numbers of the dead on-site at the schools and the continuing lethal legacy of poverty, constant social upheaval, and multiple and enmeshed layers of trauma and stress.
Our theoretical and analytical perceptions of massive events of systemic evil all seem to have a preliminary and tentative character. It is generally difficult to understand widespread acts of evil and, even more so, when they have occurred recently. Despite this difficulty, it is essentially important to our common humanity that we begin to trace the trajectories of life and death seen through events like the IRS. The TRC itself begins to this tracing. In this short paper I would like to suggest some of the broad things that appear to me, in light of the TRC in Canada, regarding the path of death and the path of healing. In light of the truth revealed in the TRC – its pain and it hope - it is our sacred task to honor life with the very best of our prayerful thoughts.
The Trajectory of Death
Over the centuries, human beings have developed an uncountable number of ways to understand systemic evil. In this paper, we are speaking more directly here to those times when systemic evil swamps the capacities of peoples and cultures to operate in an economy of life. The cold analysis of modern social science is unsatisfying and meagre in this task and it appears. Coupled with the modern emphasis on individual autonomy, the social sciences influence on cultural perceptions of massive evil tend to reduce it to a network of bad individual choices. The result is a search for guilty parties, often obscuring the systemic factors that make massive evil so hard to understand and defeat.
The stories of Indigenous communities, alternatively, speak about the communal reality of systemic evil in terms of personified spiritual character. This is not unlike the way the Biblical tradition speaks of "principalities and powers" in describing the experience of both evil and good. This speaks of a personified communal spiritual character - sometimes good, sometimes bad, and sometimes neutral - that permeates human interactions with each other and creation. Though often dismissed as superstitious, the ancient stories of personified evil carry a sometimes hidden wisdom regarding the ways communities can create a culture death through persistent behaviors and attitudes. In the stories, we perceive the way that misery and trauma can be layered throughout the economy of life, as in the residential schools.
Ancient stories tell of people and communities plagued with spirits both complex and powerful; personified evil, almost impossible to overcome, contained within the shell of our humanity but infusing every action with a spirit of fearful and compulsive scarcity. On Turtle Island, for example, children were frightened by the stories of groups of people malformed by starvation into powerful cannibals. They became this way by a lethal multi-layered combination of fear, greed, and circumstance. Overcome by desire and fear, they became a kind of living dead, stalking the weary, the careless, and the fearful. They could inhabit whole communities with a desire that could never be satisfied. Insatiable and ascending wickedness was their only means to cope with the pain that drove them on this path.
The power of systemic evil is derived from its capacity to operate with intimidation and fear at a communal level. It creates a false reality and a false community, the opposite of the economy of life. The apostle Paul called these systems of evil "strongholds" - regions of bad thought bad attitude and bad behavior, habituated in and by the very systems and relations that are meant to protect, animate, and cherish life. In the economy of death, care, compassion, and a sense of familial inter-connectedness is swamped. True family competes with the idolatrous false community. Family life itself becomes an enemy, as in the IRS.
In war, soldiers often return with what is now being called a "moral wound." This describes the structural diminishment of a person's capacity for moral thought and decision by participation in horrific evil. The consequences to a person are devastating, influencing intimate relationships, the capacity for participation in communal wellness, and, perhaps most dangerous of all, the ability for moral imagination and hope.
We may revisit the development of destructive mass evil with both our ancient wisdom and this insight. Seen from the perspective of our ancient wisdom, we may say that a culture or society's participation creates a type collective moral wound, limiting the capacity for collective moral vision and action. The culture of a people becomes wounded, with deadly consequences for focus and victims of collective acts of fear and hate but, also, long term consequences to the moral shape of a people's communal behavior and relationships. Societies and cultures perpetuate morally wounded behaviors. Once dehumanizing a class of people, continual repetition of victimization remains, it becomes systemic, cultural, and habituated. Overt racism, for example, may be ended, but racially shaped evil continues in other forms, as in the inability to perceive structural injustice like the endemic poverty of a people or their further victimization in brutal and unfair policing structures or mass incarceration.
A communal moral wound can be exported and replicated again and again. The exploitation of the colonial economic system, a system that ran on the wide scale theft of the resources of others, creates an economic culture that continues to exploit till it destroys the very world humanity inhabits. In pursuit of the massive and concentrated wealth of colonial economics cultural patterns of domination and intimidation of other peoples, especially indigenous peoples, are inflicted on other areas, as is so often seen in the way extractive industries operate globally. The morally wounded society and culture magnifies misery of others while never addressing the insatiable hunger in its own painful universe of moral diminishment,
The IRS, as is mentioned in the TRC's report, are an example of a societal and cultural moral wound. Colonialism has stunted a society's moral vision, creating successive generations of oppression. Challenged at some levels, the structure of oppression gets repeated. Schools full of dehumanized victims become jails full of dehumanized victims.
The trajectory of death is manifest in the IRS. The misery that still haunts Indigenous Peoples on Turtle Island, the moral wound that still infects all of Canada, runs right through the IRS to the streets, prisons, and homes of contemporary life. Some of the highest rates of suicide in the world, the pandemic of poverty and hopelessness, and, finally, the invincible ignorance that continues to surround and protect the lie of the colonial project is seen so dramatically in the report of Canada's truth and reconciliation commission.
