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When Paddington first went to live with the Browns he wasn’t sure how old he was, so they decided to start again at one. They also agreed that bears “just like the queen” have two birthdays every year and they decided that Paddington should celebrate his on Christmas Day and June 25th. Although Paddington always celebrates his birthdays, he never actually gets any older! This year marks his 58th (human) anniversary, since the publication of the very first book on October 13th 1958.
So, the queen, like Paddington Bear has two birthdays, but not because she is a bear, but because she has a private one (her actual date of birth), and a public one in the summer, when we hope the sun will shine for Trooping the Colour and all the fetes and garden parties which are taking place to celebrate.
This tradition reflects what we know to be true about ourselves and all human beings…. for we each have a public persona and an inner face. Those who know us best probably know us in a way that others don’t, but sometimes perhaps we like to reserve to ourselves an inner space that even those who are nearest to us don’t really encounter, and perhaps even that we don’t acknowledge ourselves. If this includes suppression and denial it can be very destructive. Life is a journey of experiences and relationships that shape us, many of them beyond our control or understanding, and part of being human is learning to live with ourselves, and to live well with ourselves so that we can live well with others. This isn’t always easy…. I worked in a parish that held a Christmas lunch for people who would otherwise be on their own. Families made heroic sacrifices, giving up their own family space, cooking, serving and transporting various lonely souls… and a real mixture of characters would be there, often quite angular and obstreperous… and I recall someone wryly observed, “once you’ve spent Christmas with someone who’s usually alone at Christmas you discover why they’re alone at Christmas….”
Some of us manage to keep our public faces and private lives separate, and some of us can’t help revealing all about ourselves… (I once had a boss who observed drily “you can’t hide it when you’re bored, can you?”), and some even try to project a different face, a heroic version of themselves, and some don’t (or can’t) face up to the truth about themselves…
The story of David and Bathsheba is one that sits uncomfortably with the heroic image of David and has the sordid detail of a tabloid story. David falls for the beautiful Bathsheba and arranged for her husband to be placed in the thick of battle so that he will be killed and so that David can then claim her as a wife. This (note to those who look to scripture for biblical authority on marriage), was in addition to a number of other wives and concubines he already had! David’s secret action angers God and he sends Nathan with a parable that has an impact; David is struck with remorse, but the action has consequences… if you read on in the story the child dies, in spite of David’s prayers, and duly chastened, David changes his ways. I don’t believe God chooses the death of any creature, but we can imagine that such a tragic death will feel like a punishment to one who has been neglectful of his true responsibilities. We are shaped by our experiences of relationship, and most of us negotiate this fairly OK, but not everyone does, which is why those who fall into sin (as the prayer book has it) probably deserve our compassion rather than our condemnation. Addiction and addictive behaviour, criminality and other forms of misanthropy have complex causes. For powerful people like David it is perhaps more reprehensible than for those for whom poverty and abuse have been their parental forces. Our society struggles with penal policy, should we aim to punish or rehabilitate criminals… (what does institutional forgiveness look like?) and within that is a deeper question about whether it is ever right to imprison women, and especially the mothers of children, for whom imprisonment seems bound to create just another generation of unloved people who are bound for yet more criminality.
Whatever our personal views on a public policy like prisons, our faith appears to challenge us to think hard about how the private and public spheres relate to each other, and especially in the context of making a moral judgement. The encounter between Jesus and a woman who is a ‘notorious sinner’ is vivid and plain in its meaning: people who appear to be good risk harbouring evil in their hearts, especially when they are quick to make a judgement about a women whose sinfulness is well-known, but who has the insight to recognise her need of grace when she encounters it and to respond in a way that makes herself vulnerable beyond measure.
