‘Looking after number one’ – The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
Sunday 1 September 2019 – Trinity – 11 Evensong
Isaiah 33.13-22 & John 3.22-36
‘He must increase, but I must decrease.’ John 3.30
I never fail to be moved by the humility and generosity of John the Baptist. In the second reading today from John’s gospel, John the Baptist emphasises that he is not the Messiah and rejoices that Jesus, the one to whom he is pointing people, has come and that the time is now right for Jesus to increase and for him to decrease. Earlier in the same gospel we heard how John the Baptist and two of his disciples saw Jesus passing by, John said to his friends ‘Look, here is the lamb of God’ and John’s disciples went to follow Jesus, without any complaint from John …… this was another clear sign of humble John decreasing as Jesus began to increase.
The only one who outdoes John the Baptist in the humility and generosity department is Jesus himself! From the borrowed cradle of straw in the stable in Bethlehem, to the borrowed tomb on the hillside just outside Jerusalem, Jesus is unfailingly humble. From gallons of wine miraculously provided at the wedding in Cana, to the washing of Judas’ feet just before he goes to commit his act of betrayal, Jesus is unfailingly generous to everyone he meets. It is almost as if the more humble and generous he is, the more he grows in significance and influence, the more he increases.
All of this sounds sensible and normal when spoken about from a pulpit in a church on a Sunday – but imagine praising these characteristics at work or at school? Imagine recommending someone for promotion citing humility as their great gift?
The truth is that most human beings are self-promotors, self-increasers, by instinct. We see this in the disciples. Mark tells us that James and John ask Jesus if they will be able to have the best seats in the kingdom! Matthew is also aware of this incident, but interestingly, presumably aware of how bad it made James and John look, he relates that it is their mother who asks Jesus if her sons can have the best seats in the kingdom. Jesus’ response is to give some very clear teaching about humility,
‘whoever wishes to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be slave of all. Mark 10.43&45
Despite his very clear teaching and the example Jesus gives us in his own life we continue to find humility a challenge. From a very young age these days we are encouraged to be self-promoters or self-increasers. From the ‘Personal Statement’ youngsters have to write when applying to University, to composing a CV and vying for jobs in our company or organisation, we all engage in self-promotion. Of course, there are also celebrities, many of whom are hero-worshipped by millions, who thrive on self-promotion and there are also some celebrities who are only celebrities because they are good at self-promotion! All of this makes some people think that ‘looking after number one’ is the way the world works, the way things are and the way things have to be – but that is not the case. Jesus teaches us that there is another way, a better way and that better way can also be based on the adage, ‘look after number one’, but we have to stop thinking of ourselves as ‘number one’ and start thinking of God as ‘number one’!
What does living by the adage, ‘you have to look after number one’ when ‘number one’ is God, look like?
- When in the midst of conflict of any kind, an argument with a friend, a serious disagreement at work, a clash with those ‘idiot brexiteers’, or those ‘idiot remainers’, (depending on your point of view!) we should not be striving to win the argument, we should not be striving to look good or clever or superior to our adversaries, we should be listening more than talking and we should be seeking creative solutions. God is the creator.
- When someone insults or belittles us, we should never insult or belittle them back, but we should think about how best we can understand and love them. The loving thing to do might be to have a really tough conversation with them. God is love.
- We should look after our own well-being, not because of our importance but because being well ourselves enables us to be better and more effective disciples of Jesus, after all, it is Jesus who teaches us to love our neighbours as ourselves. (Mark 12.31)
- We should ensure that loyalty to God comes before loyalty to anything or anyone else, including our political party, ethnic group, religion or denomination and as Jesus so disturbingly teaches, loyalty to God should come before family! This does not mean that we should be deliberately disloyal to any of these other groups, least of all our families, but that our loyalty to God should be being worked out through our politics, our religion, and the way we relate to others, including, of course, our family.
‘He must increase, but I must decrease.’ John 3.30
So today, as we reflect on this saying of Jesus let us pray that we may manifest similar humility and generosity in our lives as we see in the lives of John the Baptist and, above all Jesus. Let us ensure that in all things, we look after number one, remembering that in our lives, God is number one!
Let us pray
Lord Jesus, whose majesty was obscured by humility, whose power was obscured by vulnerability, whose eminence was obscured by the washing of feet, help us not to think too highly of ourselves and help us to see you as someone who is honoured in churches and beautiful worship but also in us living lives like yours, marked by humility, faithfulness, vulnerability and service. Amen
Blessing – The Reverend Deacon Abigail Davison (Curate)
The Reverend Deacon Abigail Davison (Curate)
Thursday 15 August 2019, 17:15. The Festival of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Solemn Eucharist.
Luke 1.46-55
This looks like no kind of blessing that I’d want. Unmarried and pregnant in a culture where some would argue that was a stonable offence. What on Earth was Mary thinking, imagining there would be anyone at all calling her blessed?
Did she just not know what she had agreed to? Was she too young, too naive to understand the implications? What on Earth was she thinking?
Well, this is no kind of Earthly blessing.
And two thousand years later, and three thousand miles away, we are indeed still calling her blessed! Are we being naive, sentimental maybe? Do we have too twee an image of motherhood, have we forgotten its dangers and struggles, especially for this girl?
Clearly, we need to rethink why Mary took this as a blessing. Maybe we need to rethink what we mean by blessing.
I wonder what we think a blessing from God actually looks like. Is it abundant wealth, health, security, respect? It’s far, far too easy, from where we’re sitting right now, in a land where (if we’re being honest) people are poor because we let them be; in this amazing, safe, building; in these golden robes even, to think that this is exactly what blessing is. And if you don’t have these things, then clearly you are not blessed, not in favour with God.
Yet, Mary didn’t have these things – she grew up in Roman occupied first century Palestine.
Not even her child, Jesus who is the Christ, had these things!
If you wanted to go through a list of the Saints and Martyrs who have gone before us, or even to go around the Saints gathered here or gathering around the world to worship today, I wonder how many we would find who could say that they are abundantly wealthy, comfortable, respected, safe and in good health?
Were they not blessed: are we not blessed?
I wonder this – what if we stopped thinking of blessing in such worldly terms?
What if being blessed is about being equipped to fully take up our part in God’s mission for the world? To become everything God wants us to be.
That starts with being redeemed: that starts with Christ.
I wonder if Mary’s feeling of blessedness is less about her having a baby (by the world’s standards, you wouldn’t be far off calling that a curse!). What if it’s because she is the first to know our redemption is at hand – it has been promised, many faithful people have waited for it, but Mary knows it is here. She has said yes to her part in it.
Mary did not choose an easy path, blessed by the world’s standards, she chose to be blessed by God. And holding true to all God’s blessings, that blessing is one she shared with the world.
It is a blessing that is offered to you now, not least in the Eucharist [which we are about to celebrate]. If you haven’t already, will you come and be blessed, not as the world blesses, but as God blesses.
Let this Mind be in you. – The Reverend Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Sunday 11 August 2019 – Matins
Song of Songs 8:5-7 2 Peter 3:8-13
Anthem
O when I am alone, when I come to die, when I want to sing, give me Jesus. You may have all the rest, give me Jesus.
Words: Traditional spiritual Music: Larry Fleming (1936-2003)
Last week, pictures went viral of an African American, Donald Neely, walking between two police officers on horseback, Neely himself having been handcuffed and tied with a rope. He’d been arrested for trespassing and would normally have been taken to the police station in a car but, apparently, no cars were available, so the two Texan police officers improvised. Their action has served to pour petrol on the already raging flames surrounding the issues of racism in the USA. Not surprisingly, it’s brought to the surface memories of how slaves were treated in previous centuries, many of them having been treated in an almost identical manner.
