A Franciscan Order of Morning Prayer

We adore you,
most holy Lord Jesus Christ,
Here, and in all your churches throughout all the world;
and we bless you because, by your holy cross,
you have redeemed the world.
Amen.

O Lord, open our lips
And our mouth shall proclaim your praise

The Canticle of the Sun:
Most High, all powerful, good Lord,
to you be praise, glory, honour and all blessing.
Only to you, Most High, do they belong
and no one is worthy to call upon your name.
May you be praised, my Lord, with all your creatures,
especially brother sun, through whom you lighten the day for us.
He is beautiful and radiant with great splendour;
he signifies you, O Most High.
Be praised, my Lord, for sister moon and the stars:
clear and precious and lovely, they are formed in heaven.
Be praised, my Lord, for brother wind
and by air and clouds, clear skies and all weathers,
by which you give sustenance to your creatures.
Be praised, my Lord, for sister water,
who is very useful and humble and precious and pure.
Be praised, my Lord, for brother fire, by whom the night is illumined for us:
he is beautiful and cheerful, full of power and strength.
Be praised, my Lord, for sister, our mother earth,
who sustains and governs us and produces diverse fruits
and coloured flowers and grass.
Be praised, my Lord, by all those who forgive for love of you
and who bear weakness and tribulation.
Blessèd are those who bear them in peace: for you, Most High, they will be crowned.
Be praised, my Lord, for our sister, the death of the body,
from which no one living is able to flee; woe to those who are dying in mortal sin.
Blessèd are those who are found doing your most holy will,
for the second death will do them no harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give him thanks
and serve him with great humility.

A Reading from the Rule of the First Order...

Now is the time to awake out of sleep,
For the night is far spent and the day is at hand

Now is our salvation nearer than when we first believed
For the night is far spent

Let us therefore cast off the works of darkness and put on the armour of light,
For the day is at hand

Put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh,
For the night is far spent and the day is at hand

Cross Prayers:
Having in mind Saint Francis’ devotion to the passion of Christ
and looking upon our Lord’s cross,
with arms outstretched,
let us pray to the Lord.

(We will begin by naming people, places or issues for which we wish to pray and will then continue in silent prayer for a couple of minutes)

You have sealed, O Lord, your servant Francis,
With the signs of our redemption.

Most High and glorious God,
enlighten the darkness of our hearts
and give us a true faith, a certain hope
and a perfect love.
Give us a sense of the divine
and knowledge of yourself,
so that we may do everything
in fulfilment of your holy will;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen

As our Saviour taught us, so we pray:
Our Father in heaven...

Conclusion:
May the life-giving cross
be the source of all our joy and peace.
Amen.

Let us bless the Lord.
Thanks be to God.

My changing story...

‘Please God, not again!’ Do I have to tell yet another person where I’m from, what degree I’m doing and the seemingly accidental spiritual meanders that have brought me to this place? Could I not just get a T-shirt printed covering the basics? You too may be at this point.

This time last year, I arrived, unpacked, told my story to new found friends and at the end of my first week started to feel a little more secure in my institutional life. If that is your experience, I’m afraid that I have some bad news because now that story will all start to move beneath your feet.

Over the last year I have met people with whom I have prayed and sung, debated and argued, danced and drank, sometimes whilst outlining exactly how I would have improved on the last Federation Service. If only they had listened.

I have read things that questioned long-held beliefs but also challenged more of my doubts. I have been asked to do things which I thought myself unable to achieve and was encouraged by generous people when I didn’t get it right.

In-between all of these experiences- in times of prayer, in the Eucharist or just staring out of the study window across a lawn. In these moments things have clicked, I have suddenly understood why things happened many years ago and what it means for where I go next. And so, my story has changed.

So I would advise you to share your story but not cling to it. To know that the ground will shift beneath you but that it is Holy Ground. And to know that God has brought us here, now, with these people for a purpose, if only we will make the time to discover it.

A beautiful and ancient city

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval. By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.

By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to set out for a place that he was to receive as an inheritance; and he set out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he stayed for a time in the land he had been promised, as in a foreign land, living in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he looked forward to the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God.