It is interesting that straight after this story Luke lists the women who accompanied Jesus…
Mary, called Magdalene, Joanna, the wife of Herod’s steward Chuza, and Susanna, and many others, who provided for them out of their resources. We also know of Martha and Mary, the mother of Zebedee, Mary the mother of James and John, Mary his mother, Salome, Mary the wife of Clopas, quite apart from the Samaritan woman, the Syro-Phonecian woman, the woman whom he healed on the Sabbath and called a daughter of Abraham, the widow of Nain, the woman with the issue of blood, the daughter of the synagogue leader… in fact women often feature more prominently than the men, and this represents a subversion of accepted norms, which of course is the nature of grace. Jesus parries the judgements of his hosts with a story about forgiveness, which he casts in economic terms, and even this story makes little sense; what lender of money with any business acumen would release his debtors in such a way? The story gains traction if we consider how much people in our world are more indebted than ever, such that (for example) in the referendum debate personal finance is a more important factor than (say), global development or peace in Europe.
The relationship between debt and forgiveness needs more understanding, not least because it highlights another aspect of sin that we must consider, namely the distinction between personal and public sin. It is easy to spot faults in another person (and hide them in ourselves) but what about our participation in the bigger public sins, such as pollution, over-consumption or military expedience?
In the earthy style of the gospels, the way to read this is in the pitiful action of the weeping woman… the diners would not be seated, but reclining around an open square, the woman’s actions are of the deepest humility. Humility is being honest about ourselves, and the net effect is that it should make us very gentle with each other, and this is both the anchor and mechanism of forgiveness…
A Christian writer called Eugene Peterson wrote “The church is a group of sinners, and what’s more, it’s led by sinners”. I’m not entirely sure how this pans out for how a church community represents itself to a wider community, but a character of humility and forgives, grace and generosity of spirit is probably along the right lines. In terms of our personal discipleship it means being willing to make the inward journey to acknowledge the truth about ourselves, before helping others. Elsewhere in the scripture Jesus points out the tendency to spot faults in others rather than address the faults in ourselves. The inner journey is perhaps the hardest one to make, and yet also the most important. Another time I would like to develop this theme, and perhaps it might form the basis for some further study or discernment as a pattern of discipleship, what it means to be truly Christian, ministering forgiveness in places where there is precious little forgiveness. I have a sense that our society and world need it more than ever, and perhaps on a weekend when the celebration of the queen’s birthday might draw us to consider our civic duty, perhaps this is a message the church can be bolder in preaching as a way of creating a more generous society. And that way of thinking might also help inform us decide how we shall vote in the forthcoming referendum, but that’s a public action for each of us to decide in the privacy of the ballot box!
Preached on 10th April 2016 The Third Sunday of Easter
As you know next Sunday is our annual meeting and copies of the report are available, please take one, read it and come ready to participate after the service next week! I’ve enjoyed reading the reports and one caught my eye, from the scouts: Ian writes about how camping gives boys new experiences, especially breakfast! Spreading stuff on your toast is a skill many of us in adult life take for granted…. But where did we learn how to do it? For this young generation it seems it is when away with the 61st for the first time. The damage seen on the first morning has to be seen to be believed. Butter in the jam, jam in the butter and EVERYTHING all over everything else. By day two things are better and by the second weekend away, most of our young people are experts. What would the world’s breakfast table be like without Scouting! What indeed…
Today’s gospel happens at breakfast time. It is said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day… the meal after a wedding is often called the wedding breakfast, the first meal after the marriage. Our own parish breakfast I guess derives from the tradition of fasting before communion… perhaps some here still keep that discipline, but I think it only really works with early services… nonetheless, today’s gospel reading draws our attention to the importance of a meal at the break of the day, when the disciples saw the risen Christ.
Paul had a dramatic vision on the Damascus road. Few of us have had this kind of experience… and so our collect prayer is keenly felt, “give us such knowledge of his presence with us, that we may be strengthened and sustained by his risen life and see you continually in righteousness and truth”. Knowledge of the presence of the risen Christ will affect how we live.
Careful listeners last week will have heard the end of chapter 20…. Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.
