As I walked through Durham today my attention was not caught by the bridges or the Cathedral towering over the city, but by the new leaves unfurling on the trees, and the freshly washed verges, where spring flowers and shoots were beginning to show. For once I stopped and breathed for long enough to catch a glimpse of the presence of God coursing through creation, bringing fresh life to the earth. I was struck by the fact that every spring trees receive a new cloak of leaves, and though they might be similar to last years cloaks, they will not be the same...
A fore taste of the new earth to come:
1 I saw a new heaven and a new earth. The first heaven and the first earth were completely gone. There was no longer any sea.
2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem. It was coming down out of heaven from God. It was prepared like a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.
3 I heard a loud voice from the throne. It said, "Now God makes his home with people. He will live with them. They will be his people. And God himself will be with them and be their God. 4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or sadness. There will be no more crying or pain. Things are no longer the way they used to be."
5 He who was sitting on the throne said, "I am making everything new!"
Well I have to admit that the whole Twitter explosion regarding Rob Bell passed me by, and in many ways I am grateful. It has also made me think again about using this media and the way that it is easy to become drawn into making hasty statements without any real knowledge of the basis for the original remarks...
I am concerned and saddened by the way that Christians have behaved towards Rob Bell and one another in this starting with John Piper's flippant "farewell" tweet to the raft of other condemnatory comments. Add to this the fact that the whole things was conducted on a public forum in a public way which goes clearly against Biblical counsel on disagreements.
Scott McKnight's words of wisdom should not have been needed, but we would do well to heed them, responding to a question from Christianity today he said:
" I want to wait to see what Rob Bell says, read it for myself, and see what I think of it. Rob is tapping into what I think is the biggest issue facing evangelicalism today, and this fury shows that it just might be that big of an issue.
The publicity approach of HarperOne worked perfectly. They got huge publicity for a book. They intended to provoke -- and they did it well. I think it is wiser to wait to see the real thing than to rely on publicity's provocations. Justin bit, and so did many of his readers.
Frankly, John Piper's flippant dismissal of Rob Bell is unworthy of someone of Piper's stature. The way to disagree with someone of Rob Bell's influence is not a tweet of dismissal but a private letter or a phone call. Flippancy should have no part in judging a Christian leader's theology, character or status."
Wait, read, become informed, then consider, and act with grace and integrity!
What a shame that the twitterer's were not able to do this, and in fact still aren't because the whole explosion continues, some are "praying" for Rob Bell, whilst others continue to defend him and are slinging mud at John Piper. Add to that the fact that Piper himself was linking to a blog post by Justin Taylor, and that Taylor freely admits that he has NOT read all of Bell's new book but is responding to a part of it and to the promotional video and the whole thing becomes frankly absurd.
Like Scott McKnight I will not comment on Bell's book until I have read it, and given the initial controversy I will probably read it twice and prayerfully consider it before commenting. I will say that I have enjoyed Bell's work so far, and the video that has caused such divisions is attractive and compelling but does not offer any answers- it raises questions- and that I suspect was the publishers intention.
Here for those who have not seen it is the video...
Also twitterer's you might like to spare a thought for the web-designer from West Yorshire who is currently amused by his sudden fame, but the insults and messages of suppoer that keep coming his way via twitter may begin to wear thin. His twitter name is robbell, if you want the other Rob Bell, you'll find him at realrobbell!
robbell has said:
Dear Christians, I am not @realrobbell although I hear he does really great things. Please at least look before you 'quote' me as him
oh dear, my namesake is now a Trending Topic worldwide on Twitter, best get ready for fresh lunacy! What else is gonna go mad today?!?
@bethbeutler lol thanks Beth. Not as bad or as many as I expected when other Rob trended. I don't mind, I hear he's a thoroughly good bloke
@reverendjohnson do they? Why would an entire religion want to bash a simple Englishman like myself? I'm quite concerned...
@theonetruemyles who is this @johnpiper and why is he denouncing me? Did he not like a website I designed?
