Meditation for Easter

Collects

Almighty God, through your only-begotten Son Jesus Christ you have overcome death and opened to us the gate of everlasting life: Grant that, as by your grace going before us you put into our minds good desires, so by your continual help we may bring them to good effect; through Jesus Christ our risen Lord who is alive and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.

Good Friday – the Passion. Matthew 27:45-51

From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, ‘Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?’ that is, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, ‘This man is calling for Elijah.’ At once one of them ran and got a sponge, filled it with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink. But the others said, ‘Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.’ Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split.

Meditation for Palm Sunday

Collects

Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing that you have made and forgive the sins of all those who are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts that we, worthily lamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may receive from you, the God of all  mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Luke 19: 28-40

Jesus went on ahead, going up to Jerusalem.

When he had come near Bethphage and Bethany, at the place called the Mount of Olives, he sent two of the disciples, saying, ‘Go into the village ahead of you, and as you enter it you will find tied there a colt that has never been ridden. Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, “Why are you untying it?” just say this: “The Lord needs it.” ’ So those who were sent departed and found it as he had told them. As they were untying the colt, its owners asked them, ‘Why are you untying the colt?’ They said, ‘The Lord needs it.’ Then they brought it to Jesus; and after throwing their cloaks on the colt, they set Jesus on it. As he rode along, people kept spreading their cloaks on the road. As he was now approaching the path down from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the deeds of power that they had seen, saying,

‘Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!

Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!’

Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, ‘Teacher, order your disciples to stop.’ He answered, ‘I tell you, if these were silent, the stones would shout out.’

There are numerous stories of self-sacrifice in history – Captain Oakes, the Chernobyl Three, the people of the Derbyshire village of Eyam to name but a few out of many. Out of gratitude and thanksgiving, we should never forget their action of putting the life of others before their own.

And in literature, for me, the most moving description of loving self-sacrifice comes at the end of Charles Dickens ‘A Tale of two Cities’, describing the thoughts of Sydney Carton on his journey to the Guillotine to take the place of his rival Charles Darnay, out of love for Lucie, Darnay’s wife.

‘They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic’.

There is no doubt in my mind that Dickens was inspired by his knowledge of the story of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem in Luke’s Gospel.

We close our eyes, and it is Jesus’ face we now see, just as in turn He sees the faces in the cheering crowd who will soon be demanding His Crucifixion. He knows that this journey will end in humiliation, pain and death – but He rides on in love, not just for a few, but for the whole of humankind, including those who do not love Him.

He climbs His cross in our stead. He is sinless, we were not – but He takes our sin unto Himself, allowing us the freedom to choose to serve His purpose rather than our own – no amount of self-sacrifice on our individual part can ever equal His, but as we work together as one with His people worldwide, we can make the difference needed to bring in His Kingdom of peace and love.

We can do far, far better things… …with His help.

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Meditation for the Fifth Sunday in Lent

Passion Sunday

Collects

Most merciful God, who by the death and resurrection of your Son Jesus Christ delivered and saved the world: Grant that by faith in him who suffered on the cross, we may triumph in the power of his victory;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing that you have made and forgive the sins of all those who are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts that we, worthily lamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may receive from you, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Phillippians 3: 4b-14

I have reason for confidence in the flesh. If anyone else has reason to be confident in the flesh, I have more: circumcised on the eighth day, a member of the people of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew born of Hebrews; as to the law, a Pharisee; as to zeal, a persecutor of the church; as to righteousness under the law, blameless.

Yet whatever gains I had, these I have come to regard as loss because of Christ. More than that, I regard everything as loss because of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things, and I regard them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but one that comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God based on faith. I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the sharing of his sufferings by becoming like him in his death, if somehow I may attain the resurrection from the dead.

Not that I have already obtained this or have already reached the goal; but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. Beloved, I do not consider that I have made it my own; but this one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on towards the goal for the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus.

In the film ‘Chariots of fire, there is a scene where Harold Abrahams is distraught at having lost a race he felt he should have won because he looked over his shoulder at his opponent. “I had to look for him. It’s absolutely
fundamental. You never look.”

It doesn’t matter what we are trying to do – we allow ourselves to be distracted and in that instant, we lose sight of the finish line.

It’s so tempting. I glance over my shoulder to see how the next man is doing –is he working as hard as me? And is he getting the same reward, even though he’s not putting in half as much effort?