Chapter 21 is thought to be a later addition… possibly as a restoration of Peter…. notice the charcoal fire reminding us of the high priest’s courtyard and the three questions which invite Peter to declare his love of Jesus, replacing his threefold denial, and thus restoring him. Other elements of the story are resonant… they’re fishing, there’s a miraculous draught of fishes after the bidding of a stranger… and a prediction of suffering.
So here’s how we find the risen Christ…. (1) at the margins….. edge of sea, (2) in the mundane, and (3) in facing the truth about ourselves, even (or especially) when that hurts, for forgiveness and reconciliation are at the heart of the resurrection.
We read that Peter was “hurt” when Jesus asked him the third time if he loved him. The Greek word (elupethe) means to grieve, cause sadness… used even of pain of childbirth in the Greek translation of the OT (Genesis 3:16). Why was he so hurt….? Look closely at the Greek…. twice Jesu asks agapeis me, and twice Peter says phileo, then Jesus downgrades the question to phileis me, and then Peter is grieved, for he sees that Jesus has reduced his expectation…. The uncomfortable truth is that God knows we’re not much capable of the ultimate sacrifice….. and yet he calls us to do what we can and loves us in spite of our weakness.
This is what the collect means by living in righteousness and truth, accepting the truth about ourselves and then getting on with loving our neighbours. Real humility means being taken where we do not want to go… as Jesus says to Peter… But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.’ (He said this to indicate the kind of death by which he would glorify God.) After this he said to him, ‘Follow me.’
An opportunity to do this is Christian Aid’s latest campaign The Big Brekkie. You’ll see on the newssheet that CA week is approaching and there is a meeting this week, all welcome, to plan…. I know that there are mixed feelings about undertaking the street collection but I want to challenge us to engage with is as fully as we can because one of the ways in which we witness to the resurrection, our belief in life without barriers, is being ready to invite people to recognize that the call to love our neighbours is not just the people who live next door or down the street, but people elsewhere. This year’s campaign is focused on Bangladesh, and the inhabitants of the region of Brahmaputra river, part of the drainage basin of the Himalayas. Their website features Morsheda, a young mother of four living in Bangladesh. She has no land, few assets and no savings. And no matter how hard she works, she can’t escape the floods that constantly threaten to destroy her home. Just £250 is enough to flood-proof Morsheda’s home, raising it eight foot on an earth plinth so that she has a safe place to rebuild. It could also buy a goat, seeds and a wormery to produce compost, giving her a long-term income. ‘If I could raise my house then I would feel much safer living here with my children.’ Could we raise that at breakfast?
These are people living not beside the sea, but at water’s edge with great uncertainty. In a world where the news is dominated by investments of the super-rich, it still takes people of modest means, ourselves, to demonstrate what love truly means, and I think Christian Aid, the delivery of the envelope and the invitation to give, is an act of witness, even if it is rebuffed. At our planning meeting I hope we can develop a strategy to encourage us to do this in our patch. But in the meantime, Christian Aid is also offering a way for churches to raise a sum of money themselves, using breakfast.. and so I hope we might get this vision and use our parish breakfast on Sunday 15th May to hold a Big Brekkie…. an all age event on what will be the Feast of Pentecost, to which we might like to invite our wider circle of friends and families… as an act of solidarity with the world’s poorest people, and an expression of our belief in the presence of the risen Christ. The only thing that prevents us, like Peter, is our fearfulness and uncertainty… if we know ourselves truly loved, then we will be able to do this. That, of course, is what we are reminded of in this sacrament of holy communion…. our participation in Christ with each other, a solidarity that feeds the soul.
