Did you hear the one about the supermarket that tried to put a tick on some hot cross buns?
Just before Easter this year, word got out that Iceland were going to do just that.
It could almost have been designed to cause outrage. People piled on to complain, all of them convinced it was another sign we were abandoning our Christian roots. It was bad enough when the National Trust did whatever they did with the Easter eggs, but this was a step too far.
The thing is, though, that it was designed to cause outrage. A survey suggested a few people would prefer “hot tick buns”, so Iceland made a small number, and aggressively marketed them so lots of other people would complain. Not just complain, either: customers bought 134% more of Iceland's traditional buns in the runup to this Easter. The bun people knew what they were doing.
Somewhere there has long been something a bit like a tick, of course, is on your Nike clothing. They might say it's a swoosh, but it looks like a tick to me. Whatever you call it, for over 50 years now the symbol has been appearing on their products, ever since it was originally designed to resemble the wings of the original Nike, the Greek goddess of victory.
These thoughts all started to come together for me the other week as I sat and listened to Lyn preach about "overcoming". I started to search through the bible, and realised that many of the times some translations use words like "victory" or "overcome", the original Greek word is the same one that Nike gets her name from.
One of the most famous examples of this is in Paul's amazing victory cry at the end of 1 Corinthians:
Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?’ The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Of course this is most of all about life rather than death, because the resurrection of Jesus is the ultimate victory, but Easter only makes sense when we look across the whole weekend, and see the Sunday as the glorious completion of the victory that began on Good Friday, as Jesus bore the sting of death for all of us. In the end, the whole of Easter is a glorious victory.
And if that's true, then once again it looks like the bun people knew what they were doing after all.
Following on from my message a couple of months back, when I talked about Easter coming at just the right time, I am reminded that not everything seems to happen at quite the right time. Writing in the middle of April, I am wondering if it is a bit early for the baby blackbirds, three of which have appeared in our garden in the last few days, soon followed by two tiny dunnocks. They are giving us a lot of pleasure, but perhaps not their hassled parents, responding to the constant calls of “Feed me! Feed me!”
As I read over the Easter story again in recent weeks I enjoyed the story of Peter’s recommissioning by Jesus. There’s lots of amazing parts to it, but what struck me this time was the way that Jesus tells Peter to feed his followers. He uses a different animal image from my birds – he calls them sheep and lambs – but I was reminded of the way sheep and lambs also get very excited at the sight of food: it’s as if they are bleating “Feed me! Feed me!”
It got me wondering how hungry I am, or perhaps rather what I am hungry for. It’s not just food: it’s other things as well. Some of them we all need, and they are good for us in moderation, but we can go looking for them in the wrong places. Other things are more obviously harmful.
I’m intrigued, and honestly a bit alarmed, that the stuff that appears on my social media is called a “feed”. It makes it sound like something that ends up sustaining us , and which we need to go back to again and again. This year I’ve read an equally alarming book about Ultra-processed foods, and the sort of physical food that we are filling ourselves with. Is that what Jesus meant?
Well, whether we’re talking about Twitter or turkey twizzlers, the answer is no. That’s not what he meant. And while Jesus certainly wanted Peter to look after his followers when he went back to the Father, he probably didn’t really mean physical food of any kind. Jesus knew that our hearts and minds and souls needed feeding even more than our bodies, and that’s what he really wanted Peter to do.
And he did.
In the months and years that followed, Peter consistently told people about the good news of salvation through Jesus. Together with some equally faithful friends, he gathered the constantly growing church into smaller groups that could feed on the Scriptures and the apostles’ teaching, could break bread to remember Jesus, could pray and pray and pray. Peter fed the sheep.
God’s call on the church hasn’t changed: he still asks us to feed people, recognising that we all need to be fed, and that we will all fill ourselves with something. There’s a lot out there that is artificial and Ultra-processed and all kinds of bad for us, and I’m aware I eat plenty of it too. But Jesus wants to meet our urgent calls for food with the stuff that we really need, and that will help us grow and thrive like the birds in my garden. Jesus wants us all to be well-fed.
Our wonderful deliverers are often very prompt in getting round, so it is quite likely that you are reading this not long after Easter, hopefully with that weekend still very much in mind.
Back in March we were talking about the Easter story in our school assembly, and I was very encouraged to hear that even in this age of endless streaming services and online games and everything else our young people enjoy, there is still room for the Mr Men and Little Misses. For some reason I got thinking about what the Easter story would sound like if I filled it with names of Mr Men and Little Misses. The first time I miscounted, but in the end I got 27 in there, I think. How many can you find?
The night Jesus died, he had dinner with his friends. The greedy ones were probably very happy. Jesus’s friends were in a bit of a muddle. He seemed to be saying that he was going to die, and not be with them any more, which sounded like nonsense. Of course that wasn’t going to happen.
But as Jesus spoke more about it, everything got more and more quiet. People tried to be brave, and strong, and they said they would not be forgetful about who Jesus was, and what he had done for them, but even Jesus’s best friend was quite quick to say he didn’t know who he was.
The next day, God’s perfect son Jesus died on the cross. He did it to sort out everything that had gone wrong. All the things in life that are messy, all the mischief we get into, all the things that are naughty or mean, all the times we are stubborn and try to do our own thing. Everything that makes us worry about what God might think about us.
Two days later, in the garden where they had buried Jesus, there was sunshine. Some of Jesus’s helpful friends went to the place where they had buried him, to make sure everything was neat and tidy. But something funny had happened: the stone had rolled away and Jesus’s body wasn’t there. Were they too late? Was it some sort of magic trick?
But then the impossible happened. They saw an angel, who told them that Jesus was alive! They were so cheerful.
“Hurry” they said. “Let’s rush and tell the others.”
Did you find them all? There are lots of places online you can find a list of all the Mr Men and Little Misses if you would like to check your answers. But maybe a more important question than these is the one which I asked the children at the end. When you hear the Easter story, which Mr Man or Little Miss are you? Are you Nonsense or Wrong – it just doesn’t make sense to you? Or do you go Quiet or start to Worry as you think about what it all means? Or maybe you are just Happy or Cheerful because you realise what Jesus has done for you? I’d love to hear from you about how you respond to the Easter story.
It can’t just be the vicars who have noticed that Easter is coming early this year. A quick online search shows that between 2015 and 2030, Easter Sunday is only falling in March on three occasions. So the diary definitely agrees: early it is.
But is Easter really that early?
The Bible has two ways of looking at it. First of all, it would seem the opposite is true. There are centuries of longing through the Old Testament that the Messiah will come. Over and over comes the haunting question, “How long?” Here’s one of them: “We are given no signs from God; no prophets are left, and none of us knows how long this will be.”
Perhaps you have known times of great longing, or are in one now. You might long for something, or someone. No sign of it happening, no-one seems any the wiser, you don’t know how long it might be. But I wonder if you are aware of longing for God, and for Easter?
Lots of those people in the Old Testament didn’t have a very clear idea that their longing would end up at Easter, but we get some hints. Isaiah writes about the Lamb who was slain, bearing the sin of many, and about the idea of death being swallowed up forever. The two great promises of Easter, Jesus’s death and resurrection, were glimpsed even then. One day, longing would be fulfilled.
Of course, there’s another way of looking at it. Looking back at Easter, instead of forward, Paul has a different perspective: “at just the right time, while we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.” So we have the same idea, in some ways – longing feels like powerlessness, doesn’t it? – but at the same time something different and extraordinary. The time has come. The object of the deepest of human longing has arrived, and arrived for the powerless, and the ungodly. Jesus does not look for our strength, or our goodness: only our longing.
Except not only our longing. When you look at the times in the bible that someone asks, “How long”, you notice something unexpected. Time and again, it’s God’s voice, not ours. His longing for a wandering and wayward people to come back to a Father who loves them beyond understanding. A God who has searched for us since way before we searched for him; who looks at us and asks, “How long?”
For God too, it was time. Time for his longing and the longing of all his people to meet at the first Easter, when Jesus died and rose again for all of us at just the right time.
Next year, Easter will be three weeks later. But that won’t mean we will have even more time to long for its coming than this year. It will already have come, already be done; for us, by Jesus, at just the right time.
I’ve found myself chatting to a few people recently about how it is pretty much exactly 12 years since we arrived in the villages and the Vicarage here. Inevitably when you do that you end up talking about how different things are, whether it’s the number of people we’ve seen move into the new houses in Stoke, or the way we arrived with two small children and seem to have ended up with three quite large ones, or (if you ask those same children) the increasingly hilarious state of my hairline.
What it all means is that it is a very long time since I have gone through the process of getting used to a new job, unlike John the Baptist, who we spent some time thinking about at our All Invited congregation in January.
In some ways John’s job was brand new: it says that he appeared in the wilderness, telling people about Jesus. There wasn’t any fanfare or announcement: he wasn’t there one day, and he was the next. But in other ways it wasn’t. John and Jesus were related through their mothers, and there is a lot of excitement in the Christmas story about Elizabeth’s pregnancy. He was born just before his relative, so there is a sense even from pregnancy and birth of him going ahead of Jesus.
John’s job is to carry a message. In this world of instant communication, and constant updates about every little detail of our lives, the idea that someone has to bring a message and that people have to hear it personally sounds very old-fashioned. But that’s how John brought his message. It was in person, and it was about a person. It wasn’t another update about the clever things John had been doing, but pointed away from him to someone else: to Jesus, who was coming after him.
The message comes with the same excitement as everything surrounding John and Jesus’s birth. This is the beginning of the good news of Jesus! God is coming to you: get ready for him!
You might not be getting ready for a new house, or a new job, or a new baby, but as you look ahead into the rest of the year, you might be conscious of getting ready for something. But what if that something is something you didn’t expect? You might not feel like John, with your destiny planned for you even from before you were born, but perhaps God wants to do something unexpected with you this year. Perhaps this is the year he is asking you to be ready for him, and the new things he might have in store for you.
In the run-up to Christmas, we were looking at the Christmas story through the eyes of Mary. We followed her through the shock of her pregnancy announcement, right up to the birth of Jesus, and we watched her interaction with her husband Joseph and her cousin Elizabeth, herself unexpectedly pregnant with a baby who would become John the Baptist.
By the time you read this at the beginning of January, we will be up to the point in the story where the wise men come and visit Jesus. Lots of people think that this wasn’t a matter of 12 days, but that it took many months for them to follow the star and find their way to Jesus, who was a toddler living with Mary and Joseph in a family home by now.
How did Mary feel by this point, I wonder? She was looking ahead into an uncertain future, and wondering what the next months and years would hold. She couldn’t have known at this point that almost as soon as the wise men were gone, she and Joseph would have to flee with Jesus to Egypt until the danger of Herod subsided. Perhaps she always intended that she would return to Nazareth, her hometown, and would have known very little about the path that her son’s life was going to take her on, to the foot of his cross on Good Friday. Maybe she and Joseph just felt like lots of new parents; yes, a bit tired and stressed, but full of a sense of the promise of new life.
It might be that you find yourself in one of these situations as a New Year starts. All promise, and the hope of new life. It might not be a baby, but perhaps it’s a new job, a new home, or a sense that things will be better in 2024. Maybe the future feels uncertain, with work or family circumstances suggesting there will need to be change, or things might get harder before they get better. Or the New Year might take you in a direction that you didn’t expect at all.
It's worth noticing that in the ups and downs of Mary and Joseph’s story, Jesus is always present. That seems obvious to us now, because he was their son, but it wasn’t a given; when the angel appears to Mary it feels that she has to agree to be part of the plan: “May it be to me according to your Word,” she says. It’s the same for Joseph: they have to agree to welcome Jesus into their lives in order for him to be with them.
The presence of Jesus with us is the greatest gift we can ever receive in this life, especially as we manage all of its ups and downs, but it isn’t forced on us: it’s something that we too have to say yes to. One of my favourite lines from the carols, which I would happily sing at every service before Christmas, says just that: “No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive him, still the dear Christ enters in.” Perhaps as a New Year begins, Jesus is calling you to receive him, so that his presence will be with you whatever this year and this life will hold, and so that he will lead you into eternity with him.
What’s your Christmas day routine? By the time we have done the service at Stoke, then got to either set of grandparents, opened a few presents and sat down to eat, it’s normally well into the afternoon. It means that for us the King or Queen’s Christmas Broadcast is something to catch up with later, rather than sit down in front of every year at 3pm without fail.
I’m sure preparations for this year’s broadcast are far ahead of me writing this message to you. Maybe it is filmed already. I am sure it will feel very different for King Charles writing it this year; last time it was very much a response to the death of the late Queen just a couple of months earlier.
If you were the king, what would you say? With a long history of promoting cooperation between faiths, I’m sure he will refer to the conflict between Israel and Hamas, and the plight of Israeli hostages and civilians in Gaza. Perhaps he’ll also mention the war in Ukraine. Last year’s message also made reference to people serving in different ways, from the armed forces, to emergency services and health and social care workers, teachers and public servants of all kinds.
If you ask Mr Google, he will tell you that the first King’s Christmas message was George V in 1932. But it wasn’t. The Bible is full of Christmas messages from the king. Many centuries before Jesus was born, the prophet Isaiah looked forward to one who would one day come and change the world forever:
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the greatness of his government and peace there will be no end.
(Isaiah 9:6-7)
That’s what the angels come speaking: peace. Peace to a broken world, where conflict seems to increase rather than diminish. Peace to every heart wondering, in spite of everything, if God is for them. Everlasting, measureless peace.
People say that a week is a long time in politics, and it feels especially like that as I write now. We’re just days after the horrific Hamas attacks on Israeli civilians: men, women and children killed in the most horrendous ways, or abducted and held hostage in Gaza. The understandable Israeli reaction has seen as many as 2700 Palestinians killed, with over a million more ordered to head south and leave their homes. As I write, there are reports of Hamas deliberately delaying evacuations; of Israeli attacks on civilian cars on roads that were supposed to be safe; of hospitals with patients on ventilators wondering when the fuel for their generators might run out.
The horror of the situation raises so many questions – most immediately about how far you can go in defending yourself, how much responsibility you have to protect civilians, but in the end you wonder how the conflict might ever end. I hope and pray that things might be better by the time you read this, but it feels like it risks getting a lot worse.
All this is happening, of course, at the same time as we are preparing for Remembrance weekend in November, as you might notice elsewhere in this month’s magazine. As we gather for that important moment in the life of our nation, we’ll be very aware of another period in some of our lifetimes when the Jewish people were the victims of appalling atrocities, and when civilians on both sides of a terrible conflict paid an awful price. It’s another reminder of how desperately we all need to live in peace.
So many people have thought harder than me and prayed better than me for such a long time for what Christians often call the Holy Land. It’s devastating, really, that in the place where Jesus, our Prince of Peace, came and dwelt amongst us, there’s been less consistent peace since the Second World War than almost anywhere else on Earth. My thinking and praying, in case it helps you, tends to come back not so much to the words of Jesus as those of Paul. In Ephesians 2 he writes of how one of the purposes of Jesus’s coming was to “make the two groups (Jews and Gentiles) one, destroying the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace…”
It seems to me that two thousand years on, these words haven’t lost any of their power. What a vision that is: these two peoples not united but divided, not two groups but one. But there’s a challenge, Paul says: that sort of hostility is only destroyed by the cross. That sort of reconciliation is only possible when we are reconciled to God, through the cross. That’s why I always pray this way for everyone in the Holy Land: that a Holy God would meet them at the cross, and that they would be reconciled to him, and to one another. If you have other ways to pray, please let me know: at the moment we need all the prayer, and all the wisdom that we can find.
Scrolling down my Facebook feed this morning, I see I am invited to buy train tickets; cook sea bass with cashew, coconut and kale salad; and go to some classical concerts in Montreal. And that’s just the first three adverts!
Sometimes, but less often than before, something I see on there really grabs me. Recently it was a little video of a preacher talking about the criminal on the cross. You might remember that two of them were crucified on either side of Jesus. One continued to mock him, but the other stopped him, saying that unlike them, who were being justly punished, Jesus had done no wrong and did not deserve it. He turned to Jesus and asked, “Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom”, and Jesus responded, “Today you will be with me in paradise.”
The preacher imagined the scene (not described in the bible) as the criminal arrived at the gates of heaven and met the angel. The angel asks him repeatedly what he is doing there, and he replies each time that he doesn’t know. Frustrated, the angel goes to get his supervisor who questions the new arrival further. What does he think of the doctrine of salvation? He’s never heard of it. Or of the bible? No idea. Finally, exasperated, the supervisor-angel asks him on what basis he is standing there trying to get into heaven at all, and the criminal replies, “The man on the middle cross told me I could come.”
The bigger point that’s being made here is that if we wonder what it is that wins us eternal life with God, some of us might hope that it is through doing good – but what is good depends so much on one person’s definition, doesn’t it? I’ve always worried what will become of me if God’s definition of good enough is someone just ever so slightly better than me. Of course, those of us who call ourselves Christians might say something different, like, “Because I have faith”, or “Because I follow Jesus.” Now of course faith matters, and so this kind of answer isn’t untrue in a way, but there is a better place to start: not with “Because I”, but “Because he”. Because Jesus. Because the man on the middle cross told me I could come.
(Three crosses photo credit: Józef Kazimierz "Meaglin" Sokołowski)
Recently I was away at a big Christian festival we go to most years with people from the church, and I heard one of the speakers, a vicar I have known for a long time, tell a story about someone who went to a vet he knew to get their Alsatian puppies immunised. They were very excited, having bought them for a discount price in a supermarket car park. The nurse had a first look at them, and felt she might need the vet to help with this one. He came in and peered in the box, and was quickly able to diagnose the problem as… being guinea pigs.
In our household we have recently got a pair of very cute guinea pigs. Apart from the fact that I find it almost impossible to imagine that anyone could mistake them for Alsatians, of all things, I have already noticed the change they have made to our lives. First of all, they have worked out that the tasty vegetables are in the fridge, so every time I even go to get the milk to make a cup of tea, they shout and scream until I fish them out a bit of cabbage or whatever. But more than that, we’ve become friends with them, and I hear the sound of various voices as we say hello to them, or tell them not to argue, or whatever it may be.
Having not had pets before, or at least not since I was a child when I wasn’t really responsible for them, I have been quite worried about them. Are they drinking enough water? Have I cleaned the cage out with the wrong chemicals? Is the run in part of the garden that contains deadly poisonous plants I’m unaware of (or even buttercups and daisies, which are both somewhere on a line from unsuitable in a large quantity to immediately deadly, depending on which website you look at).
It all reminds me a bit of the early days of parenthood, when you are given this baby and sent home with the expectation that you will know what to do with it. You are filled with this overwhelming love for this child, and don’t want any harm to come to it.
God’s love for us is better than the love of the best of parents. But God doesn’t have to learn how to take care of us, and feel his way. He knows instinctively, and perfectly, what we need. He knows what is good for us, and bad for us, which is especially important at the times when we don’t. He knows exactly who we are, is never confused or deceived, and he will never stop taking care of us. In Jesus he has given us everything we will ever need.
Regular readers (hello again, nice to see you both) will remember that last month I shared a little bit about Peter and his best friend Jesus. We’ve been reading through one of Peter’s letters in the bible for the last month or so.
This period has coincided with one of my occasional catch-ups with one of my oldest friends. Predictably, and confusingly, his name is also Peter, but in this case he has taught me a lot more than I have taught him: for Peter and Jesus, it was very much the other way round.
Pete has lived in Kenya for a long time, so we were comparing life in very different places, the way our kids have grown up in completely contrasting places, how it’s easier running in England than Kenya because he lives at 5,000 feet, all that stuff. But in our conversation we always come back to what it has been like trying to follow Jesus for the 25 years we have known each other.
Over the years we have sat and eaten and talked and prayed in lots of different places. For a year or so we met for breakfast at 7am, but we were younger then, so this time we had a pie and a pint in a pub in London.