Or when I’m trying to get something urgent finished – the smell of fresh coffee destroys my concentration.

There is one unfailing way of making sure you hit the boundary – ‘Watch the ball’, said every coach since the dawn of time. But we don’t, and we hear that horrible sound of tumbling wickets.

St Paul doesn’t mention sport, but I think it was in his mind when he wrote to the Philippians about focussing on the highest priority of them all, the objective, the finish line: knowing Jesus, and as His body, bringing in the Kingdom. That’s the objective, the finish tape. The task that Jesus calls me to do.

“Me?” I say. “I’m nowhere near good enough. There are too many other important things that get in the way.”

“Yes, You” says the Lord. “You might not be good enough in your own strength. But if you let me, I’ll be with you all the way. You’ll have to train hard. You’ll make many mistakes, and you’ll fall down often – especially if you lose sight of the prize above all prizes and let the world take hold of your determination. But if every time, you get up and start again, letting everything else go, you’ll make it to the tape. Just trust me.“

In the same film, in the pouring rain, Eric Liddell speaks to the crowd that have seen him win a race.

“Who am I to say, “Believe, have faith,” in the face of life’s realities? I would like to give you something more permanent, but I can only point the way. I have no formula for winning the race. Everyone runs in her own way, or his own way. And where does the power come from, to see the race to its end? From within. Jesus said, ‘Behold, the Kingdom of God is within you. If with all your hearts, you truly seek me, you shall ever surely find me.’ If you commit yourself to the love of Christ, then that is how you run a straight race.”

And a final quote from another gold medallist, the sprinter Carl Lewis – ‘If you don’t have confidence, you’ll always find a way not to win’

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Meditation for the Fourth Sunday in Lent

Mothering Sunday

Collects

Col 3: 12-17

As God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience. Bear with one another and, if anyone has a complaint against another, forgive each other; just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.

And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in the one body. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly; teach and admonish one another in all wisdom; and with gratitude in your hearts sing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs to God. And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Luke 2: 25-35

Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon; this man was righteous and devout, looking forward to the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit rested on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah. Guided by the Spirit, Simeon came into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him what was customary under the law, Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying,

‘Master, now dismiss your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.’

And the child’s father and mother were amazed at what was being said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to his mother Mary, ‘This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed—and a sword will pierce your own soul too.

Mothers Day and Mothering Sunday

Mothers Day. Yes, it might be a sales opportunity for Chocolates and overpriced Daffodils, but nonetheless, having a Mother is one of the few – if not the only – attributes that every person on earth shares, and we would have to agree that generally speaking, Mothers are a good thing worth celebrating. They certainly deserve a bit of extra care and pampering on one day out of three hundred and sixty-five. (In fact three hundred and sixty-five out of three hundred and sixty-five would be more appropriate.)

But to celebrate on the Fourth Sunday in Lent, when we are supposed to be preparing and denying ourselves in preparation for the appalling drama about to unfold, does appear a little strange, to say the least. Chocolates in Lent? Which is why Mothers Day and Mothering Sunday are totally different. The former is a thank you for those who raised us – and it is right that we should – the latter is about our response to the pain of the sword that pierces the soul and lays bare our inner selves. Paul encapsulates that response in his letter to the Corinthians, addressed to all –women, men, Jews, Greeks, slaves or free. In summary, we are to love and be the body of Christ in our sacrificial service – just as He sacrificed for us. However, as Julian of Norwich wrote, ‘the example of a mother’s service is closest, most willing, and most sure because it is most true’, and thus we use that example as part of our Lenten journey.

Mary’s experience, the vision of her child’s future pain, is the same for all who look at the state of the world and the legacy that today’s children will inherit. In response, we are called to ‘Mothering’ behaviour – the acts of compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience that are not exclusive to Mothers, but to all of us – parents, sisters, brothers, children. So then, whatever we do, we look to the future of those we care for – and the world that suffers the pain of the sword. Let there be love.

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Meditation for the Third Sunday in Lent

Collects

Luke 13: 1-9

At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. He asked them, ‘Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them—do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.’

Then he told this parable: ‘A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, “See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?” He replied, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig round it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.” ’

Bloodshed and desecration in a Holy place, worshippers martyred by a vicious thug whose cruelty masks his weakness as a leader.

Innocent men, women and children killed as a result of the negligence and penny-pinching of builders looking only to maximise profit.

