Wait for it...

If you were left in a room with a plate of marshmallows and asked not to touch them, what would you do? I know my answer.

Apparently this was a serious experiment conducted with children in the 1960s. Tracking them in later life, scientists concluded that those who could wait turned out to be more successful. Well now we have a similar experiment, right here in Church.

Sorry, there are no marshmallows- but I can offer you the season of advent which starts today. Advent invites us to wait, before we enjoy the celebration of Christmas. Looking down the high street or flicking through our own diaries may make this seem a forlorn hope.

Despite this background noise, however, Advent demands patience; patience to wait for the coming of Christ at Christmas and patience to wait for his return at the end of time and the ultimate fulfilment of the Kingdom of Heaven.

I have never been very good at waiting but according to one new book, it is an important Christian virtue. ‘The meaning is in the waiting’, says Paula Gooder in her book of the same name, containing daily reflections for advent. Through such active waiting, she suggests that we can learn to savour the present moment, to recollect God’s promises from the past and to yearn for their ultimate fulfilment in the future.

As a gentle chant from the Taizé community puts it:
Wait for the Lord,
Whose day is near,
Wait for the Lord,
Keep watch, take heart!

Martyrs and witnesses

This week the Church remembers several important ‘martyrs’ amongst them Nicholas Ridley and Hugh Latimer. They were both Bishops, important figures in the English reformation and ultimately victims of its tumultuous politics.

Their legacy to the English Church is significant. Ridley was Chaplain to Cranmer when he was Archbishop of Canterbury and had an important influence on the Book of Common Prayer. Meanwhile, Latimer was a great preacher and eventually became Bishop of Worcester.

Eventually, when Mary Tudor came to the throne and restored Roman Catholicism, both Ridley and Latimer were burned at the stake in Oxford. According to tradition the older Latimer cried out to Ridley as the flames grew higher, “Be of good comfort master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle by God’s grace in England, as I trust shall never be put out.” Over four hundred years on, it seems his final wish was granted.

Today, we understand martyrs to be those who have died for their faith or for a cause. Interestingly, the ancient Greek word, ‘martyros’ refers to ‘a witness’. It was only later within the life of the persecuted early Church that it became clear that to be such a witness sometimes called for the ultimate sacrifice.

St. Paul tells us that we must all stand ready to give an account of what he describes as “the hope that lies within”. So whilst none of us are likely to be martyrs, all of us are called to be witnesses.

A very modern idol

Several years ago, when Helen and I were planning our wedding we decided that it would be fun to work with a jeweller to make wedding rings for one another. This involved spending a day melting a lump of gold, pressing it into a band and bending it round, creating the join and smoothing out the curves, before finally buffing and polishing.

This complex process was all assisted by an attentive jeweller over our shoulder and a glass of bubbly within easy reach. It made for a memorable day and I’d be happy to recommend them to any engaged couples here this morning.

Melting down gold jewellery is also a significant feature of our Old Testament reading this morning. The infamous story of the golden calf. Moses, we hear, has been away on the top of Mount Sinai, speaking with God and receiving the ten commandments. Meanwhile, the people of Israel seem to have given up on him and God- deciding instead to make a god for themselves. And so they gather-up their gold, cast the image of a calf and bow down in worship- as Aaron proclaims, “These are your Gods, O Israel, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt.”

This is perhaps the classic story of idolatry in the Hebrew Scriptures. A story that is replayed again and again as Israel turns from God and his law and puts in his place a variety of idols. Sometimes they chose gods of more powerful nations. At other times they chose gods who seemed more accommodating than the God of Israel- with his tiresome laws. And on more than one occasion they preferred eastern fertility gods with what we might politely term their ‘exotic’ worship practices.

Time and again we hear the prophets preach against these idols and mock those who bow down to lifeless statues. Isaiah challenges these idols to predict the future, knowing that they will be silent. Jeremiah asks what kind of people go around swapping gods- exchanging the glory of the one true God for a worthless lump of wood. Meanwhile, Ezekiel takes it a stage further suggesting that people have set-up idols in their hearts and that it is not just an outward temptation but also be an inner obsession.

Talk of idolatry can seem an ancient irrelevance. Surely these are merely the bizarre practices of a bygone age and an ignorant people. And yet, there are some very modern idols. Indeed only last week, as turmoil on the financial markets deepened and Gold reached £16/gram the Archbishop of Canterbury suggested that the western world has made an idol of the market.

In an article in the Spectator, he argued that capitalism has its own mythology. One which proclaims that the market has a reality, authority and mind of its own. Reading the papers this week, it does seem as if the market has a global power which all must recognise, that we must follow wherever it leads and that huge, possibly human, sacrifices must be made to it. It seems that the Archbishop may have a point.

In the Old Testament, idolatry in the Temple was seen as the cause of decay in wider society and potential national ruin; justice was forgotten, the poor trampled under foot and foreign nations threatened war.

This week, there has certainly been a lot of comment on the failure of ethics and regulation within our own financial markets; whether it be unrealistic borrowing, trading in toxic debt or bonuses that reward recklessness. This in turn has given way to even more worrying talk of a wider economic recession.

We do have to be careful about reading Scripture on to the modern world. But might these events be the result of our idolisation of the market? A belief that greed and fear are the only economic principles?

Perhaps the most developed Christian analysis of the market can be found in the social teaching of the Catholic Church. It understands the market positively as an effective engine for progress and development, however, it warns that the market must never be allowed to become a law unto itself.

Rather the market should be seen as an effective means to a higher end. That higher end is the ‘common good’ and flourishing of all humanity. And this requires us to use justice, freedom and truth as our guiding principles and love as our final regulator.