By faith he received power of procreation, even though he was too old—and Sarah herself was barren—because he considered him faithful who had promised. Therefore from one person, and this one as good as dead, descendants were born, ‘as many as the stars of heaven and as the innumerable grains of sand by the seashore.’

All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth, for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; indeed, he has prepared a city for them.

Hebrews 11

May the words…

I have just returned from a holiday in Croatia. My wife and I decided that to minimise our carbon footprint we would go by train and it made for a fun journey. We got as far as the beautiful and ancient city of Dubrovnik.



And at the end of our two weeks having been on twelve trains, three ferries, one bus and car we got safely back to Clapham North tube station.

Travelling slowly towards a great city is the subject of our reading this morning from the Book of Hebrews. That city is one designed and built by God, elsewhere it is called the ‘City of God’ or ‘the New Jerusalem’.

The writer tells us that we are pilgrims on the way to this city and reminds us of those who have gone before. He continues by giving us three pieces of advice for the journey.

Firstly, we should travel by faith. Being convinced of the promises of God- fanciful as they may sometimes seem. And allowing these promises to shape our lives and actions.

As I have recently been reminded, that can be scary. Over the last year I have exchanged a career, a final salary pension scheme and a team of twenty for a grant, a student railcard and an unknown prospect of where I will be living and working for the next three years. To be frank, this is a vocation that I have edged into, a heady cocktail of faith and fear. Someone once said that ‘God made the world round, so that we cannot see too far ahead’. So, travel by faith seems good advice.

Secondly, the writer tells us that we should travel light. We are honoured citizens of the eternal city to which we are travelling but for now we are strangers and foreigners, living in tents.

This theme is taken up in our Gospel reading from Luke. “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”. For those of us who are well off such a radical message can be hard to swallow. It is a powerful reminder that our wealth, or whatever it is that we hold dear, influences the choices that we make. An enduring truth echoed by Frodo’s ring and more recently Harry Potter’s Hallows and Horcruxes. And so we are told that if we are going to get to this city- we should travel lightly.

Thirdly, we should travel hopefully. Straining to look ahead to catch sight of this great city. Recognising and celebrating the signs of it appearing.

To travel in hope requires us to think the best of others and more importantly to think the best of ourselves. It requires us to encourage and share our good news with one another. To celebrate our joys and stand with one another in our sorrows. That is something that we do here each week and it is called Church.

So we should travel in faith, travel lightly and in hope.

Let me share with you an example of what I mean. A conversation which I had up the road from here the other week.

As part of my placement here, I have spent a few afternoons with Tony, a youth worker employed by the YMCA and part funded by Holy Trinity. Tony works on the steps of the Centre Courts shopping centre with teenagers who hang around there in the afternoons. Some are there to meet friends, others because it feels safe and it’s the most interesting place to be. For a few, it is a good place to deal drugs with older teenagers from up the hill buying and those down the hill selling.

Tony is what is known in the trade as ‘detached’ youth worker. That means, there is no youth club, no table tennis tables just yourself, a packet of chewing gum and the ability to strike-up a conversation. That’s travelling light.

When I was with Tony standing next to the big iron figures at the top of the steps, we started chatting with a young man. ‘Abdul’ is seventeen, was born in Afghanistan and moved to Britain about five years ago.

He told us that he had just started 100 hours of community service after being convicted for assault. He had got into a fight and with other teenagers on a bus who were racially abusing him. He explained that CCTV caught the images of the fight but with no audio it had not recorded the abuse that preceded it. Abdul is now taking fewer drugs and is starting a College course in tourism.

Tony asked him about his hopes for the future. He went on to gently encourage him to keep a clear head for his studies and advised him to try to complete his community service before the beginning of the new term. In all, we spoke for maybe five minutes but it was enough and perhaps he will stop and chat another day and let us know how he is getting on.

It’s Tony’s faith that led him into this work. It is hope that drove that conversation and by the end of it I believe that Abdul and Tony were a little closer to the City of God.