"mum, some
of the best worship times I've had are when things don't go quite as
planned, you never know some of those compliments may have been true,and
people may have got something out of it, maybe not quite what you
intended but God has some funny ways sometimes..."
And posts from other bloggers such as Graham Peacock and Peter Banks along with questions raised here by my friend Helen about substance and depth in worship have got me thinking about the hour or so of time that some of us pour so much energy into every week. We call it worship, and I guess that that is what we turn up to do, hoping that others will join us and that what we have prepared will lift them and inspire them in some way, and hoping that somehow we have heard from God and that he is present with us in this time that we have dedicated and set apart....
I blogged yesterday about a service where I forgot some of the elements and feel that I waffled rather than facilitated, but I have to acknowledge that Paul is right, God uses our mess so many times, and Helen is right we need depth and substance more than we need perfection and empty though well produced ( sometimes) songs!
I can relate to Helen and Graham's experiences with worship songs, the feeling that there is somehow nothing in them or to them at times, and I have been there in the Spring Harvest Big Top struggling to understand what all the hype and excitement is about ( in fact we decided a few years ago not to go back). If I am honest I find that I worship best when I can loose myself in "wonder love and praise" and that may not be in church at all, it might be walking on a beach or climbing a hill, it might be watching a film when a phrase or a scene grabs me and transports me to another place, it might be listening to music; it often is.
I can clearly remember an amazing experience driving home from dropping my son Jon at Uni in Lancaster, traveling along the M62 in the dark, it was snowing and I was listening to the Bach Double, there was something about the dark and the snow combined with the music that made my car a holy place for a while. Other music/ driving experiences also stick in my mind; listening to the Killer "Human", and to Coldplay's "Fix You" have at other opened a window to worship...
Other times include sitting on the sea wall at Snettisham in Norfolk and watching the sun set over the Wash, listening to the birds and the sound of the waves on the shore, and recognising that the thing rising within me is worship and allowing that worship to flow ( yes if you were there I was the mad woman singing gibberish on the sea wall)... and experiencing silence in a room filled with people who were all waiting on God during a retreat. Sometimes it can be as simple as catching a smile on someones face...
So I am left with the question of how to capture something of those moments and translate them into the hour or so a week that we set aside ( and yes I lead more than one act of worship each week). I think that expectation has huge amounts to do with this, but it should not be an expectation that we place upon ourselves but rather an expectant seeking for God, the trouble with our set aside hour is that it is simply that, and if we start to prepare we might find that we need to prepare to prepare and get ourselves into the same mess as my friend the Archdruid Eileen did with a whole raft of pre- and post worship gatherings.
The answer I think is simple, and it is not new, we should live lives of worship, our eating sleeping and walking around lives should be offered to God in the same way that we offer our Sunday mornings/ Wednesday evenings to him. We should allow ourselves to be touched by those unexpected Holy Moments and we should treasure them, and dare I say it talk about them...
There is much talk about the spiritual age that we live in, and an acknowledgment that we need to make connections somehow, I truly think that freeing ourselves from the hour time slot and owning our innate spirituality and humanity might just be the way forward....
I am sitting at my desk and trying to take a step back to think about the last twelve days;I feel as if I have been caught up in a fast moving soap opera script, and the writers have just taken a break to focus their attention elsewhere!
Twelve days ago my home started filling up with family members, they were coming to celebrate my eldest sons' wedding, by the day of the wedding there were 14 0f us at lunch time. Paul and Louise's wedding was a joyful family occasion.... and we moved on
... to a yard sale, because we are moving house, and raising funds to send my youngest daughter Jo on a mission trip to Zambia....
Preaching is normal for a Sunday, but with the busyness of the week it proved a challenge, our minds were preoccupied any way as n Tuesday we dropped Chris and his girlfriend Ness at Downham station...
Chris was to be admitted to the Royal Brompton Hospital for surgery, which was thankfully a great success... it has been a long time coming!
While Chris was in hospital with Ness wonderfully supporting him we prepared for another wedding, this time for a young friend. We helped to set up the reception venue and sorted out various instruments for the band at the ceremony, I was privileged to be invited to preach ...
