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  • Limericks for Christmas

    One of our neighbouring churches decided to write limericks for their Boxing Day service... they can be found here.  Some talented folk methinks.  Enjoy.

  • Boxing Day Recalled

    Yesterday morning saw the pavements outside the Gathering Place covered in glassy sheet ice.  Witness one minister landing somewhat inelegantly as her feet slide sideways (fortunately) and her well-padded thigh hits the ground.  In the words of the late 1960's Tufty club "Public Information Film", spoken by the badger police-officer, 'no bones broken, luckily.'  Luckily indeed - I have schedules to keep that don't permit traumatic injuries!  Thankfully only one other person fell en route to church, she also escaped with minor bruises and hurt pride.

    A 'generous forty' made it through the icy conditions including some visitors, and we gathered round the tables deliberately left from the day before for a low-key all-age interactive, slightly mad service.  We began with a 'quiz of the day' and I was most impressed someone knew it was Wren Day (although I'd opted not to pursue that one as it has a rather unpleasant origin) exploring the origins of Boxing Day, King Wenceslas (shame our resident Czech was absent really) and just who was St Stephen (there are two and they seem to share the same day).

    We reflected on the biblical Stephen who was a Greek convert, who began his Christian service as a table waiter tending to Greek widows in a church where there were mumblings that the Hebraic widows got better treatment and who in time came to be a witness for his faith.  We didn't major on the execution, just noted that 'martyr' means 'witness' and that this can be as much practical as overtly 'spiritual'.

    For our prayers we made 'Christmas Boxes' on the inside of which we wrote, drew or symbolised prayers  for ourselves, our families, our neighbours and friends, our church(es), our city (town or village, wherever was home) and our world.  Having stuck the boxes together we put in a gold coin (chocolate variety!) as a sign of promise (bit stretching the idea of Christmas boxes and magi gift of gold anticipated but hey).


    As part of our service we said 'farewell' to two of our overseas folk, returning to sunnier climes after fifteen months in Glasgow.  We will miss them greatly because they have blessed us richly and modelled for us an ability simply to invite friends along to church (many of whom have stayed).

    It still feels a bit strange to think I won't be preaching for four months but I know my church is in good shape for the months ahead.  As part of our worship, we sang this hymn, exclusively found, it seems, in BPW (No. 583) and sung to the folk tune 'Stenka Razin', and which seemed to sum up what I wanted to say rather well.


    We are called to be God's people

    Showing by our lives his grace

    One in heart and one in spirit

    Sign of hope for every race.

    Let us show how he has changed us

    And remade us as his own

    Let us share our life together

    As we shall around his throne.


    We are called to be God's servants

    Working in his world today;

    Taking his own task upon us

    All his sacred words obey.

    Let us rise then, to his summons

    Dedicate to him our all

    That we may be faithful servants

    Quick to answer now his call.


    We are called to be God's prophets

    Speaking for the truth and right

    Standing firm for godly justice

    Bringing evil into light.

    Let us seek the courage needed

    Our high calling to fulfil

    That the world may know God's blessing

    In the doing of God's will


    Thomas A Jackson (c) Broadman Press

    Non-authorised emendations to final verse from "mankind" to "the world" and from "his" to "God's"

  • Christmas Joy

    Christmas Day at the Gathering Place... and lunch for almost forty... despite severe weather and absolutely no public transport they kept arriving until we had a full house...

    018.JPGA Japanese PhD student... a squaddie... people with addictions... elderly spinsters... Nigerian post grads... people with mental health problems...  church folk giving up their day to cook or serve... 

    All around one table. 

    You tell me that's not a foretaste of the heavenly banquet...

    (In the end there were three spare seats, possibly because people ate standing up, I like to imagine they were just in case the Holy Family showed up...)

  • Happy Christmas!

    IMG_0799.JPGAdvance posting because I will be at church most of the day, worshipping and eating.

    Just to say, THANK YOU for reading my ramblings over yet another year and for your comments at various points along the way (either on or off blog).  And especially THANK YOU for your support as I've climbed Mt Chemo (almost there now) and other unchosen adventures over the last four months.

    I do wish you all a really Happy and Joy-filled Christmas and a Healthy and Hope-filled 2011.

    May God bless you all with love to give away,


    PS There may be a bit of a break in blogging as I take a few days out, so don't panic if this place is quieter than usual!

  • A Prayer for Christmas Eve.... Kind of

    At various points in the last twenty five years I have used these lyrics as the basis of a prayer at Christmas:

    But say a prayer,
    pray for the other ones
    At Christmastime it's hard,
    but when you're having fun
    There's a world outside your window,
    and it's a world of dread and fear
    Where the only water flowing
    is the bitter sting of tears
    And the Christmas bells that ring there
    are the clanging chimes of doom
    Well tonight thank God it's them
    instead of you

    Feed the World (Do They KNow it's Christmas)

    In very different contexts people have been moved (in a good way!) by the use of these words in worship.

    A call to count our blessings, a call to pray for those outside our windows - literally and metaphorically - that seems like half-decent theology to me.  And on Christmas Eve as I am anticipating a good day it is timely to pause and reflect...