My own experience of this pilgrimage is that it is made in small steps, not giant leaps. Yet with each loving, hopeful and generous decision that we make this City comes a little closer.


Let me leave you with a vision of it from Revelation. Where we read that this is City that descends from Heaven, as God makes his home among us, wiping the tears from our eyes and making all things new. It is a Holy city in which mourning, dying, pain and death will be no more.

More than any other beautiful and ancient city, it is well worth the trip, however long it takes.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

A meditation on Jacob wrestling with God

This evening I would like to invite us to meditate on the story of Jacob wrestling with God and to explore those areas in our own lives where we too might be wrestling with God. I will begin by re-reading the story. I will then guide us through a brief meditation using statements, questions and silence for reflection. We will end with a short prayer. So as we begin, feel free to put down your books, relax, close your eyes and make yourself comfortable.

“Jacob got up and took his two wives, his two maids, and his eleven children, and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. He took them and sent them across the stream, and likewise everything that he had. Jacob was left alone; and a man wrestled with him until daybreak. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he struck him on the hip socket; and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. Then he said, ‘Let me go, for the day is breaking.’ But Jacob said, ‘I will not let you go, unless you bless me.’

So he said to him, ‘What is your name?’ And he said, ‘Jacob.’ Then the man said, ‘You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with humans, and have prevailed.’ Then Jacob asked him, ‘Please tell me your name.’ But he said, ‘Why is it that you ask my name?’ And there he blessed him. So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, ‘For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life is preserved.’”

I am alone in a desert. I have left my family and possessions. I am beside a ford in a river. Ahead of me is God’s promised land. What can I see? What can I hear? What can I smell?

What is the promised land to which God calls me?

I wrestle with things in my life; with myself, my relationships and the decisions that I make. Where is God in my wrestling?

God calls me, he challenges me, God demands things of me that scare me. He wrestles with me. I wrestle with him. What does God want of me?

This is no man, nor angel but God. I will not let him go and he has blessed me and will continue to bless me. How can my life be a blessing to others?

And so, changed by my struggle, I cross the river and walk on into God’s promised land. Back to my life here, to this Church, to one another and to Wimbledon.

Let us pray:
O God, with whom we wrestle until the break of day,
Make us long to see your face
Beyond the limits of our strength;
That in our wounds we may remember you,
And in your blessing
We may find ourselves,
Through Jesus Christ,
Amen.

Prayer from 'All Desires Known' by Janet Morley

World travels

Feast of the Visitation (BCP)

Tonight we celebrate the Feast of the Visitation when the unborn John the Baptist leaps and rejoices as he recognises the nearness of Christ. This is one of several festivals marking the special place of Mary in the life of the church. A very special woman, in an institution that can at times seem to be dominated by men.

The role of women in another male dominated institution was a hot news topic last week with the appointment of Jaqui Smith as Home Secretary. Does this mark an important new development for women in government and will a woman Home Secretary act any differently from a man? We shall see.

Mary is portrayed by Luke as the mother of Christ, the first believer and as a representative of the Church. Popular Christian piety built upon the biblical accounts and by the fourth century Mary had been given the important title ‘Theotokos’, Mother of God. The middle ages were the high water mark of devotion to Mary as a merciful, Queen of heaven, pleading for sinners to a distant and judgemental Christ.

European travellers to pre-reformation England noted how many Churches were named after her and spoke of England as, ‘Mary’s dowry’. But it was not to last. The reformation focus on salvation by faith alone and the growing trend across Europe to doubt any fanciful beliefs brought an end to much Marian devotion. Interestingly, recent Roman Catholic teaching on Mary has returned to scripture and the earliest traditions of the church.

So what, if anything, can Mary offer to our own prayer life?

Essentially, I think that we should get over our inherited suspicions of Mary and need to rediscover her for ourselves.

As a peasant girl who opened herself up to the implications of God’s love, who rejected male power structures and risked being abandoned by those closest to her, who became a refugee, who suffered pain and tragic loss in her life and yet through all this- was woman of faith.