The picture brought to mind another story, that of another African American, James Byrd Jr. On 7th June 1998 he’d been hitchhiking and was picked up by Bill King and two accomplices, Lawrence Brewer and Shawn Kelly. Using a rope, they attached James Byrd Jr. to the tow-bar of King’s pickup truck and then drove the truck at speed for three miles, dragging Byrd along the road behind them. They then dumped Byrd’s body outside an African American Church in Jasper, Texas. King’s accomplices, Brewer and Kelly were sentenced to death and life imprisonment respectively. King, like his accomplices, an avowedly White Supremacist, was also sentenced to death shortly after the crime, but the sentence wasn’t carried out until a little over three months ago, when King was executed by lethal injection on 24th April.
We live in deeply troubled and troubling times. Here in the UK we’re torn apart by Brexit. Populism’s on the rise the world over, not least in the USA, where the current president is perhaps the prime example of a world leader driven by a populist agenda. Among the features of populism are that it seeks to dispense with nuance in public discourse, it demonises the other, and it fuels discontent among those who believe they’ve been hard done by or ignored by the establishment. The president’s recent remarks, telling four members of Congress that they can go back to their own countries if they don’t like what they find in America, have resulted in something of a backlash, not least because three of the president’s targets were actually born in the USA. The suggestion’s been made that, as a result, actions like those of the two police officers in the photo are now being legitimised, lending credence and acceptability to the views and actions of white supremacists in particular.
Populism feeds on bitterness and resentment and one of the effects of the president’s remarks is that it’s awakened dormant grievances about African Americans going back for years. I’m constantly perplexed that more than 50 years after the rise of the Civil Rights Movement in the USA, and the assassination of people like Martin Luther King Jr., racism is still rife in that country. Were racism a thing of the past everywhere, today’s anthem would be something of a rather saccharine throwback to a bygone age. In today’s climate, though, there’s a searingly painful urgency to the cry uttered in its words and music: ‘O when I am alone, when I come to die, when I want to sing, give me Jesus. You may have all the rest, give me Jesus.’
We’ve been treated all this week to the most wonderful and wide-ranging selection of music performed by the Matthäuskantorei from Lucerne in Switzerland. Today’s anthem broadens this diverse repertoire even further. I confess to never having come across the words of this traditional spiritual, nor ever having heard of the composer, Larry Fleming. He’s best known, I’ve since discovered, for being the founder and director of the National Lutheran Choir in the USA, but he’s also highly regarded as a composer of choral music.
I wonder how you heard this anthem. Was it just a rather clever arrangement of a nice tune with some sentimental words? I suspect that may be how many of us will have heard it. In today’s climate, though, it seems to me to evoke something much more profound. ‘Give me Jesus’ could probably be found on the lips of many Christians throughout the world, who often give the impression, particularly in the West, that an individual relationship with Jesus is just about the sum total of what the Christian faith’s all about. When we hear the words of this traditional spiritual sung in our time, though, we’re connected with our brothers and sisters across the ages who’ve been degraded, abused, enslaved and deprived of their God-given dignity. Imagine singing this spiritual as an African American slave on a cotton plantation or being transported from Africa across the sea to America in a tightly-packed galley ship and it begins to take on a different hue. It becomes an articulation not just for an individual relationship with Jesus but rather a cry from the depths of the heart for a radical transformation of society and its structures. Such a transformation begins in the human heart, of course, but it’s not just an individual matter: it’s about right relationships with one another and with God. It’s about the coming of God’s kingdom of justice, mercy and compassion, in which such things as slavery, racism and abuse have no place.
African American slaves looked to Jesus above all, not least because there was a sense of mutual identification. Just as Donald Neely and James Byrd Jr. were tied with rope, so in some paintings and in films depicting Jesus being led to the cross, he’s also portrayed with a rope tied around his hands being pulled along by soldiers, a solitary figure, almost completely isolated from everyone else spiritually, emotionally and psychologically. The plea, ‘Give me Jesus,’ is thus a reaching out to a God who’s known and seen to be in solidarity with the downtrodden, to one who’s wholly identified with the plight of African American slaves. When they were being brutalised, they saw in him one who was similarly brutalised and yet who met such brutality not with like but with compassion and love. Surely that’s the Jesus they were crying out for.
In our hearts, that’s the Jesus we all want, the one who meets everything and everyone – including the abuser and the enslaver as well – with love and compassion, with the love which, as we heard from the Song of Songs, is ‘strong as death’, for the love which can’t be drowned by floods, and which is worth more than anything else, even the wealth of one’s house. This is the love for which we’re all made and yet from which we fall short. It’s for that reason that this prayer of the African American slaves can also truly be ours: ‘O when I am alone, when I come to die, when I want to sing, give me Jesus. You may have all the rest, give me Jesus.’
‘Church should be changing us?’ – The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
Church should be changing us.
Sunday 11 August 2019 10am – Trinity 8
Hebrews 11.1-3,8-16 & Luke12v32-40
When you go and see your GP you prepare by thinking carefully about what you are going to tell him or her, because you know time is limited. When you are there you listen carefully to what he or she advises, usually you do as you are told and more often than not you get better.
When you go to the gym, if you do, you prepare by warming up your muscles, you follow the guidance of an instructor, do the exercises in the right way and generally get a bit fitter and a bit thinner.
When attending school or university you prepare by doing your homework, you listen carefully to the teachers or lecturers and hopefully your mind becomes more effective and you learn more things.
When you go to church you prepare by …… you share in the service and you listen and hopefully you are ……. changed?
I wonder if we give ‘going to church’ enough preparation and I wonder if we expect ‘going to church’ to change us in any way?
I sometimes think that we forget that all that we do here, all this ritual and music, all this reading the bible and sharing sacraments, all these prayers that we say, should actually affect us, all this should all be changing us, it should all be making us better disciples of Jesus and better people. I know this seems like an obvious thing to say but I firmly believe that it needs saying. One of the saddest things a parish priest has to do is to take the funeral of a faithful parishioner who was in church every Sunday and yet was deeply unhappy and unpopular because, despite being in church every week, they were selfish, unkind, gossipy and vindictive. It is possible to come to church every week and not take any of it in and not be changed in any way. In fact some people (ordained as well as lay people) use the church as the place they go to exercise their selfishness and their need for power and status.
Usually, before a wedding or a baptism I invite the congregation to be expectant that something might happen to them – I tell them that they aren’t in a ‘venue’ but in a church where, for hundreds of years, the people of York have been gathering to say their prayers in joy and in sorrow – this is a place where people encounter something unusual, something bigger than themselves. In other words, don’t just sit there like lemons looking bored, waiting for a drink or a cigarette and the party afterwards – engage with what is happening and see how it affects you. (I don’t put it quite like that, you will be pleased to hear).
Sometimes I wonder if we should give a similar notice at the beginning of our regular services. We all need to be more expectant of being changed by coming to church.
This week we have celebrated the Feast of the Transfiguration, the occasion when Jesus glowed with glory on the mountainside. The goodness of God, the glory of God shone out of Jesus’ body. The Old Testament readings for the Feast of the Transfiguration speak of Moses whose face shone when he had been speaking with God. His shining face was so disconcerting for his family and friends that he took to wearing a veil all the time, only taking it off when he went up the mountain to speak with God. The point of these stories is that the glory of God is tangible. It can be seen, and should be seen, in the bodies of those who encounter God and live in step or in tune with God.
Do you think that when we leave the Minster after sharing in this Eucharist the people of York will see God’s glory shining from us? Will they stop and stare and have to shield their eyes because glory is shining from us? When I stand at the back to say goodbye as people leave, should I be handing out little veils so the poor people of York aren’t blinded by the glory shining from our faces?
Probably I am being a little bit optimistic, but the point is that everything we do here is supposed to affect us, it is supposed to make a difference, it is supposed to make us better disciples of Jesus, it is supposed to make us better people.