....Tim and I stayed for the wedding speeches and headed off to London to collect Chris and Ness....
Time for a rest???
No, time to travel down to Essex for a family get together to celebrate my mother-in-laws 70th....
Followed the next day by 2 services, first my final service and sermonin Downham Market, and then a Circuit farewell service where God was praised and we were thanked for our ministry...
... a rest?
Well not quite because to add to the excitement Emma my eldest daughter was left stranded by an ineffective train service. Tim and I are grateful to Ann and Mike her boyfriends' parents for rescuing her!...
And now, I am sitting at my desk trying to take stock, next to me is a pile of prayers and blessings written during yesterdays service by the folk who were there. The prayers are for our whole family, and we are grateful, and not a little overwhelmed...
No wonder I can't think.....
Right, back to the packing in 20 days we will be living in Yorkshire!!!
Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Over the last few weeks I have been extremely busy, too busy in fact. I might be excused then for suffering a brain glitch on Saturday evening when I decided to revisit the Scriptures for the morning service. For some reason I thought that I had chosen the Epistle and the Gospel readings, and not the Old Testament and the Gospel readings... in the light of what I read I pottered around with my sermon and printed off the final order of service...
...to my surprise when I arrived at the Chapel the first reader stood to read from Ezekiel and not 2 Corinthians! And it was through that reading that God spoke, and any sermon preparation I had done was swiftly changed again...
As Ezekiel 2: 1-7 was read the first few verses seemed to shout out for attention;
"He said to me, "Son of man, stand up on your feet and I will speak to you." As he spoke, the Spirit came into me and raised me to my feet, and I heard him speaking to me. "
This passage follows directly on from Ezekiel's' initial vision of God and it is as he is face down on the ground, awed by what he has seen that God speaks and tells him to stand. To me this was significant because I rarely find myself face down in the dirt before a God. Ezekiel had been caught up in a vision, seeing perhaps only a glimpse of God's glory, but it was enough to drive him to his knees. It strikes me that we domesticate God too often, we make him safe and reliable, we don't grasp his might, his power, her radiance or wildness. Perhaps what the Church today needs more than anything else is a sense of the glory and majesty of the God we profess to worship.
The Gospel reading ( Mark 6: 1-13) makes our predicament clear, Jesus friends and family in his home town are finding it difficult to accept him as the Messiah, they have heard his teaching and witnessed miraculous healings, but remain unconvinced. I wonder if we live in a state of being unconvinced, we know the Gospels, but we don't truly know or accept the Christ who longs to move amongst us in power. When he is domesticated and safe and full of a warming love that makes us comfortable we remain largely unchanged.
I wounder what would happen to us if we dared to draw closer to the heat of that love, if we dared to allow it to consume us, in being consumed would we catch a glimpse of his glory and end up on our knees, or better still face down in the dirt....
If we were to remain there for long enough would we hear God's voice, would he command us to stand, and as we did would we find the Spirit speaking clearly to us?
I often find myself in meetings where strategy and finance are discussed, the question always seems to be about the survival of the church; how long can we hold on for....? Too often these meetings are panic driven, too often they are not God centered, and rarely do we seek a real vision, we are too focused on plans and budgets....
...and yet I hear a very real spiritual thirst and hunger voiced not only from the people who frequent our pews week by week, but also by members of the wider community. The desire is for something more and something deeper, something as yet unrealised, but something that they know deep within to be possible. Could it be that the something that folk are longing for is a real encounter with the living God?
I think that it is, and I also believe that it is time that we raised our eyes from our budgets and our plans and cried out to God for a fresh vision. I am not advocating dumping our earthly responsibilities, but I am suggesting that we revisit the sense that HE IS ABLE! He is able to do more than we could ask or imagine, and he is asking us in difficult and challenging times, when congregations are dwindling and budgets are becoming tighter to stand, and to look up, to be filled again by the fire of the Spirit through whose transforming power the church is called to be and to minister.