I was telling him about how we were reading the Peter letters, and something really interesting I had noticed. Years before in their relationship, probably more than the 25 years I have known my friend Pete, but also over breakfast, Jesus had sat with his Peter and asked him to love people. He wanted Peter to say he would love them the same way as Jesus – with whatever it took – but Peter could only manage to say he would love them like a brother. Not bad, and gracious as ever, Jesus doesn’t keep pressing him on it. Maybe things will turn around, he thinks.
And they do. Because all these years later, when Peter writes his letter, he calls on the church to “love each other deeply, from the heart.” The word used for love here is like the one Jesus was trying to get Peter to use all those years ago. It’s the “give up everything” kind of love. The love of the best of parents, and partners and friends. The greater love of Jesus, who laid down his life for us.
I’m sure there are things Pete and I would say we have learned over 25 years, and other places where we seem very resistant to growing and changing. We don’t seem to have learned how to take selfies, for example. But we’d definitely both want to know better and better how to love other people deeply, from the heart, following the example of that other Peter, who finally came to understand what it meant that Jesus had given up everything for him.
In our services for most of the next few months, we are reading the letters of Peter. Peter had a best friend, whom he had been with every day for 3 years. It had started on a day like any other, when Peter and his brother Andrew were getting ready to take their fishing boat out onto the Sea of Galilee. A man walked along the shore, and said to Peter and Andrew, and to two other fishermen-brothers, “Follow me.” And for reasons that are never quite clear, but we can guess at, they all got up, left everything behind, and followed him.
At the end of those three years, Peter’s best friend died. It was the worst thing that ever happened to Peter, but amazingly, just days later, Peter saw him again. And despite Peter abandoning his friend when he needed him most, Jesus took him back, and again said to him something like, “Follow me.”
Soon his friend was gone again, but this time it was different, because Peter knew he was alive, and that somehow he would always be with him. And so Peter went around doing the things his friend had done, and telling people everything he had taught him. A lot of what Peter remembered about life with his friend probably ended up in what we now call Mark’s gospel, but Peter also wrote two letters full of things Jesus had said and done.
I imagine your best friend has done some amazing things for you. Peter knew that Jesus had chosen him. He’d given him a special place in his heart. Peter felt he and Jesus belonged to each other, that he was in a better place because they were friends. He felt that he mattered, and that he was forgiven. That’s some best friend Peter had, isn’t it?
But the story gets better than that, because Peter realised those things weren’t just true for him: Jesus had done them for you and me, as well. To you and me, Peter offers all of the benefits of friendship with Jesus. To know that Jesus has chosen us; that we have a special place in his heart; that we belong to him; that we are in a better place because of him; that we matter to him; that he forgives us.
And we can be friends with Jesus. Speaking to Peter and everyone else who followed him, Jesus said that he called them his friends. I expect it’s an enormous privilege to have a best friend like yours, who has done the things for you that they have. But reading this, perhaps you can understand why Peter felt so blessed to have a best friend like Jesus, and maybe it makes you wonder about being friends with him too.
You don’t have to be a pessimist to know there are times in life when all of us feel disappointed. Some of us struggle with it a lot, but it’s familiar to everyone. There are big, maybe crushing disappointments, and there are the little frustrations which are part of everyday life.
I am currently disappointed. On Friday all was ready, and I settled down to watch the first leg of the League One playoff final between Peterborough and Sheffield Wednesday. It was going to be a great evening. Sheffield Wednesday had only missed an automatic spot by 2 points, and had scored the most points by any team ever not to go straight up. Across the season, Peterborough were 19 points worse. God’s favourite team (could the editor check this for me?) were sure to get a good result, to be followed by a thumping second leg win at Fortress Hillsborough.
And we nearly did. We nearly scored first. Except we didn’t, and then they did. They also scored second, and third. And also fourth. Only a last-minute save from our keeper prevented a splendid 5-0 thrashing.
Like last year, we seem almost certain to lose out in the playoffs, and are consigned to another 46 games next season attempting to drag ourselves out of the division. Worse still, a very insignificant rival team, Sh*ff**ld Un*t*d, have managed to get themselves back in the Premier League at only the second attempt. Sometimes comparing our disappointment with others’ success just makes it even worse.
But there is still hope. There is just the chance – the slightest chance – we might still do it. Two weeks later you are in a better position to know than I am writing now! We could get 4 goals and more to overturn the most overwhelming of deficits. It’s not quite impossible yet.
This all has the feel of Easter about it, to me. Looking back now, we can see why Good Friday was the first part of an amazing victory story, but that day, and the Saturday after, the disciples were staring into the face of a terrible defeat. Jesus was gone, and with it the last few years of their lives, and the sense of hope and purpose for the future. The disappointment was crushing. Two of the disciples meet the risen Jesus and, not realising who he is, they pour out what they are experiencing in one of the most haunting little phrases in the gospels: “We had hoped…”
Maybe for you, life at the moment, or for a long time now, feels that it could be summed up that way. Many things much worse than football might spring to mind to finish a sentence that begins “I had hoped…” We know that in this life some of those most painful disappointments might not be overturned. But the end of the story, Easter Sunday, reminds us that with Jesus, hope is not just for now: it’s forever. So I try to look at my disappointments from the perspective of eternity, and recognise that they will pass. Maybe you could deal with them that way too.
As I write this we are in the run-up to the coronation of King Charles III on 6th May. Some of us will remember back to Queen Elizabeth II in 1953, but many of us have never seen a coronation before: some of us won’t experience one again.
Most articles I’ve read about the coronation have acknowledged some of the questions people have about it. They’ve noticed that other countries with monarchies don’t have a ceremony at all, or they’ve wondered who should be paying for it, or included statistics about how many people – and especially young people – say they won’t be watching. It might not surprise you that those aren’t arguments I’m very keen on getting into here!
Instead, following on so soon after Easter my attention was drawn to the fact that a new cross is to be carried at the head of the procession. It’s made of Welsh slate and wood, as well as silver from the Royal Mint in Llantrisant. It reminds us, of course, of Charles’s long apprenticeship as Prince of Wales.
Apparently (and again here you can make up your own mind) it also contains pieces of the True Cross, where Jesus was crucified on the first Good Friday. For me, whether or not that is where the relics come from is less significant than what the makers of this new cross are trying to represent. Having a long procession of people, some of the most powerful in our country and perhaps in the world, led by the cross of Jesus, says something important about what authority and leadership and influence look like. It says something important about what it means that Jesus goes first, and that Jesus is put first.
But what does it mean for you and me, watching (or not!) on our TV screens? Well, here we come back to the word apprenticeship, I think. Jesus’s disciples were apprentices themselves, following their master wherever he led them, and one of the things he taught them most clearly, with his words and in the end with his example, was to follow the way of the cross. It’s a way of service and sacrifice that Jesus walked in, and which led him not into palaces and parliaments and places of power, but along a dirty road to a place of execution where he gave himself up for all of us.
As an apprentice of Jesus, my experience and my expectation are that it will not be easy, and that I will often need to put service and sacrifice above my own comfort or self-interest. But I do it because I know that walking in the way of the cross is what it means to be a disciple, and it is what I am designed for, and I know that following in Jesus’s footsteps is where I want to be.
It’s a dangerous question to ask. Let me be clear and say I’m not asking because I can guarantee to supply what it is you are asking for. It’s getting near to Easter as you read this, and so I can offer you a bit of cake or a chocolate egg if you come along to our family event on the field on Good Friday, but I’m not sure how much further I can stretch than that.
There’s another reason it’s a dangerous question, though. You see, it might just be that asking what we want reveals what is most important to us. We might think it is what we – well, think – or even what we believe, but I reckon if you put your mind to it, you’d quite soon realise how important the things you want are to you. And when I say ‘want’, I don’t mean the things we might feel like in the moment but not tomorrow – I mean some of our deeper longings. Often they are connected with what we really need, whether we realise it or not. It’s the place where the two meanings of want - desire and lack - overlap.
As I’ve been preparing for Easter this year, I’ve spent some time asking myself what I most want, inspired by a phrase of St Paul’s that begins “I want to know Christ.” He doesn’t just want it for himself, though: he prays for the churches he has planted that they would know Jesus better. It’s what I’ve often thought of when I’ve prayed for the churches here, or for individual people who’ve asked me to pray for them: that they would know Jesus better.
Perhaps reading this, you feel it’s not a question of knowing Jesus better, but of knowing him at all. What does it mean to know him?
Well, this is where Easter comes in. You see, that phrase of Paul’s – “I want to know Christ” – is just the start. Knowing Jesus, Paul goes on to say, is about knowing the power of the resurrection, and about sharing in his sufferings: it’s about becoming like him in his death so we can share in the resurrection. Knowing Jesus is a matter of life and death, a matter of his resurrection to eternal life on Easter Sunday following on from the death of the crucifixion just two days before. Knowing Jesus is believing that he died for us, so that in the end we might be raised with him.
So “What do you want?” really is an Easter question. And I know what I want: I want to know Christ. What about you?
The other day one of my children said I had cooked something that looked so nice it should be on Instagram. (Please be assured that this will never happen again.) Actually I remember now, it was pancakes, so it must have been Shrove Tuesday.
I wonder when the last time was that you had some food that someone else cooked for you that was really delicious. So good that you will remember it for a long time. Maybe you have a great cook in your household, or you were visiting someone else, or out at a restaurant. I bet you can still taste it now.
Here’s a much harder question: what did you have for dinner last Wednesday? Can you remember? Just an average Wednesday. Maybe the fridge was running low, and you had to dig some leftovers out of the freezer. But it’s a tricky question, isn’t it?
Most of us don’t have the finest food every day, certainly not three meals a day, so we will have eaten thousands of things we don’t remember, at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Maybe some of them were junk food, but lots of them will just have been good solid stuff, healthy and nourishing and bit… unmemorable.
We might not expect all our food to be spectacular, but we live in a time where life, fuelled by the things people put on Instagram and everywhere else, is often made out to be that way.
When I was growing up, I remember being told quite often that the ordinary everyday food was just good for me. I think I probably say it now myself. And lately I’ve been wondering if there are things I can learn from this that can help me to follow Jesus better as well.
You see, I think the Bible invites us to expect that we will see God do amazing things if we listen to him prompting us to join in with what he is doing. That we’ll see people come to faith in Jesus, and lives and communities transformed, sometimes in a moment. That was the experience of the early disciples, both as they followed Jesus around, and when they headed out for themselves after Jesus had returned to heaven. I’ve seen enough of it to want more.
But the Bible describes real people, with real lives, and so I know there were times between miracles. Times walking with Jesus on the road; time eating not just the amazing meals which are recorded in the Bible, but the everyday ones which we have to imagine for ourselves. The moments they might have put on Instagram, and the ones they would rather forget. All of it part of a life which is glorious not because of its hashtag highpoints, but because of the constant, transforming presence of Jesus.
Recently I found myself thinking again about the Olympics, and reflecting on what an amazing gathering it is, with people coming together from all across the world with a shared purpose, a shared spirit. Like me, you’ve probably watched the opening ceremony and seen teams large and small from countries which you know well, have visited yourself, or perhaps needed to be reminded of.
As I thought some more I remembered how many different nations and peoples are mentioned in the bible. If you ask Google a question like this, rather than spending all week trawling through 66 books full of names, you’ll find that the answers vary, but there are certainly dozens of different ones, from Spain to India, and Italy to Ethiopia. Not just mentions, either; the story of the bible takes us to lots of different places.
I’ve not travelled to many different countries, unlike some of you: I know that one thing that lots of people were itching to do as lockdowns lifted globally was to get in the car, or on a train or plane again. The bible story reminds us that people have always travelled, and until recently perhaps more than ever.
That got me wondering not so much where you might have travelled to, but where you might have travelled from. I’ve had the most fascinating conversations with people in the villages who have ended up here from all over the world, and enjoyed hearing their stories, but I reckon there are lots more. If you’ve got time to chat about the place you came from, and how you moved here, I’d love you to get in touch so I can come and say hello. Maybe we can start making our own list of the different places people have come from. It might even be as long as the bible’s.
The bible’s story of the nations ends not with where people come from, but where they are heading. The book of Revelation, right at the end of the bible, paints a picture of “a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb.” It reminds us that the reason that all these nations are mentioned in the bible is because of God’s desire that, one day, they will be united in him. A gathering from across the world with a shared purpose, a shared spirit.
It's an amazing picture to look forward to, but in the meantime I’d love to gather some more stories of people who have come from different places to make their homes here. Please get in touch and I’ll pop by and say hello.
I have recently spent a lot of time listening on loop to a song called Assembly Bangers, which might very well have made it to Christmas number 1 by the time you read this. It is the top-selling song on iTunes at the moment, because everyone my age remembers singing them when they were at school. You can find it on YouTube, but please buy it as well because all the proceeds are going to Foodbank charities. It has caused some controversy, if only because you can only fit a certain number of songs into 3 minutes, so lots of people’s favourites missed out.
One which I particularly remember began “When God made the garden of Creation.” You may well be humming it now. It went on to describe how God made the world, in words which are both too numerous for the tune and enormously repetitive. It’s quite something.
With the remainder of my word limit this month, hopefully I can say a little bit more about God and Creation than that particular 90s assembly classic managed.
In some ways the Bible is a book about gardens. It begins in Eden: the garden of Creation. It was here that Adam and Eve lived in God’s presence, and he saw that it was good. It was here, too, that they turned away from God, and were sent away from that place.
At Easter it was in a garden that Jesus wrestled with God, coming to understand that in order for us to come back into the relationship that we enjoyed with God in the beginning, he would have to die in our place.
Moving forward now to the last few pages of the Bible, the book of Revelation describes a vision of Eden restored, with the tree of life which Adam and Eve reached for now bearing fruit for the healing of the nations, and the curse that was on them removed.
So these three great moments in the whole story of Creation play out in a garden. And this is one of many reasons for us to stop and think about how we relate to the world that God has given us, through Adam, to steward and care for. The song reminds us (repeatedly) the God created the world out of love, and that part of our worship is to love it as he does.
This January on Sunday morning we’ll be asking some big questions about what it means to care for God’s creation, and we’d love you to join us. Flick through the magazine to find out more.
Last week I was with some minister friends I meet up with a few times a year. We catch up and pray for each other, and end up talking about all sorts of different things. This time one of us wondered out loud whether it did anyone any good to be constantly checking the news to see what else might have gone wrong since last time we looked. As a group we’re all roughly the same age, and we remembered back to when we were children, when it was pretty tricky to find a news bulletin between breakfast and lunch, or dinner and bedtime.
There are lots of reasons why reading too much news might be a problem, but one of them is probably the news itself! It’s difficult to know which came first: did we decide we wanted to hear serious (so mostly bad) news, and so the newspapers printed that sort of thing, or did they decide the bad stuff was good for us, and so that was what they published?
The news stops being good for us when it makes us afraid. Do you look back now, like I do, and wonder how much the constant drip of statistics and reports about Covid made you even more afraid than you needed to be, horrible as the virus is and was?
Some of us in the churches have been thinking and praying about the Christmas story, and noticing the angel’s words to the shepherds “not to be afraid, because there is good news.” In an age when things have apparently got so bad that the Collins dictionary word of the year is “permacrisis”, there is good news, so you don’t have to be afraid.
The shepherds were simple people scratching out a living as best they could, but there was good news. Mary and Joseph were a young unmarried couple surrounded by rumour about her pregnancy, but there was good news. The wise men were foreigners receiving an uncertain welcome from the authorities, but there was good news. The whole nation lived under Roman occupation, which might have seemed as permanent as our crisis today, but there was good news.
I love the Emeli Sandé song Read all about it. I listen to it often, because it reminds me that as Christians we have good news to sing and to shout about, but often we are biting our tongue and the nation-changing words don’t find their way out. We should be like the angel, daring the papers to print that good news, not being afraid.
This Christmas we want to help you not to be afraid, and to believe in spite of everything that there is good news. We’re going to do that by not being afraid to sing and shout about the good news that we have. We’re going to find our voices, and give you the chance to hear again about Jesus who has come into the world to bring good news that God is with us, and he loves us. Good news, the angel said, for everyone; good news for you.
Over the years I have written a lot about remembering in November. It seems the season for it, with All Saints’ Day on 1st November reminding us of all the followers of Jesus who have gone before us, followed by Remember remember the 5th of November, and then Remembrance Day after that. Some churches also use 2nd November to help people think of relatives who have died in recent years as well. Put together, that is a lot of remembering.
But I wanted to remember back a lot less far, to something I did last November. For the second time ever, I think, I went to a Thanksgiving dinner. You’ll know this mainly as an American celebration, and an opportunity to get the turkey in early a full month ahead of Christmas, which I suppose they might as well call “Turkey 2: The Sequel.” The one we attended last year had a whole load of the traditional accompaniments, like pumpkin pie to follow, and with the turkey the very odd side dish of sweet potato with marshmallows on top.
In our family we use food to celebrate special occasions that we are thankful for, but these tend to be the normal ones like Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries and so on. I don’t know if we are so good at being thankful more widely. The bible is different: it’s full of people bringing food offerings to God, and celebrating with food themselves, as a sign of all the things that they are grateful for.
One of the most famous feasts in the New Testament comes at the end of the story of the Prodigal Son, where his delighted father calls for the fatted calf to be brought and prepared as the centrepiece of a great banquet to celebrate his coming home.
It’s in the spirit of these great thanksgiving feasts of the bible, and especially with the Old Testament festival of Passover in mind, that Jesus’s followers began one of their own. Amongst the various words that the church has used for communion is the Greek word Eucharist, which in the end only means “thank you”. So when we gather and use bread and wine to remember Jesus, we are thanking God for what he has done for us.
But I’ve never been convinced that a communion service is the only place to do that. Every time I sit down and eat, I want to celebrate what Jesus has done for me. On Sunday afternoons at the Church Hall there hasn’t been much wine so far, but we have been eating together, partly as a reminder of what Jesus has done for us. We’re doing it remembering his encouragement that all of us can come and sit and eat with him: that we’re all invited.
So please take up God’s invitation, and come down on a Sunday afternoon and sit and eat with us, but wherever you sit, and whenever you eat, remember to find things to thank God for.
We all knew the day would come when the Queen wouldn’t be there, but somehow we didn’t quite expect it, did we? Part of that was that it seemed to come quickly, with her meeting prime ministers old and new on Tuesday, and dying on Thursday. But more of it must be that most of us can’t remember a time when she wasn’t there.
There were so many striking images and moments in the period from the Queen’s death, up to and including her funeral. The crowds lining the streets through Scotland as the coffin drove from Balmoral to Edinburgh; a host of state occasions as King Charles visited all four nations in about as many days; and of course the queue.
At the same time, like with all bereavements, it was the little things that struck you. I saw a photo on Facebook of an order of service for someone who was made a vicar, somewhere, the same evening the Queen died. They found out 10 minutes before they were supposed to start, and after a few phone calls they went ahead. The photo showed the text where the vicar promises allegiance to the monarch. “Queen Elizabeth II” had hurriedly been crossed out, and “King Charles” written in blue biro. Then someone must have realised that wasn’t enough, and had added “III”, this time in red.
It doesn’t surprise me at all that I have had a lot more conversations about life and death in the last couple of weeks than I normally do. Times like this confront us with our own mortality, and they’re meant to, I think. They’re meant to make us look at our lives and ask ourselves what we want to be remembered for. There’s no point wishing we could all be the Queen, and hope to do great things, but we can all do small things with great love. Actually, the best stories about the Queen haven’t at all been grand gestures; people have been remembering her little interactions with them, and how much her care and attention meant.
But more than what it means to live this life as well as we can, the Queen has pointed us beyond it. Christmas after Christmas she reminded us that God had come into the world; that Jesus was in our midst, and that eternal hope was within reach for all of us. In her wonderful Easter message in the early pandemic, she reminded us all that “As dark as death can be — particularly for those suffering with grief — light and life are greater. May the living flame of the Easter hope be a steady guide as we face the future.”
The Queen’s extraordinary funeral service, which may have reached over 4 billion people across the world, spoke beautifully of the eternal hope that we have because of Jesus. The Archbishop of Canterbury drew on that same Easter message as he followed the Queen in quoting Vera Lynn, reminding us that when we believe in Jesus we can be sure that we’ll meet again. It means that there is a time when we will be with the Queen again, but more than that, a time when we will be with Jesus; and like the Queen, will cast our crowns before the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings.