Natural disaster; war; sectarian, domestic and sexual violence; racism; slavery; poverty; lies; and betrayal.

You only have to open a newspaper to read about all of these happening in our ‘modern’ society.

Sadly, you only have to open your Bible and you can read about them there too.

‘If God’s on our side’, sang Bob Dylan in the Sixties ‘He’ll stop the next war’. He didn’t. Does that mean He’s not on our side? It’s a question that we have to be able to answer if our faith is to have any integrity in the face of those who are in pain. I hear it often from people wishing to justify their atheism. ‘If a loving God really exists, He wouldn’t allow suffering’.

To which the only answer I can give is to ask people to describe a world in which there is no pain and nothing bad ever happens because God is in control of our every thought and action, and He fixes everything before it happens. Unfortunately, if that were the case, neither would anything be capable of recognition as good. Think about it. Would you want to live as a puppet without free will? Where there was no opportunity for self-denying kindness or service? Where tomorrow would be just the same as today? Where there was no such thing as illness, and where therefore everyone would live for ever – in a world in which picture-perfection was as soulless as an artificial rose.

OK, says our atheist questioner. “We accept that if God exists, He has to allow pain. But that’s not proof that He does. We wouldn’t notice any difference if He didn’t.”

But I think we would – because Sin certainly does exist, and in a Godless, sinful world, it would be impossible to know love. But we do, and we choose to offer love in turn. God gives us the freedom to make that choice, and will always offer us another chance when we fail, as He did to the barren fig tree. We choose to trust in His grace and to Love in a life that is sometimes hard, sometimes full of joy, often inexplicable, but real

gods and God

You tell me of your god of beauty,
and you ask what are my beautiful names for him?
Your god being in the mind, mine alive,
he may claim silken names; but they are only words.
My own words might not sound as soft,
but often truth is not so pleasing to the ear as lies.
You tell me of your god of calm and peace,
of trees and open hills, of silver rivers,
ice-clear skies and morning rain,
your god of gentle names.
How small you think him; mine
is all of these, but so much more.
My God is a God of man, and He is where His children are.
So a God in pain and tears, He is,
a God in suffering, of crisis and of scars.
All these things He knows.
And though the picture that you paint
might smile with you when things are going well;
when you need him, how the colour fades.
Where is your garden-god when you are lost?
Where is your beauty-god when you are hungry and alone?
Where is your pain in his experience?
What map can guide him to your wounds?
So I’ll keep faith with my God, if you please;
the One who comes to me and stays,
not just in warm and slipper’d ease
but through the hurting days.

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Meditation for the Second Sunday in Lent

Collects

Almighty God,
whose Son Jesus Christ fasted forty days in the wilderness,
and was tempted as we are, yet without sin:
Give us grace to discipline ourselves
in obedience to your Spirit;
and, as you know our weakness,
so may we know your power to save;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Luke 13: 31-35

At that very hour some Pharisees came and said to him, ‘Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you.’ He said to them, ‘Go and tell that fox for me,^* “Listen, I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and on the third day I finish my work. Yet today, tomorrow, and the next day I must be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed away from Jerusalem.” Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.” ’

The classic definition of Tragedy as a literary device is the telling of a story or drama that presents an admirable or courageous character who confronts powerful forces internally or externally leading to a misjudgement or character deficiency. There is only one possible end, and the main character is inevitably drawn to their tragic conclusion. However she/ he maintains a dignity that reveals the nature of the human spirit in the face of failure, defeat, and even death. Examples throughout various ages would include Oedipus, King Arthur, Joan of Arc, Heathcliff, Anna Karenina and many others. (Space here ………. to insert your own favourite)

It would be superficially tempting to see Jesus as a tragic actor in such a drama. From the beginning of His Ministry to His crucifixion, the outcome is clearly anticipated – His enemies are many and powerful. The Accuser in the wilderness. The Pharisees and Sadducees concerned with their own role and status. Herod, the weak, thuggish puppet of Rome. The baying crowd demanding the release of Bar-Abbas. Despite all their treacheries, Jesus maintains His dignity to the end.

A classical tragedy – were it not for the dramatic twist – that the end isn’t the end, but the beginning. Unlike the other tragic heroes, Jesus has no flaw or blemish other than those inflicted by others: the scars on His back, the thorn-blood on His forehead, the betrayal by His friend.

The Gospel story is not a Tragedy – but a Victory.

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