I have been thinking about this a lot this week and the main things that stop us being changed by what we do here are familiarity and self-righteousness! We get so used to doing what we do here we can forget it is supposed to be changing us. Also, we have a tendency to think that everyone else needs what happens here more than we do. You sit there thinking people like me need to listen more to what we say and preach in church, clergy can be experts in hypocrisy and self-righteousness! On the other hand clergy can look down from our lofty vantage point and imagine that you lot need all of this more than we do!
The truth is that we all need to be expectant and attentive during worship and we all need to be affected and challenged by what we do here. The great thing about services like this in our tradition is that they are made up of many elements, and different elements will speak to us in different ways week by week. For example this week there will be some of us here who really need to say the words of confession and hear the words of absolution, maybe we have lost our temper with someone or been unkind or been forgetful. There will be others here who need to bring all their thanksgivings for their blessings this week and they need their thanksgivings to be carried to God in the beautiful singing of the Gloria and the hymns. There will be others who may be grieving or worried who particularly need to feel God draw close to them in communion today and there will be some itching to be commissioned to go in peace to love and serve the Lord, to share the good news of God’s love in many different ways this coming week. The point is that we have to make ourselves vulnerable to being forgiven, challenged, loved and changed in services like this.
This is the prayer that will be said after we have received communion this morning. I thought it was a fairly modern prayer written for the modern rite we now use. It transpires that it is based on ancient words written in the fourth century by someone called St Ephraem the Syrian. This prayer makes it absolutely clear that we should be changed by all that we do in worship.
Strengthen for service, Lord, the hands that have taken holy things; may the ears which have heard your word be deaf to clamour and dispute; may the tongues which have sung your praise be free from deceit; may the eyes which have seen the tokens of your love shine with the light of hope; and may the bodies which have been fed with your body be refreshed with the fullness of your life; glory to you for ever. Amen
So, over 1600 years ago St Ephraem the Syrian also thought that too many people were taking church for granted and not allowing themselves to be changed by sharing in worship. Thank God that he wrote such evocative and powerful words that have been repeated in many forms over the centuries, to constantly remind us that we should be being changed and made better people by what we do here. We may be a little way off needing veils to stop divine glory blinding our friends and neighbours but we should at least look and behave differently because we have encountered the living God of love in word and sacrament.
‘What is on your Bucket List?’ – The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
Sunday 4 August 2019 – Evensong Trinity 7
Genesis 50.4-end & 1 Corinthians 14.1-19
I can remember my Granny saying to me, ‘Michael, I have a lot of time for Jesus, but he didn’t know what it is like to grow old!’ That’s certainly true and I think how we grow old is a very important issue that most of us tend not to address until it is too late. People pay millions of pounds for creams and unguents marketed as smoothing away wrinkles, the signs of ageing, and others pay even more millions to plastic surgeons to smooth and tuck and reshape bodies that are sagging or bulging to make them look as though they aren’t ageing. All of this suggests to me that we aren’t very good at growing old.
Some people do acknowledge that they are mortal and time is limited and their response is to make themselves a Bucket List – a list of all the things they want to do before they ‘kick the bucket’ or, to put it more clearly, all the things they want to do before they die. This is a really good thing to do, the only thing is that the kind of thing that gets written on lots of people’s Bucket List are things like, Sky-diving, swimming with dolphins and visiting the Taj Mahal!
I am a little sceptical about this kind of Bucket List. I hope I am not being a pious killjoy but the lists I have seen all seem to be about consumerism – unusual experiences and exotic venues are there to be consumed and then ticked off the list. Is this how we should be preparing for old age – binging on thrills and treats before we fall off the perch?
The important thing about all of this is what is on your Bucket List?
The first reading today is about the closing part of Joseph’s remarkable life. Having been his father’s favourite son and therefore the most unpopular brother, he had been sold into slavery as a young man by his jealous siblings. Assuming him to be dead they carried on with their lives. It transpired that Joseph not only survived but thrived in Egypt reaching a lofty position in the household of Pharaoh. When a famine started his brothers travelled to Egypt to buy food and were dealt with by Joseph (who they did not recognise). In the end Joseph’s identity is revealed and his brothers and father were welcomed into his household.
In today’s reading we saw Joseph dealing with his quite impressive Bucket List – he is in the process of fulfilling his late father’s wishes before he died. After a time of mourning Joseph took his father Jacob’s body to Canaan where he buried him in a cave which Abraham had bought as a burial site.
After he had buried his father Joseph then formally forgives his brothers the great wrong they had done him – with huge grace and generosity Joseph acknowledges that his brothers had wished him harm but that God had intended it for good and he promises to provide for and protect his brothers and their families.
At the end of our reading Joseph then asks his brothers to take care of his burial. There are no specific instructions recorded but the expectation would be that he would be buried with his father in Canaan.
With Joseph’s actions in mind I wonder if too many of us spend too much time on what might be called the ‘swimming-with-dolphins’ or the ‘binging-on-thrills’ Bucket List and not enough time on the ‘healing-relationships-and-preparing-for-our-departure’ Bucket List that we see Joseph addressing.
The truth is that whether we are young or old we should ‘Pursue love and strive for the spiritual gifts’ as Paul says at the beginning of our second reading – we can do this however old we are and I think that there is an argument that we should concentrate more on pursuing love and striving for spiritual gifts the older we get. For example, many of us take great care in leaving our affairs in order with a Will in place and maybe even some guidance about our funeral wishes, but how many of us plan to do what Joseph did and ensure that those we leave behind know that their relationship with us is in good order, wrongs forgiven, misunderstandings sorted, knowing that they are valued, appreciated and loved? These aims should be at the top of any Bucket List.
In addition, when failing bodies and minds mean that we have to be inactive and immobile how useful is it going to be that we can sky-dive or swim with dolphins? Maybe learning to pray and meditate, learning to use stillness and silence creatively, will be a little more helpful when old age comes calling, as it surely will.
St John writes (John 10.10) often about having life in all its fullness or life in abundance. It is a big mistake to think that is all about wealth or possessions or thrilling experiences – the fullness of life, abundant life is all about grace, truth and above all, love – there is nothing inherently wrong with wealth, possessions and thrilling experiences but they are all transitory and ephemeral – the only thing that lasts is love, as Paul says, ‘love never ends’ (I Corinthians 13.8) and nothing can ‘separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord’ (Romans 8.39).
Of course we are all free to have whatever we want on our Bucket Lists but I think that at the very top of every list should be,
- Pursue love
- Strive for spiritual gifts
Let us bow our heads to pray
This prayer was written by Eric Milner-White, Dean of York 1941 -1963
O Lord God, who leavest us not nor forsakest in the time of age: shew me, as my strength faileth, an even fuller lovlier light of thy glory shining over and about me.
There in that glory, let me find mine. Grant me new store of gentleness, gratitude, patience; new learning of the Passion of my Lord; new dignity of Grace. Make my life wholly his life: his heart my heart; his breath my breath, breathing love to the very end.
My time is in thy hand. Be thou my support in weakness, my courage in the dark and in pain, mine aid, day and night, my company on loneliness, my rest.
For all that thou takest from me, thou givest what is better, and guidest to the best.
Be thy love my bed and covering, be thy Christ my living Bread; thy Spirit, my strength to the end. Bring me forth, forgiven, loved and loving, child and servant for ever, into thy joy. Amen
Let this Mind be in you. – The Reverend Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Sunday 28 July 2019 – Evensong
Anthem: Let this Mind be in you
Words: Philippians 2:5-11 Music: Lee Hoiby
Where, if anywhere, do you find God? For some of you that in itself might be a rather perplexing question. Who or what is God anyway, you might ask. It might seem that you constantly struggle with this notion of God and you just can’t get your head around it.