From Martin Luther King’s “A Christmas Sermon on Peace” (1967)
It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. We are made to live together because of the interrelated structure of reality. Did you ever stop to think that you can’t leave for your job in the morning without being dependent on most of the world? You get up in the morning and go to the bathroom and reach over for the sponge, and that’s handed to you by a Pacific islander. You reach for a bar of soap, and that’s given to you at the hands of a Frenchman. And then you go into the kitchen to drink your coffee for the morning, and that’s poured into your cup by a South American. And maybe you want tea: that’s poured into your cup by a Chinese. Or maybe you’re desirous of having cocoa for breakfast, and that’s poured into your cup by a West African. And then you reach over for your toast, and that’s given to you at the hands of an English-speaking farmer, not to mention the baker. And before you finish eating breakfast in the morning, you’ve depended on more than half the world. This is the way our universe is structured, this is its interrelated quality. We aren’t going to have peace on Earth until we recognize this basic fact of the interrelated structure of all reality.”
Today the clocks went forward so that we could have longer
days. The days are in fact no longer, we simply change the
framework which structures our day. It’s funny how we treat
time as if it were a commodity that could be manipulated…
we talk of saving time, wasting time, time is money…. the
notion of “quality” time… whereas time is a human
construction onto nature so that we can measure our
passage through life and record or anticipate it… where
would we be without clocks and calendars?! But the decision
to make a minute sixty seconds and an hour sixty minutes
and a day 24 hours… well, the day bit was partly decided by
the time it takes the earth to revolve… and likewise a year is
the time it takes to circumnavigate the sun…. last week was
the equinox, the moment when the day is as long as the
night, and since then the days have become longer… except
that each days is 24 hours as usual… an arbitrary number
pasted onto a given length. All of our existence is shaped in
this way. A past archbishop of York, John Habgood was a
scientist, and he talks about how humans make sense of the
world around them… there are two ways, he said of “making
sense”: one is trying to discern the sense that is already
there, investigating the structures, understanding the physics
and chemistry and biology that makes everything exist…. but
alongside that are the frameworks we create to interpret and
use what we observe, we both make sense of what is given,
and make things into some kind of sense. Time is a good
example, another is the miracle of making maps…. before the late 17th century, making maps and finding your way around
was notoriously difficult to do, because maps were largely
unreliable for their lack of accuracy. In the reign of Charles II
people began to apply themselves to this problem, and it was
the invention of lines of longitude that made it possible to
find your way round because only then could maps be
accurately drawn. In maps, lines of latitude are a given…. the
equator is always the widest point of the globe and if you call
that zero and divide the rest of the globe into four quadrants
(having decided that a circle is made up of 360 degrees of
measurement), then you get ninety degrees north, south,
east and west. But how should you make lines of
longitude…. from where should they start? Charles chose
Greenwich, which he could see from his breakfast room… it
took until 1884 for some 30 different meridians to be sorted
into one… the Greenwich meridian… but by creating an
arbitrary line into an existing pattern it is possible to create a
framework which enables you to draw accurate maps and
find your way around. It has always seemed to me that
religious faith is a similar exercise. The natural order is a
given, but somehow we have to construct an order to
interpret and navigate our way through this, and the
emergence of religious sensibilities in human beings from
earliest times, are the way in which we have striven to do
this. Whether it has been superstitious belief in gods of
nature, or of spirits and other forms of supernatural
existence to fill in the gaps in our understanding. In the evolution of religious faith it was the people of Israel, who
first conceived of the notion of a single unassailable
expression of divinity at the heart of all creation, beyond
human reckoning and beyond any kind of human constraint,
so beyond us that his name could not even be pronounced….