We see this most starkly in the Magnificat that we have said together tonight. A radical prophecy that we rarely take seriously. In it Mary proclaims God’s revolutionary love for the world. Perhaps most striking of all is Mary’s faith in what God has already achieved in Christ, even before he is born. “He hath shewed strength with his arm”, “He hath filled the hungry with good things”. It is a faith we would do well to imitate.

Listening to Woman’s hour last week, the conclusion was that we should not wait for Jacqui Smith to single-handedly rebuild our communities. To create such a superwoman is merely to await her fall from grace- and office. There is a similar danger with Marian devotion. A form of cosmic projection with which Freud would have a field day.

So let’s not put Mary on a divine pedestal, however, we would do well to meditate upon her faith and the Magnificat in particular and, like her, to treasure in our hearts God’s radical promises.

Amen.

A sermon on 'Reaching out'

Soon afterwards Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went with him. As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the town. When the Lord saw her, he had compassion for her and said to her, ‘Do not weep.’ Then he came forward and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still. And he said, ‘Young man, I say to you, rise!’ The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother. Fear seized all of them; and they glorified God, saying, ‘A great prophet has risen among us!’ and ‘God has looked favourably on his people!’ This word about him spread throughout Judea and all the surrounding country. Lk. 7.11-17

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. When I was at school we went on a walking trip to Dartmoor. We had to carry all our camping equipment on our backs and cover thirty miles in three days. At the time I came up to about here. My rucksack came up to about here.

Now one of the problems with Dartmoor is that it is boggy. Huge deep puddles of mud that look this deep but continue down for several feet. Day one we set out, to the hills not long after starting I tried to jump across just such a puddle only to find myself waist deep and heading down under the weight of my rucksack.

My so called school friends stood back and laughed. Once they had wiped the tears of laughter from their eyes however, they did reach out to pull me out. So I am a great believer in reaching out to others and we have an example of this in our Gospel reading today.

The widow of Nain
Our story from Luke this morning starts as a tragedy. Jesus and his disciples are on their way to a small village and coming in the opposite direction is a funeral procession (look). A child has died and his mother, who has already lost her husband, will be left alone. A pretty desperate situation for a woman in 1st. century Palestine.

What do you feel when you hear this story?
Is it a happy story or a sad one?
What is the turning point?

I wonder where Jesus was going? I wonder what he had on his mind? Whatever the answers he takes the time to stop, to see what is going on and…

His heart goes out to the woman…
He has compassion…
His heart broke…

So he goes over, touches the boy and in a miraculous moment, the child is raised from the dead. A potentially tragic situation becomes a cause for celebration and hope.

A Vocation to Compassion
This is just one example of Jesus reaching out to lepers, adulterers, tax collectors, the disabled. People in need, People on the margins. Now, if you think back to our readings over the last few weeks, you will remember that we have heard about the Church continuing Jesus’ work, through the power of the Spirit.

So, if Jesus allowed his heart to go out to others, so should we. If he was called to be compassionate so are we. And if that led him to reach out to others, then we should reach out too. Because, brothers and sisters we are God’s hands and feet in this world to do his will and show his love.

So, as we share the peace today, let us reach out to others with the love of Christ. As we pray our intercessions, let us also listen for what is on God’s heart. And as we go out from here, I invite you to chose someone particular this week to whom you will reach out.

Amen.

Young Londoners prayers

Over the last few weeks I have been working with the youth group at St. George's Camberwell, preparing some prayers. Following a discusion around things that we wanted to thank God for and things that we wanted to pray about the group took disposable cameras out to take photos that would illustrate their prayers. The results are below...


Let us pray for the Church and the world using the response:
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We thank you for giving us Churches to go to and letting us give thanks to you. We
also thank you for giving us nice buildings to live in and for this Church.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

Thank you for all our mothers and fathers that take care of us and love us. Thank you also for all the clothes we have.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We thank you for this congregation and for our priests. We thank you for the gift of life We are also grateful for our homes and family. We thank you for friends and school.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We thank you for giving us wonderful friends who respect and understand us when we are feeling up or down. We also thank you for friends we can have a laugh with. Help us to understand that friends are angels from above.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We pray for our Church and good SATS results and we thank God for a great family, a nice school and a lovely world.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We remember today people who feel that they don’t belong and for an end to war and poverty in Africa.
God of Love…
Hear our prayer

We thank you for the homes that we live in, for our families and for the love we all share. May we continue to love one another as God loves each and every one of us.
Merciful Father….

