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  • Look - No Notes!

    For donkey's years it's annoyed me: the assertion by those who preach without notes that this intrinsically better, that this is the epitome of competence to which everyone should aspire.  And it hasn't stopped annoying me just because, recently, I've discovered that actually I'm not too bad at it.  My experience is that the very worst sermons I've ever heard have been delivered without notes and the very best, most memorable ones, have involved a full script read verbatim.

    Sometimes we have to be very careful not to confuse style with content, or delivery with ability.

    I've always written a full script, I always have a full script on the lectern... well unless, in the early days, I was doing a 'proper all age' service where I simply had a set of headings I wanted to be sure we engaged with interactively.  I think, whatever a preacher's preferred style, a full script, however rough and ready, is important, allowing them to articulate their ideas at least once before they are delivered.  Until four years ago when chemo-brain robbed me of short term memory, I never read my sermons, rather I glanced at each paragraph and talked about what it said.  For over a year after chemotherapy I scripted every last word and read every last word... any attempts to extemporsie ended in embarrassing failure to find the words!  Only now am I finding the confidence to be less script-reliant. To use a full script is NOT NOT NOT (see I'm being shouty now!) a sign of incompetence, inexperience or insecurity, it is about knowing what works for you.  Different is not better.  Different is not worse.  Different is just different.

    Over the summer I experimented with a more story-telling kind of preaching, without notes and without standing behind anything.  Since then, I've found the confidence to do so more often, and for longer, albeit not for a 'traditional sermon' (or as traditional as mine ever are.).  People have said it's better... maybe it is, but I don't think it's because I don't use notes, I think there's something else going on here.

    In the summer I deliberately pushed the commiunion table back against the wall, removing a physical barrier between myself and the rest of the congregation.  Stepping out from behind the lectern did the same.  It allowed me to embody what I claim - that ministers are 'among' not 'above' the congregation.  Pulpits and lecterns have good, practical purposes - visibility, audibility and, basically, somewhere to put your notes.  But they also create a barrier - both ways.

    Ministers six feet above contradiction, safely protected by polished wood.  Preachers with books (or tablet computers nowadays) perched on perspex lecterns where we can see, shock horror, just how many pages long the sermon actually is!  We are physically expressing that this person is separate, is not one of us, is (as I've been told now and then) closer to God than we mere mortals (really?  have you seen inside my head?), is over and above us and, no matter what they say; we politely listen, or not (did you know there are at least three kinds of closed-eyes expressions to be seen in the average congregation?)

    Ministers six feet away, safely caged in a wooden box.  Preachers trapped behind perspex lecterns, stone altars or any other barrier we can think of to keep them in their place.  And, if layout permits, we'll elave at least ten pews/rows empty between us and the front because heaven forbid we get too close!  I exagerate... a little.

    Stepping out from the behind the barrier, escaping from the cage, whichever it is/was (and the answer is both plus others) is risky for everyone.  The unspoken boundaries are breached, there is nowhere to hide for preacher or hearer, the security of something to hold on to or to thump (if you're that kind of preacher) is gone.  The notes have either to be held in your hand, glanced at from the side, or left behind.  It isn't just that the delivery is different, the whole dynamic changes.

    I still maintain that the very best, most memorable sermons I've heard were all fully scripted.

    I still maintain that the worst sermons I've heard were unscripted by preachers who wandered around the platform and waffled.

    I still maintain that sometimes we confuse style with substance.

    But maybe, afterall, what I've learned, or perhaps if I'm honest relearned after fifteen years trapped behind lecterns speaking to adults, is that I can do the scriptless stuff, and more importantly that when we remove the phyiscal barriers that create an artificial distinction what we get is more real for everyone.

    No notes?  There'll always be notes!

    No notes? Sometimes it will be right simply to speak (I do NOT learn my sermons!!)

    No notes? Well, yes, now and then, it is possible, preferrable and even valuable to speak 'off the cuff' trusting that in my blagging God is speaking.

  • On Being Five

    What a wonderful weekend we had at church - so many precious moments that I am still porcessing them all.

    I've never quite understood the human fascination with fives and zeros, but it exists, so we may as well go with it!