It would seem that this idol is now crumbling before our eyes. Possibly, collapsing under the weight of its own rich decoration. In the face of these momentous events there are, of course, many lessons to be learnt not only for our bankers and politicians but also for all of us who borrow and save.

But perhaps the most radical response that we can make as the Church, is to worship. To worship the one true God, to allow his love to fill our hearts and overflow into lives which seek the common good of all humanity made in His image and likeness.

Amen.

Funeral Prayers for Shakilus Townsend

The video above is a Home Office anti-knife Crime video. Copies of this were circulated to young people attending the recent funeral of Shakilus Townsend at St. Stephen's south Dulwich. Below are some of prayers that were said at that funeral.

Creator God, we give thanks for Shaki’s life. For his cheeky smile, for his friendship, his love and for each of the special memories that we cherish.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

God of faithfulness, you have called Shaki to yourself. Forgive his sins and failings we pray, welcome him into your presence so that he may find his rest in you.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

Christ you called us to be a neighbour to all. And so we give you thanks for all those who were with Shaki in his last moments on earth. For members of the public, for the paramedics, and for the doctors and nurses of St. George’s hospital.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

Father of all, whose Son is the Prince of peace. We pray for all our young people that they may know the power of your love and may see it in the care of their own family and friends.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

Christ said, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God” and so we pray for all working to bring an end to this violence and commit ourselves to bring peace to our streets.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

We pray for all who miss Shaki so much, especially Nicola, Derek, Shaki’s brothers and sisters and all those who love him. Father, we offer you our anger, our grief and our tears. We pray that you may hold us tightly in your arms so that we might know your peace, your comfort and your love.

Lord hear us
Lord, graciously hear us

Father God, you are our beginning and our end. We pray that we may live in the light of that knowledge and ask for your wisdom and grace that we might to use well the time left to us on earth.

And so we say together…

God of mercy,
Entrusting into your hands all that you have made,
And rejoicing in your communion with all your faithful people,
We make our prayers through Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Amen.

Forgiveness...

A couple of years ago, I was one of several leaders organising a Church youth club camping trip. The minibuses were packed and before we set-off, we decided to fill-up at the petrol station opposite the Church. I went over and dutifully filled-up with about £50 worth of diesel. That’s back in the days when £50 bought you quite a lot of fuel!

Anyway, I drove the minibus back over the road. The young people piled in and I turned the key in the ignition. In response the engine spluttered, thick black smoke poured out of the exhaust but forward movement- there was none. I wonder whether you have spotted my innocent mistake? Yes. This minibus ran on unleaded petrol and was not going anywhere.

The person leading the trip did not take this development terribly well. Indeed, it would be fair to say that she was apoplectic with rage and did not speak to me until we had rented a new minibus, unloaded, reloaded and driven in silence to the campsite. It was a long journey during which time, I had ample opportunity to meditate upon my need for forgiveness.




The unforgiving servant

In our Gospel reading today we hear of others in need of forgiveness in the ‘Parable of the Unforgiving Servant’. This story tells the tale of a King who discovers gross mismanagement of his accounts by his servant and is about to sell his family into slavery when the servant pleads for mercy.

His debt of ten thousand talents is vast. One talent represents 20 Kilos of silver and ‘ten thousand’ was a turn of phrase for the largest number imaginable. The servant’s plight seems to be hopeless.

To our surprise, however, the King displays an outrageous generosity and forgives the debt. The servant’s memory is, however, very short and rather than allowing this gracious experience to change his life he rushes out to demand full payment of one hundred denarii grabbing his debtor by the throat. The King hears of this, calls the slave back to him, tortures him and demands he pay back the whole, original debt. Something he will never achieve.

So what are we to make of this parable?

Is God an angry King and are we merely miserable sinners in need of forgiveness? Our modern secular society would say no. Instead it would suggest that we are responsible individuals, requiring no higher authority for our lives. So, it would conclude that we need neither God, nor his forgiveness. I would like to suggest, however, that this is not true.

Firstly, I believe that we know our need of forgiveness inside ourselves. We wish to do the right thing and to live out the Gospel and yet too often what we pray and desire on a Sunday evaporates under the pressure of Monday.

Secondly, we know our need of forgiveness in our personal relationships. We may wish to do good by our friends, neighbours, even our loved ones. And yet we all carry memories of regret. For selfish choices, for things said in anger or- not said in fear.

Thirdly, we know our need of forgiveness in our wider world. Whilst many God-given energies are making the world a better place. We read daily of hunger in a world of plenty and pollution in a world of abundant blessing.

So perhaps the image of God as a merciful King is not so unhelpful. Perhaps the idea of ourselves as people given huge responsibility, and yet flawed, isn’t so wide of the mark. And maybe the idea that this forgiveness needs to be shared around starts to make sense.

Forgiveness is a fundamental plank of the Gospel.

For it is forgiveness that reconciles us to God and one another. At its heart, forgiveness is about relationships and it points us back to the relationship of unending love and understanding shared between the three persons of the Trinity.

Reconciliation, is also one of the sacraments of the Church, and it is offered to us when we come to baptism. In Baptism, we are invited to turn to God in response to his overflowing love. And in a few moments this is the profession that Jose will be making and all of us will have the opportunity to join with him in repenting of our sins and turning to Christ.

When the people of Israel passed through the Red Sea they were liberated from slavery. And, as Jose passes through the waters of baptism, he will be liberated from his sin. As they stood on dry ground, Jose is now putting his life on a firm foundation. And as they sought the promised land, so too Jose take the next step in his journey of faith.

And so, brothers and sisters, I invite you to join Jose as we are reconciled with God and one another and march on together to the promised land.

Amen.

Hallelujah Chorus with added Nuns

Global Day of Action for Burma 6th October

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.