The demands of printing mean that I am writing this in August, and so I am looking out at my back garden, which is now less like (an excuse for) a lawn, and more the aftermath of a wheat field at harvest time. The ground is just so thirsty.
At the same time, the news is full of the increasing cost of living. I am getting worried emails from my energy supplier, checking I am keeping an eye on my Direct Debit. I am wondering what will happen if my bills are twice as high in January as they are now. It is so expensive.
And I’m listening to two people aiming to be our next Prime Minister both trying to establish that we can rely on them to lead us through a time of enormous uncertainty. What kind of commitments might they make which will help us to be convinced of this?
For the last week or two I have found myself coming back again and again to a very well-worn chapter in my bible. Isaiah 55 says something, I think, to each of these 3 questions.
First of all, it invites the thirsty. “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters.” At the moment we don’t need to imagine what physical drought feels like, but these words address spiritual thirst. Deep down, are you thirsty? Do you long not just for the normal kind of drink, which we need to top up again and again, but what Jesus describes as “rivers of living water”? Isaiah says, “Come.”
Second, he invites those who can’t afford it. “You who have no money, come and eat! Come, buy wine and milk, without money and without cost.” The price of milk went up about 20% in a lot of shops through June and July, having been pretty steady for the first half of the year. Like us, you will have started to work out what you might not be able to afford soon. Isaiah promises us something which is without cost. So come.
Incidentally, if you and your family are struggling with food costs, please get in touch. We can provide some help through our little foodbank, or point you elsewhere. At our All Invited sessions on Sunday afternoons in the autumn we are expanding the food we offer to be more of a proper meal than just drinks and cake, because we know it might help some of you. Please come.
Finally, as we worry and wonder about how politicians might help us, Isaiah offers us help that lasts much longer than any one Prime Minister can: “I will make an everlasting covenant with you, my faithful love promised to David.”
The invitations and promises that God makes through Isaiah, over 2500 years ago, end up being fulfilled through Jesus. Some other time maybe we can go into the rest of this amazing chapter, but the thing that strikes me most today is how it doesn’t depend on what someone might do if they become Prime Minister, but what Jesus has done – in living, and dying, and rising again for us. That’s what this everlasting covenant is built on.
I need to stop now, because I’ve written too much already, so I’ll just remind you of the invitation again. To the thirsty; to those who can’t afford it; an invitation depending not on what we or anyone else might do, but what Jesus has done: “Come.”
I spent some time this month wrestling with my various thoughts about the resignation of the Prime Minister, and the beginnings of the campaign to replace him, with many candidates eager to put their names forward. I wrote a whole article about how leadership is to do with character, and how when we recognise that, we can find reasons to hope.
And then it was one of those mornings where I was so captivated by a single sentence in a passage of the bible that I was reading, that I thought I should probably inflict something a little bit different on you!
As we pray online most mornings we have been reading through the beginning of Mark’s gospel. It’s not unusual that you read that Jesus goes off in the morning and finds himself somewhere to pray, and on almost all those occasions Jesus also gets disturbed in some way as crowds follow him, or his disciples come and interrupt what he’s doing. That’s certainly what happened in our reading today.
But the thing that really struck me was what the disciples said to him: “Everyone is looking for you!”
Word has got around about Jesus, you see, and so people are going looking for this man who speaks beautiful truth about God, and through whom God’s power is working in amazing ways.
Most of the people around Jesus would have been Jewish believers, and so very open to the reality and the presence of God. But I wonder whether it isn’t pretty much true today, still. “Everyone is looking for you!”
Sometimes people tell me that they are looking for Jesus. They tell my friends as well. A vicar colleague of mine I met in the supermarket the other week had had a conversation just like that the same afternoon. It happens today, and it’s amazing and exciting. The health warning here, by the way, is that people who are openly looking for Jesus to tend to get found!
More often, people are aware of looking for something. Now more than ever we can fill our lives with things, but those things can get quite hungry, and demand more and more of us. That’s true even of things which are really good in themselves: maybe you’ve noticed that?
Other people aren’t conscious of looking for anything. Perhaps you feel completely content with how things are. Or perhaps it’s more that we live in a very different world to the one that Jesus’s friends did, where God seemed such a present reality.
But I wonder. Hear those words again, written not about a something but a someone; about Jesus. “Everyone is looking for you.” Do you think that’s true? Do you think he’s what you’re looking for?
If you were out and about in our churchyards over the last month or so and you thought you saw me on my knees, the chances are that I wasn’t either diligently praying or experiencing profound desperation – although those things do often coincide in my experience. It was probably that I’d seen something interesting on the ground and wanted to have a closer look.
It’s been very exciting this year especially to watch some bee orchids coming up in the churchyards. I took the picture you can see here the day before I sat down to write this. I find it extraordinary that here is a plant that has managed to make itself look like a bee so that a bee will come along and do what (birds and) bees do and carry off some pollen to the next one. It’s an amazing thing. I’ve seen on Facebook, by the way, that some of you have got these lovely plants coming up in your front lawns as well, which is quite an advert for No Mow May, isn’t it?
Whenever I see a properly spectacular flower like this, I’m reminded of Jesus’s word to his listeners on the mountain: “Consider how the wild flowers grow,” he says. When I read these words I like to imagine that Jesus is looking around at the beauty around him. “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labour or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these.” It’s true, isn’t it? No matter how smartly turned out we are, none of us is going to look as amazing as a perfect wild flower. No ironing, no shoe polish, no make-up – just immaculately clothed by the Creator.
Jesus’s reason for mentioning this, by the way, is not to get people so interested in the flowers around them that they stop listening to anything that he’s got to say. His point is really that if God cares enough about a single flower to dress it that exquisitely, how much more will he provide for us, the crown of all that he has created?
There are so many reasons to worry at the moment. The war in Ukraine is still profoundly troubling, and here at home the cost of almost everything is going up and up and up. I’ve spoken to some people who are concerned that the autumn might bring an increase in Covid numbers again, and yesterday on the news the talk was of the possibility of a summer of strikes.
But don’t worry, Jesus says. Not because we stick our heads in the sand like an ostrich. Nor running round shouting “Don’t panic” like a sort of 21st century Corporal Jones. (Cultural references bang up to date there.) Instead, gently but firmly, “Don’t worry”, because we can be certain that Jesus is alive, that his kingdom is coming, and one day everything will be made new.
There are quite of lot of famous last words out there. You never know quite whether they are true or not, especially when they are as funny as Oscar Wilde’s: “Either this wallpaper goes or I do.” But what about famous first words?
It’s a year of Jubilee, and so I have been reflecting on some of the things the Queen said at the very beginning of her reign, 70 years ago. Here are some words from her Christmas message in 1952, looking forward to her coronation the year after:
At my Coronation next June, I shall dedicate myself anew to your service. I shall do so in the presence of a great congregation, drawn from every part of the Commonwealth and Empire, while millions outside Westminster Abbey will hear the promises and the prayers being offered up within its walls, and see much of the ancient ceremony in which kings and queens before me have taken part through century upon century. Pray that God may give me wisdom and strength to carry out the solemn promises I shall be making, and that I may faithfully serve him and you, all the days of my life.
These words are drawn from a lovely book about the Queen and her faith that we have bought some copies of, and hope to share with village residents in different ways in the weeks to come. When you read about the Queen dedicating herself to service, both to God and to her people, you recognise that she has fulfilled that commitment throughout her long reign, and that she goes on doing it. God has heard her prayer and kept her faithful to that pledge from 70 years ago.
Amongst Jesus’s first words as he began his ministry was a clear and beautiful statement of why had come: “The Spirit of the Lord is on me,because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisonersand recovery of sight for the blind,to set the oppressed free,to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour…”
There are some big and beautiful themes here, but one of them, the idea of freedom and the year of God’s favour, also connects with Jubilee. In the Old Testament God’s people counted years in sevens, like the days of the week, and at the end of every seventh lot of sevens (49 years if you are keeping up with me!) there was a year of Jubilee. The fiftieth year was a holy year, a year of freedom. A year of reset as everyone was to return their own land and their own family. A year for the liberation of slaves and the cancelling of debts.
So Jesus picks up on a huge idea, and identifies himself as the place true freedom comes from. And as we watch Jesus through the gospels, and we hear the stories of Christians today, we notice freedom coming. We notice sins forgiven and sickness healed and death defeated and stigma erased and so much more. We notice that Jesus lives up to those early words, and embodies that freedom which he promised. Just as the Queen has kept her word beautifully for 70 years, Jesus has kept his promise of freedom, and he will keep it into eternity. And it’s there for all of us today.
Welcome then to May, normally a month of many bank holidays, although of course this year slightly fewer, given that the one at the end has been pushed into June as part of the Jubilee celebrations. There’ll be more of that next month.
Mayday is an important one for me. My sister’s birthday is on 1st May, and she made sure we remembered that, and now also my sister-in-law’s. (She’s not as bothered!) I lived in Oxford for a while, and over there May Day is big business, with choristers singing from the tower at 6am, Morris dancers everywhere, the pubs open at breakfast time, and students attempting to jump off the bridge into the river, if the police couldn’t stop them.
Given this dangerous activity, it would hardly be surprising if that’s how Mayday became a distress call as well. It was certainly a dangerous day in Oxford. But I knew where it actually came from, because I remembered hearing about it on an old episode of the comedy Red Dwarf:
Mayday, mayday. I wonder why they call it "Mayday".
Eh?
The distress call. I wonder why it's "Mayday". It's only a bank holiday. Why not Shrove Tuesday or Ascension Sunday? Ascension Sunday, Ascension Sunday. 15th Wednesday after Pentecost, 15th Wednesday after Pentecost.
It's French, you doink! "M'aidez" - "Help me". "M'aidez"
Let’s leave aside the question of whether a TV sitcom is the best place to learn French, and focus on the call itself: “Help me.”
It’s not always easy to ask for help. I particularly struggle with this when I am in a big shop looking for something. The quickest thing would be to ask someone, but for some reason I prefer to wander up and down the aisles for minutes on end, until I find it. I can get away with this if I am on my own, but not if I am with my family, because they think it is ridiculous. I mean, it is ridiculous.
It can feel like there is a lot to lose in asking for help. I’m admitting I can’t do it all myself; that I am weak and imperfect and insufficient to the task. When I ask for help, I am making room for other people, but most of all I am making room for God.
The bible is full of people like you and me who make loads of mistakes, but the one thing most of them get right is asking God for help. They realise they can’t help themselves, can’t save themselves, often can’t even make the right decision when it’s staring them in the face, but they know to ask God for help.
That first May when I lived in Oxford was remarkable for all the Mayday shenanigans, but the real reason I remember it is that it was the first time I really asked God to help me, to save me, to forgive me. It was certainly not the last time, but it was the first, and I’ll never forget it. With the fear of heights I’ve developed since then I can’t imagine singing from a church tower, or jumping off a bridge, and I was never one for beer at breakfast time, but I’m not going to stop asking God for help. It changes everything.
We have all been watching with horror the scenes on the news from Ukraine in recent weeks. Or maybe we have. Sometimes I’ve found it hard to watch at all, and I’ve wondered why. Do I need to pray for more compassion? Is it just that the last couple of years have just worn me out a bit?
Elsewhere in this magazine we have put a bit about Ukraine, and we encourage you to look at the words of Psalm 31, being used by lots of Christians there, if you would like to reflect and pray. I think a miracle would be a good thing to pray for.
Earlier this week someone pointed out to me that the video of one of the songs we have sometimes used in church, a version of the creed, was filmed in Kyiv a few years ago. You can see people walking through the streets, lovely buildings old and new. You wonder how long some of them will still be there; I’m conscious of the time that has passed between me writing this and you reading it.
Yesterday the creed popped up again when I was reading a book that goes with the course we are doing at the moment about unanswered prayer. Regular readers (hello again to all three of you) will remember me writing about that a couple of months back. The writer points out that the creed is full of miracles: God created everything; Jesus was conceived by the Holy Spirit and born of a virgin; he ascended into heaven. It seemed fitting to me that a place now in need of such an extraordinary miracle should have so many of them sung over its streets in that video.
There’s one more in the song, and in the creed, of course. He rose again, it says. In a way that’s our prayer for Kyiv, isn’t it, and for the whole of Ukraine. We’re praying for an extraordinary miracle: that it might rise again.
Easter says that death isn’t the end of the story for any of us; that however it comes, it can never have the last word. Easter says that Jesus rose again, and that we can rise again through faith in him. Easter invites us to pray for a miracle; to believe in miracles; to expect a miracle.
We have seen some extraordinary defiance from the Ukrainian people in the face of overwhelming opposition, and that first Easter was a time of defiance too. Jesus faced death and hell and all that was evil in the world. The opposition was overwhelming, and for a while it looked like it had won. But Jesus had done enough miracles to believe in them, and burst from the grave to bring life and light and hope.
That’s Easter faith. That’s what we believe. That’s the name of the song, by the way: This I believe.
It’s not easy for most of us, is it, to think of a favourite song? There are so many that have spoken to us at different times. I always wonder how long the people on Desert Island Discs take even to come up with just eight.
And we might be the same about pictures, too, whether it’s paintings by our favourite artist, ones our children or grandchildren have done for us, any image that is meaningful to us. It’s hard to choose a favourite.
For me, the same goes for passages in the bible. You can’t just pin it down to one. As followers of Jesus we try not to – we recognise that God can speak through any of it at any time, most of all bits that aren’t our favourite.
And I saw your face of mercy in that place of love
You opened up my eyes To believe Your sweet salvation Where I'd been so blind
It doesn’t surprise me, because I don’t always see it either. As much as I try to follow Jesus, I find myself going in all sorts of odd directions. With all I have, I resist denying myself, taking up my cross, and following Jesus as he heads towards a much more important Cross of his own. It’s why the little cross you can see here in the picture is so precious to me. The triangle is the shape of the chapel at a lovely retreat place I know, but most important is the road up to the cross. It’s not straight and obedient, but wandering and wiggly, so that you wonder if you’ll ever find your way there. But you do, and in the end it is so worth it.
Now that I'm living in Your all forgiving love My every road leads to the Cross
As I wrote that last bit, I worried to myself that I was making it sound like it was all about me. Me finding my way to the Cross, me walking in the right direction. And so I was grateful for the chorus’s invitation to pray that Jesus would keep me heading the right way:
Jesus keep me near the Cross I won't forget the love You've shown Saviour teach me of the Cross I won't forget the love I won't forget the love You've shown
So as we head towards Easter, may you walk in the way of the Cross, and find mercy and salvation, forgiveness and love. May your every road lead to the Cross.
Like lots of the best games, it is very simple. Every day, they post a new five letter word puzzle on the website. Every time you put a guess in, it tells you letters which are absolutely right in green; letters which are right but in the wrong place in yellow; letters which are wrong in black. And so, by a process of elimination, you should get there in six goes. Normally it is ok, but sometimes the words are really hard. Or you might get lucky: I guessed the right word second time this morning. Probably never to be repeated! It is clever because you just have one go every day – it gets you back the next time because you can’t play enough to get bored.
Of course there are different ways of playing. One obvious way is to start with the most frequent letters – ETAIONSHR. I often pick a word from these letters for my first go, and then try and use the rest of them in my second one. Because I am friends with too many vicars on Facebook, I know that one of the words that some of them like using is ATONE.
This is a word we don’t use very often, but which you will probably recognise as meaning that you are sorry for something and you want to make amends. It’s a ‘putting-things-right’ kind of word.
Lots of us will have an understanding that when we get things wrong, we have a responsibility to put it right, and of course we do have to be sorry for stuff like that. But when I hear the word atone, I think of something different. God sees that something has gone wrong – that I have got so much wrong – but he doesn’t leave me on my own to sort it out.
The other day it was a really difficult word – PROXY. And that is exactly what Jesus is. In order to put things right he died on the cross in my place, and restored my relationship with God forever. People sometimes say that atonement means that where God and I were apart, now we are “at one” through Jesus. I’m not sure if that’s very good English, but you get the point.
POINT, incidentally, was the word I got in two guesses today. Like I say, it was just chance. I tried STARE and I got the T right, but in the wrong place, so I used some of my other common letters and made POINT. Of course, having good fortune in a word game doesn’t honestly matter. What is really important is the extraordinary blessing of having Jesus – of knowing that I am “at one” with God because of him.
I can’t remember when I was first told the way to remember how to spell stationary or stationery, probably when I started working as a typist at Norwich Union fresh out of City college. I can’t quite believe it but as part of our induction we (there were 3 or 4 of us who started at the same time) had weekly spelling tests with our manager. She gave us a list of 300 words we had to learn. Anyway, when you’re writing about envelopes or paper it’s stationery, when you’re writing about standing still, it’s stationary. As the schools/colleges/universities re-open I like to see the stationery they have in the shops – in the widest possible sense. Journals, planners, A4 or A5 writing or refill pads, pens, pencils all excite me and maybe others reading this too. Being stationary, doesn’t have the same excitement but I need both in my life.
At times we need to be stationary. We need to catch our breath and rest, wait a while to restore our souls. Like the Psalmist says, He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. Being still is good for you – yes even those activists amongst us. It helps our well-being or keeping well. Being stationary doesn’t mean you have to sit doing nothing. How many of us take the opportunity when we’re stationary in traffic to listen, really listen to some music or the talking on the radio or a podcast. That reminds that the bible tells us to meditate on the words of the bible, to not clear our minds but to chew over words from scripture. Savour them. Really take them on board. For there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. As we enter a new season of the year, autumn, we as a church, are entering a new season.
This month we are excited to start (or maybe re-start is more appropriate for those of you with long memories of village life), youth ministry in the villages. Come along to the playing field on the afternoon of Sunday 12 September to find out more. Also this month we will be joining in the Big Church Read (https://thebigchurchread.co.uk/) and reading Bouncing Forwards by Patrick Regan. If you’d like to join us, get in touch with me. In our Sunday morning gatherings we have some visiting speakers who are going to help us look at the life of Joshua from the bible. Joshua was a man whose life didn’t stand still but like many of us, learnt that in order to bounce forwards, he had to listen and spend time with God. The Hebrew translation of the name Joshua is Jesus, and Jesus ministered to those who he met in the same way as Joshua lived his life, having first spent time with God. Before we could launch the youth ministry or decide what book to read in our groups, we similarly asked God and listened for his voice. Do you want to learn to do the same? Come and join us for there’s lots to be excited about this month – new stationery, being stationary but also Bouncing Forwards.
It’s Freedom Day! I write this on Monday 19th July, as the sun streams in through my window, and my phone buzzes to let me know that Covid-19 restrictions are lifting all across the country. I scroll through my diary for August, September and October, and I spot a few things. A family holiday here, a bit of quiet and retreat time there, and otherwise… not very much. Three inviting months of extended leave. 90 freedom days in a row!
I am not writing any of this to make anyone cross, although sometimes you succeed by accident. I am doing it because like you, I know that freedom isn’t quite as clear as that. I don’t know what things are like 2 weeks from here as you read this, but on Freedom Day there is a lot of concern about growing virus numbers, and whether we should all give up wearing masks, social distancing, and all the other things which have become part of life through the last year.
It’s similar with my sabbatical. Amongst the various other things that the Church of England doesn’t allow me three months’ leave from are doing jobs around the house, being the Dad Taxi, or (and somehow this is worst of all) making packed lunches.
Hopefully when we grow into an adult, you see, we discover that freedom is about more than just doing what I want. I have the choice to limit my freedom for the sake of someone else; I might hate wearing a mask, but if my friend is really worried about meeting me without one on, hopefully I will put him first. There might be something a bit annoying about making sandwiches in the evening, but I love my children enough not to want them to go hungry.
I suppose when you think about Christianity you might imagine it as a big long list of things you can’t do. A whole load of ways that your freedom is reduced, lots of them a lot more annoying than packed lunches.
But in the end, I don’t follow a list. I follow a person, Jesus.