    Five years ago, we covenanted together as "WIMPS for Jesus" or maybe "WIMPS with Jesus" even though we would not have used either of those expressions.  Our covenant, based on the BUGB five core values of Worship, Inclusivity, Mission, Prophetic witness and Sacrificial living, is a tough one - not really one for wimps after all. 

    For five years, in good times and bad, happy and sad, we have journeyed together with this covenant binding us to each other, and to God, towards an eschatological horizon where these values will find full and final expression in the new creation.

    It was good to look back over the five years and note a few examples of what it has meant to try to live out those values... the struggles as well as the successes, the work in progress as well as the achievements.

    As I've reflected, and as over the last few weeks I have experienced both the heart-breaking pain and the heart-aching joy of serving this community, this covenant, and our shared commitment to it is, at the end of the day, all about love.  Love for God, love for neighbour and love for self. 

    Sometimes we focus more on the 'vertical', spiritual dimension, or at least a cerebral, philosophical one.  Sometimes we we focus more on the 'horizontal', practical, earthly dimension, or at least in talking about it.  Sometimes we manage to join up our faith and our living more than others.  And sometimes, just sometimes, are those wonderful, fleeting, mind-blowing, heart-soaring moments when we glimspe who we are in Christ, who God calls us to be, what it is all about.

    On Sunday, someone who has been attending for just a few weeks said to me, "I really like this church"... That was one of those moments when you know it's all worthwhile.  The anguish over words that cannot be retracted.  The anxiety over who might be offended by this or that.  The banging on about mission or justice or having faith that God will undertake if our motives are in line with the divine.  All these, and more besides, find a sense of proportion when one person glimspes what we aspire to be as WIMPS with and for Jesus.

    Five years - it's flown by.  Today I feel excited for where God is taking us next and inspired to keep on keeping on, even when it's tough, even when it hurts, because, d'you what, it'll all be OK, and one day, one day, we'll reach that hoped for horizon.

  • O Happy Day!

    Been a very busy, but very happy day... I got home from church around eight hours after I left home, so suffice to say I am bushed, cream-crackered, whacked whatever word you prefer.. and in a good way.

    Who wouldn't be happy to celebrate five years of ministry as diverse and interesting as we've shared?  Who would fail to delight in welcoming four folk into covenanted membership?  How could I not rejoice in a toddler building with bricks, at my invitation, whilst the congregation sang 'Let us build a house where love can dwell?'  How broad was my smile when the student who looks like she's settling with us said "I really like this church"... pretty ginormous.

    Ministry is hard work, really hard work, and sometimes I worry far too much about what I say or do, or don't do or say, but there's nothing else I could do or be.

    Today is a happy day, a day to delight in so much that is exciting and rewarding, a day to celebrate the God who is in it all.  Too many happy moments to record, lots to process...

    So, letting myself off evening worship, cooking crinkle cup oven chips (on a Sunday!  I know!) and looking forward to a restful evening.

  • Five years on...

    Today is the fifth anniversary of my induction as minister at the Gathering Place... time flies when you are having fun.  Of course it hasn't all been plain sailing, we've encountered a few squalls and negotiated a few reefs, rocks and sharks along the way, but we are here, and it's good to celebrate.

    Today we will welcome four folk into covenanted membership, reflect on where we are in relation to the Pauline injunction to 'rejoice!', then after lunch share in an information meeting relating to some of our next steps together before I head off with another perosn to take communion to one of our 'shut-ins'.

    This, then is ministry: joy and sorrow, flawed followers determined to keep going, community discernment, pastoral care.

    This, then, is ministry: I am content to be part of it.

    Happy Birthday to us!!

    As the saying goes: for what is past, thank you, for what's to come, yes.

  • Been Busy!

    Sorry to those gracious readers who call by regularly, even frequently, in the hope of something from me.  This week has been a little bit loopy with consequent tail chasing and no posting.  I still have a fair old list of stuff I haven't done and really ought to... bad minister person that I am.

    So, service prep, mission forum, mentor training for the fourth time of asking, deacons meeting, home communion, pastoral catch-up, admin... where did the time go?!

    Hopefully things will settle a little bit after the weekend, and I will get back into more of a regular rhythm again