BUT, first we must seek that vision, and allow it to drive us not only to our knees but lower still, accepting that without him we are nothing.......
A caveat for this post is that the opinions and preferences expressed are my opinions , and do not represent the opinions and views of the whole of the Methodist Church in Great Britain, some may in fact be quite unique to me!
I have been mulling over this post for the last day or so, and think that perhaps the only way to collect my thoughts together is to go ahead and write it. Last weekend I was privileged to be present as some of my friends were ordained either as Deacons or Priests in the Anglican Church. The first group of ordinations I attended were set in Ely Cathedral and carried out with much pomp and ceremony as fitted the occasion and the place. The robes were splendid, the liturgy was solemn and yet celebratory and the music from the organist and the choir was wonderful. I enjoyed being there, but to borrow a phrase from Dave Perry, who is currently District Chair for Lincoln and Grimsby ( who was speaking on a not entirely disconnected matter) ".....As a Methodist (almost) presbyter, .... I found myself in a foreign land....."
On Sunday I set of early in the morning in order to be able to attend my good friend Mike Bursell's ordination, the bonus was that Iain Bendry another friend from ERMCwas also being ordained. Not quite the grandeur of Ely Cathedral this time, but the more intimate setting of St Andrew's Church Halstead. The ceremony was still very much in evidence however with all of the clergy robing for the occasion, processions in order of precedence and much more besides. Whilst I appreciate the solemnity of such occasionss and even believe that it is right and proper there were some elements again through which "....As a Methodist (almost) presbyter....I found myself in a foreign land...."
Practices such as reverencing the altar are foreign to me, I smile because Mike refered to it as a table several times in conversation so there is hope for him yet. I do believe that the table is no ordinary table, but becomes for us a sacred table and reminds us of the sacramental nature of our worship even when the service being conducted is a service of the word. To reverence the table for me would be to reverence a symbol, and therefore unnecessary, and potentially unhelpful.
On Sunday afternoon I felt honoured and privileged to assist Mike in his first Mass, and have to admit that there is very little difference in the Eucharistic liturgies that we use at first glance. Rather than going into what could be a very long explanation and exploration now I will wait to see how this conversation develops. What I will do is say what is important to me about the Eucharistic Service.
We receive the sacrament in response to the word of God and at his invitation. Although we bring to the table the elements of bread and wine the invitation is given by God and we respond to God. The word read ( and preferably preached upon ) is an important part of the whole liturgy for me. Interesting because as Methodists we do not usually stand to hear the gospel read, and if I were to adopt any of the practices from Sunday that are not currently my own then this would probably be one. This is because I do acknowledge the uniqueness, importance and relevance of the gospels in relation to the incarnation ( God as Christ).
The invitation to receive the elements needs to be heard as if it were given by Christ himself. For me this is an intimate meal, a thin place ( yes I am getting all celtic) where heaven and earth meet.
We meet to participate in an active remembrance, understanding and embodying through our intention and actions what we have inherited from those who went before us. To quote the Methodist publication Share this Feast: " (we) re-enact the story and allow its meaning and power to shape our actions in the present world."
The meal to which we are invited is a communal meal, this is highlighted in the Methodist liturgy where possible by the act of waiting together "table by table" for each group to be served, and then receiving together a blessing through the presbyter who has officiated.
I believe in the transformative power of the reception of the elements, into which the Holy Spirit has poured life and power.
The Eucharistic prayer should be a drama, let me explain, we act out and respond to the invitation of God in Christ to actively remember and receive from him. Therefore gestures and elevations etc are important, however I do not see them as a prescribed and set in stone group of enactions, my practicce may differ from one service to another and from one liturgy to another.
I like to use creative liturgies ( Iona, Northumbria, and variations on both which I have constructed), but maintain that they must contain elements of confession, and thanksgiving, and that the Eucharistic prayer itself must maintain its integrity ( words of institution and the epiclesis).
For mysefl I would prefer the elements to consist of real bread which can be torn and broken, and for all to share from the same loaf, and for real wine served from a chalice.... which just goes to show that I am a mixture, and will remain constrained by tradition, but willing to take it to its limits!