The Trajectory of Life
The trajectory of death is grim and frightening and there are times when death seems to be the inevitable destiny of peoples, of humanity, and of Creation. It is often quite difficult to recognize the trajectory of life in the often harsh circumstances of human existence. Some would say that to speak of a trajectory of life is not only inaccurate, it may be a false and dangerously misleading hope.
In the midst of life, we are in death, says the old hymn. But the inverse may also be true, in the midst of death, we are in life. The trajectory of life may often be obscured by the experience of the trajectory of death as would be the case for many survivors of the IRS and observers of the TRC. But, as a testimony to life and a protest against death, we must, in prophetic hope, begin to trace this trajectory in the improbable survival of Indigenous Peoples on Turtle Island.
Roman Catholic theologian, Robert Schreiter, has focused his work on reconciliation, having studied the Truth and Reconciliation process around the world for many years. He importantly observed that reconciliation never happens because an oppressor feels bad about their behavior and wants to do better. Reconciliation begins, he says, when an oppressed people choose to reclaim their humanity.
This is certainly true in the case of the IRS, as it was the survivors who refused to live any longer in a false identity or to accept their de-humanization. But there is more to this act than might meet the eye. While recognizing the vital importance of the survivors' actions to bring the IRS to light, their story, their particular place in the trajectory of life, does not begin here.
As the survivors often said, the presence of the ancestors, the elders, was always guiding them and sustaining them. Further, they often pointed to the presence of Spirit, of the divine being, in their acts of courage. They traced their hope, wisdom, and courage to the foundation of life placed in their hearts and minds by Spirit and those who had gone before. Their attitude, their sense of relationship to their relatives, and their humor was almost miraculously present; broadly speaking, these things could not be taken away, even in the worst of experience. It was something that was a part of them, a part of the structure of their being. They often spoke of Spirit's help, animated through the wisdom and faith of the elders of long ago.
In the midst of the TRC, an Indigenous agency, an ability to act, to believe, and to stand with the elders, was revealed as a key element of the trajectory of life in the experience of Indigenous Peoples. There was a recognition that the elders had adapted from the very beginning, using their ancient cultural wisdom and relationship to the Land as a means to receive the colonizers in the best manner possible. They worked for the relational life that was their pattern of living and the structure of their interactions with other peoples. This was the foundation of their treaty-making and is, to this day, the reason that Indigenous Peoples continue to trust in the treaties, despite the spotty adherence to them by the colonizers.
Christian faith was received, as well, yet adapted to Indigenous life and world-view. Though almost always suppressed by the missionaries – so much so that it was necessary for it to go underground in Indigenous translations of hymns and Scripture, the teaching of catechists, and practice of faith at the level of family and home - this embodiment of the essential elements of Christian faith in the cosmology and life-ways of Indigenous Peoples is now a resource to Indigenous Peoples and, amazingly, to the colonizers. Its contemporary emergence in the freedom of this post-TRC world is a testimony to the resilience and cultural brilliance of Indigenous Peoples. Alongside the re-emergence of traditional practices, the development of an Indigenous Christian faith is a revelation of the trajectory of life, of the vibrancy of its healing path in the midst of the human disaster of colonization.
The reclaiming of humanity seen in the TRC's 94 Recommendations is too broad and varied for comprehensive comment here. It can be said that it is an outline of restoration, self-determination, and the re-establishment of human rights as the basis of Canada's relationship with its Indigenous or First Peoples – First Nations, Inuit, and Metis. It is too early to tell how the nation of Canada will respond, though the first reaction is encouraging. What is critical to note – and this is particularly true of Indigenous Peoples within the church I serve – is that Indigenous Peoples will take to themselves their inherent rights, will live out an ascending pattern of self-determination, and will never-again return to the degradation of the past. This is not to say that this will be evenly developed or speedily achieved. What it means, as Chief Bobby Joseph said at the first TRC event is that - "We will make it." It may be slowed, it may be resisted, but it cannot be stopped.
We spoke at the beginning of the personification of systemic evil as a character permeating a peoples' existence and experience. In the past, it was said that such evil could only be challenged by vigilant hope, courage, and loving community – to be a good relative. The power of this systemic evil was derived from its capacity to intimidate with fear at a communal level. It created a false community, the opposite of the economy of life. In the economy of death, care, compassion, and a sense of familial inter-connectedness is attacked in the service of a personified collective fear, arrogance, and idolatry.
The survivors and spiritual leaders that have begun this Indigenous restoration on Turtle Island have stood against this spiritual and physical evil with force and resolute courage. They have reclaimed their humanity and their spirituality. In the course of this reclamation, they have given their oppressors the opportunity to find new life in the healing of a moral wound. This is the beginning of forgiveness – the kind and prophetic task of showing people who they really are and, at the same time, opening the way for them to have new life.
The reclamation of a life in spirit, the cosmology of Indigenous Peoples is not an adjunct to healing, it is the center of it. The elders would insist it is absolutely necessary to any real reclamation of their humanity and a vital condition of their acceptance as full human beings in the family of nations. As such, they witness to a holistic way of life for all humanity. A prophetic stance in a world threatened by massive climate injustice – an extension of the trajectory of death associated with colonization. This now appears to be a central theme of the next stage of Indigenous empowerment and life. A trajectory of life in the holistically spiritual way of life of Indigenous Peoples is now facing a new challenge.

