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  • On Mothering Sunday...

    Today I have a germ of an idea in my brain for a reflection or poem or somesuch around the idea of motherhood but all attempts to catch it and write it down are failing.  So, instead here is a kind of a list of people to be remembered today and prayer for... not necessarily in any order, except the one in which they popped into my brain.

     

    I am thinking of you,

    Mothers that are,

    Mothers that were,

    Mothers that will be,

     

    Mothers that will never be

    Mothers that never were

    Mothers that are not yet...

     

    Thinking of you and praying, somehow, for you...

     

    The new mother exhausted from labour whose newborn will not suckle

    The elderly mother whose age-eroded mind can no longer recognise her own child

    The frazzled mother whose children seem out of control

    The mother who now nurses her own mother

    The mother who longs to linger but is lured by death to eternity

    The unexpected mother whose swelling belly bears witness to unplanned activity

    The shamed mother, whose rapist's feature stare at her from infancy's innocence

    The step mother trying, perhaps too hard, to get it right

    The adoptive mother, finally holding the longed for child

    The mother who cannot be mother, life-saving drugs having destroyed her fertility

    The longs-to-be mother whose body has let her down yet again

    The mother who cares for her children's children, her child having died

    The mother who sits alone, rejected, neglected, unloved

    The mother who clings to bitterness and refuses to ne reconciled

    The mother who feels she has failed

    The mother who dances for joy at her children's achievements

    The mother who lets go the apron strings, and delights to see her children grown

    The mother who sacrificed her career to fulfil her calling as mother

    The mother who...

     

    The mothers that were

    The mothers that are

    The mothers that will be

     

    The mothers that weren't

    The mothers that aren't

    The mothers that never will be

     

    On this Mothering Sunday,

    May the mother-love of God,

    In whom we are each conceived,

    Surround and fill you,

    Wherever,

    Whoever,

    Whatever you may be. 

    Amen.

  • Fourth Sunday in Lent

    A gaudete Sunday, allegedly.

    Mothering Sunday, for part of history anyway.

    Mothers' Day, since the greetng card industry took it over.

    So, a rare old mix of stuff to hold in mind when reading todays's passages:

    Numbers 21:4-9
    Psalm 107:1-3, 17-22
    Ephesians 2:1-10
    John 3:14-21

    To be honest, whilst they are full of good stuff, they don't exactly make my heart sing!  They are not easy passages, not comfortable, not even the lovely John 3 stuff, because it links bck to the Numbers story which is all rather strange.  People grumble and God sends snakes to bite them... and they die.  That's cheery - not.

    This week I heard of a book recently published about hell, that was being used as some kind of evangelism tool, I think the idea was that it would paint such a graphic and awful image of what lay ahead of the unrepentant sinner that they would be frightened into the Kingdom.  Oh dear.  Well intentioned I guess, but not consistent with the idea of a God who is love, who, at Calvary draws into God's very self all that is death-dealing and sinful.  Reading these little passages reminds us that the Bible says precious little about hell, and that the consequence of sin is not being burned for eternity or endless consumed by maggots (each based on unfortunate readings of extraneous verses), no it is death.  As the simplest statement says 'the wages of sin is death but the gift of God is eternal life".  In the Numbers story, the people looked at the bronze serpent on the pole and lived.   In the John 3 account of Nicodemus and Jesus, the same comparison is made... salvation equates to everlasting life.  it's opposite is, then, presumably, everlasting death.

    This morning I am preaching on atonement theology - which is every bit as jolly as this stuff the lectionary offers!  I am employing three images of Jesus as Prophet, Priest and King and wondering just how each of these gives a glimpse onto some aspects of atonement.  I will not be setting up models as 'right' or 'wrong' since actually they can all be defended and knocked down by judicious use of scripture, instead I will be looking for the good, the truth, to which each one points.


    You sent snakes, God?

    Snakes to bite the people who grumbled?

    That sounds a bit harsh...

    And not just little grass snakes

    Poisonous snakes whose venom brought death

    Can't say I really understand that

     

    You were crucified, Lord

    Nailed to a cross by people who despised you:

    That's more than a bit harsh...

    And drew into yourself

    The poison, the venom that brought death...

    I can't begin to comprehend that...

     

    Death-defeating God

    Who in Christ has absorbed all hurt

    Sorrow

    Sin

    Sickness

    Dis-ease

    Death

    I don't need to understand

    I need to believe

    And -

    As best I am able -

    I do.