to the Roman and Greek philosophers, atheistic at heart, this
was insulting, because it meant that ultimately you believed
that there was a transcendent power in the universe, beyond
the laws of physics, and (more importantly) beyond the
authority of other humans. Isaiah records an event in the
reign of king Hezekiah, when God signals his forgiveness of
the repentant king by reversing the passage of the sun as
seen on the sundial of Ahaz… an extra hour in bed! What
this story is indicating is a growing religious consciousness of
a human understanding of a power which is at the heart of all
things, cosmic in scale and yet also minutely present in every
organism of being… and yet also related to our human
consciousness. During Lent on Tuesdays we’ve been
exploring the Canticle of Brother Sun, the song by our
blessed St Francis, who at start of 13th century wrote a poem
which is celebrated in our beautiful glass screen, which
includes praise of God in the cosmic elements, the sun and
the moon, as well as the earthly elements wind, fire, earth
and water, and then the human experience of forgiveness
and death. These are linked together by a consciousness of
the divine which is both intrinsic, but whose intrinsic nature
must be discovered by the creation of an external point of reference.
For Christians, this point of reference is of course
Jesus Christ, God become human. The events of the passion,
the description of this man’s betrayal, arrest, trial and
execution are recorded by four writers, in a level of detail
and difference that indicates a wealth of source material that
indicates the reality of the events, and alongside that is the
testimony that follows that this human killed on one day was
experienced as living and talking three days later. This
arbitrary (and to our knowledge, unique) event is what
makes the Christian faith unique and which also gives us the
framework for negotiating the crazy world of violence and
suffering in which we find ourselves. The mystery is why
some suffer more than others… and whilst we each have our
own personal thresholds for understanding this, the fact of it,
or simply the possibility of it, is what draws us to worship
together today. The event we celebrate today is a subversion
of the natural order. Dead things don’t come back to life…
and whilst we remain pretty sure of this solid fact in our own
experience, we take for granted something altogether far
more miraculous and yet also utterly so common and
mundane that we don’t notice its impact… which is the way
in which love subverts nature. On Maundy Thursday we
recalled Jesus commanding his disciples to love one another,
and he acted this out in the subservience of foot washing,
real love is the utterly humble, self-offering to our
neighbours… and as we know from our gospel of the year, St
Luke, our neighbour is the person in need whom we least hope it might be… our capacity to do this goes utterly
against the grain of nature and is a miracle that is taken far
too much for granted, and not practised enough in our world
either because we allow cynicism or fear to prevent us from
loving as deep in our hearts we know we could or should.
Love practised in a selfish world transforms our nature and
reveals the divine spirit in all things, and it gives meaning,
and shape and purpose into a world that would otherwise be
difficult to navigate. In John Jesus calls the washing of the
disciples feet as a pattern to follow… the word used is the
same word in Greek for a dress pattern… whatever the cloth,
whatever the fabric, the pattern is always the same, the
shape and scope unwavering in its miraculously beautiful
design. When Mary Magdalene sees the risen Christ in the
garden she reaches out for him and tries to grab hold… he
says to her (almost in rebuke), don’t cling to me… we can’t
hold God down, we can’t shape him to our own needs…
although we do try…. but if we simply allow this possibility to
flow in us, that not even death is a barrier, then the cynicism
and fear that stalk human existence wither, and we can love
as God intended us to love when we were shaped in his
image at the dawn of time, and because time is a human
construction on a natural given order, why should we be
surprised if faith is too? The Resurrection is both the
simplest and the hardest thing to believe, but if we have had
any hint of the reality of love in our lives, the miracle of love
which is an utter subversion of the natural order, the reality
of life outside of time, unbounded by death, will give us
meaning beyond measure, hope beyond hope and joy
Most High, all-powerful, good Lord, yours are the praises, the glory, and the honour, and all blessing;
To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no human is worthy to mention Your name.
Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, Who is the day and through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour; and bears a likeness of You, Most High One.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars, in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind, and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather, through whom You give sustenance to Your creatures.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water, who is very useful and humble and precious and chaste.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night, and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, and who produces various fruit with coloured flowers and herbs.
Praised be You, my Lord, through those who give pardon for Your love, and bear infirmity and tribulation.
Blessed are those who endure in peace for by You, Most High, shall they be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death, from whom no one living can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin.
Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will, for the second death shall do them no harm.
Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks and serve Him with great humility.