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Sermons on Bread 1



The first of 3 sermons this year on Food and Faith based on John Chapter 6

Stories  of Food & Faith  - 26th July 2015

All though the season of Pentecost, Trinity, Ordinary time the Gospel readings tell us stories about the earthly life of Jesus, there are miracles, healings and often  another element that  perhaps we should give more consideration, the stories of food & its very real relationship to faith
  1. We have 2 great stories before us this morning, our gospel reading tells of the feeding of the 5000,  it’s a bit less ambitious the feeding in the reading from Kings but both show us the generosity and care  bestowed on our bodies by our heavenly Father. Bodies matter
  2. We have 2 great stories before us this morning, our gospel reading tells of the feeding of the 5000 showing us the generosity and care bestowed on us by our heavenly Father, this is in sad contrast to the story from Samuel, which shows a greedy human (David) prepared to destroy anything and anyone to feed his selfish passions. His actions are really the opposite of those of Jesus , who gives support and care for the bodies of the 5000, whilst David plots and succeeds in eliminating the body of Uriah the Hittite. Bodies matter.
So lets look at how the stories of Gods  love and care manifests itself in people being fed. See how this works, food is the fuel for our bodies., so feeding and being fed, giving and receiving hospitality  should be  a faithful communication of God’s love and care for all creation, for all of us must eat to live. “We must daily break the body and shed the blood of creation …..…[1]” break the body, shed the blood important words linking us to both the source of our food and the primary ritual of our faith, for at the Eucharist we break the body and shed the blood of the Creator. Creator and created united and so we make the connection between food and faith, between feeding our bodies and our souls. Just as we see in the story, love , generosity expressed in a much needed meal. Bodies matter.
And if you think about it how many times do we hear of food and eating  in the gospels.  Perhaps Luke tells it best: scandalous meals with Pharisees and tax collectors, table talk with sinners and saints, feeding the 5,000, a final meal with disciples who did not understand, a resurrection meal with disciples who were beginning to see the light. The Pharisees’ charge that Jesus was a “wine drinker and glutton who eats with tax collectors and sinners” (Luke 7:34) is well documented. And who can forget the stories about meals: the Great Banquet at which the outsiders become insiders,  and of course as we’ve just heard the big bash which is provided for that great crowd,  our God it seems knows the importance of food. Knows what really matters, and the reason for this ultimately is very simple and earthy,   by coming among us as one of us with a body that need real bread, real food Jesus showed just how close we are to the love of God  because he did not just save the soul; he also healed, touched and fed the body as well. The Lord’s Supper, so scandalously earthly . “Eat this bread; it is my body,” he said. “Drink this wine; it is my blood.” reminds us that  our bodies matter, our faith is not an other worldly  thing, its meant to be lived in the body here and now, Jesus, Emmanuel, God with us , comes to earth  human with a body to show us that physical creation  matters to God, that we matter , that we survive only because of the gifts of a gracious God, that we live and grow only because of the work of human hands of farmers, bakers, farm workers and others whom we so easily take for granted.
So we are compelled to take seriously the fact that, when Jesus came to the end of his earthly ministry, when he gathered in the Upper Room and tried to show that dozen half-hearted, half-understanding disciples what it had all been about, he showed them in a meal. That was all he needed to say. It was all still a mystery, but it was a mystery which they now, in the eating and drinking, became part of. Nobody knew what redemption, grace, reconciliation or salvation meant. Everybody knew what it meant to eat. Precisely.
And so the link between faith & food becomes clear. Fellowship at the table is important to human life and well being, to community and to family, it can be no surprise that from the earliest times important events have been celebrated by feasting. At our tables  every day and at every meal as we ‘break the body and shed the blood of creation’ we  have the opportunity to experience food as a sacrament,  every time we eat we can rejoice in the knowledge that The Father loves each one of us.


For the ancient Jew, every meal was full of deep significance,  we should take this seriously or perhaps like the Quakers we  can try to  live the ideal of making  every meal a Eucharist, for lets face it one of the greatest gifts we can  give is  our fellowship at the table, food prepared with love  and eaten together makes feel cherished, food prepared in anger and hatred is bitter indeed. So with each meal we can create communion with those we share them with,  we can also be in communion with those who have grown and produced the food,  and ultimately we can be in communion with all creation and with our Creator, and that’s quite a thought every time we eat with family, friend or stranger, we share his body, his blood in the fruits of creation, we  share in the feast of reconciliation and love that the Father has prepared for all his  Children




[1] 1. Wendell Berry, The Gift of Good Land (San Francisco: North Point Press, 1983, 1981), pp. 272-281.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Pictures from our Quiet Afternoon 'Celebrating the Wild Earth'

On a beautiful day we gathered to walk to think and to pray in creation.

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within
the
garden
of
God.
The trees in their prayer,
the birds in praise,
the first blue violets,
kneeling.

Rumi.



Prayer - For the beauty and wonder of all green and growing things, oh source of life, fill me with your goodness and nourish me with the bread of kindness in a cruel world. Amen










Thursday, 28 May 2015

The beauty of Creation

Copper Beeches
 Here in Highland Perthshire we live in a place of great beauty, rivers, burns, peaceful waters, high mountains and of course the weather that goes with this. Sunshine and showers, howling winds, fierce rain and snow.
But through it all we can see the wonder of creation, 'the world is charged with the  grandeur of God' as Gerald Manley Hopkins says.

I find myself wondering just how much our disconnection from nature really affects us as a species, as we spend more time on computers and in our own private worlds and become isolated from nature, from each other and from all that makes us truly human.