Others of you might readily identify places, events or occasions when you’ve sensed the presence of God. Often people suggest it’s in those times when we’re withdrawn from and relieved of the everyday conflicts, tensions and demands of life that we’re taken out of and beyond ourselves and experience something other. For some, discovering God has been in a place of natural beauty, which takes our breath away, giving us a sense of our smallness on the one hand, or our profound interconnectedness with everything and everyone, on the other: a stunning mountain range, for example, the vastness of the ocean or the intricate delicacy of a flower. Some become aware of God in and through music, which has the capacity to touch and move us at a very deep level beyond words. And then there’s falling in love, of course, when the whole world comes alive in our beloved. No longer is there any sense of separation or division but unity and communion with all.
I could go on but let me return to the question and ask it once again: where, if anywhere, do you find God? And let me venture what might seem a bold answer as to where you might look: God is to be found exactly where you are right now. I don’t mean that just because we’re sitting in a church, and in a very beautiful, awe-inspiring, historic church at that. Thankfully some people do find God in church. No, I mean that God’s to be found wherever you are and whatever’s going on in your life. God is right where you and I and are at every single moment of every day.
We tend to think that God must always be somewhere else. ‘If only I can get my marriage sorted out,’ we might say, ‘then perhaps I’ll find God.’ Conversely, we might think: ‘I never had any cause to question the presence of God until the doctor told me I’d got three months left to live. Since then, God’s disappeared.’ It’s easy to think that God’s with us when all’s going well; when life’s tough it seems all the more difficult and unlikely.
The words set to music in today’s anthem confront and encourage us with the claim that God is wherever we are, whatever the circumstances and whatever may be going on in our lives. Thought, perhaps, to be an early Christian hymn or creed, which Paul incorporates into his letter to the Christians in Philippi, it speaks in metaphorical language of how, in the person of Jesus Christ, God comes down to our level, so to speak, and experiences not just the seemingly good things of life, but also what we consider to be the worst: suffering, humiliation and death. Paul invites us to see that it’s in this person that we find and see God, for it’s in his self-emptying that Jesus shows us God. In him the self-emptying of God and the self-emptying of humanity meet and are perfectly at one, and Paul sees this supremely on the cross: ‘Jesus…being in the form of God…was made in the likeness of men, and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.’
Hanging on a cross, suffering the most awful of deaths, is the last place we’d look and expect to find God. The gospels of Matthew and Mark recount that it was on the cross that even Jesus himself felt abandoned by God: ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ And yet the paradox is that it’s precisely in the most Godforsaken place that God’s most fully present – supremely as love, compassion and forgiveness. From the human point of view, Jesus is empty of all that’s not God, and from a divine perspective, God’s empty of everything that can’t be embodied and lived in a human being.
This is why we can affirm on the basis of the cross that there’s no place or person where God is not. Sometimes, often perhaps, God’s presence is obscured and hard to see or find, but that doesn’t mean that God’s not there. The cross reveals that God’s present where God seems most absent. Despite the fact that human beings seek to banish God, God’s incapable of being banished, because it’s in the nature of God to be the most down-trodden, humiliated and rejected of all. This is what we call love: to become absolutely nothing for the sake of the other, and it’s this nothingness, this emptiness, which is the very presence of God. Which is why Paul speaks of Jesus being exalted. To be the lowest of the low is, from the divine perspective, to be the highest of the high. This is the real nature of things, the real nature of God and the real nature of humanity.
So, let me say once again: God is to be found right where you are now, in whatever’s going on in your life right now. Easy to say, you might retort, but harder to see and harder still to accept. Which is why the search begins when we acknowledge that we might need to see in a different way. Our vision needs to be trained, clarified and sharpened. The message Jesus proclaims as he begins his Galilean ministry is quite simply, ‘Repent’: look in another direction for what you’re truly looking for. For me, this is exactly what happens in and through meditation. Meditation can be understood as an extended exercise in repentance. In meditation we try to see things as they really are and this requires maintaining a constant attitude of attentiveness. Meditation’s about paying attention, looking, contemplating. In the early Church, contemplation was described as theoria, which simply means looking. So contemplative prayer or meditation is primarily about looking and seeing.
What anyone who begins to meditate discovers early on is that what we see first is ourselves and, more often than not, what we see isn’t very pleasant. We see all sorts of things that we realise sooner or later serve to colour, cloud and distort our vision in a self-centred way, so we begin a process of letting go, of being emptied of our distortions, prejudices and resistances. This can feel like a humiliation but little by little we begin to see more clearly. Our awareness expands and becomes capable of taking more in, not just those things it’s easy to include, but also those things to which we have an aversion. Gradually our seeing is able to embrace more and more without feeling the need to exclude or split off. Our field of vision is enlarged infinitely. It’s a slow and often painful process and we fall back into our old habits and ways of seeing on numerous occasions, but this expanded awareness is characterised by compassion and acceptance, which embraces others as well as those parts of ourselves from which we’d rather run away.
This is the mind of Christ of which Paul speaks, the mind which was able to embrace everything and everyone on the cross with love and compassion. As we’re emptied, we begin to see with this mind. We see the presence of God in the most Godforsaken people and places. More than that, though; we begin to see the possibility of embodying this mind, we hear the call to live it and be it. As we begin to see that God’s to be found everywhere and in everyone, including the darkest of places, we also begin to sense that the universal human vocation is to be that presence in all its fullness in our own lives, too. ‘Let this mind be in you,’ Paul says. When that happens, it’s not only Jesus who’s exalted but the whole creation, including you and me, for everything will be seen and found in him, the embodiment of love and compassion.
‘Where there is tea there is hope’ – The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
Sunday 21 July 2019 – Matins – Trinity 5
Deuteronomy 30.1-10 & 1 Peter 3.8-18
‘Where there is tea there is hope!’ This was written on the wall of café where I was eating my lunch on Friday. It made me think of our second reading this morning. ‘Always be ready to make your defence to anyone who demands from you an account of the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and reverence.’ 1 Peter 3.15&16 This is the challenge Peter gives the Christians he is writing to. It is, I think, a uniquely British approach to the challenges that life brings to suggest that a cup of tea might help, everything from a bad day at the office to a sudden bereavement can be faced by sitting down and having a cuppa with someone. But is a companionable cuppa all we have to offer in the form of hope? If someone asked you, over that restorative cuppa, why you have hope, how would you respond?
It is not only people in immediate need of hope who ask us questions about faith. People of faith are under constant attack, being challenged to justify what they believe. Even people we know well, including family members, can be dismissive, even rude about our faith – we need to listen to Peter’s teaching, we should not repay evil for evil or abuse for abuse – we should bless those who dismiss us and what we believe. ‘Always be ready to make your defence to anyone who demands from you an account of the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and reverence.’ 1 Peter 3.15&16
As people of faith we have more to offer than a cup of tea when hope seems absent and when our faith is attacked. We should be able to speak about our faith, we should be able to account for the hope we have and we should be able to do this without belligerence, without arrogance and without being supercilious. When we talk about our faith we should only ever talk about it with gentleness and reverence.
For too long too many Christians have hidden behind the belief that their faith is private. People have assumed that, like sex and politics, faith is something we shouldn’t talk about with others. This is nonsense and has led to many faithful and committed Christians being almost inarticulate about their faith.
Because of what I do and because I have family members and good friends who do not share my faith, I am often challenged about faith and have to speak about it. It isn’t good enough to simply say that faith is just a feeling. It is a waste of time to say ‘the bible says …..’, because people who do not share our faith do not trust the bible as a source of truth. We have to be able to talk about our faith with clarity. In the parlance of today, we have to be able to articulate the ‘value added’ to our lives by our faith? What makes life more fulfilled, more meaningful, more hopeful as a Christian?
