Among my least-liked hymns is the BWA favourite, 'Blessed be the tie that binds,' a hymn that for me is overly sentimental and somewhat mawkish (which may be tautologous but hey).  The story of how John Fawcett was all set to leave his Yorkshire congregation, wrote this hymn for his final service, reduced everyone, himself included, to tears, and so opted to remain is one of those that manages to annoy me.  What of the poor congregation who believed they had discerned God's call for this man to lead them?  What of the church he had elelcted to leave but resolved to stay?

And yet.

Yesterday morning our choir used the opening verse as our introit, and nothing could have been more appropriate to the theme we were exploring or more obviously a hint to me of God's hand on proceedings.

The first of a two-week glance at some aspects of Baptist identity, it was right to open with something written by a Baptist and valued by Baptists world-wide.  As part of the service, I shared part of the story of the one Baptism I have conducted, and as the choir sang, some connections with that, albeit convoluted came to mind.  As part of her testimony my candidate spoke movingly of the inspiration of her step-daughter-in-law who had died two months earlier, after a rapidly progressing cancer, and whose faith had enabled her to face death with courage and dignity.  At that funeral, one of the hymns chosen by the family was 'Blessed be the tie that binds.'  Fleetingly I was carried to those occasions, linked once more to the Church of all times and places.

The closing hymn I chose was 'O Jesus, I have promised' one that can be overworked, but which is well-loved for Baptisms and receptions into membership.  It has many memories for me - places and people who shared parts of my journey before our paths diverged.  As I looked around, it was clear that for many other people connections were being made with other places and times, perhaps loved ones no longer with us, perhaps markers on their own faith journey. By the time I shared the Aaronic blessing (it seemed fitting) there were a few red eyes to be seen: ties, links, connections beyond time and place within the mystery that is the Church 'militant and triumphant.'

I'm not suddenly going to like this hymn, but yesterday it worked in a new way for me.  Beyond the mawkish sentimentality that permeates the myth, I glimsped something more real, something of the union in Christ of which it is easy to speak but hard to grasp.  Blessed be the tie that binds, not humanly, but spiritually, those who bear the name of Christ.