On Monday we walked around a small Lochan just 2 miles from Pitlochry, in a few weeks it will be filled with Water Lillies, on Monday it was quiet and peaceful there, quite warm with just a gentle breeze to ruffle the waters. We watched a Heron fishing in the reeds, ducks and moorhens went about their business, Robins sang to us along the way and flowers bloomed.
By the Lochan

It's no exaggeration to say that today in the woods and in the dappled shadows of the hedgerows carpets of Bluebells are everywhere and if your lucky perhaps a Red squirrel will cross your path. The whole world is alive with new life and growth. It is up to us to understand our place in all this, our interconnectedness to all of creation.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Pictures from Lent and Easter

Easter Day Holy Trinity



At Kilmaveonaig


Lent at Holy Trinity

Prayer Station - Calvary

The Garden Tomb




Easter Day Sermon

Sermon Preached on Easter Day at Holy Trinity and St Adamnan's, Kilmaveonaig



OK, here we are Easter morning, we’ve heard the Gospel Story,

Jesus has risen, what does this mean for us, for humanity, what on earth is this all about. We’ve come to the point in the story of Jesus, the man where everything goes ‘weird’, we’ve been through Holy week we’ve lived through the agony, the pain the suffering, but this is the point beyond which we cannot go, we could share in imagination Jesus’ suffering, we could watch and pray, but resurrection, now that’s different we can’t share that, what it comes down to now is a question of faith of mystery of wonder. So what on earth is it all about, what was God doing that first Easter morning.

Perhaps the only way to understand the resurrection is as Rowan Williams says to understand that:
“There is no short cut to Easter. It would be a bitter paradox if the effect of Easter hymns and Easter preaching were to bury the reality of the crucified”
So this morning let us try to look at  the reality of the crucified, I have tried to put into words  the whole Good Friday & Easter experience though the eyes of one of the disciples, a few years later  describing  their feelings, speaking their understanding of what happened and its significance for us all. The disciple speaks:
“They killed him and in a way killed things in me too. You see, when He died on that cross, all of my hopes, dreams, and understanding of life, God and faith died there with Him. It wasn’t just my hopes and dreams, but the hopes and dreams of all of us! We thought we knew what it was all about, we knew all the stories about the Messiah, how he would come to save us, the Jewish people, we just knew that he was going to make  life  a whole lot better. Now  we had heard Jesus tell us that He would die but perhaps we weren’t listening clearly because it just didn’t make any sense and so, to help you understand  to help you make sense of the stories you’ve heard, I’m going to begin at the  beginning to give you a clear picture.
It all started for me about a couple of years before they killed Him, I heard about this strange prophet Jesus, roaming the countryside. He talked about God’s rule in a way that just struck people as odd. We knew He couldn’t really be serious about it, but He kept on about how God wanted more direct contact with people, especially the scum of society, so it seemed. Jesus went around all over the place, doing things, healing those with various ailments, deformities, and serious problems. Well the healings were one thing, but the message was another. If it weren’t for the miracles, many of us might have just brushed Him off as some eccentric lunatic. But once you began listening, it just seemed like it was the rest of the world that was crazy and He was the only sane one around!
He talked about love and how God loved everyone, even the people we couldn’t stand. He taught about worshipping God in wholeness and sincerity of heart, rather than just following the rules. He preached about a God of grace and mercy, when the God that we knew was capable of harsh justice. His preaching often went directly against the standard interpretations of the Law. It set many people’s teeth on edge. It made them uncomfortable and exposed the shallow foundation on which they built their lives.