In my experience most people who do not share our faith think that we cling on to believing a lot of silly, old fairy stories basically because we are frightened of dying. They think that faith is all about trying to get a place in heaven. We have to acknowledge that this is an understandable interpretation of what we believe and that for centuries in the past the Church has used the fear of death as a way of exercising power over people and of getting money out of them! Our forebears have sown the seeds of the criticisms we face today. In addition many think that believing in God helps us to behave well and to behave better than people who do not believe in God.
We have to acknowledge that plenty of people without faith seem to manage to face death with relative equanimity and many people without faith put some Christians to shame by the good that they do. If we are giving an account of the hope we have, ‘heaven’ and ‘being good’ (or being better than most) are not good defences in the eyes of those who criticise us.
I think our defence has to begin with stating that we believe there is more to life than logic, science and reason can explain. Many who attack our faith today are virtually fundamentalist believers in logic, science and reason as the only sources of truth. Having said this we would all, probably make different defences for our faith. As I am the one standing in a pulpit I will share with you a few very short and simple things I say in defence of the hope that is in me.
‘Jesus wept’ John 11.35 – in suffering we are not alone, however isolated we may feel in our lives, we are never alone. When we weep, Jesus weeps with us. The Jesus who wept at the death of his friend reveals that even through grief and pain, new life can come. In my life, I have discovered this to be true and it gives me hope in the darkest of times.
Jesus forgave those who crucified him and by so doing broke the cycle of destructive behaviour surrounding him, an action which led to his crucifixion but also sowed the seeds of healing and resurrection. Difficult though it is, we should never be drawn into maintaining destructive cycles of behaviour – we do this by seeking always to love our enemies. In my life I have discovered this to be true and it gives me hope in the most complex situations.
When Jesus met the grieving Mary Magdalen at the tomb he said her name, ‘Mary’ and she recognised him. This is an example of the truth articulated by Paul in 1 Corinthians 13, ‘Love never ends’, love is bigger and stronger than anything, including death. And God’s love is not a kind of general, one-size-fits-all love – it is a love that calls us by name. A love which gives us identity, a love which holds us whatever happens. In my life, I have discovered this to be true and it gives me hope every day.
None of this can be proved by logic, science and reason. I do not claim that this has given me life in all its fullness, but it has given me a way to navigate my way through life positively and, for the most part, creatively ….. so far. For what it is worth, as I drink tea with people in need or people attacking my faith, this is some of my defence to anyone who demands from me an account of the hope that is in me. What is yours?
Let us pray
God of reconciling hope, as you guided your people in the past guide each one of us through the turmoil of the present time and bring us to that place of flourishing where our unity can be restored, the common good served and all shall be made well. In the name of Jesus we pray. Amen.
An open, generous, inclusive Hospitality of the Heart – The Reverend Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Sunday 21 July 2019 – Sung Eucharist
Colossians 1: 15-28 Luke 10: 38-end
Open, generous, inclusive hospitality. That’s what today’s gospel reading seems to be getting at. The open, generous, inclusive hospitality of home and even more importantly, perhaps, the open, generous, inclusive hospitality of heart.
On the surface, of course, the one who seems the most generous of all in offering hospitality is the one who’s rebuked. Jesus arrives at the home of Martha, who has a sister, Mary. Martha not only welcomed him into her home but expressed her hospitality, presumably, in time-honoured Middle Eastern fashion by preparing a meal. And yet when she asks Jesus to tell her sister, happily sitting at Jesus’ feet, doing not very much, to give her a hand, Jesus rebukes her: ‘Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.’ Jesus appears to devalue the day-to-day mundane tasks we all have to do simply in order to live. Where would all we be without food, clean clothes, a home to live in and an income of some kind to make such things possible?
For centuries this story has been interpreted in the Church as an allegory of the so-called active and contemplative lives. The message, from the theologian Origen of Alexandria in the early third century onwards, has usually been that the contemplative life has been far more preferable to that of the active. This was one of the reasons why the monastic life was so highly esteemed during the medieval period. To enter a monastery and leave the world behind was considered to be a far higher calling than getting your hands dirty dealing with the everyday affairs of the world. The problem with that, of course, was that the monastic life still depended on people doing the kind of tasks in which Martha was engaged, even in a monastery or convent. It was still necessary to prepare food, to cultivate crops, to erect buildings and so on. If everyone spent all their time on their knees, they’d eventually starve to death!
There’s a wonderful story from the desert fathers and mothers of the fourth century in Egypt which perfectly illustrates this point:
A certain brother came to visit Abba Sylvanus at Mount Sinai, and seeing the hermits at work he exclaimed, “Why do you work for the food that perishes? Mary has chosen the better part.” Then Abba Sylvanus called his disciple, “Zachary, give this brother a book and put him in an empty cell.” Now when it was three o’clock the brother kept looking out of the door to see if someone would call him to eat. But nobody came, so he got up, went to see the old man, and said: “Abba, didn’t the brothers eat today?” The old man said, “Of course we did.” “Then why didn’t you call me?” The old man replied, “You’re a spiritual person, you don’t need the food that perishes, but since we’re earthly, we want to eat and that’s why we work. You’ve chosen the best part, reading all day long, and getting along without food.” When the brother heard this he repented and said, “Forgive me, Abba.” Then the old man said to him: “Mary certainly needed Martha, and it is really by Martha’s help that Mary is praised’.
If we were in any doubt about this, we need only to look at the context in which this story’s placed in Luke’s gospel. It follows on immediately from the parable of the Good Samaritan, which ends with Jesus’ words, ‘Go and do likewise,’ not, ‘Go and pray about it.’ The significance of Jesus’ parable is manifold. At one level, at least, it’s about compassion in action. The Samaritan traveller tends to the needs of a man robbed and beaten up on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. The wounded man’s ignored by a priest and a Levite on their way to the temple to perform their duties. It’s the hated foreigner, the one who believes and worships differently from the Jewish characters in the story, who actually conforms far more to what their law requires than they do themselves. They fail to show compassion, to act with kindness and mercy. It’s the outsider, the one they can’t fit into their worldview, who acts with an open, generous heart. And Jesus says, ‘Go and do likewise.’
Now an interpretation of the story of Martha and Mary which sought to underplay the so-called active in favour of the so-called contemplative would actually be a direct contradiction of the whole significance of the parable of the Good Samaritan. Rather it’s the case that the story of Martha and Mary has to be read in the light of the Good Samaritan. Jesus is actually showing what an open and generous hospitality of heart looks like in a completely different context. The message, though, is the same.
The open and generous heart is to be seen in Jesus’ attitude towards Mary. Women were considered to be second class citizens at best. Deemed to be inferior to men, they were treated as no more than men’s possessions and they had no independent rights in law. And to be a learner, a student, a disciple, well, that was for men. Yet the very posture of Mary sitting at Jesus’ feet denoted that Jesus was treating her in a way that was reserved for men. Jesus transcended convention and related to her with an open, generous, inclusive heart of love, acceptance and respect. She was no second class citizen. As far as he was concerned, she enjoyed the same dignity as a man.
Perhaps it’s this that was the cause of Martha’s distraction, a distraction that had nothing to do with the requirement to do the chores. Was she wrestling with the conditioning she shared with all other women of the time, such that she couldn’t quite see or cope with the way Mary was being treated? Was there a kind of resistance in her in the way that those released from prison, for example, so often pine for the secure and predicable life they lived in prison, despite the fact that they spent all their time in prison longing for freedom? If this were so, it’s no wonder that Jesus told her that Mary had chosen the better part, which could not be taken from her, for Jesus wanted Martha to see that it was her part as well. She was being invited to accept a higher God-given dignity hitherto denied her by the religious and cultural traditions, mores and assumptions of her day. Interesting, isn’t it, that it’s taken the Church of England 2000 years to hear and get the same message?