I have a relationship with Jesus, and just like I would wear a mask if my friend asked to put them first, I am going to do what he asks and put him first. I have a relationship with Jesus, and just like I am not going to give up doing things for my children because I don’t want to let them down, I am not going to give up on doing things for him, because I don’t want to let him down. I have freedom to choose to do those things for him, and those things are what I choose to do. And first of all I remember everything that he has done for me.
I won’t be doing church jobs for a few months, but I’ll still be following Jesus, and I’ll still be looking forward to seeing you at school, and in the street. Maybe we’ll end up talking about what it might mean for you to follow him as well.
If I asked you to list a few ways you could tell that someone you were talking to was really interested in you, I wonder what you would say? It might be to do with how good they seemed to be at listening: are they looking you in the eye? Do they seem distracted – worst of all, are they fiddling with their phone?
But one way might be something that I have already done in this article: they ask questions. The other week I was talking to someone in the village and I was really struck by the thoughtful questions they asked about my family, my plans for my sabbatical next month, and so on. One of the things you might notice about Jesus, if you read through the gospels, is that he is constantly asking questions. One reason he does that is that it is a good way of responding to someone who is trying to catch him out, but just as often it is because he is really interested in the person he is talking to. I’ve just been reading the amazing passage where Jesus asked someone, “What do you want me to do for you?” Now there is a question!
Over the last couple of days I have been reflecting on some slightly different questions. They are the sort of questions that you might ask one another as the pandemic eases, we begin to meet up a little more, and we have the chance to reflect on what has happened over the last year and more. I offer them as a chance to reflect for yourself, but most of all to take interest in someone else.
What has your experience been of the pandemic? (What are you grateful for? What have you struggled with?) At an online session I took part in yesterday they took a poll of everyone there (over 100 of us) and most people thought there had been a mixture of ups and downs. Some people have liked working from home. Others have been really cooped up with their family, or been very lonely.
What have you learnt through this experience? Have you done without some things that you have found you don’t really need? Or just got much better at doing things online than you’d imagine?
What has been your source of strength or hope through this time? Some people have built particular things into their routine, or connected with close friends or family in important ways. Someone I know has been reading through the Psalms every day and often shares with us how it has encouraged her.
How do you want things to be different post pandemic? Of course there are things we want to be different from how they are now - masks, distancing, sanitiser and all – but a more interesting question is how they might be different from before. One of my friends wonders if we’ll ever be able to blow out a birthday cake again, but you can probably think of a more meaningful example!
Have you found yourself praying during this time? if you have, then that is not surprising, because apart from people who prayed sometimes already, about 5% of people had started to pray by last May when they didn’t before. It isn’t just us in our churches who are praying more: everyone is.
So there are 5 questions for you to take and ask each other as you reflect on the pandemic, to help you to take interest in. I’ll be praying that as you do it, you hear the voice of Jesus asking what he can do for you as well.
It will be June by the time you read this, but I am writing it at the point of the next step in the government roadmap. It is a probably a bit of a stretch to imagine that you are reading this sitting in a café, but you never know. Perhaps you have had a couple of friends in the house, or you are going to go to a restaurant for the first time since Christmas. Maybe you will hug a few family or close friends.
For our churches it is an important time, because we decided at that point on the roadmap to begin to meet in person again every week, and so this month is the first following a pattern which we hope will continue for some time. (We are carrying on online as well.)
But even now, with lots of news of the Indian variant in parts of the country, we do wonder, don’t we, if things will progress quite as we hope they might. Most of us by now have had a vaccine or two, but will that be enough to keep to the plan?
The trouble is we are creatures of habit, really. We want lots to be familiar and the same, and it helps our brains not to get tired by working out new things all the time. To some degree, we want to be in control, and when that doesn’t happen it unsettles us a lot.
This weekend coming, as well as celebrating meeting together in person again, we are remembering Pentecost, and the amazing gift of God’s Spirit coming on his church. It was an extraordinary time, as people gathered for the annual routine of a Jewish religious festival were overwhelmed by the presence and reality of God. Expectations about God being interested only in certain people or certain places or certain ways of doing things were blown away by an amazing wind of change. Followers of Jesus came to realise that God wanted to live in each of them as they chose to follow him, and that it was a promise for everyone.
This year we have seen a lot of change, most of it out of control, and none of us has liked it very much (unless you have shares in Zoom, or Amazon, or hand sanitiser, in which case there is a link to our giving platform on our website). So we can easily forget that God made us to change, and grow, and it is the most positive and natural thing to do that. And Pentecost is just a day when we remember an amazing change we can all make any day of the year: choosing not to hold onto what is familiar, or we can control, but recognising how God sent his Holy Spirit for everyone, and Jesus is for everyone. It’s a change you can make that no-one else can unmake or go back on, because God always keeps his promises.
Like many of you, I stopped for a while on 17th April and watched the footage from Windsor of the Duke of Edinburgh’s funeral. I know, like me, lots of you are still praying for the Queen and all her family. Like all these national occasions there was a huge amount of ceremony, and many people involved, but in the end, as for so many families through the pandemic, it was just 30 people spread through the space. Most striking of all, for me at least, was the walk through the castle grounds, with Prince Philip’s coffin followed by his children and grandsons, walking mostly in pairs. Two, by two, by two they came, brought there by the death of someone they loved.
After Easter we often read the famous story of the Emmaus Road. It’s a story of grief experienced as a pair, but with an extraordinary ending. Two of Jesus’s disciples are walking; one called Cleopas, and another who goes unnamed. Like lots of us who gather with a friend, in a time of bereavement, as they walk, they talk. As they meet Jesus, not recognising who he is, their faces are downcast. And they say something amazing to him: we had hoped. Jesus has died, and we had hoped…
A year ago, when I last really thought about this story, maybe it was with the idea that we’d be locked down for a month or two and then it would all blow over. Maybe that’s what we were hoping. We had hoped. And now a year on, I know lots of people feel a lot more hopeful with the vaccine rollout, but still there is that question of whether somewhere in our hearts, hope is something that belonged to the past. Like the disciples, we want to say “Look, haven’t you heard what’s been happening? Where have you been? Are you the only person in the world who doesn’t know about Covid, and lockdown? We had hoped.
For the disciples, hopelessness is connected with not seeing the risen Jesus. The women have seen him, but the disciples have gone looking and they haven’t seen him, yet. I don’t know about you, but quite a lot of people I talk to want to see Jesus. That’s all my job is, really: helping them to see Jesus.
And when the two disciples do see him, it changes everything. They had been heading away from Jerusalem, and the sadness they connected with it, but on meeting Jesus they rush back, full of hope and purpose. It’s an extraordinary turnaround, but it’s the sort of thing that happens when people see Jesus. The news that he is alive always brings a turnaround of the most amazing kind.
In our churches this summer we want to find new hope and purpose after a difficult year, and we are going to do that by looking at Jesus – by seeing him. Why don’t you join us, whether online, or in person from Sunday 23rd? We’d love to see you as we see Jesus together.
We hope that you are reading this in time for Easter weekend, and all the great things we have planned from Maundy Thursday through to Sunday morning. We hope most of all to create some opportunities to meet together in person for everyone who thinks that’s appropriate for them, as we celebrate Easter together. There is loads of information about everything we've got going on on this site and on our Facebook page.
I’ve spent some time looking over my messages for the last few months, and I noticed that I began 2021 looking forward to the better year that we were all hoping for. I don’t know if we quite feel that we are there yet, but the vaccine numbers are increasing, and the balance is tipping a little.
Holding on to hope is so important. For Christmas I was given a little badge with just that word on it: “hope.” I have been wearing it for some of our online Sunday services, and quite often at funerals too. It’s a little something but it feels good to put it on, and create a little spark of light when things can seem dark.
Other people have noticed that it is an important time to hope as well. We have a lovely children’s book, produced this year, called The Book of Hopes. Over 100 famous children’s authors and illustrators have made contributions; the editor describes them in the introduction as “professional hunters of hope.”
This Easter, none of us in the churches wants to make any claim that we know better than you the answers to a lot of the difficult questions we have all been asking this year. None of us knows better than you how we conjure up hope out of the really tricky and very raw material we have been working with. We don’t look at ourselves, or each other; instead, we’d tell you that we think that Jesus brings hope.
The Bible is a Book of Hope, and among the dazzling reasons for hope it contains, one stands over all of them. Peter, Jesus’s best friend and as close to the events of the first Easter as anyone was, writes that it is by rising from the dead that Jesus has given us living hope.
Hope in Jesus is living hope. It is hope, Peter goes on to say, that can never spoil, perish or fade. I bet there is not one of you reading this who hasn’t seen hope fade this past year. Hasn’t seen it spoil, or even perish. That was just 2020, wasn’t it? But Jesus rose from the dead, and he is unfading, spotless, imperishable, and so hope in him is living hope that can never die.
Sad to say, I am not one of life’s optimists. But actually, I don’t need to be, because Jesus’s hope is real and alive. It’s not so much a badge I pin on, as the thing that I live in, and that lives in me. It does not spoil, or perish, or fade, and I don’t need to go hunting for it. It has come to me, and to all of us, in Jesus, our living hope, who has risen from the dead.
I don’t know what you’re up to at the moment – pretty much the same as yesterday, probably – but in our churches we are thinking about going deeper in our faith. I like ‘deeper’ for a few reasons, but one of them is because with God, we can always go deeper. It’s a bit like being at the seaside; we might be sitting on the beach just looking and wondering; standing on the shoreline dipping our toes in; or swimming around half a mile out; but all of us can go deeper.
We started off thinking about going deeper into the Bible. I might ask if you have ever read it, but you might equally wonder why you should. I’ve been looking at Psalm 19, which talks all about the Scriptures, and I think it depends on what you want.
We might think that what drives us most as humans is what we believe, or how we think or feel, but what if it is something different? What if it is what we love, what we long for… what we want? I wonder now, locked down again, a year almost since the first one, what you really long for?
Here’s a few possibilities. We might want not to be worn out. We might want to have an idea of what to do. We might want to be happy; to see clearly; we might want something that lasts: something we can trust.
Well the fascinating thing is that those are exactly what Psalm 19 promises us that we will find in the Bible. I want not to be worn out. “God’s law refreshes the soul.” I want to know what to do. “God’s law makes wise the simple.” I want to be happy. “God’s precepts give joy.” I want to be able to see clearly. “God’s commands give light to the eyes.” I want something that lasts. “The fear of the Lord endures for ever.” I want something I can trust. “The decrees of the Lord are all righteous.”
Do you want some of those? Do you know someone who wants one of those? Or put the other way round, do you know anyone who doesn’t want one of those? You are promised that you will find all of them in the Bible.
In our house we have two letters from the Queen. Written a generation apart, one says that the Queen commanded that it be written; the other, a bit more 2020 than 1989, says that she wished that it be so. We have the bible (as a favourite song lyric of mine goes) because “the King has given words to us to tell us what he’s like.” It was God’s command and his wish that it be written.
And what’s he like? Well it sounds to me that he wants us to be refreshed; to have wisdom; to be happy; to see clearly; to have something lasting and trustworthy. That’s what he’s like; that’s what he wants. And it’s in the Bible that he promises it will be found. Time to go deeper, don’t you think?
Writing to you now it seems like we’ve had a month of water in our villages and our churches.
It started with the amazing floods on 23rd/24th December; lots of you will have seen the river flooding all the way down through Stoke, Dunston and Caistor. We were sorry to see the damage it caused especially in the Mill car park, but at the same time it created an amazing temporary landscape, with otters swimming in plain view in the middle of the village on Christmas Day, and even running across the Norwich Road – look at the Stoke village Facebook page for both videos.
With the Vicarage so close to the river we look at it a bit nervously, but the slope is so steep it never quite gets up this high. But we didn’t escape: when we got to the church building for our Christmas Eve event the water was six inches deep in our boiler house and the power had cut out.
Closer to home, the other day water started to come up through our floor, and even as I write the plumbers are digging up the concrete to try and see where it is coming from.
The Bible talks about water over and over, and the images are similar, but different. One of the Old Testament prophets, Ezekiel, pictures a great flood of water, flowing from the temple, as the glory and presence of God fill it. The further that Ezekiel wades into it, the deeper it gets, until it’s so wide he couldn’t even swim across it. (I am encouraged by the way he first spots it in one of the doorways, which is just about where it was coming from in our house.)
But this water isn’t a destructive force; it brings life. The Dead Sea is made new, and filled with fish; fruit trees grow on its banks and bear fruit constantly because of the water that is flowing by them.
It seems to me that when Jesus and his friends visited the temple for Tabernacles, one of the Jewish festivals, he must have had this image of living water flowing from the temple in mind. But he said something amazing and different; he told his audience that the thirsty should come to him and drink, so that living water would flow not from the temple, nor a leaky Vicarage, but from within each of them.
Your recent experience and mine reminds us of how disruptive water can be in the wrong places, but Jesus wants to satisfy our thirst. Jesus wants us to experience water that brings life: the living water of his Holy Spirit. Jesus’s water can be disruptive, actually: it can upset our way of thinking and living, and change things forever, but it always brings life. And look how it flows out, as well. The water you drink when you are thirsty is good for you, but Jesus’s living water in you is good for everyone you meet, and it is meant to flow out of you.
We can all receive this water from Jesus today, but we have to see the need. We don’t come to Jesus saying we are fine, or managing, or ok in the circumstances, because after all it’s hard for everyone. We come saying, I am thirsty. I have learnt, and mostly remember, to come saying that I am thirsty. And so can you.
This article appears in our monthly magazine, which we deliver to every household in the villages we serve, but you can find recent copies in the Resources section of this website too.
Happy New Year to all of you! After a year which seems to have been full of darkness, with you I am hoping and praying that 2021 will be full of colour and light.
You might have read last month as I wrote about how hard it is to see colour in the dark – about the difference between painting when it is light and when it isn’t. It got me thinking about the difficulty that some of us have with colours even when we can see them.
While we talk about “colour blindness”, it’s not usual that someone can’t tell the difference between any colours at all. Normally it is shades of red, yellow and green that are the problem. (Presumably the traffic light joke goes without saying.) I knew that it was more common in men than women, but apparently as many as 1 in 12 men have this trouble. I expect most of them realise before too long.
This New Year, starting on 14th January as you can see from our website here, or the big banner at the Church Hall, we will be running our first online Alpha course. We’ve done lots before in the churches, but always in person. By doing it online we know we will be safe from Covid-19 complications like changing tier restrictions, quite apart from any risk of infection. But it also means that if you might normally struggle to get out in the evening for any reason, as long as you have the internet you can still join in with us. Perhaps watching something on a screen and chatting about it online afterwards is an easier way to explore faith than with a physical group of people you haven’t met before?
So while doing Alpha online is safer for us in a mixture of ways, there is still a risk that you will end up seeing things very differently. You can take my word for this, because about 20 years ago now I did the Alpha course. Through Alpha I came to realise that until then I had believed in Jesus, but I hadn’t really thought it was very important. I found out that he had given everything for me, and from then on he meant everything to me as well. It made me want to live for him. This year hasn’t been easy for any of us, including all of us who follow Jesus, and being a Christian for me has never been about finding an easy way, but following Jesus brings life and joy and peace: eternal life and joy and peace.
When I discovered all of that, it was like suddenly looking at things in a different way. It was as though I was seeing the world in colours I had never noticed before – had almost been blind to. Everything shone. I could see things in a whole new way.
That’s my story of coming to see who Jesus is, but you could have one this year too. Maybe our Alpha course could be the start of you discovering something wonderful in 2021, and it might really be that better year that we have all been hoping for.
We thought you'd like to hear about our plans for our morning prayer meetings from 1st December - we are going to have some readings and reflections based on Michael and Rosemary Green's Advent book In Touch with God, focusing on wonderful prayers from the Bible. Do get yourself a copy - it's available in lots of places online, including very cheaply for Kindle via Amazon. And come and join us, every weekday morning at 9am, and Saturdays at 10am. You can join all our meetings here https://us02web.zoom.us/j/385426921 except for Wednesday 2nd December, when we will be sharing a communion service on our Youtube channel "Venta group of churches." (We hope lockdown isn't extended, but if it is we will do one or two more of these as well.)
(After Christmas, we will be holding morning prayer meetings at 10am on 27th, 29th, 31st December, and 2nd Jan, before the usual pattern resumes on 4th January.)
This week I have given a surprising amount of thought to a Youtube video I saw of a Japanese game show called Slippery Stairs. As far as I can make out (and I don’t know any Japanese) it is a pretty simple idea, but an outrageously difficult challenge. Six or seven contestants in different coloured bodysuits have to climb to the top of a set of stairs made of ice, down which water is being poured constantly from two enormous taps. It looks almost impossible.
But hard as it is, they still take it on. Again and again they come, our plucky band of hapless Power Rangers, climbing and slipping and sliding and climbing and slipping and sliding. The video I watched was a 9-minute rollercoaster of emotion as time after time you thought one of them was about to get to the top, only for them to slip on the last step, or one of the others to grab them and pull them back to the bottom. And throughout an audience cheers them on, places bets, and laughs at their misfortunes. It is very, very odd.
So what was it that attracted my attention – apart from the jumpsuits? Well actually it was the strange and brilliant way the video illustrated everything that the Christian faith isn’t. Let me explain.
There’s an idea about following Jesus that it is about climbing to the top of such a slippery set of steps. The odds are stacked against us from the beginning, and we will fall down over and over, with only the slightest chance of getting to the top. We will exhaust ourselves thinking that if we could only just outdo the people around us, only somehow get there first, we will win the prize. But chances are, we’ll just fall down to the bottom again. And there will be people there to laugh themselves silly at our every mistake. God will be watching on, from the top, impassive, even absent.
As much, and as often as it might seem that way, it is not like that at all. Faith in Jesus isn’t about getting everything right, and slipping back to the bottom if we get it wrong. It isn’t about scrabbling to the top to get close to the prize. It isn’t about competing with someone else, because maybe there isn’t enough grace to go around. Instead, it’s recognising someone who is not absent, but who comes to meet us in our sin and mess and brokenness; someone who will pick us up every time we fall, whose love and generosity are more than enough for anyone who ever asks for them. God is not impassive because the word itself is connected with not feeling suffering. But we know that God knows what suffering is like, because Jesus stumbled and fell for us, Jesus endured people’s scorn and shame for us. Without Jesus, faith would ultimately be as difficult as this strangest of games, but we can hold on to the promise that with him, God makes all of this possible for people like you and me.
A couple of weeks ago I unexpectedly found myself posting on Facebook about the way that lots of people like me, who are involved in church life, and especially leadership, would be beginning this week to feel our way back into things after some kind of summer break. Most years August is a different time for us, but perhaps less so this year where so little has been the same as before.
It struck me that we were not really feeling our way 'back'. Instead, we were looking forward and conscious of facing enormous uncertainty about what the church will look like in the months and years to come. It feels like a huge moment of opportunity and possibility, as we ask questions about what it means to be church in this culture and generation that we should have addressed a long time ago. But often there is an equal and opposite amount of fear and anxiety, because so many things that seemed certain in February feel so far away now.
There are lots of ways we could react to this, but one that I choose quite often is to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the task instead of hearing what God is saying to me. I should hear him cheering me on, but often the voice in my head sounds more like "Rob, this depends on you," and, "You're not up to this." You'll notice they are not a brilliant combination.
They are not true because first of all, all sorts of great people around me do all sorts of great things every day. Some of you will have had time off work over the summer, and surprise, surprise, your school or business or office or whatever was still there when you got back. People managed. It doesn't really depend on you.
I am also learning to embrace the not-being-up-to-this. You're almost certainly better at your job, or looking after your family, than I am, but you can’t do everything. The amazing thing for me in following Jesus is that I know he is one person who is up to it - the all-sufficient one - and he is with us. And if we follow Jesus, then we can hang on to his amazing promises, like “In this world we will have trouble. But take heart, I have overcome the world.”
Having said all that, what might very well happen is that I forget it tomorrow, or later on this evening. Do stop me if you see me about, and ask me if I’m trying to do everything myself, or not feeling up to it, or both at once. It might help me. But there is a chance I’ll ask you as well.