I am very aware that this list could go on and on, and so I leave it now in the hope that it will open a conversation, and will finish with a poem/ prayer that I have posted before.
Yesterday along with Christians from around the globe I celebrated Pentecost, but I must admit that as I set off to drive through the beautiful Norfolk countryside to my first service of the day I did not have any particularly high expectations. Don't get me wrong I believe that the Holy Spirit is alive and well and active in the church and throughout the world, I also believe that she continues to pour out gifts upon the church. I believe that the Spirit brings healing and release as she works and moves amongst us....
I guess that what I wasn't prepared for was the joy that she released amongst the morning congregation, or the liberation, healing and peace that poured into and through the evening celebration service.
First the morning, quite simply there was a real sense of joy amongst the gathered folk, there were times of reflection and peace, and times of exuberant joy with people clapping and dancing; while this might not seem particularly amazing the joy was tangible. God the Holy Spirit drew close and blessed us.
From the morning service I drove to the beach to join Tim who was sailing, we ate lunch, chatted with friends and went for a walk before heading for home, and to the evening service that Tim was leading with the Circuit Evangelism Group, and the Healing Team.
The Evangelism Group and Healing Team are new initiatives in our Circuit, the groups have been meeting, praying and learning together for the last 6 months, they have been active throughout the Circuit in a number of ways, but yesterday evening was the first big event they have put on together.
With the church was full of folk from all over the area, worship began, this was followed by a time of testimony with three people from the Evangelism Group speaking about how God has touched and changed their lives. Another shorter time of worship was followed by Tim preaching, (and if I may say so I think my husband is an awesome preacher!) prayer and then an offer of healing prayer whilst some quieter worship songs were played. As soon as the healing team was ready people started to come forward for prayer, slowly at first, but more and more as they gained confidence in what God was doing. There was a real peace in the building, and lives were being touched and transformed by the love of God.
Patdoes not mind her story being told; late last year Pat's husband died from cancer after a long battle with the horrible disease, Pat was naturally devastated and continues to grieve her loss. She has had a few health struggles of her own, but yesterday something different happened. She said that as she sat listening to the worship songs she sensed God speaking to her and telling her to go forward with another member of the congregation who is suffering with terminal cancer. Pat went and gently put her arm around the lady and joined the healing team members in prayer for her friend.
Pat told me afterward that as she was praying a deep peace came upon her and the gift of tongues was re-released into her life. She had never denied having this gift, it was simply that neither life nor the style of worship at her home church had enabled her to pray and praise God in this way and so the gift lay dormant within her. Pat knew that as the holy words flowed from her that God had come close to her in a special way bringing healing and comfort as she ministered to another. Pat's story was echoed by two other people who felt that long forgotten gifts were stirred up within them.
The folk who had received prayer for healing spoke of a sense of peace and blessing, whether there will be anything more, we wait to see, but this I know God is active in His Church, and longs for us to be open enough to receive the gifts he has so graciously poured out upon us.... yesterday it seemed that there was an openness amongst the folk I ministered to and worshiped with ... as God came close we found ourselves standing on Holy Ground...
My last post was about the Churches Together Prayer Tent at Downham Market Festival, and following Angela's comment on the post I'd like to think a little more about who came and why....
The tent has been placed on the Festival site for almost 10 years now, with Tim and I responsible for setting up the installations and the team for the last 5 years. It represents a small part of the work that we do in the community, but is by contrast a large and visible representation of that work.. The installation itself is carefully thought out and prepared to be colourful and inviting, but I suspect that more people come because of the relationships we have built than anything else, because they felt comfortable with us they came....
...and because this was not a formal or churchy setting they felt free to engage with what was on offer....
What was on offer was the Through the Church Year Installation, which beginning with Advent took folk on a journey through the life of Jesus. At each section there was an interactive meditation and a Chance to respond (pray).
