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  • To give and give and give again

    Way back when, there was a hymn we sang at church (Awake, awake to love and work) that had the line with which I have titled this post.  It seems today I have seen something of what this means and elicits.

    This afternoon we had our quarterly songs of praise service at the local sheltered complex followed by tea.  As usual we took no collection and tea was free.  As usual we gave people left over cake to take home.  But slowly things are changing in a good way.  Someone offered to make a dozen book marks for our charity coffee morning (on Wednesday) and someone else offered ten hand made cards.  Someone asked if they could come to our normal service next week.  We took tea to three people who hadn't been well enough to come down to the service and someone complained that she wanted to give to give some money!

    When we began doing stuff for free, and no collection, people looked at me as if I was mad, thought I'd lost the plot and that we'd be taken advantage of.  Now we simply give and give and give again - and it rubs off, a tray of cakes arrives, a pound coin is slipped to the organiser to buy the milk or bread, the spare sandwiches are sent to a homeless project rather than being greedily grabbed by someone for tomorrow's packed lunch.  Freely you have received, freely give.  I almost skipped home in the sunshine, I was so delighted with the change these years have wrought.

  • "Singing Spinsters" and other insults

    Someone in church told me about the woman on 'Britain's Got Talent' with the stunning voice.  Several people have posted links to You Tube copies of the performance and commented on the tension of human obsession with the body beautiful and disparagement of those who don't fit our preconceived notions.  I admire Susan Boyle's courage in entering the competition, enduring the insults and patronising comments and I also admire what seems to me to be some sense of admission by two of three judges that they had been guilty of  dismissing her based on appearance and nervous gaucheness (though some commentators say even these comments were patronising).  Today I was really annoyed to hear a news report refer to her as 'the singing spinster' in a way that suggested something odd and pitiable.  Maybe it just pressed my own buttons - Susan is a 47 year old single woman and I'm a 46 year old single woman - but I don't why someone should be defined by those details (this information was, in any case, elicited from questions the judges asked her).  So, for the record, anyone who dares to refer to me as a preaching spinster may discover the entire set of Barth's Church Dogmatics engaging with their cranium from great height!  (Granted I'd have to purchase it first!)

    Why can't we just say 'newly discovered singer Susan Boyle' and value her for who she is rather than insult her (and all the other single woman past an undefined 'certain age') by making her marital status in to a veiled insult?  I can't quite work out why to be young, stereotypically gorgeous and single is good but to be middle aged, average looking and single is to be pitied, but such comments make me more than a little bit mad (in case you had failed to notice).

    As I type away I find myself recalling a some words of Isaiah about the LORD's servant who was not much to look at (no stately form, no majesty, marred appearance, etc).  Which is interesting to ponder.  Would Jesus have been equally patronised in a society obsessed by the body beautiful and the apparent necessity of a significant other?.  Hmm.

     

  • Tetelestai!

    Finally the sale of our church building  has been accomplished.  As it actually happened on Maundy Thursday (though the solicitor told us yesterday!) I think I can be permitted my Johannine acclamation.  Worth interrupting my break to tell the world I think.

    Had a pleasant three day walk across the midlands despite some abysmal way marking (or lack thereof) and faulty directions in the guidebook (on entering the field, walk straight ahead for 100m then bear slightly left to the stile...er no; on entering the field turn hard right to walk to the far (diagonal) corner and at the last moment slightly left to find the stile hidden in the bushes...)  Still, that was all accomplished too and justified some rather large meals on the way.