Recently I have been wondering how much we doubt whether God truly accepts us. We certainly doubt whether people accept us, don’t we – and sometimes with good reason. Think about the Black Lives Matter movement, which is very much to do with someone being equally accepted and valued no matter what they look like. Think about how so much on social media is to do with being accepted: I write or post things that I think will please a certain group of people out there, and I will be accepted by them. I do the right thing, I say the right thing? Notice that the first one of those is about simply being accepted for who I am, and that the second one is about doing something in order to be accepted.
But what about God? Does God accept me? Can I know that? And does he simply accept me for who I am, or is it about me doing something in order to be accepted? In the book of Acts, Peter and Paul, two of the earliest and most influential followers of Jesus, are trying to work out what it means to be accepted by God.
We are sure that these Jews on the one hand, Jesus’s own people group, are accepted by God, but on the other hand are what the bible calls the Gentiles. That is everyone else, that is me, and probably you. It was always God’s intention that the Jews should be his way of blessing the whole of humanity, but now the plan expands and says that the gospel is for everyone, and the gospel is going to work through everyone.
But other people start to push back. The acceptance of God is too radical. The grace of God is too free, and people start to say, “You have to be circumcised to be saved.” You have to do the right thing, you have to look the right way. I.. errm… hopefully no-one was checking, but you know what I mean. People are keen on measuring acceptance by whether others do the right thing, or look the right way. But God hasn’t opened a door of obedience, or appearance; he has opened a door of faith.
The demand is repeated: “The Gentiles must be circumcised and required to keep the law of Moses.” For those people, acceptance is not about faith; it is about obedience, and appearance.
But gloriously Peter will not have this. He says that far from looking out the outside, at appearance, “God sees the heart.” It is a consistent message of the Scriptures. God sees the heart.
For Peter and for Paul there is no difference between people: we are all equally in need of the saving grace of Jesus. There is no question of their acceptance being earned, because it is through the grace of Jesus. So you can know that God accepts you. You can know because God looks at the heart that is looking to him, looks for faith rather than only obedience or appearance. You can know because God does not discriminate against anyone, and does not demand anyone more than he does of anyone else.
This lockdown time has been an interesting one, hasn’t it? As far as I’m aware, there has never been such a long period of restriction on our freedoms, combined with the worry for our own health and for our friends and families. Now that we’re beginning to come out the other side of it, I’ve been reflecting on how it has affected different people, and what has made it so challenging to so many of us. There have been some positives for most of us, though - getting to know neighbours better, appreciating the quieter roads during daily walks, noticing the wildlife in our gardens that we might have busily rushed past in more normal times... We have worked together to gather up crates and crates of supplies for the food bank, and people in our community have helped each other with shopping, prescriptions and so much more.
But still the overriding experience has been a tricky one, and I wonder if one of the main reasons is that coronavirus has shown us that we can’t always be in control of our lives. It has felt like a problem too serious to manage, an “enemy” too big to stand up against, and that has made a lot of us feel small and powerless.
It has reminded me of the story of David and Goliath in the Bible, which some of you might be familiar with. God’s people, the Israelites, were used to fighting against other armies, as they moved through contested land. But they weren’t used to being faced off by someone so much taller and stronger than any of their own soldiers that they felt doomed to failure! They ended up trapped for days as Goliath stood in their path, not knowing what to do for the best.
You might think that the solution would have been to find the very strongest Israelite soldier to attempt to overpower Goliath. Or to come up with a plan to outwit him, meeting brute force with superior intellect... But it turned out that God’s plan was for the smallest and least impressive of all of them to defeat the giant. The shepherd boy David stepped forward with a slingshot and some pebbles, and that was that.
David knew that he was tiny and vulnerable compared to Goliath, but he chose to trust God. He found the strength to do something terrifying, by realising that God was bigger than anyone or anything, giant-like or otherwise. During this time of uncertainty and worry, we have all struggled with having our choices taken away and feeling afraid in different ways. But we can ask God to help us trust him, even if we never have before.
In our house we have been listening to a new children's song about this story, which includes the line “when all I’ve got is a slingshot, you’re the power in me... when I feel little like little David, you’re the power in me”. If you have felt a bit dwarfed by coronavirus and its effect on our lives, why not ask God to help you trust him and rely on his strength - just like David did.
As I write we are in the midst of making plans to open some of the church buildings for people to pray from the beginning of July. There are pages and pages of advice from the Church of England, the government, and all the questions we all have locally about what to do to give people the opportunity to drop in and pray and maybe chat with someone about where God is in all of this. And all the time the news is changing and the advice is changing. It makes everything such a complicated business.
Over the last few months while I have found so much of what is going on really complicated, I have tried to remember three things that I noticed from one of our Easter readings, and which I have been mentioning at most of our online services since. (Do check out elsewhere in this magazine how you can join us on Zoom or Facebook, or give me a ring if you would like to dial in on the phone.)
Uncertain about the reality of the Resurrection (ring any bells for any of you?) Jesus’s friends gather in fear of what might happen to them. The religious authorities had arrested Jesus and crucified him; maybe would they come for his friends as well. Twice it says they locked the doors, presumably both times out of fear, though this is only mentioned clearly once.
Fast forward a few weeks, and the disciples again gather in an upper room, anticipating the fulfilment of Jesus’s promise: the gift of the Holy Spirit. At that point it describes how they are “constantly in prayer.” It has interested me that the disciples seemed to remember to pray here, where before they only resorted to being afraid. In some ways their circumstances hadn’t changed, but their mindset had and this was part of the beginning of the Pentecost story. They remembered to pray.
Secondly, there is a need to recognise that Jesus is with us. Twice the disciples lock themselves in a room. Twice Jesus appears to the disciples. To you and me, of course, the idea of someone appearing in a room when they are locked out of it is the stuff of miracles, or at least magic tricks, but for Jesus who was locked in death but broke out of it, locked in a tomb but escaped from it, this is pretty standard stuff! It really does emphasise Jesus’s overwhelming desire to be with his disciples, and that they would recognise that he is with them.
Then comes a twist in the story. It was surely unsettling for the disciples to realise that now that they had Jesus back, he was seeming to talk about going away again. But Jesus has a plan, and instructs them in John’s gospel to “receive the Holy Spirit.” And everything that they do from that point on is empowered by the Spirit of Jesus, who assures the disciples that he is with them always.
So I have been remembering to pray, both myself and in meeting more often with others from our churches, finding a place to bring my anxiety about the future (by which I mean anything that is going to happen from a point about 30 seconds after I stop praying) and to put my trust in God.
I have been recognising that Jesus is with me; if he can rise from the dead, if he can break free from the tomb, if he can get through locked doors, then nothing need be a barrier to him getting to me. Everything that might separate me from him, including the things that I have done, has been put aside at the cross.
And I have been receiving from the Holy Spirit. This morning as we prayed we remembered how at the very end of the bible it says, “Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.” It’s not any more complicated than telling God you are thirsty.
Three simple principles that bring us to a place of grace, and faith, and rest. I really recommend them to you.
Thank you so much to everyone who sent us in pictures of them, their families, and neighbours, all having a splendid socially-distant time on VE Day. It was lovely to see your celebrations, and to hear from those of you whose memories go back that far. Some of you have also shared with me about how hard it was during wartime, and the way that it affected life, and your family, in an ongoing way. Perhaps that was part of other people’s conversations as well.
I can’t remember VE day, but I do go back 25 years to the 50th anniversary in 1995. Back then my grandparents were really well, and it was a privilege to be with them in their village celebrating, with the bunting everywhere and the 1940s music and the questionable pork products. All the same it was hard for me to imagine that they had been through it, and that they had once looked like this instead of being nearly 80.
VE Day was such a significant day, but it was really one in a series of such days. We all know how important D-Day was, the summer before. Once the Allies had landed in France, a big part of the work was done. We also know that the war didn’t end in May 1945: it went on right through the summer until VJ Day on 15th August. But even then, the consequences of years of conflict reached into many lives, and many years into the future.
As I think about the story of Jesus, and compare it with some of these huge events in the history of the modern world, I notice a few things.
First of all I wonder if D-Day is a little bit like Christmas. The Allies landed on the beaches, and they began to take ground decisively, moving across Europe. In one translation of John’s gospel it describes how, in Jesus, God ‘moved into the neighbourhood.’ He had arrived, and as he grew in age and then in influence, God’s kingdom advanced through him.
And then I wonder if VE Day is more like Easter. The end of the war in Europe was a decisive moment. It was a time of great celebration, because freedom had been won. But it was won at a price. There is a lot of disagreement about the number of military and civilian deaths worldwide during the war, but it might be as many as 85 million. You might not find this a helpful comparison, but as I write Johns Hopkins University estimates the total number of worldwide deaths from Covid-19 to be 372,000. That gives us some sense of the enormity of it. There is a tremendous cost in the Easter story too, but here it is different. The weight of suffering for human evil, sin and mortality is borne on the shoulders of Jesus alone. The death toll is 1. It was an awful cost for Jesus, but for us there is freedom and life worth celebrating.
But the war didn’t end in May 1945, the suffering didn’t end there, and even afterwards there were consequences for people in the rest of the world, and for years to come for all those whose lives would never be the same again. Even now we live in a world where I am convinced Jesus has won us an amazing and eternal victory on the cross, but we suffer. In the midst of a global pandemic we don’t need reminding of this. But just as VE Day gave people so much to look forward to, now through Jesus we really can look forward to the time described at the end of the bible, where there will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” For the moment, all the pictures of people around the world rejoicing on that day are the stuff of my imagination – and hopefully yours – but I look forward to when they are as real as anything you’ve enjoyed looking at in this month’s magazine.
Over Easter weekend I was listening again on and off to the BBC radio commentary of the amazing Headingley test match against Australia. It’s one of several games last year which you might call the Ben Stokes match. We obviously don’t have the rights to show you the final moments of that amazing game, but here is a photo from a dramatic reconstruction we staged in the back garden of the Vicarage. You can see a bit more of it on our Youtube channel which I mention below. It is one of those games where we will always say to each other, where were you? I know where I was as the game reached its climax. I was sitting outside a café in Wales, concentrating on my wife and children whom I was on holiday with, and definitely not being distracted by the game. You can tell from the other picture, can’t you?
I remember heading out from the holiday cottage pretty despondent that England were down to their last batsman, and still 73 from victory. Everything said that it was over, and that Australia were about to win. It was a matter of time. And then came the first stirrings of hope, as Stokes started to hit six, after six, after six. Jack Leach at the other end did his valiant bit, but was reduced to a spectator for long periods. Unbelievably, he did it. Stokes got England over the line, the crowd and the nation erupted, and at one point BBC correspondent Jonathan Agnew cried, “It is an incredible day.”
On Easter Sunday, we remember something that so many of us have heard time and again. And for me, no matter how often I hear that Jesus is alive, I find myself as thrilled as if it is the first time. It is wonderful and new. I think of this story of a man conquering death, and sin, and hell, and I recognise that if it were not true, you just couldn’t invent it. It is so incredible, but so good. What Jesus did for us, what he won for us, is so good.
Because that’s how we feel, isn’t it? We won. Jesus did it, he did it all, but we won. Forgiveness, salvation, eternal life, won for us. On that day, last summer, most of us could only sit and listen. Most of the rest of the England team could only sit and watch. Ben Stokes did it. One man. But we won. That’s a message for this Easter isn’t it? Jesus has won, so we have won. It is not what we did, but what he did for us… what we couldn’t do. Only Jesus could win the battle over darkness and hell and fear and death. And for all of us, as long as we believe and say yes, Jesus did that for me, there is light, and eternity, and hope and life.
It is not for one summer or one Easter, but for eternity. One incredible day after another, forever, through Jesus. Happy Easter everyone.
It was wonderful to gather together as church on 22nd March, even though we had to meet online rather than in our buildings. About 45 of us appeared on screen to celebrate Mothering Sunday, and to think together about some things that Paul says to us about God in the bible which can really help us at this difficult time. If you have access to the internet, I have put a video of this on Facebook and Youtube, which you can find by searching for “Venta group of churches.” It was filmed in Stoke church shortly before we were asked to lock the building.
I sent people looking for things in their houses, starting with something with their name on it. For most of us our name says something about the family we belong to. Mothering Sunday is a day to celebrate the human family big or small, but we also thought about what it means to be part of God’s big family, who all have the name of Jesus in common. We are adopted into it, born again into it, through faith in Jesus, and it is bigger than any place or event: it is about what the Holy Spirit has done in our hearts.
In terms of God’s family, we belong together because we share the same Father. In Ephesians 3 Paul connects the idea of having God as our Father with prayer. At this time we have to pray, and we can pray. God is an amazing Father who loves to hear us pray about anything – and he really does hear.
Then we went looking for plants in our house. Most of us could find one of these. Paul talks about us being rooted and established in love. Lots of you know from your own experience or have seen elsewhere what it is like when a family root each other in love. It is a place where we thrive. A plant needs roots that go down deep to draw in all the good stuff that it needs, and keep it firm and secure. That’s what we can do with God. We can put our roots deep down in him, we can draw on all the goodness he has to offer us, we can trust that he will hold us firm in the storm we find ourselves in.
Last, we found a measuring device of some kind – a ruler, a tape, a jug, and so on. We remembered Paul’s encouragement to us that God can do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine. We measure and count so many things all the time. You will have heard lots of numbers about coronavirus. Some of them are helpful to us. Others could make us a bit scared. Paul says that there is something we cannot measure – and that is what God can do. No person, however much they might like to, can do the immeasurable amount that God can. I can understand if, at the moment, you feel like God can only do a very little, if at all. The good news for you is that he can do immeasurably more. Some of you, on the other hand, will be thinking, God can do the most amazing things! The good news for you, is he can do even more. He can do more than any of us can imagine!
And with this in mind, we keep on praying. There are resources on our website to help us pray. We are meeting as churches every day to pray, and you can join us online or on the phone, if you have no access to the internet. Just give me a ring on one of the numbers on the front of the magazine. And take care, stay well, and God bless all of you.
It’s a funny thing, when you think about it, that one of the things that definitely isn't new about the New Year, is doing new things. Doing new things has become a bit of a tradition, hasn’t it?
With that in mind, I thought you might not mind if I spent a while talking about something new which we have been doing in our churches over the last few months.
Everyone knows about foodbanks now. These centres, many of them run by the Trussell Trust, are working to end hunger and poverty across the UK. In this country more than 14 million people are living in poverty, including 4.5 million children, and there are 1200 foodbank centres providing emergency food to people referred in crisis. The Norwich foodbank is working hard to do this too – the other week they supplied 3 days’ worth of food to 84 people in just one afternoon. You might have donated to them at our local Tesco’s or through school, or even at one of our carol services.
We have been collecting food with the hope of being able to support the Norwich foodbank, and as I write a little before Christmas the boxes are filling up ahead of going over there soon. But that isn't really the main reason we are doing it. Part of our vision as churches is to transform community for good, and we would really like to provide for everyone who is in need in our local area, as well as resourcing a vital project in Norwich and beyond.
And the good news is that it is going really well. Loads of people are being really generous, and putting items of food in our boxes at the churches, the Church Hall, and in the school. It has been a brilliant and encouraging thing to see. But we are only halfway there.
It is a hope of mine that our churches would play a part in eliminating need in the villages. Of course this takes many forms, but one kind of need is hunger. People in our villages are hungry. We know the statistics, so we know they must be, but we don’t hear about it. We can provide for people, and meet their need, but we are not sure who they are.
So maybe you can help us. If you are hungry, and in need, we would like to provide with some support to help you get back on track. Can you get in touch with me and let me know who you are? Or maybe you have a friend or neighbour who could do with help, and you could nudge them in our direction. It would be great for us if you did, because we would feel that our new thing was really bearing the fruit that we had hoped for. You can find my contact details at the bottom of this page. Please get in touch.
As I write this, I am sitting in the house of a nice youth worker, pretending not to overhear the sound of my son and his friends trying to make a film about the true meaning of Christmas. At some point in the next hour, apparently he is going to throw a turkey against the wall. I don’t even know if it is close enough to Christmas for someone to have found an actual turkey anywhere.
Turkey is not actually my favourite thing about Christmas. Perhaps there is one of the Christmas traditions that you would happily swap for something else. Christmas pudding? Cake? Mince pies? Let’s not even mention Brussels Sprouts, shall we?
Christmas carols are like this too. Perhaps you have a favourite, but perhaps there is another which can’t you stand! I probably shouldn’t be drawn on the one I like the least, but I think my favourite is probably O Little Town of Bethlehem. Part of that is the tune, I think. I used to like Hark the Herald Angels Sing best, but it is so high at the end I am not sure I can sing it any more.
It is the words I like best. First of all there is the image of the light of Christ shining in the night of Bethlehem, catching the words of John’s gospel: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness cannot get hold of it.” Then there is the sense that this is what everyone has been waiting for, whether they think it is good news or not: “The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.”
It gets better and better, as Brooks picks up on the image of light in the darkness and reworks it, talking about how Jesus is being born into a world of sin, but ready to enter into anyone who will receive him. It’s John’s gospel again: “to everyone who believes in his name he gives the right to become children of God.” He knows he’s hit on a really powerful image here, and he repeats it a couple of times in his prayer in the last verse, which is as close to perfect as anything in any hymn book anywhere:
O holy child of Bethlehem
Descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin, and enter in
Be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel
I suppose I love it so much because it reflects a lot of how the Christmas story became my story. It was realising that God was not far away, as I had always feared, but was closer than I dared hope. It was knowing, no matter what I’d done, that God’s light could drive out the darkness in me. It was the promise of a new birth, a new start, with Jesus dwelling at the heart of me.
“Why do you think we celebrate Christmas?” I can hear my son asking his fictional mum. I know why I do. It’s because Jesus has come close to me, has forgiven me, has given me new life, has come to live in me. What about you? Hopefully, at the very least, it’s about more than just the turkey.
Do you know any good lightbulb jokes? They go something like “How many Donald Trumps does it take to change a lightbulb?” “One – he just has to hold it still while everything else revolves around him.” They are all the same, really. They all have the same structure, and most of them are not really that funny.
I have to admit to having a problem with lightbulbs. I don’t mean I eat them or anything, but you know, they blow up, and then I have to go to a shop and buy some more, except there isn’t a shop, and I will probably be going to Tesco tomorrow but I will forget them then, so really when I do remember I should buy loads at once, except that since they made them all snazzy they got really expensive and I don’t want to spend £15 on lightbulbs, so anyway now I have one missing in my living room, because I had one missing on the landing already and then the other one went so I had to swap one of them over. We are about 3 lightbulbs away from total darkness at the moment. I can’t change lightbulbs. I can’t change the way I manage lightbulbs. Maybe I should try and change someone else. Maybe I should put my wife in charge of lightbulbs, and make her understand that it is her responsibility to change our circumstances. Maybe there is a way my children are switching the switches on and off that is making the bulbs go.
Why was I talking about lightbulbs? Oh, yes. Change. I have been reading a lot of bible passages recently about how God changes people, and getting really excited by them. One of them is about a meeting between Peter and Cornelius. Peter is a man who has spent years being changed by Jesus, from the first time Jesus called him and his brother and their friends from their fishing boats to be the first disciples. But Jesus never stops changing him. The fact that Peter preached in such a powerful way on the day of Pentecost that 3000 people decided to follow Jesus doesn’t mean he is the finished article. Because now, Jesus wants Peter to understand that the good news of Jesus is not just for Jewish people like him, but anyone, and so he shows Peter an amazing vision to help him understand that he is not to call anything (or anyone) unclean any more.
At the same time, Cornelius, a Roman solider, a man who knows about God, and gives to the poor, and prays, and does lots of good things, is going to be changed. God appears to him as well, and gets him to send for Peter. Peter, now convinced he can enter anyone’s house, and meet with anyone, and eat with anyone, does as God asks, and goes with Cornelius’s servant back to his home. The two of them tell their stories of how God appeared to them, and Peter shares the good news of Jesus, and immediately the Holy Spirit is poured out on Cornelius’s household. They are all changed in a moment as they believe in Jesus, and Peter and his Jewish friends are changed as they realise, for the first time, that the good news truly is for anyone.