This open, generous and inclusive hospitality of heart is seen in Jesus’ attitude towards Mary – and Martha, too, of course – in Mary’s attitude towards Jesus, and in the Samaritan’s attitude towards his hated enemy, the Jew. So what about us, you and me? Can we find that same open, generous and inclusive hospitality of heart in ourselves – as individuals, as a church, as a nation? Can we be open and generous to what’s new and different? Can we be open and generous to those who’re different from us? Are we prepared to treat all people with love and respect, acknowledging the God-given dignity of all? Are we willing to be open-minded enough to ways of seeing the world that might unsettle us? Or is our instinct to close in on ourselves, to settle for what’s safe and manageable? For it’s the latter attitude which constitutes our distractedness, just as it did Martha’s. In the end, the story of Martha and Mary, and the parable of the Good Samaritan which precedes it, each push us to see the presence of God, however God’s recognised or named, in every person and aspect of our lives. Ultimately, the contemplative attitude, nurtured by contemplative prayer and meditation, is about seeing things with an open, generous, inclusive and expansive vision. When that happens, we begin to see something of which we heard in the first reading: the fullness of God in Christ. But we shall not only see it; we shall embody and be it, too.
We are ‘Corpus Christi’ – The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
The Reverend Canon Michael Smith (Pastor)
Thursday 20 June 5.15pm – Corpus Christi
1 Corinthians 11.23-26 & John 6.51-58
It was 1984 in St Michael and All Angels Church, Beaconsfield in Buckinghamshire, the church where Dom Gregory Dix, a monk and academic wrote a seminal work on Christian worship called ‘The Shape of the Liturgy’. I was 26 years old and presiding at Communion for the first time. There was a good congregation, my mum and dad and other family members were sitting on the front row and close friends were in the congregation or helping out at the service in some way. My training incumbent graciously took a minor role. The guest preacher was my college principle, David Hope. I was very nervous – this was a big deal. This was my First Mass. I had been ordained in Christchurch, Oxford’s Cathedral, the day before. I was wearing vestments I had seen thousands of times but never worn myself, saying words I had heard thousands of times but never said myself, doing actions I had watched thousands of times, but never done myself …. I had practised, but had I practised enough?
All went well fortunately …. until we got to the prayer of consecration …. I said the prayers over the bread and then I lifted the chalice and prepared to speak the prayer over the wine. Suddenly, as I looked into the ruby red liquid, my breath was taken away and I stopped – staring up at me from the surface of the wine was a nervous, inexperienced young man who had been a priest for just over 24 hours ……. what was I doing here?
I have reflected on that moment a great deal in the years that have followed. As a young priest I knew that it was wrong to talk about ‘my ministry’ that I should only talk about sharing in God’s ministry but, to be honest, I was arrogant enough to think, a lot of the time, it was all about me and being surrounded and supported by encouraging parishioners didn’t help! My reflection in the chalice seemed to reinforce this way of thinking. After a number of years as a parish priest I now know for sure that it’s all God’s ministry and my job as a priest, most of the time, is simply to get out of the way, so God can work, God can create, God can love.
We think of our bodies as one thing – this skeleton covered in this flesh identified by this face. We talk of the body of Christ as many things – using images from the Minster – the body of Christ is the tiny, naked, vulnerable baby lying in a box on the floor of a dirty smelly stable in the picture of the nativity in the Lady Chapel. The body of Christ is the tortured figure on the huge crucifix hanging in the south transept. The body of Christ is the feet we see on the boss in the centre of the nave aisle roof as the body of Christ ascends into heaven. The body of Christ is pieces of bread we are given when we come to communion. And, of course, to return to the reflection in the chalice, the body of Christ is you and me. It is not just the presiding priest whose reflection is seen in the chalice – because our chalices are silver and we have excellent vergers, if you look really hard when the priest lifts the chalice, you could see your own face reflected in the silver. As we share in the body of Christ we become, or should become, the body of Christ in the world today.
Usually, on the Feast of Corpus Christi, we reflect on Jesus, present in the sacrament of bread and wine. I think we tend to overcomplicate our thinking about this – in the end I think this is actually all very simple and down to earth. The sharing of bread and wine is often made incredibly beautiful and ornate – this evening the sacred ministers are wearing fantastic vestments, there is beautiful liturgy, careful choreography, fantastic music and incense – all of this helps us to worship, to be moved and inspired by sharing what we share – but in the end, all we are doing is sharing food with people we love. Whether you are sitting down to a 7 course meal at the Ritz to celebrate a family birthday or eating beans on toast on your lap watching Eastenders with your spouse, partner or children, you are just sharing food with the people you love. That is what we are doing here.
Ted, a friend in my previous parish, was a good carpenter. He is a very gregarious, energetic elderly gentleman, a widower with four grown up children. He made his daughter a refectory table for her kitchen and, when he had finished it, he asked for it to be blessed. He always came to our early morning communion on a Thursday, so one Thursday after church the little congregation who always came on Thursdays all went to his house – we had breakfast on the new table, dropped crumbs and marmalade on it and then blessed it. Ted knew that the kitchen table is where, for many, life and love are shared. It’s where arguments take place, memories are shared and jokes are told – it is where people who love each other share food together. He wanted his daughter’s kitchen table to be a holy table, like a church altar is a holy table, because that is where love is shared and it is in that simple, every day sharing that Jesus is present.
God is love – where else would God incarnate be but in the very place where people who love each other (even when they sometimes don’t always like each other) gather to share food and to share life?
We are Corpus Christi – the body of Christ – not just when we are being really holy gathered around a magnificent church altar with a fair linen cloth on it and candles and music and incense, when we can see our reflections in the beautiful silver chalice. All of this should remind us that we are also Corpus Christi – the body of Christ – when we gather around a messy kitchen table covered in crumbs, spilt tea and blobs of marmalade – we are the body of Christ wherever we go, whatever we do.
Pentecost: Unity, Diversity and Love. – Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Sunday 9 June 2019 Pentecost – Sung Eucharist
Acts 2:1-21 Romans 8:14-17 John 14:8-17, 25-27
It’s not my usual style to begin with a text, so consider today to be the exception that proves the rule. Two texts, in fact, both from the first reading: ‘When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place,’ and then a little further on, ‘Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them.’ Togetherness and distinctiveness, unity and diversity, sameness and difference. That’s what I want to speak about today, and about how it’s in the nature of love to make the seemingly impossible a reality.
Just under a month ago, the Archbishop of Canterbury visited Pope Francis in Rome. He said the ‘most amazing thing happened’ when he ‘very cheekily’ asked the Pope if he might record a video message for Thy Kingdom Come, a novena of prayer held across the world among Christians of a variety of traditions between Ascension Day and the Feast of Pentecost, which we celebrate today. The Pope agreed and this is part of what he said:
‘Come Holy Spirit. This is the cry of all Christians on this day of Pentecost. Come Holy Spirit – the promise of the Father; the promise of Jesus, that the Holy Spirit might enlarge and widen our hearts. We all have a problem, and that is that our hearts tend to shrink, become smaller and close. We can’t solve this problem by ourselves. Only the Holy Spirit can solve it.’
The Acts of the Apostles presents us, as we heard, with an arresting picture of what happened on the day of Pentecost. The coming of the Spirit’s described as a ‘sound like the rush of a violent wind.’ The most sensible response to the prospect of a hurricane isn’t simply to batten down the hatches but to get right out of the way! A hurricane sweeps away everything in its path, it churns everything up and destroys. And this is what the Spirit’s like! No wonder we shrink, become smaller and close in on ourselves.
And yet the Spirit’s also life, the very breath of life which God breathes into us to make us living beings, beings animated not just by physical breath but by the very life of God. So our relationship with the Spirit’s ambiguous to say the least. We know that without the Spirit there’s no life, and yet being open to the Spirit leads ultimately to our being consumed, purged, combusted by the fire of the Spirit. Deep down, though, we know that what burns us up is none other than divine love itself. Our first two hymns today captured exactly this: ‘Come down, O Love divine…let it freely burn, till earthly passions turn to dust and ashes in its heat consuming.’ ‘O Thou who camest from above the pure celestial fire to impart, kindle a flame of sacred love on the mean altar of my heart. There let it for thy glory burn with inextinguishable blaze, and trembling to its source return in humble prayer and fervent praise.’ For that to become a reality requires us to die: to die to self, to self-centredness, to the sense that the world revolves around you or me above all else.