The fact that most folk took longer at the sections for Lent and Good Friday provides the Church with an instructive reflection, folk want to engage with a Jesus who meets them where they are, one who understands temptation and suffering. They don't want an unattainable, untouchable Jesus. The Church folk as I mentioned yesterday were more interested in the Christmas and Easter sections, I wonder if in our rush to communicate the Good News we forget that sometimes we have to make room for it, by that I mean that often people carry around with them the concept that they are not and cannot be good enough. Negative images of Church and church folk abound, and an unreal rush to communicate the good stuff ( and it undoubtedly is good stuff) misses the depths that some need. We have Good news because of the wilderness and because of Good Friday.
I believe that what we saw yesterday was the evidence of a real hunger for meaning and depth to life, Tim was surrounded by about ten members of one family as he told Jesus story from the Jesus Deck, mixing in his testimony and being relaxed enough to answer questions, treating them as welcome interruptions. I spent over half an hour with one couple, again using the Jesus Deck, they picked cards one by one to speak into their past, present and future, finding once again that this representation of the Gospels opened connectionsand made room for meaningful dialogue.
Meeting people where they are is essential, I believe that most people are aware of the spiritual side of their nature but quite often don't know how to go about exploring what it might mean for them to be spiritual beings. This work contrasts the Mind Body and Soul outreach that I am more often involved in, here people are aware of their spirituality and are actively seeking, yesterday I think that for some folk that seeking began as they allowed a misunderstood or ignored part of themselves to surface. For some this was joyful, for others ( and these were the majority), it meant finding the suffering Jesus and allowing themselves to be found by him.
John picked up one of the scripture cards in an MBS Exhibition and was delighted with the words from John 15 “these are the Masters words" he said with absolute conviction. We asked him how he knew the Masters words, and who the Master was.
“Jesus," he replied, looking at us as if we were mad I’ve been meeting him recently while I’ve been travelling” he said,
A conversation developed and we discovered that in his quest for peace and harmony John had been Astral Travelling/ Projecting and that was where he was meeting Jesus and talking with him. We asked him what the Master had said to him and he said that the Master had told him he needed to follow, and that he would be shown the way.
Every inch of my evangelical being was screaming at me to tell John that he could meet Jesus here and now, that all he had to do was pray "our" prayer. The trouble is John had already met Jesus and was having one to one conversations with him, he didn't need our rather narrow sounding prescriptive solutions.
So swallowing my words I asked John to keep in touch with us, he has and he is growing in his faith and meeting with Jesus in his own unconventional way. We are still in touch, as spiritual seekers and friends.
John Drane reminded us at the ROMBS Conference recently that we do not own the franchise on God, that it is not up to us to decide where and how God works and reaches people, sadly however all too often we behave as if we do. Perhaps one of the greatest challenges to the Church is to free itsel from its own constraints, to chhose to see where God is working and to go and join in!
Scripture cards laid out for people to choose, some read, others go by colour, others "sense" the right card for them.
Like many other people I was up early this morning and went to celebrate the first Eucharist of Easter. I was in a fairly subdued mood and began by sitting on my own, very soon I was joined by Claire, Claire has learning difficulties and needs help with our service books. I will have to be honest I sometimes find Claire difficult to deal with and was not really in the mood for helping her negotiate the pages this morning especially as we weren't following the liturgy right through.
As we stood to sing the first hymn she turned to me and beamed, "He's alive" she said, she sang with gusto, and followed the prayers and readings with equal enthusiasm, throwing in extra "Alleluias" all over the place! Her joy was infectious and she led me to a place in worship that I would not have gone to on my own, I left the service filled with the joy of the resurrection and ready to assist Douglas in presiding at the morning service that followed!
Claire's joy and faith were a lesson to me today, her desire to receive communion before going on to a celebration service at the Christian Fellowship Center where she is a member spoke volumes of the depth of her understanding of the Easter message. The Christian Fellowships service was not planned to offer communion, but for Claire not to celebrate through the elements of bread and wine seemed wrong on Easter Sunday ( I agree with her) and so she looked for an opportunity, deciding to join us at the Methodist Church. I am glad she did, she certainly brought me joy this Easter day!
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