Peter is changed yet again, and Cornelius and his household perhaps for the first time. But that’s what Jesus is like. It makes no difference to him if we have followed him, and allowed him to change us, for years, or we are just starting out now, just coming to believe in the good news of eternal life that he offers us. And we can start today. A little prayer, asking for God’s help and forgiveness, is all it takes. But it makes all the difference. I know something that small can make all the difference, from my own experience of following Jesus, and because the other day, I finally bought some lightbulbs.
A few things recently have got me thinking again about what it means to see Jesus.
One of them was a story of Jesus healing a blind man. People bring him out to Jesus, pleading with him to touch him. Remarkably, Jesus leads him out of the village, perhaps further than he has gone before, and then rubs saliva on his eyes. He’s also not immediately healed; instead, he says he can see people, but they look like trees walking about. Only then, a second time, is he healed as Jesus prays for him.
Then there’s another story, which I wasn’t sure was true, of a pulpit in the church where the preacher got up to speak, and saw written on a little sign on the inside of it, which only he could read, “We would like to see Jesus.” I say I wasn’t sure it was true: on the internet there are a whole load of brass plaques just like this, stuck to the inside of pulpits all over the place, so it’s certainly caught on in any case.
Both of these stories show us something of what it means to see Jesus. Often in the bible it is something which seems miraculous or dramatic, like a blind person being healed, or a vision of Jesus in heaven in all of his glory. And it is dramatic, and it is miraculous, but it is also something which is happening all over the world all of the time, as people begin to see Jesus for themselves. Often it happens because there are people like the blind man’s friends, who bring someone to find out more. Or maybe there is someone like Philip, who is on hand when someone comes and makes an amazing request: ‘We want to see Jesus.” Those people, by the way, were Greeks, and not the obvious customers for this wandering Jewish preacher, but they found the disciple with the Greek name, who spoke Greek, and made contact through him.
Seeing has also been on my mind because we have been doing some thinking in some of our churches about vision. We have done a little exercise where we try to picture – see – what our churches might be like in a couple of years if the vision God has given us begins to bear fruit. It has been so exciting to reflect what that might be like, and to think what the next steps might be to helping us get from where we are now to this new place which we have seen.
And one of the things this always involves, is more folks from our communities finding faith in Jesus. We want to see more people see Jesus. It might happen suddenly and out of nowhere, like sometimes in the bible. But it’s more likely to happen because you let us know that you want to see Jesus, or someone takes you along to him, so he can help you to see. Would you let me know if I can do that for you?
What did you want to be when you grew up? What do you want to be when you grow up?
Some people turn out to be exactly what they wanted to be when they are little. Apparently Mark Zuckerberg, the Facebook guy, always wanted to be a computer programmer. But other famous people wanted to be sports stars, like lots of us; John Grisham and George Clooney had hopes as baseball players before they became writers and actors, and George Lucas would rather have been a racing driver than create the most famous film franchise of all time.
We had an amazing treat the other week when we went to watch Matilda at the Theatre Royal. Some of you will have been along as well, or maybe to London to see it there. Perhaps the most famous song in the play – and they are all amazing – is called When I grow up. It starts with the smallest children in the cast singing (and swinging) about what it will be like when they all grow up. Next come some bigger children. Their hopes are slightly different, but not much. They’re all swinging, too: so far, so entertaining.
But then it gets really clever, because Matilda’s teacher, Miss Honey, joins in, and it turns out she hasn’t finished growing up either, and she echoes one of the children: “I will be brave enough to fight the creatures that you have to fight beneath the bed each night to be a grown-up.”
While it doesn’t usually feel to me that the scary stuff is underneath my bed, waiting to jump out and get me, to be honest I know the feeling. Because I think we can all feel that one day, we won’t be afraid of the things we are afraid of. One day, that stuff won’t bother us any more. One day, we will all be grown-ups.
I wonder if the reason that things don’t always work out as the children hope is because, like them, we become convinced that it is something we have to do: I will be brave enough. But what if we aren’t?
For a long time I have found a lot of comfort in words like these from the bible: “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Plenty of other people do, too. When I started to type that sentence into Google the verse came up really quickly. It turns out lots of people like to remind themselves that they do not need to fight all their own battles (and presumably most of them are adults). Maybe it’s less a question of who, or what we will be when we are grown up. Maybe it’s more to do with knowing that the God who will fight for us is bigger than anything that might hide under our beds, however still we might lie on them.
Sometimes things happen that you will probably never forget, and will become moments in the future where you will always be able to remember where you were at the time. One of those, for me, came on 14th July when, at the fourth time of asking, and after six fairly disappointing tournaments in a row, England at last won the most exciting cricket World Cup final ever. I know there are many of you who aren’t anything like as interested in cricket as I am, and lots of people all around the world who have never even heard of cricket, but our win came very near the 50th anniversary of something almost everyone has heard of, even if we can’t all quite remember – the first successful moon landing in July 1969. I bet a lot of you could tell me exactly where you were when you heard about it.
I have been reading about it again over the last week or so, and I was reminded of something that I had seen before but had forgotten since, which was that Buzz Aldrin, who was an elder in his local church near Houston, took communion on the moon. The bread was carried in a food packet like everything else they took with them to eat, but his church had given him a silver cup that was small enough to carry with him. Did you know there is just about enough gravity on the moon to pour wine?
Aldrin celebrated the moment quietly and personally so as to avoid controversy: Neil Armstrong watched on to one side. He read from a scrap of paper Jesus’s words in John 15:5: “I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, and I in him, will bear much fruit, for you can do nothing without me.”
Then, in Aldrin’s own words, “I poured the wine into the chalice our church had given me. In the one-sixth gravity of the moon the wine curled slowly and gracefully up the side of the cup. It was interesting to think that the very first liquid ever poured on the moon, and the first food eaten there, were communion elements.” After taking the elements, Aldrin says he “sensed especially strongly my unity with our church back home, and with the church everywhere.”
Aldrin remembered Jesus’s sacrifice for all of us, and in reading those words of Jesus he touched on a very powerful truth. It is amazing to think that Aldrin had reached the pinnacle of human achievement to that moment, but didn’t think he could do anything on his own. It’s a lesson I often need to remember. This is also such an encouragement to those of us who feel we struggle to manage on our own: “Whoever remains in me, and I in them, will bear much fruit.” Because we aren’t meant to. Jesus wants us to know that he is for us, and he is with us, always.
In the end, Buzz Aldrin was just remembering some words a man spoke to God long ago, that found their fulfilment in Jesus: “Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there…” So next time you talk to someone about where they were when the first men landed on the moon, you will know where God was, too. He was there. He was there in the simple, beautiful act of a man who had achieved everything he had dreamed of, but couldn’t do anything on his own.
At the moment, if I asked you if you were enjoying the World Cup, you might well answer, “Which one?” As I write, we are making our way through the group stages of the Women’s football World Cup, and the men’s cricket World Cup, and England are looking good in both of them. If you have been watching either, you will have seen some great individual performances, but in the end it so often comes down to teamwork. By the time you read this, the final will be in sight, and the best team will surely have the best chance of winning the trophy.
Recently I have been thinking about teamwork in connection with the fact that God is revealed in the bible as three as well as one: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Pretty much as soon as we get talking about this idea, we begin to struggle to picture it, because it seems almost impossible for our brains to imagine something being 3 and 1 at the same time. All the examples Christians give run out of steam in the end; we might talk about a thing having three parts, like an egg, or someone being experienced in three different ways, like me as a father, a brother, or a son, and so on, but none of them are ever really three and one at once like God is.
That’s why it is so helpful to concentrate on the effect of these three working together, if we can’t quite picture the reality. One of the ways we can do that is to look at some of the places in the bible where it mentions the work of the Father, Son and Spirit all in the same place. We see that in the teaching of Jesus, who tells his friends that he is going to ask the Father to send them the Holy Spirit. That’s Jesus the Son, asking God the Father, to send the Holy Spirit.
I love this one little phrase so much for a few reasons, but most of all because Jesus uses the word ‘will’, which means it is a promise: I will ask the Father, and he will send the Spirit. I hope I don’t often break big promises, but I am conscious of the number of little commitments I make with best intentions and then don’t follow up because I forget, or don’t quite get around to it. Some of you will feel that people have let you down over much bigger things. But this is not my promise, but the promise of Jesus, who is faithful and reliable in every way.
Jesus asks the Father, the Father gives, and the Spirit is the gift. Jesus is consistent in offering the Holy Spirit, and says in another place that the Father will give him if we ask. He will give because he is a good Father, and if we fathers with our failings know how to give good gifts to our children, how much more will God our Father give us the good gift of the Holy Spirit if we ask him.
My own experience of the Holy Spirit, especially at some of the hardest times in my life, has been that he is deeply, deeply good, and so I have no hesitation in encouraging people to ask God for him. He is truly the gift of God, of the Father and of the Son, and reveals to us how very wonderful the best of teamwork can be.
Last month I wrote about how we were going to put on a prayer space in the school, and we had a great time. Have a look elsewhere in the magazine to read what we got up to. We are grateful to the school for helping us in so many ways, not least in letting us in the front door over and over again as we came and went with our stuff and so on.
One of the things I noticed as we were walking through the playground at lunchtime was the duty staff in their tabards with the words “Can I help you” written on. It struck me that it was such a helpful thing for the children to see first as they approach one of the adults: “Here’s someone who wants to help me.”
It got me thinking about how much the bible talks about God being someone who helps us. In the Psalms King David sings “Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.” People cry out to God: “I lift my eyes up to the mountains: where does my help come from?” A little earlier in the story the great leader Samuel puts up a stone in the ground, saying “This far God has helped us.” In the New Testament Jesus’s heart goes out to people when he sees that they are “harassed and helpless.” There are so many more examples, all of them pointing together towards the truth that God is someone who wants to help us.
And as God helps us, he calls us to help each other. Since the early part of this century there has been an international movement called “Pay it Forward”, encouraging people to pass on to others the kindness they have received. Jesus never expected his undeserved kindness to us to stop in our hands, but to be paid forward: he challenges the disciples that any kindness they do not show to the hungry, or thirsty, to strangers, to the poor, sick, or prisoners, is a kindness they do not show to him.
And so I have been reflecting how as communities, and especially as churches, we can get to a point where when people in any kind of need think of us, the first thing in their minds is “Here’s someone who wants to help me…”
We hope we are doing a lot to help, from groups for new mums, pre-schoolers and their carers, through our work in the school, and right the way through life to the dementia café and the support we offer people who have been bereaved. But one thing that we have done a little more of in the past than we are doing at the moment is providing for those in our villages who are struggling to make ends meet for whatever reason. One of the first easy things that we can do is to put some boxes out, in the churches and the halls, where anyone can leave some tins and packets of food that we can pass on to anyone in need who approaches us, and that people can even take something from if they want. We are happy to give anything spare to the Norwich Foodbank, but the main aim is to help people in the villages here. So please do get in touch, confidentially, if you would like a bit of support, or if you would like to speak to us on behalf of anyone else in that situation. We’re asking if we can help you, but we need you to let us know if that is the case.
We are really pleased to be putting on a prayer space in the primary school this month, partly to give the whole school community the chance to breathe a little before the SATS arrive the week after. Lots of you will be wondering what a prayer space is, so watch out next time and hopefully we will be able to print some pictures of what we have been up to as well.
Thinking about the prayer space got me wondering about the whole idea of making space to pray. Yes, it is a tricky thing in the busy life of a primary school, but what makes it difficult for you and me as well sometimes?
Well first of all, space is a place. At the school we are going to be transforming their fantastic outdoor classroom into our prayer space, but there is also the question of where we find it easiest to pray. Some people tell me that they like to pray while they are walking the dog. Others pop into the church. When I sat down with someone recently to reflect on my experience of prayer, and the struggles I sometimes have, her first question surprised me: “Where do you pray?” She reckoned that it was most important for me to have somewhere that I regularly sit. A place where you might not get disturbed. A place where you are not reminded, by looking round, of everything else that you ought to be doing. Where do you pray?
Second, time is space. There is always something else that we could all be doing. Just looking over at my Google tasks as I write this tells me that there are about 20 things I could be doing at the moment instead of pray, and nearly all of them are important. Will I ignore the lengthening list of jobs a little longer, and stop to pray? And when will I pray? I don’t think it has to be the same time of day for everyone, but I am reminded that someone once advised me to “give God my best time.” So because I am much more awake in the morning than I am in the evening, or especially in the afternoon, I try to give God time earlier in the day.
But there is something else about prayer space which is more important still, and is to do with what is going on inside our heads and our hearts. Because prayer is about allowing God space too. If I pray I am doing two important things. To begin with, I am recognising that I cannot manage everything myself, which is what the world is so very good at training us to do. Next, I am saying that when things happen that I cannot manage, which they do to all of us in the end, that I believe that God can do something about it, which is where faith comes in. Faith is a lot of things, but maybe it is partly allowing God the space to be Lord, and King, and make a difference in the world.
Have you heard of kintsugi pottery? It comes from a Japanese word meaning ‘golden joinery’, which refers to the way that broken pots are fixed back together with golden paint along the joins, so that the final piece is more beautiful than ever. I have been thinking about it for the last week or so, on and off, and have just started to make some connections with the Easter story.
We often run ahead in our minds to Easter Sunday, and all the golden joinery of the resurrection, but Easter starts with something broken. It starts with someone broken. For obvious practical reasons, people making kintsugi pots break them on purpose, in a bag, so they don’t lose any of the bits. The story of Good Friday is far more brutal. There is no creative, sanitised breaking here, no consideration for the damage that might be left behind. There is only the crushing death of God’s Son, Jesus, pure and pristine, a vessel full of the beauty and presence and splendour of God.
As Jesus is broken on the cross, we might notice a couple of things. The first is that people did this. We can trace through the last chapters of the gospel story a less-than-golden thread of betrayal and abandonment and mob hysteria, as he is offered up for crucifixion. But Christians have not stopped there, and have always put themselves in the place of those who caused Jesus’s death, recognising that all of us have weaknesses, brokenness and failings which need to be made right by God.
We might also notice God himself – or not. I say this because in the story of Good Friday, there are lots of questions about God. Is he watching on and allowing people to do this to Jesus? Is he actively causing the death of his Son on the cross? Is he there at all? If he is, why does Jesus famously call out “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” On Good Friday, everything seems shattered.
But this is not the end of the Easter story. Jesus does not remain in the tomb any more than the broken pieces of the pot remain in the bag. They are taken out, painstakingly put back together, every crack gilded so the new is that much more wonderful than the old. The risen Jesus bears the marks of the crucifixion, but in the light of the resurrection the scars are glorious, and that Friday really does become Good.
All of us need to be put back together. Some of us will read these words and be very conscious of the struggles, and weakness, and brokenness of our human lives, and others of us will not at all. But we all need to be put back together, just the same. Our world needs to be put back together. In a truly amazing passage from one of his letters, Paul writes, “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” Elsewhere he writes of God’s power that the same strength which raised Christ from the dead is at work in us now. We are clay jars which are cracked so that the gold and the glory of God shines through.
No pot ever put itself back together. No pot ever painted over its own cracks with gold. And no more can we. But God’s power can. If it can raise Christ from the dead, if it can put the crucified Jesus back together, even more glorious than before, then it can surely do the same for you, for me, for our churches and communities, for this often broken world in which we live.
Which are your favourite songs? This morning I was thinking again about Desert Island Discs, and specifically about the famous opera singer who chose seven recordings of herself singing, out of the eight she was allowed. In fact, the eighth piece of music was from a recording of an opera that she was in as well; she just didn’t happen to be singing on that one.
Most of us wouldn’t only choose songs like this, I hope. Perhaps we might choose someone else singing? What would our favourite songs say about us, and the things we find important?
A favourite song of mine (which you can listen to at the bottom) begins
The sun comes up, there’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing your song again
One of the reasons I am particularly thinking of this song as I write is that we have just had a glorious, sunny week, and it feels like spring is on the way. Of course by the time you read this, we will be a year on from when we were in the vicelike grip of the Beast from the East, so I shouldn’t be hasty. But the sun coming up prompts me to be thankful to God for the gift of every new day. Every day is worth singing about.
And every day is worth singing God’s song about, too. There are days when we really feel like singing, and others when we just don’t. Maybe we just got out of the wrong side of bed this morning, but perhaps life is really, really difficult for all sorts of reasons. The song recognises this, because it continues
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes
We all have things happen to us which we might not want, and none of us knows, at least for this life, what the future holds. But because of everything that God has done for us, the singing is to continue all the same. In fact, it is to continue even in the toughest times of life:
And on that day when my strength is failing
The end draws near and my time has come
We are always called to sing God’s song. I am so convinced about this, and I like this song so much, that I have attempted to learn it on the piano, which I can’t really play at all. It doesn’t sound all that great, and certainly not the equal of the Grammy-winning original. Yes, it won a Grammy! It also doesn’t match a world-famous opera singer. But when I do it, because I’m not brilliant, I am not delighting in the sound of my own voice. I am singing God’s song.
A couple of years ago now, I was watching BBC News and they were talking about a student who was having one of these wide awake brain operations that you may have seen on the TV. In fact, I am sure I have met someone around the villages who has had one themselves. The medics needed to get the patient to sing to test what they were doing to his brain. And I watched, captivated, as his croaky voice broke into the chorus of this same song:
Bless the Lord, o my Soul, o my Soul,
Worship His holy Name
Sing like never before, o my Soul,
I’ll worship his holy Name
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before us, we can always sing God’s song.
Please pray for God’s calling of a new Diocesan Bishop
Here is a message being sent around the whole Diocese ahead of a really important meeting tomorrow in the process of choosing the next Bishop of Norwich. Please do use the excellent prayer at the bottom over the months to come, but especially in the next few days and around 11th and 12th March:
The Crown Nominations Commission meet tomorrow (Tuesday 22 January) and on 11 & 12 March to discern who will be our new Diocesan Bishop.
They will be considering the comments, views and suggestions that have been submitted during the consultation process, and make the appointment if a suitable candidate is found.
The Vacancy in See Committee ask for the prayers of the diocese for all those involved in the process, and especially for the Crown Nominations Commission and its members.
Below is a form of words that we hope will be helpful:
Eternal God, our shepherd and guide, in your mercy give your Church in this Diocese a shepherd after your own heart who will walk in your ways, and with loving care watch over your people. Give us a leader of vision and a teacher of truth. So may your Church grow and be built up, and by your grace accomplish more than we can imagine, for the glory of your name, through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
Facebook tells us that last year's Christmas stones were everyone's favourite thing in 2017. Maybe this year's will be too! They are inviting you to #followthestar to come along to the Crib Service and find Jesus this Christmas, and they are going out around the village today. Will you find one? Don't forget to post a picture of your stones below!
Did you know that researchers have got really interested in the ‘Like’ button on Facebook? In case you are one of the lucky people who doesn’t know what I am talking about, it is a button you can click on if you ‘like’ what someone has posted. People have been doing some research about it, and have found that not only did Facebook spend ages working out which word they should use to make it most popular for people, but unsurprisingly that we are getting addicted to that nice warm feeling we get when someone clicks to say they like our message. When lots of people click to say they like our message.
There is another button you get on Facebook and Twitter (and others I am sure) which interests me even more. It is called ‘Follow’. I don’t know quite why you think they chose the word ‘Follow’, but it is important to me. It is the word that best describes the way I think God calls me to relate to Jesus. When Jesus chose his first disciples, of course they physically followed him from place to place, but they also followed his teaching, and tried to live according to it. They followed what he was doing, and tried to copy it. They followed him to the cross, and the empty tomb, and understood that that was to be the pattern for their lives. Following Jesus was, and is, an exciting and dynamic and lifechanging thing.