And this takes us to the heart of the matter. We experience our resistance to being transformed not primarily in relation to God in the first instance, but in relation to other people. It’s other people who threaten our autonomy, our belief that life should always be as I want it to be. It’s this that makes us close in on ourselves, narrow our perspective and seek to throw our weight around. And when this happens, we seek to bolster ourselves up, to defend ourselves, by associating invariably with like-minded people, with those who’re the same. Otherness, difference, is often threatening, in whatever guise it appears: a different sexual orientation, a different religion, a different culture, a different political view, a different vision of life. It’s this very threat that makes us aware that we have two options: close down, shrink and become as small as my own narrow perspective, or open up and expand to embrace that which is different and other. You see, the Pope’s spot on. The core spiritual issue presents itself as one of the human heart, and yet we can’t solve this on our own. Only the Spirit, the one who comes to us from beyond, can solve it. But the Spirit’s the very source of life and love. When we open our hearts, we ultimately open up to love, divine love, which consumes us, yes, but which also manifests itself, if we let it, in every human being, in those who’re different from us. Then we can receive and relate to others as gift, as a gift from God.
On the day of Pentecost, the apostles were gathered together in one place. Here’s an image of unity. And yet, when the Spirit came, it came as divided tongues of fire: an image of difference. The apostles all received the same Spirit but it was this same Spirit that enabled them to speak other languages. What a picture of diversity-in-unity! Theologically speaking, Christ’s the one in whom unity’s found, it’s in him that everything holds together, but it’s the Spirit who differentiates, who enables difference, who makes it possible for you to be wholly you and me to be wholly me, and not clones of anyone, not even of Jesus.
And this is in the nature of love itself. Love isn’t threatened by difference and otherness. As Teilhard de Chardin, the great French philosopher, scientist, theologian and Jesuit priest observed, ‘Love differentiates.’ It’s fear that seeks to control and make everything the same. That’s what we see in totalitarian regimes and it squeezes the very life out of everyone. At the end of today’s gospel reading we heard Jesus saying, ‘My peace I give to you… Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.’ Love, as is stated in the First Letter of John, casts out fear and it’s love that makes it possible for the other to be other without breaking the bond of love. It’s our vocation, the vocation of the whole creation, to be this love, but to be so, we have to be transformed by the fire of love, broken out of our narrow self-centredness, and enlarged.
Jesus is the very embodiment of love, and he reveals that love to be a communion of love, in which difference is held in unity. The relationship between Jesus and the one he calls Abba is so close that he says to Philip, ‘Whoever has seen me has seen the Father,’ and ‘I am in the Father and the Father is in me,’ and yet they’re not identical. They’re one but different. Furthermore, the Spirit, who’s the fruit of the love between the Father and the Son, also abides in us. We’re drawn into this communion of love, to be part of it, to share in it to the full. So, although we focus on the Holy Spirit today, everything about today’s thoroughly Trinitarian. Divine love is shown to be a communion of love, in which distinct relationships are held in perfect unity. Each of the persons of the Trinity is utterly transparent to the others, nothing’s held back, nothing’s shrunk or closed in, but a total expansiveness and openness to the other. And the Spirit, the one who’s like a violent wind and who transforms us as the fire of love, dwells in us, enabling us to be wholly ourselves, different, and at the same time completely at one with God and everyone and everything else.
If our hearts are to be expanded and widened, as Pope Francis suggests, they have to be broken open to be capable of embracing everything, divine love most of all. It’s a ridiculous vision, isn’t it? It’s impossible. But we start small, in our day to day relationships with one another. There can be pain and turmoil sometimes, but often moments of delight and joy, too. We can’t do it on our own, though. We simply have to be open to the one who makes the seemingly impossible possible. Which is why today of all days we pray, ‘Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your people, and kindle in us the fire of your love.’
The Triumph of the Ascension – Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Ascension Day, 30 May 2019 – Solemn Eucharist
Acts 1:1-11 Luke 24:44-53
If your family’s at all like mine, you’ll have a favourite, go-to, feel-good film that you watch at significant times when the family gathers together – like Christmas, for example. I’m fairly confident that this notion of a family film is a universal phenomenon because I checked out with my colleagues whether there was such a film in their families and they didn’t need a moment to think about it. So I’ll leave you to work out what these films tell you about my colleagues and their families. The Dean: Love Actually. Canon Peter, who’s not here because he’s on holiday: What we did on our holiday. Canon Michael: Elf. Catriona, who’s not here because she’s lost her voice: Singing in the Rain. Abi: Beauty and the Beast. And me? Cool Runnings.
Cool Runnings tells the highly improbable story of a Jamaican bobsled team, which enters the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, Canada. Improbable though it may sound, it’s actually based on historical events. The challenge, of course, is that bobsledding requires ice and there’s not much of that in Jamaica. So the team trains using homemade go-cart-like vehicles over entirely unsuitable terrain, so that crashes are frequent, with wheels spinning off all over the place.
Their inspiration is Irving Blitzer, a two-time American Bobsled gold medallist in the 1968 Winter Olympics, now living in seclusion on the island in disgrace, having cheated in the 1972 games. Initially he wants nothing to do with these deluded idiots but, to cut a very long story short, he does reluctantly agree to coach them.
When they eventually arrive in Calgary, they’re the laughing stock of everyone. Their clothing is inadequate, they’re constantly bickering and arguing, they got next to no experience and they haven’t even got a bobsled to enter the competition with. Against all the odds, they manage to surmount all these obstacles. Despite the prejudice of the judges, they do manage to qualify in the heats and it even begins to look as if they could be in the running for a medal.
All continues to go well but in the crucial race a nut holding the steering mechanism in place comes loose. Careering down the course at a colossal speed, the bobsled loses control and crashes. There’s no movement whatsoever from any of the team, and then we hear Derice say, ‘Shanka, ya dead?’ The reply comes back, ‘Yeah, man!’ Miraculously, none of them is seriously injured and, as they climb out of the bobsled, they see the finishing line not too far away. They hoist the bobsled on to their shoulders and with their heads held high they walk across the line, determined to complete the course. The crowd goes wild as they cheer them on towards the finish. The German team, who’ve ridiculed them all along, congratulate them, say they’ve earned the right to compete, and tell them they’re looking forward to seeing them again in four years’ time.
Now those of you who know me well know that I’m a bit of a softy really. It doesn’t take much to make me cry, but when that bobsled’s lifted high up on the team’s shoulders I feel a torrent of tears welling up and ready to gush through my eyes. I find it intensely moving. It’s more, I think, than just the British love of the underdog. There’s something universal in human experience which longs to see things coming right in the end against all the odds, along with the sheer joy when they do.
I hope the resonance between this and the great Feast of the Ascension won’t actually need too much spelling out. In essence, what we celebrate today is the fact that the most improbable and unlikely of stories ends in triumph. The fact that the story ever reaches its completion is something in itself. From the humble beginnings of a fragile birth in a hostile environment, Jesus – as Luke portrays him – becomes a great teacher, prophet and healer, bringing hope to those who feel abandoned, proclaiming the good news of God’s love and presence. Some adore him, others perceive him to be deeply threatening. Despite his popularity with many, he’s too uncomfortable for the establishment and they plot to do away with him. Crucifixion’s probably about the worst kind of suffering and death anyone could undergo, yet this is his end. He dies in disgrace and humiliation, ridiculed by the political and religious authorities, deserted by those closest to him, with the exception of a handful of faithful women. All the promise he brought turns to nothing; it was all a pipe dream.