So in the end, it seems to me, they had to killed him, to protect their understanding of reality, of God, of truth, and the comfort of the status quo. They killed our hopes, our yearning for intimacy with God, our burning desire for life to have greater meaning.. They threw us into a pit, a pit of despair, dread, fear, and gross uncertainty. We ran away and some of us hid as He was arrested, tried, beaten and nailed to the cross.
I can still see us, our hope melting into despair as Jesus trudged along on the way to Golgotha. Oh yes we wanted to protest, but we were frightened. We wanted to rise up and fight to protect him, even as Peter had tried to do in Gethsemane. We didn’t want to let them kill Jesus, for all of our hopes and dreams depended upon Jesus being alive! If Jesus were to die, our hopes would be destroyed and our lives would revert to meaningless actions with no future, hope, or direction. But in some strange way that was the point and I now believe that was why it happened.
As strange and harsh as it seemed to us at the time, Jesus wanted our dreams and hopes to melt away. He wanted our understanding of faith and God and life to be destroyed once and for all, because He had something more to offer.
You see as long as Jesus was alive, we could still cling to our ideas of an earthly Messiah who would wage war on Rome, declare Jewish independence, grant us wealth, prominence, and political power. He didn’t want us to live with those hopes and dreams. He didn’t want anyone to reduce Him to a worker of miracles. He wanted us to grasp the true reality of God, the reality of hope, peace, and love.
You see, if I am honest we were still living under a delusion that we could add Jesus’ teaching to the way we knew things to be. (Does that ring any bells with you) We were taking in His words, but we were twisting them into our own view of what life was all about. So those dreams had to be nailed to the cross. It was really the only way for us to confront with finality the inadequacy of what we wanted out of Jesus. He refused to be just an addition to be tacked on to an existing structure. We needed to accept Him for what He declared Himself to be, not for what we wanted out of Him.
Earlier I said that they killed Him. That’s not really true. Strange as it may seem, it was what He wanted to happen all along. He wanted them to pin our hopes and understandings and dreams to that cross so that we might finally accept His message in its own right. He wanted our perspective shattered so that we might finally see that God truly is love and grace and mercy. You see, Jesus was more than a miracle worker. Jesus was more than a great teacher and prophet. He was more than a light in the darkness of stale religious expression
Jesus was/is very God in human flesh, come into our midst that we might catch a glimpse of the reality and breadth of God’s love for us and for all creation. Our hopes and dreams stayed on the cross and went no further.
But our concepts of God as exclusive, vengeful, wrathful, and angry could not make it beyond the cross. Our lack of understanding of what Jesus was really teaching us were shown to be completely false when God allowed Himself to be nailed to the cross. And the enormity of that action and the realization of what it meant for humanity and the whole world changed my life forever.
He didn’t stay there of course and you know the story, he didn’t stay on the cross, he didn’t stay in the tomb and that’s part of the message that we are celebrating and thinking about today today!  Because if he didn’t stay there, neither can we.
When Jesus rose from the grave, he shattered for all time our understanding of life, reality, and God. He forced us to take a new look at the meaning of His words and His life. He forced us to see that God really is interested in everyone. God really does love us, even the outcasts among us. God is not angry with humanity and seeking ways to wreak justice in retaliation. God seeks us out in love to call us to Himself. It was in love that he was born among us, it was in love that he was nailed to the cross, it was in love that he rose again, and it must be in love that we tell his story to the world
And that my friends is your commission, this Easter morning to tell the world by your lives and examples that God is love, that he loves each one of us and was ready to risk everything to show that love, once and for all in his son’s life, death and glorious resurrection”