And that brings us to this Christmas, and the Christmas card you will have received with this magazine, inviting you to ‘Follow the Star’. Like churches all over the country, we are using this phrase to prompt you to think about what following the star to Jesus means. For many of you, that will mean joining us at one of the wonderful Christmas events you can read about in this magazine, in the card, or on our website, but the invitation goes further than that too. This Christmas you might want to do what the first disciples did, and think about what it means to follow and believe in Jesus’s teaching; to see what he is doing and try to copy it; to follow him through this life and into the next.
Every Christmas we have so many good things happening around the churches, and there is so much to enjoy and to like. You might even find yourself reflecting that you really like a certain event that we put on. It is easy enough to click on the ‘Like’ button when you see it advertised on our Facebook page, and you’ll make all of us at the churches feel very happy when you do. (And Facebook will notice you doing it, and keep sending you more of our stuff – hooray!) But for some of you this Christmas God is calling you into a deeper and more meaningful relationship than that. He’s pointing out that other button. That rather more challenging one. The one that says, ‘Follow.’
Learning to hear God's voice with Mark Aldridge, New Wine
Posted: Tue, 14 Aug, 2018 (6 years ago) - by Rob
We are really pleased to welcome Mark Aldridge to this New Wine East event on Saturday 13th October from 10am-4pm. Mark is the Director of Church Leadership Development for New Wine, and loves to teach on the prophetic, healing, the Kingdom of God and the mission of the Church. He will be sharing exciting stories and principles from his book Learning to hear God's voice... and live a prophetic lifestyle. Copies will be available on the day.
We suggest a contribution of £5 on the door, which includes drinks: you will need to bring your own lunch. Please click here to book in, or via our Facebook page 'Venta Group of Churches'. We look forward to seeing you there!
It was an “all age” street party ranging from two to three months old, to some of us where three score years and ten have now become a distant memory and all ages in-between.
Organised jointly by the Parish Council and Church Council and with much help from the residents of South Wood Drive where the party was held.
Soon after 10 o’clock on the Sunday morning garden chairs and tables began to appear, bunting was being fixed to fences and walls, gazebos being erected and the sun was shining in a clear blue sky, a perfect day for a street party.
With the BBQ’s in place and Simon and George ready for action, people started to arrive at
about 1 o’clock with sausages and burgers for cooking. A huge range of cakes had been laid out next to the teas and coffee and these were all looked after by an enthusiastic group of young people, Eliza, Ruby, Ori, Uma, Grace (Woods), Grace (Baker), and Samuel, and with Jonathan looking after the cold drinks.
Various games were being played and Peter provided music to add atmosphere to the proceedings and at one point there was 80+ people all enjoying food and conversation with neighbours and friends.
Thank you to William who was busy with his camera and many photographs were taken some of which are here, more will be on display in the church.
A very big thank you to all who helped in any way and also a big thank you to those of you who supported the party and we hope everyone had a lovely afternoon in the sun.
If you were with us in the Church Hall on Sunday 4th you'll remember that our curate Lyn preached a brillliant sermon from 1 Corinthians 2, speaking of the way that Jesus and the crucifixion are good news for us, encouraging us to share, and telling us some of her experience of hearing Billy Graham speak at Carrow Road in the light of his recent death. It is so worth reading again, or catching up with if the snow kept you away: just click on Resources at the top of this page and scroll down...
With our 2018 APCMs in full swing, we have uploaded our annual report to the website (click here) so you can read lots of great news about everything that has been happening in our churches this year. There are copies available in the churches, but we thought it might help you to be able to see it online. Happy reading!
In view of the continuing snowy and icy conditions, and the relative inaccessibility of Caistor and Stoke churches, we have decided that we will hold one service only tomorrow, Sunday 4th March, at 10.30 am in the Church Hall. Both the 9am and Taize services at Caistor, and the evening Gathering at Mulbarton, will not be happening tomorrow. We look forward to seeing as many of you as possible at the Church Hall as we gather to worship together. Please do not attempt to travel if it is not safe to do so. Please continue to pray and care for one another and those around you.
In view of the difficult road conditions and the threat of more snow tonight, we have made some changes to our plans for this weekend:
The Lent breakfast on Saturday morning WILL NOT be taking place. Please do not attempt to come to the Church Hall.
As it stands, we are planning to go ahead with our Sunday morning services as normal at Caistor at 9, and Stoke at 10.30. In the event that we decide tomorrow that conditions at the churches are too difficult, we will rearrange both those services, meeting together to worship in the Church Hall at 10.30am, where access is level, and the building, drinks and welcome will be warm! We will email out, and post messages on Facebook and the website. I will leave a recorded message on my phone as well.
We are hoping that the conditions might have improved sufficiently by Sunday evening to enable the 5pm Taize service at Caistor and the 7pm evening Gathering at Mulbarton to go ahead, so those ones are still happening at the moment.
Please do pray and look out for one another, keep safe, and keep looking at emails, Facebook and the website to get an update tomorrow. And PLEASE pass this message on!
We had a great time yesterday at our first ever allstars CLub! About 20 children from Stoke primary school came along and had a great time thinking about the Parable of the Lost Sheep, with songs and games and crafts and the compulsory drinks and snacks... We are very grateful to our super team of helpers who made everything possible, and are so excited to see how this grows and develops in the months to come! Please do keep praying for us!
All Foundation-Year 6 children are welcome to join us at our brand new after-school club, as well as any older helpers who would like to join in! If you’d like to come along, or find out more, contact us on admin@venta-group.org, or 01508 492305.
We really need to know in advance if you are coming to help us plan ahead, but please do just come along if you don’t manage to get in touch for any reason. All children must be signed in and out by a responsible adult.
We had a fantastic weekend with John at the beginning of November, and I know lots of you from around the churches will be wanting to go over some of his material from the weekend as we pray and plan ahead, asking God how he will lead us forward from here. The good news is that audio of John's teaching from Saturday and Sunday morning is now on the Resources section of this website in its own category, together with the Powerpoint slides from Saturday. I am sorry that the sound is a little patchy in places, but almost all of it is clear enough to make out well. We will see if we can get the Sunday evening recording on here soon too. Loads to feed on, and pray through - do listen again with a home group, or talk and pray it over with a friend. The PCCs are already thinking it all over too!
It is an exciting week for us here in the churches, and it got off to a great start yesterday, as we celebrated sending off 97 shoeboxes around the world with Operation Christmas Child, and then welcomed 42 children and their families to the Light Party in the Church Hall. Please do join me in thanking God for this wonderful day.
There is much more to look forward to, though! On Wednesday 1st at 7.30pm, we are meeting together to pray for our churches and communities, and for the world, at 60 Caistor Lane from 7.30pm. It would be great to see a whole selection of folks from across the group with us there.
Then this weekend, 4th-5th November, we are really pleased to have John McGinley with us. John is the vicar of Holy Trinity Church in Leicester, and a regional director for the New Wine movement, but most importantly a Norfolk boy. He will be sharing some ideas about being disciples of Jesus from his fantastic recent book Mission-Shaped Grace, which helps us to understand how following Jesus and sharing our faith with others fit together in clear and practical ways. We are having a day at St George’s Hall from 10am-4pm on Saturday – come along for as much as you can… we will be providing hot drinks and water, but we would love you to bring some lunch for yourself, and some cake/biscuits to share. Please do let me know you are coming by email to admin@venta-group.org. John will be staying with us for Sunday too, and will be speaking on a different theme at our morning services at 9am at Caistor and 10.30am at Stoke, and then again at a celebration service at Mulbarton church at 7pm.
Talking about sharing faith... this Wednesday 11th October
Posted: Tue, 10 Oct, 2017 (7 years ago) - by Rob
Some of us got together last week, to think together about how we feel about sharing our faith - why we find it awkward or difficult, and reasons why it is important. We watched a couple of the videos from the Thy Kingdom Come website, which really helped us to talk. If you didn't see them, you can catch up with them all here: https://www.thykingdomcome.global/faith. Whether or not you manage to watch them, we'd love to see you this week. We'll do a little recap to get us started. Wednesday 11th October, 7.30pm in the Church Hall.
The Venta Group of churches is seeking to appoint a new administrator for 8 hours a week to help manage the work of the church office. Are you interested in engaging with people? Are you sympathetic to a Group of Church of England churches seeking to bear witness to Jesus Christ? If so, this vacancy could be for you. Further details of how to apply and a job description can be obtained by emailing the vicar Rob Baker at rob@venta-group.org or telephoning 01508 492305. Application closing date: 31st October 2017.
It is an amazing privilege to be able to spend time with God, and to know that he hears our prayers—more than the best of human fathers. Across our group of churches we are meeting more regularly now, to pray that God’s kingdom will come in the world, and in our communities here, and that people will come to know Jesus. Please come and join us to pray anywhere, any time. Our prayers will cross parish boundaries as we hold the different villages before God wherever we are; please do cross them yourselves and join us as much as you can.
All the dates are in the diary/ events section of this website, and we have put a flyer in the Resources section of this website too.
Bishop Alan has moved from Stoke Holy Cross to Wymondham (staying in the same job!) and we asked him to reflect on his time in the village for the next Free For All...
We have really enjoyed our time living in Stoke Holy Cross. Highlights would be the quietness and night skies with no street lights, giving us a view of the splendour of the stars. Walking to the bottom of the garden and watching the barn owls hunting along the Tas Valley. We had a few cold winters when we first came, and the frozen flooded meadows were beautiful.
One member of the family will really miss the garden and the view, and the excitement of a passing muntjac or pheasant. And the sunsets.
It has also been a treat to live near to Caistor Roman Town, and to be able to enjoy the wonderful walks there, along with so many friendly local walkers and dog-walkers.
It has been strange living in a village that we¹ve not been able to get to know well as my role has taken me to 275 churches all over south and east Norfolk. We are grateful, however, for the welcome we¹ve always received from those of you we have met, and will miss Stoke Holy Cross.
The move to Wymondham will bring some practical advantages: a rather better laid-out house for the work of a Bishop, and it will be a more accessible place for those who have to visit me, particularly for users of public transport.
We leave with many happy memories, and wish you all in this lovely community God¹s richest blessing. + Alan and Pippa, Tasha and Belle
By the time you read this magazine, we will have celebrated our harvest services on 24th September; the allotment association had their show a few weeks before us, and you will probably have seen some of the tremendous entrants in the pictures on the cover. They confirm for me a long-held suspicion that I am not a natural gardener!
Harvest is a great time of year, because it gives us an opportunity to be thankful. Life can be so full of things to do, people to catch up with, or plans to make, that we can lose track a little of all the good stuff that is going on in the midst of it all. Sometimes, of course, it is the opposite problem: if we are lonely or bereaved, or life is a struggle for different reasons, we can find it hard to see the things to be thankful for amongst the difficulties too.
One of the big ideas of the Christian faith is that gratitude produces generosity. I have always felt that one of the signs of how grateful I am to God for all that he has done for me, is how much my instinct is to respond to the need I see in the world, including in people close to me, with generosity. (I’m not suggesting at all, by the way, that only Christians are generous, but I am suggesting that all Christians should be.)
As well as our Harvest services, which often offer an opportunity to give to those in need around us,
later on this autumn we will be having our shoebox service at Arminghall, which is happening this
year as a joint event for our whole group of churches on Sunday 29th October at 10.30am. It is a
great opportunity to show gratitude for all that we have, by offering generosity to those who have
very little. All it takes is an old shoebox, a few little bits from the shops (which you can start to
collect now), and a little donation to send it on its way. You can pick up a leaflet from one of the
churches, or google ‘Operation Christmas Child’. If you would rather just drop off a few items to be
packed into a box, then you can get them to the Vicarage or to Annie at Bluebell Lodge, Arminghall
Lane by the middle of October. Finished boxes can be brought along to the service, or dropped in
with Annie or at the Vicarage.
One of my favourite verses in the Bible says, ‘Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved
children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us.
God’s generosity gives us so much to be thankful for, and makes us generous in our turn.
Our Free For All magazine this month (download in the resources section) contains some great contributions from some important leavers from Stoke Holy Cross Primary School: the Y6 pupils, and retiring headteacher Sue Simmonds. There are also words and pictures from the ordination of our new curate, Lyn Marsh, on Saturday 1st July, as she begins an exciting new phase of ministry with us in our churches and wider community.
For all of them now, and for all of us in different times, life is full of movement and change. You might be one of those people who has lived in the same place for a long time, or always had the same job, or always been surrounded by your family, but things still change, and things still move.
Often when things change there are great things to remember to take with us. The articles by Mrs Simmonds and the Year 6 leavers are full of happy memories of their time at the school, and Lyn’s ordination was a day to celebrate what has gone before, just as much as what is going to come in the future.
Every year, just before the end of term, one of us from the churches goes in to visit the Year 6 pupils before they get ready to leave and join their various high schools. We give them a book called It’s Your Move, which helps them to think about the challenges and opportunities ahead.
This year, we focused on the fact that the future will hold lots of choices for them. They may know which school they are going to, but which subjects will they choose when they get there? Who will they make friends with? What will they have for lunch?! We had good fun choosing between different snacks for different reasons. Sorry to the person who had to choose between a carrot and a stick of celery.
We had a look at the bible story of Joseph, which we have been thinking about in our Friday assemblies as well. It is not so much a technicolour dreamcoat of a story as a patchwork quilt of choices – some good, some bad, some Joseph’s, some other people’s. Sometimes Joseph gets in trouble for doing the wrong thing, and sometimes he gets in trouble for doing the right thing. Things haven’t changed that much in 4000 years or so! The other way things haven’t changed is that in the same way God was with Joseph through thick and thin, Jesus promises his followers that he will always be with them too. All of us who are going through changes at the moment, whether they are big or small, can know that Jesus will always be with us too, as long as we follow him. It’s a choice we can all make, and it’s our move.
Once when I visited my grandparents when I was growing up, my Grandad told me the story of a local eccentric, ‘Mad’ Jack Fuller. He was famous for building follies – buildings with no real purpose. One of these was a replica of the local church spire (pictured) which he put in the middle of one of his fields. The story goes that Jack had had a bet with a friend that they could see the (real) spire from his house, and it turned out that they couldn’t, and he lost. He was determined never to lose a bet like that again, so he just built one that he could see.
In the churches this month we have been thinking about what it means to ‘be church’. We use this expression because church is, above all other things, people, not a building. I often remind people that the building where we meet is named after us, and not the other way round. In one of few passages in the New Testament where the church is described as a building, Peter writes that the people are like living stones, being built together into a dwelling place for God.
This building, unlike Mad Jack’s folly, is a building with a purpose: to be a holy priesthood. This building – this group of people, Peter says, is to become more like God, and be a sign of God for people.
One of the brilliant things about the church is that it isn’t designed to reserve particular jobs for particular people, unlike the kings or the priests in the Old Testament. All of God’s people are called to be holy, becoming more and more like Jesus in the things they think and say and do. All of God’s people are called to be priests, sharing Jesus with people through the things that they think and say and do. And as they do this, Peter writes, they are declaring God’s praise – the praise of the One who has called them out of darkness, and into light. All of us can be these living stones, being built into a place for God to dwell; all of us can be part of his chosen people, his royal priesthood, his holy nation. We just have to want to belong.
A big thank you to Angela Bell, who is leaving her post as Church Administrator having worked so hard for us over the past four years and more, including putting together the Free For All for more than 2 years. We wish her and her family all God’s blessing for the future.
Once when I visited my grandparents when I was growing up, my Grandad told me the story of a local eccentric, ‘Mad’ Jack Fuller. He was famous for building follies – buildings with no real purpose. One of these was a replica of the local church spire (pictured) which he put in the middle of one of his fields. The story goes that Jack had had a bet with a friend that they could see the (real) spire from his house, and it turned out that they couldn’t, and he lost. He was determined never to lose a bet like that again, so he just built one that he could see.
In the churches this month we have been thinking about what it means to ‘be church’. We use this expression because church is, above all other things, people, not a building. I often remind people that the building where we meet is named after us, and not the other way round. In one of few passages in the New Testament where the church is described as a building, Peter writes that the people are like living stones, being built together into a dwelling place for God.
This building, unlike Mad Jack’s folly, is a building with a purpose: to be a holy priesthood. This building – this group of people, Peter says, is to become more like God, and be a sign of God for people.
One of the brilliant things about the church is that it isn’t designed to reserve particular jobs for particular people, unlike the kings or the priests in the Old Testament. All of God’s people are called to be holy, becoming more and more like Jesus in the things they think and say and do. All of God’s people are called to be priests, sharing Jesus with people through the things that they think and say and do. And as they do this, Peter writes, they are declaring God’s praise – the praise of the One who has called them out of darkness, and into light. All of us can be these living stones, being built into a place for God to dwell; all of us can be part of his chosen people, his royal priesthood, his holy nation. We just have to want to belong.
I wonder what the Resurrection means to you. For me, it is the single most important event in the whole history of the cosmos. Because what it means is that God has overcome death. Jesus who died for our sins is raised for our new life. He’s raised to new life. And that doesn’t just change our perceptions of the world around us, it changes the reality of the world around us, the very substance of the world around us. It is the victory of God in a way that is dramatic, extraordinary and transformational for the whole of human life, and for every single human life, for every society, for every country, for every future. And it’s something that we just have to reach out and take hold of, by prayer, to make it true for ourselves.
If you are wondering what happened over Easter this year to make me so much better at writing, then I will let you into a little secret: the whole of the previous paragraph was written by the Archbishop of Canterbury, or at least it is what he says in a lovely little video clip that has recently been uploaded to his Facebook page. And it is absolutely and utterly the centre of everything that Christians believe. It is, in fact, the one thing on which Christianity stands or falls: amongst various extraordinary words that St Paul uses when he writes about the centrality of the resurrection is that without it our faith is useless.
Useless is a strong word, especially when you consider the way we often talk about faith. We might say that it helps someone else but isn’t important to us; we might even say that as long as it helps that someone, it really doesn’t matter if it is true or not. But Paul is saying something quite different; like the Archbishop of Canterbury, he is convinced that no event in history comes close to its importance. He left behind a life of status among the Jews, gained in part from persecuting the first Christians, to be at constant risk of imprisonment or death, because he had found just what you read above: that Jesus had died for him, was raised to new life, and that it changes everything. It is for all of us, and it is for each of us. And it’s something that we just have to reach out and take hold of, by prayer, to make it true for ourselves.
Since last summer we have been working together as churches on a few priorities that we have established as important for us. One of them is Community. We want to be a community of churches where we build real and deep relationships with each other, but we also want to build relationships with our wider community—by serving you in any way we can.
The bible is full of servant language, much of it either written directly about Jesus, pointing towards him in some way, or encouraging his people to serve others like he did. One of the most famous phrases in the New Testament describes how Jesus ‘came not to be served but to serve’, which still strikes me as almost the most remarkable thing that anyone could possibly write about God.
And this has to be the model for the church, because if we say that we follow Jesus, and put him before anything and anyone, then we cannot possibly put ourselves above him by not choosing to do what he does.
Because of this, we are including a questionnaire with this Free for All which we would love you to fill in and return to us, either to the Church Hall, the Vicarage, or to one of the other locations listed on the separate sheet: if you are reading this online, you can fill the survey in by clicking on the link at the very top of our homepage, or via Facebook - search Venta group of churches.
We would love you to join in with us in working out how best the church can serve the villages: we want to hear from you, not just decide for ourselves, so please help us as we try to find ways to serve our wonderful community together.
You might have heard that we will be creating a brand new magazine from next month—one of the things we would like to do is include more articles about things that other organisations in the villages are up to, so please be in touch with us with your news and pictures so we can begin to build a real community resource. We hope it can be another way that we can continue to serve the villages in a deeper and more meaningful way.
I have been mentioning for the last week or so that I was hoping to upload Bishop Graham's sermon from a fortnight ago to the website - it is now there in the resources section, or at the bottom of the homepage.
It has been an interesting few months, hasn't it? It started with Brexit last June, when Britain voted to leave the European Union: our government now has the challenge of taking a country (which voted pretty much 50-50) in a new direction with lots of uncertainty. In the meantime, the people of the United States have elected and inaugurated Donald Trump as their 45th President, again dividing the country between those who voted for him, and for Hillary Clinton.