Bovine Liberation Theology

A Mission to Somerset

This Holy Week a group of trainee vicars from Cambridge went to the Hardington Vale group of parishes in Somerset to assist with a parish mission. The week involved a sports holiday club, any 'Any questions for God?' evening, Maundy Thursday shoe polishing and preaching at Holy Week services. Here is the sermon that I preached on Easter morning...

Well it’s been quite a week hasn’t it. I wonder what you enjoyed most about the Mission? What did you learn about Easter through those activities? Well I too have learnt things, as the week has gone on.

I‘ve learnt how much energy your young people have. How much you value family and how fattening mission can be as we have been to dinner parties with people in the parish every night this week! So on behalf of all of us from westcott, we would like to thank you for your welcome and hospitality.


It has also been quite a week in our Gospel story as well. If you cast your minds back to Palm Sunday crowds were excited- but everything was on a knife edge. The religious and imperial authorities saw Jesus message of love as a threat to their power. As the week has gone on, things have gone from bad to worse as Jesus was arrested, tried, flogged, paraded through the streets and hung on a cross to die. A terrible end to a life that held so much hope…But, it isn’t the end & that is what Easter is about.

And that brings us to our Gospel reading this morning. We read of the women going to the tomb in sadness and confusion and then finding no body. There are strange heavenly figures telling them that Jesus is raised from the dead and so they rush to tell the disciples…What do you think was going through their head? What do you think that they felt?

So, should we believe these women? Or is this just an ‘idle tale’, ‘nonsense’, wishful thinking! You know what women are like! Well we perhaps ought to at least consider what they say, because they were known to the disciples, they were witnessing to something that they had seen at first hand and as a group their testimony seems to agree.

The question that the disciples must have had is ‘How did Jesus rise from the dead?’ I’m sure that it is the question we too ask. The short answer is that we just don’t know, we were not there. But something happened that meant Jesus’ body could not be found. Something happened that allowed the risen Christ to appear to the disciples in locked rooms and on road to Emmaus. Something happened that turned a scared and bewildered group into a Church that within 300 years had spread across the known world. And something happened that has drawn us to be here today, this Easter morning.

Perhaps we too are a pretty ropey group of followers, perhaps we hope more than we believe and perhaps we are driven more by our fears than by our hopes. But as with the first disciples, this morning the risen Christ is here to greet us. He is here to proclaim that life has overcome death, that love is stronger than fear and that this ‘wishful thinking’ is no lie but is an amazing truth that can liberate us from the lies and nonsense of this fleeting world.

A world which suggests that we are worth no more than we can earn or says that our god is fine as long as he is kept as a Sunday morning hobby. Yet our Easter story proclaims that our God cannot be kept in tomb, put in a box or contained in a Church, even one as beautiful as this!

So brothers and sisters as we greet this festival day, I invite you to be amazed. And to live in the confidence of God’s overflowing love, revealed in Christ. A love that calls us to love one another and put that love to work in the humdrum decisions of our daily lives. And in a small way, that is what we have tried to do in the mission this week.

Now, if you are relieved its all over. I have good news and bad new. The good news is that the crazy ordinands with their odd T-shirts and smelly incense are going home! The bad news is that it is not a Hardington Vale mission that we are involved in but God’s mission to his world. A mission in which God sent his son into the world as a sign of his love and in which we are witnesses to that love as Christ’s hands and feet to do God’s will in the world. As we bring up our children, as we volunteer our time and talents as we consider our work, our lifestyles and the best use of our money. This mission goes on.


So in the words of our Gospel story this morning I invite you, like Peter, to come to this Holy place and meet the risen Christ and to return home amazed at what has happened this week and committed to living this out in our lives.

Alleluia, Christ is risen!