Then on the first Easter morning something mysterious occurs. The one who was dead and buried is said to be alive again. He appears to some and life begins to emerge in a new way among those who are forlorn and dejected. They’re told to wait for the coming of the Spirit, which will release new energy and vigour in them, enabling them to live the same pattern they saw in Jesus himself.
In the light of all this, the ascension can seem a bit like an also-ran. What, we might ask, does it add, what more does it say? Well, quite a lot. Not only is it God’s affirmation that what looks like failure on one level is actually success. Not only does it assure us that this life, the life of Jesus, is the one which illuminates the meaning and purpose of our lives. More than that, it affirms that the whole of our experience, with all its twists and turns, its triumphs and tragedies, its successes and failures, the very interplay and dynamic of these things, is the way in which we’re drawn into union with God. At the ascension, Jesus takes the whole of our human experience into the life of God. The Christ who ascends is the one who still bears the marks of the nails and spear, the wounds of the crucifixion in his risen body, and takes this into the mystery of God’s life and love. Because Jesus is divine, God experiences in him all that we experience, knows it from the inside and makes it God’s own. Because Jesus is human, he takes the totality of human experience and us with him into the fullness of God’s own life. Our lives are forever hidden with Christ in God, from whom there’s no separation.
The Feast of the Ascension, with all its wonderful symbolism that no longer quite fits our view of the world, can often seem little more than a relic of a bygone age. In truth, it celebrates something so profound and mind-blowing that it’s only really symbols that can evoke and articulate it. And the truth is this: that there’s nothing in life that can finally act as a barrier to the fulfilment of our longing for union with God. The tragedies, failures, disappointments and setbacks are often the very things that can draw us in more closely. In Christ the whole of our experience has been taken into God and, in so doing, turns it into triumph. Because of the ascension, we are already where Christ is, in the very heart of God. Now that’s a cause for tears, not of sadness, but of exuberant joy.
Compassion and the Possibilities of New Life – Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Canon Dr Christopher Collingwood (Chancellor)
Sunday May 2019 – Matins
1 Kings 17:11-23 Luke 7:11-23
Our granddaughter isn’t quite a year old yet, and although she’s clearly hugely interested in and curious about the world, she’s not yet speaking. That’s not to say she doesn’t make a noise, though! Not only does any object capable of being inserted into her mouth generally find its way in, all sorts of wonderful sounds come out, too. It’s only fairly recently that she’s begun to imitate sounds and she obviously delights in what she’s able to reproduce. Exploring sound is the beginning of language for her and opens up a whole world of communication.
As far as words are concerned, young children aren’t troubled by not yet understanding what they actually mean before they start using them. Very often it’s the sheer sound which is the reason for trying them out and, on the whole, the more colourful, odd and slightly rude the sound the better.
As a boy I used to listen to a radio comedy series called Round the Horne, the writer of which, Kenneth Horne, was once described in the Times newspaper as ‘the master of the scandalous double-meaning delivered with shining innocence.’ Some of this was communicated by the sheer sounds of words. Among the memorable characters in the show was one who rejoiced in the glorious name of J. Peasmold Gruntfuttock. Now you probably don’t actually need me to explain that Gruntfuttock was something of a dirty old man! It’s as if the very sound of the word conveys that without our needing to know it. What you probably don’t know, though, is that gruntfuttock is now a recognised word in the English language. Again, if I were to illustrate its use by saying that you might exclaim to someone, ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, stop gruntfuttocking around!’, you probably don’t need much further explanation. So, you might like to consider when you could introduce gruntfuttock into a conversation!
There’s a word in today’s second lesson from Luke’s Gospel which, I can’t in all honesty claim is quite up there with gruntfuttock, but it comes close. It’s not apparent in the English but it is in the original Greek. The word is splanchnizomai and it means to have compassion. When Jesus saw the widow accompanying the bier carrying the lifeless body of her only son, he had compassion: splanchnizomai. There’s something rather earthy, raw, guttural and visceral about the very sound of the word. In the Greek, to have compassion has the sense of feeling it in your guts and the sound of the word splanchnizomai almost conveys a sense of your guts spilling out. It’s an extraordinarily vivid image. Imagine being so moved with compassion that you feel as if your guts are being spilled out.
Compassion is absolutely central to Luke’s Gospel. Two of the best-known and most-loved of Jesus’ stories – The Good Samaritan and The Prodigal Son – illustrate compassion and both are to be found in Luke alone. In the first, the Samaritan was ‘moved with compassion’ to attend to the practical needs of someone beaten up by robbers and left for dead. In the second, it’s the grieving father who was ‘filled with compassion’ when he saw his wayward son coming home after a long absence. In this case, it was compassion that moved the father to run towards his son with open arms and welcome him home.
Now you might think that to preach about compassion on the basis of today’s reading from Luke amounts to nothing more than a rather cowardly way of avoiding saying something about the widow’s son being brought back to life. In this Easter season, shouldn’t I be preaching resurrection? Well, yes, but the point Luke seems to be making is that compassion is all about making new life possible. Let’s face it, at one level this story’s about the resuscitation of a corpse. As is the case after the raising of Lazarus in John’s Gospel, both the son here and Lazarus there weren’t spared death indefinitely. Both presumably died again at a later stage. So resurrection life isn’t about being immune to death. Luke’s purpose is rather to illustrate what real life is about and, in the person of Jesus, it’s supremely compassion which is an agent of resurrection life. And for Luke, the transformation that compassion brings about is a radical inclusion in God’s love and purpose.
More than in any of the other gospels, Luke’s concerned about those who’re excluded. In the case of the Good Samaritan, it was the foreigner hated by the Jews who was shown to do the right thing on the basis of compassion by attending to the needs of the wounded man – presumably a Jew. In the Prodigal Son, the Father – a symbol of God – embraces and rehabilitates the one who’s wronged him by showing that not even sin excludes us from God’s love and compassion. In the story of the widow of Nain, Jesus reaches out to one, who by virtue of being a widow, had no economic or legal rights or privileges – she was dependent on her only son to meet her material needs – and now he was dead and she was destitute. So here we see Jesus spilling his guts out to show that compassion is who God is and what God does to enable everyone to thrive and flourish, to enable all to be included in the fullness of divine and human life and love.
You might well ask, though: where’s the evidence of this holistic and life-giving compassion in our own experience? Well, if you’ve recently been gripped by the BBC drama series, Line of Duty, you might have been prompted by that to watch a two-part documentary series in the last couple of weeks, presented by one of the stars of Line of Duty, Vicky McClure, called Our Dementia Story. Moved with compassion by the experience of seeing her Nona – her grandmother – live with Dementia, she was determined to explore whether music might have a life-giving and life-changing impact on those living with Dementia. A group of 20 or so people were recruited to form a choir, which would prepare to give a public concert in Nottingham to some 2,500 people. On top of this, neuroscientists were involved in monitoring the changes taking place in the brain as they sang. The results were extraordinary. Many who’d just about lost the capacity to speak found that they could actually sing well, that music facilitated the recovery of memory, and that the emotional impact for the participants and their families of experiencing lost bits of themselves being restored to life was transformational. This documentary was a contemporary presentation of all that Luke’s trying to say in today’s second lesson. Vicky McClure was moved by compassion to do something for those who’re marginalised, ignored and excluded in our society because they live with Dementia. In so doing she enabled such people to experience new possibilities in life where hope had in some cases been evaporated.
There are different types of Dementia and there was at least one person in the programme with Frontotemporal Dementia, which affects behaviour sometimes as well as language. Chris had a great sense of humour and was often rather uninhibited in his behaviour. I’m not sure how he’d have reacted to Splanchnizomai but I’ve not the slightest doubt he’d have enjoyed gruntfuttock – and no explanations would have been needed either!