In all of this (and especially with the US election result) there has been more and more fear and concern expressed by all sorts of people. I have heard Christians saying, ‘Only God can save us from this situation now,’ amongst other things.
As I have been thinking about this over the last few days, a thought has occurred to me. I have begun to wonder whether the truth is that all of a sudden circumstances have got so bad that only God can save us, or if in fact things have been like that the whole time, and that it is only now that the news has become worrying enough that we are starting to realise it.
Jesus came into a community which was suffering under Roman oppression, and he told the people he met that he had come ‘to seek and to save the lost.’ Throughout his ministry, Jesus demonstrated and explained what this meant, most of all in his death on the cross. He did it because he thought it was the only thing that could save people from the situation they were in. His resurrection two days later proves something else—that this rescue was not just for the people who were there at the time, but for everyone, always and everywhere.
The Bible doesn't have a lot of easy answers about who you should vote for, or why, or what to do about the decisions that governments and presidents make, but it does tell us that in the best or worst of worlds, or circumstances, only God can save us who are lost.
Change a Nation update, coffee morning and more...
Posted: Mon, 5 Dec, 2016 (8 years ago) - by Rob
A big thank you to all who came along and supported our coffee morning in aid of our partner church in Okunguro, Uganda. We are so excited that we raised over £450 thanks to the generosity of all those who provided so many gifts and refreshments at their own cost, and many more who came and bought them!
At the same time, we received a fantastic new update from Change a Nation about the work in Okunguro, which you can pick up in church, or download here.
One of us in our family thinks he knows what he is getting, which is everything that he thinks of. Father Christmas will bring me one of those. He’ll bring me one of those, too. And one of them. Maybe two. It’s led to some interesting conversations in the toyshop. (Perhaps not entirely coincidentally, he quite likes the toyshop.)
It is very sweet, really—my only concern is that it might lead to a little disappointment somewhere down the line, when Father Christmas doesn't quite deliver the goods. It can be tricky not getting what you are expecting.
The interesting thing about this disappointment, of course, is that it is rooted in the things which don’t happen. The presents that don’t come. The bible uses a neat little phrase to describe this experience, and its effect on us: ‘Hope deferred makes the heart sick.’ I think it is fair to say that the writer was not thinking about how no-one brought along yet another toy camper van, but about the longing we all have at some level for a better life, a better future, a better world, that sometimes feels fruitless. Some of you will be experiencing this very strongly as I read.
Do you know what you are getting for Christmas?
My little friend in the toyshop doesn't. There is something waiting for him which is better than he can imagine, better than everything he has even asked for. And I would like to suggest to you, that we don’t always realise what we are getting for Christmas—that we don’t notice, as a more modern version of the bible puts it, ‘who has moved into the neighbourhood.’
Many of us who follow Jesus found something that was not what we were expecting. I don’t know what I thought I would find when I decided to make the first step in following him, but what I have found is indescribably good, and a source of constant, eternal hope. He is better than anything any of us can ever want.
I have been talking about our vision to Create Community, Deepen Discipleship, and Encourage Evangelism in recent weeks, and along the way I have mentioned a few good tips that the Archbishop of Canterbury has for all us in evangelism, especially for those of us for whom this is a difficult or uncomfortable word. If you didn't pick up a printout at the services, you can read it here: https://greatcommission.co.uk/the-archbishop-of-canterburys-top-ten-tips-for-evangelism
If you would like to read Rob's talk from the Stoke & Dunston gift day, which contains stuff from our vision as well as some of the thinking behind the way gift days work and how we can respond to God's generosity with ours, you can find it in the resources section.
Thank you
For many years, all of us at Stoke Holy Cross and Dunston churches have contributed enormously generously to the cost of the ministry of our churches, without raising funds from any other sources. It is something really worth celebrating.
Background
This year, the diocese asked us to pay almost £30,000 towards the cost of ministry in these parishes. Contrary to a lot of misunderstanding, giving of this kind from across Norfolk is the source of the vast majority of the diocese’s funding. Of course, we also have about £8,500 of other expense.
Current situation
At the moment, we are expecting that your giving will produce a total income of over £31,000 this year. As you can see, this is only a little more than the total parish share we have been asked for this year. Given our current financial situation, we anticipate that we will only have about £1500 in reserve at the end of the year if we pay our full parish share, which is something the PCC would be very keen to do. We can only do this by giving just £1250 out of the £3000 we had set aside for charitable giving: we would love to give this amount in full as well.
What are we asking?
Our balance looks like being £1500
but we would like it to be £4000,
which is a difference of £2500
We have given to charity £1250
But we would like to give £3000
which is a difference of £1750
So we would need to raise a total of about £4250
to get our budget to that point at the end of this year.
Can you help us?
Between 20th November and the end of the month, we ask that you would send a gift either through our offering plate on a Sunday morning, using one of the special Gift Day envelopes, or direct to the treasurer, Henry Caswell. If you are a UK tax payer we can reclaim tax on your gift, as long as Henry has a signed declaration from you. And please pray with us, that in this and every way, God would do more amongst us than all we can ask or imagine.
As Christmas draws near, we have the opportunity to welcome lots of people to our churches who might not yet know Jesus. This year, we want to challenge you to join us in praying and fasting to see them come to know God over this time, through our Alpha course in the new year, and beyond.
Jesus asks us to “pray without ceasing”, and he also asks us to fast, setting out how to behave “when you fast” in Matthew 6. When we miss a meal to focus on praying, we show God that we are putting him and his kingdom first, concentrating above all on his will for our villages. We see that Jesus is the “bread of life” (John 6:35) and can sustain us, as we give him our full attention.
Between now and Christmas, we will be gathering at the vicarage every Friday from 12.30 – 1.30 to pray together. If you are elsewhere, please join in fasting and praying wherever you are at that time!
We would like to ask you to pray for the following things every day in the lead-up to Christmas:
For people to see God’s love through our Christmas events, and to come closer to him
For many to join our Alpha course in January, and to become Christians
For our churches to grow and be known for our love, generosity and welcome.
While most people can miss a meal safely, we know that some are medically unable to do so and we would not want you to make yourselves ill! If this is the case for you, why not think about what else you could “fast” (television or treats perhaps?) in order to focus on praying with us?
When I was growing up in—well let’s say an adjoining county—I used to go to the village church. I say I went, because for me then church was the building and the service, not so much the people or the faith stuff. I managed to keep thinking about it that way for a long time, even through being confirmed, which was quite an achievement on my part, given that the vicar talked about God a lot, and I went to services at school and all that business.
The reason I am telling you all this is that when I was at university there came a point where I began to think very differently about things, and a big part of that was going on an Alpha Course. What I learnt (among other things) is that following Jesus is not something we only do in church, or because we go to church, but that being part of the church is what we do because we follow Jesus. More than that, following Jesus affects all of our lives, and everything that we will do not just now, but forever—because Jesus’ amazing promise of life for us who follow him is forever, not just for now.
Some of you might say it is not surprising that I had to leave Suffolk to discover the meaning of life, but I don’t think that the wonderful opportunity of getting to know Jesus belongs to any particular place or time –it’s for anyone, anywhere. And that is why following on from this Christmas, we are excited to be running an Alpha course again in the villages here. We plan at the moment to be meeting on Monday evenings from mid-January up to just before Easter. If you have a lovely new 2017 calendar with a bit less on it at the moment, why don’t you put the first few in now, and let us know you want to come. More details on our Alpha page.
Back in July, we held an away day for all of our PCCs which to work on a new vision which would inspire, sustain and grow our group of churches in the years to come. We worked as groups looking at each of the Diocese’s mission priorities, and have focused those into 3 key areas for us here: creating Community, discovering Discipleship, and encouraging Evangelism. To help concentrate on these 3 things, we have created three groups made up of members of the different PCCs, which met this week.
Each group looked at the vision sheet (in the image below) and discussed how the churches look now in relation to their column. We then settled on some big hopes and dreams for the coming years—we said 5 years, but maybe they will happen sooner—and worked out what the all-important first steps will be. I am really grateful to the person who suggested that with all this, Venta should probably stand for Very Exciting New Things Ahead.
So…
C (Community) group had a vision for putting the life of the church back in the heart of our village communities. The next thing we would like to do is organise a village-wide questionnaire in the new year to see how members of the community would like the church to be involved in what is going on in the villages. We will be exchanging ideas over email, and meeting once the results come in at the end of February.
D (Discipleship) group would like us to grow to the point where almost all regular members of the church are in some form of small group, where we are all playing our part as the Body of Christ, where we are all excited about the bible and prayer as individuals, and about worshipping together around the group. We are going to begin with a short survey of church members to gauge how people feel about their own discipleship so that we can provide some resources to go with our teaching on prayer in January.
E (Evangelism) group would like to see 100 people across the churches who are more confident in welcoming new people, inviting people to church activities, and sharing their faith. Our first step will be to encourage people to go on some outside training about faith sharing, plan some sessions on it within the group, and talk about it on Sunday mornings in February.
I hope that you can see that we have been busy! Do pray for us, and do talk to any of the PCC members if you would like to find out more.
All of this is available as a PDF in the Resources section as well.
This summer has been another wonderful season of sport, with first the Olympics and the Paralympics capturing our imaginations along with our airtime. I wonder which of the events or medal winners captured your imagination the most?
The Olympics had much to appreciate again, from Mo Farah defending both his titles from London, to Nick Skelton ‘finally’ winning the show-jumping at the age of 58. Many of us will have been even more captivated by the Paralympics, as a collection of extraordinary athletes brought home an even more extraordinary collection of medals, all of them winning the race despite the many obstacles and difficulties put in their way.
In the few days since the Paralympics, yet another sporting event has caught my eye. In the final event of the World Triathlon Championships in Mexico, British athlete Jonny Brownlee, who had been leading, began to struggle badly towards the end, weaving badly from one side of the road to the other as he suffered the effects of extreme dehydration. As the second-placed athlete passes him, Jonny’s brother Alistair appears in third. Rather than carrying on past him in the hope of catching the leader, he picks up his brother, drapes him over his shoulder, and pretty much carries him to the end, dropping him across the line to make sure that he finishes first.
The internet, unsurprisingly, is full of this heart-warming story. The idea that someone would put a fellow competitor—even his brother—first is an unusual one. But for those of us familiar with what the Bible says about Jesus, the image of being helped to finish the race is a familiar one. Paul reflects on the way we can’t find our way to God on our own—our own tendency to stagger in all different directions, even within sight of the finish line—but rejoices that ‘God has given us the victory through the Lord Jesus Christ.’ The truth that Jesus has won for us all the things we cannot, like forgiveness, relationship, and eternal life with God, is at the heart of what we believe, and invites us once again to run the race with him.
The last scones have been served, aprons and washing-up brushes have been laid down, and this summer's season of Cream Teas at Caistor St Edmund church has come to an end. There have been loads of visitors, both local and from further afield, dropping into the church on Saturdays and Sundays, and have experienced a lively rural church community serving them and making them welcome. So a big thank you to everyone who made this possible, and helped us to a tremendous total of nearly £2000.
This summer we have had a lovely holiday in Northumberland. If you haven’t been before, you would love it—miles of sandy beaches., lovely castles and lots more. But it is probably worth noting that it is a long, long, long, how much longer Mummy and Daddy, long way.
One of the most exciting things in these parts is the story of Grace Darling. Most people know about this extraordinary young woman, who set out one stormy evening in 1838 with her lighthouse-keeper father to rescue the 9 survivors of the wrecked SS Forfarshire. In terrible weather they rowed from their lighthouse to the wreck and back; her father made a second trip to collect those they couldn't fit in the first time.
After the event, Grace very rapidly became a national celebrity—people used to come up to the north-east to take boat trips out to the Farne Islands, pretty much just to look at her, as far as I can tell. She became so well-known in such a short time that the Grace Darling museum in Bamburgh has a vast collection of her possessions– letters, books, and most remarkably of all, the 200-year-old rowing ‘coble’ that Grace and her father used to rescue the sailors, still almost intact. You’re not allowed to touch it, but you really, really want to!
Stories of rescue against all the odds are stirring ones, which is why the story of Jesus is so compelling. Here is someone who set out on the most perilous of journeys, with no guarantee of success. But his death and life have rescued us, from death and worse. And so we come to look at him and wonder at what he has done, we reach out towards God who has come so close to us.
Last Sunday 24th July we started a summer series on stories from the Old Testament which feature change and growth and new things happening. We are doing this because we have recently had a brilliant PCCs away day where we began to talk together about ways we expect that we will change and grow under God in the years to come. I started off by talking about the call of Abram (who becomes Abraham) at the beginning of Genesis 12, and I suggested a few reasons we can change and grow...
1. Because God doesn't change - the God who revealed himself to Abraham is the God who has revealed himself to us through Jesus, and Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever...
2. Because God expects us to change - he revealed himself to Abraham, and he told him to 'Go'!
3. Because when God changes us we grow - he made Abraham a great nation, and blessed him, but not just for himself. He did it so that Abraham would be a blessing, even that all nations of the earth would be blessed through him!
Stay with us through August and into September as we continue to explore these exciting themes!
A quick note to remind you that this weekend sees the ordination of men and women to minister in positions of leadership in the churches across the Diocese of Norwich. These are happening on Saturday in the Cathedral, and Sunday in different locations across the county. Please pray for all involved, especially Jill Haylock from the Chet Valley group of churches, who is being ordained on Sunday morning by Bishop Alan at Holy Trinity Church in Loddon. We have uploaded a sheet to the resources section in case that would help you to pray.
It is always a tricky business writing this article before the end of the month, when you don’t know what will have happened by the time it rolls off the printer. Today, for example, there are 2 areas of big uncertainty where Europe is concerned. One of them will have major implications for the future of this country, and the other one is the referendum. Or is it the football? I can’t quite be sure…
I have been struck by what a friend of mine wrote recently. He is not like me—he says what he thinks always and immediately, and does quite well with it, because, as he puts it, he tries to play the ball, not the man. This is a good lesson both in football and life, I think, and I suspect he and I both regret that the referendum campaign has become characterised by a lot of arguments which aren't telling the truth about what the opposing party think, or even what the statistics say, and much more about how dreadful or daft the other side are for thinking and feeling the things they do. (And in case you were wondering, the two of us are almost certain to vote in opposite directions, like the people in the photo above!)
I find it all the more difficult to write this month, because I happen to be sitting at my computer the morning after the horrific murder of Jo Cox MP. It would not remotely be playing the ball to suggest that either campaign, Remain or Leave, has to answer for a crime which is as yet far from explained, but much of the early commentary around this terrible event has been about the worrying climate that has been created by the strength of feeling on either side of the referendum. Paying tribute to his wife, Brendan Cox spoke of the need to ‘fight against the hatred that killed her.’
By the time you read this, the result of the referendum should be clear, and, leave or remain, we will be looking towards a different future together. It would be lovely to think, and pray, that it would be one where we can read over the previous sentence again, and agree that the most important word in it is the last.
We are really grateful to everyone who worked hard to make this event such a success. Lots of people came through the doors (especially on Sunday when it was a bit less of a downpour!). There were some amazing floral displays, and lots and lots of scones and tea and cakes and all good things, in celebration of the Queen's 90th birthday. All in all it looks like over £800 has been raised for church funds, but the connection with people we made across the wider community was more important still. Here you can see a couple of photos of the fantastic flags and bunting made by the primary school and pre-school, and some paper plates with some prayers that we wrote at the family service in the morning. We also featured on Radio Norfolk's Treasure Quest - for the time being you can listen to it here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03x4d6r. They start talking about the clue about 2h10, and they get to Caistor at about 2h36. Thanks again to everyone who made it such a great weekend!
I am writing this on 25th May, so I don’t know what happened on 28th, but there is a good chance that by the time you read this, Sheffield Wednesday will be in the Premier League. (Many thanks to Norwich City for kindly making the necessary room for us, by the way.)
I have supported Sheffield Wednesday for more than 25 years, so I have seen my fair share of ups and downs. Mostly I remember the downs—when we lost to Arsenal in both cup finals in 1993 (the only time this has ever happened in English football, Wikipedia tells me), the succession of relegations... There have been highs as well—eight years in the Premier League from 1992-2000, or back before my time when we beat Sheffield United 4-0 in 1979, a match we still refer to as The Boxing Day Massacre, and commemorate in a very entertaining song to the tune of Mary’s Boy Child.
Having got that out of my system, I should return to the real point of this article, which is to say that whether we support Norwich or Sheffield Wednesday (or even Sheffield United or Ipswich) most of us will be getting behind England once again, as we try to put an end to 2016-1966=50 years of hurt. And in the spirit of getting together, all the England matches will be showing on the big screen in the Church Hall: we would love to see you there! There will be plenty of snacks if you would like to bring your own drinks of any variety.
When we talk about football, we tend to say we. Speaking for myself, I haven’t ever played football for England, or even Sheffield Wednesday, but I say we. We won. Speaking of Jesus and what he has done for us, the bible uses the language of we. This is most evident when Paul talks about how we died and live—it is not that we died ourselves when Jesus did, but that as we put our trust in Jesus that his death and his life become our death and our life. He died, he lived, we died, we live. We won. Even better than the Premier League!
I have given up my place looking out from the corner of this article to someone else. I think you might recognise her, unlike the American tourist who came across her out walking (somewhat dressed down) with one of her bodyguards, and got into conversation with her about whether she had ever met the Queen. “No,” she replied, nodding at her police escort, “but he has.”
Starting around 21st April on her ‘actual’ birthday, a series of events across the country (and in these villages) will celebrate not just her reaching 90—a few of you have managed that too! - but a lifetime lived in service to this country.
It is not just us whom she serves, though. In many of her Christmas broadcasts the Queen refers to the importance and strength of her faith in Jesus. Last year, she wrote of the hope we can find even at the hardest of times: “It is true that the world has had to confront moments of darkness this year, but the Gospel of John contains a verse of great hope, often read at Christmas carol services: ‘The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it’.” Going all the way back to 1952, the Queen-to-be asked all the people she was to serve to pray for her, that God would give her wisdom and strength for the task he had for her. Sixty years and more later, that prayer is still being answered.
Your life and mine, your job and mine, your family and mine, are very different from the Queen’s in lots of ways, but I am still conscious of the need I have for hope, wisdom, and strength. These are things which ultimately can only be found in Christ, and that’s why this summer I will be celebrating not only the Servant Queen, but also the King she serves.
My son got fascinated by the idea of welcoming at a very young age. He can’t have been much more than 2 when he started saying ’Welcome’ to everyone who came to the house. He even said it to me when I came home. I’m not sure that there was much more going on in his head than that he had learnt a new word and he was going to try it out on everyone he could.
I don’t know what goes on in your head when you hear the word welcome. To me it is important that we welcome people as a family, but I also want people to feel welcome when they visit the church, or go into any of our homes. A couple of years ago when we had a weekend away, we identified it as one of our most important values.
This is mainly because I think the bible teaches us that God is welcoming. Now that may very well not be the first word you would use to describe him, but one of Jesus’ most famous stories compares God with a father welcoming home his lost son. The interesting thing is the son has done absolutely nothing to deserve a warm welcome—anything but—and he has even rehearsed his apology speech, but he gets an extravagant embrace. That’s what makes me want to welcome people unconditionally.
The reason welcome is in my head now is that we will be seeing a large number of different faces in our group of villages soon, as the new houses in Stoke Holy Cross begin to be completed. That is alongside all the people who are moving into existing houses near you, week in, week out.
I have begun to ask myself how as churches, and indeed as whole communities, we can make sure that people feel welcome in these new places which they are moving into. It is not just something for the church, of course: I am sure each of you, in your own ways, will be making people feel welcome, just as God offers to make us all welcome with him through Jesus, whether we feel we have done anything to deserve it or not.
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We are really pleased to welcome Mark Aldridge to this New Wine East event on Saturday 13th October from 10am-4pm. Mark is the Director of Church Leadership Development for New Wine, and loves to teach on the prophetic, healing, the Kingdom of God and the mission of the Church. He will be sharing exciting stories and principles from his book Learning to hear God's voice... and live a prophetic lifestyle. Copies will be available on the day.
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