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

From Cradle to Cross

Spent most of the morning preparing for our Lenten Labyrinth Walk tomorrow at Holy Trinity Pitlochry at 2.00pm.

Here is one of my Poems a Meditation on the Cross written a couple of yours ago for a similar event.



Meditation on the Cross

An unfamiliar sound, the wailing of women
the smell of heat and dust,
of animals and fear.
The narrow streets are crowded
for this is Jerusalem at festival.
But now they stand, heads bowed
as men all doomed by fate,
by crime, by deeds as yet untold
pass by, dragging the wood,
that spar of pain and despair
that will end all joy, all warmth, all life forever
for this is Crucifixion day.
A voice sobs through the crowd,
echoes of agony as if she feels
the sword piercing, piercing
as once was promised,in this place.
Ah Simeon, long dead, did you foresee this day,
did you but glimpse the grief, that will not wash away,
for this is crucifixion day.
And now they reach the place, the place where he will die.
No choosing now to bear the Father’s will, this is reality,
an agonising leave taking, a long farewell,
while birds, and laughter, sunlight, breeze and life goes on,
its noise and bustle muffling the screams as hands and feet
are skewed to the tree, as bodies lifted up struggle to breathe,
to live despite it all, till all hope fades and death becomes the
ally and the friend, a place of peace, the quiet of the tomb
when all will fade away for evermore,
for this is crucifixion day.

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