Apparently it is #WorldKindnessDay this fact *may* be mentioned in the wedding address I will deliver this afternoon. Meantime, be kind to yoursleves, gentle readers.
A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 182
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Be kind...
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Remembrance
Names from memorial plaques erected by past generations
Endless cups of tea served to soldiers passing through Preston railway station during the Great War
The Shot at Dawn Memorial, and the Armed Forces Memerial at Alrewas in Staffordshire
Stories of men who followed their hearts, either into the army or into jail as conscientious objectors
The last letter of a boy young man who was to be executed for treason
A mandate to love enemies, to do as you would be done by
The messy space between binary alternatives of war and peace, honour and shame
A crucified thief who asked to be remembered after his death
Bread and wine broken to bring about remembrance and re-membering
Beautiful music and aching silence
Remember them
Remember me
Remember us
Remember
Re-member
(Two services, lots of encouraging feedback, and a very long day!)
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The Wound in Time
A sonnet, by poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy, for Remembrance 2018...
The Wound in Time
It is the wound in Time. The century’s tides,
chanting their bitter psalms, cannot heal it.
Not the war to end all wars; death’s birthing place;
the earth nursing its ticking metal eggs, hatching
new carnage. But how could you know, brave
as belief as you boarded the boats, singing?
The end of God in the poisonous, shrapneled air.
Poetry gargling its own blood. We sense it was love
you gave your world for; the town squares silent,
awaiting their cenotaphs. What happened next?
War. And after that? War. And now? War. War.
History might as well be water, chastising this shore;
for we learn nothing from your endless sacrifice.
Your faces drowning in the pages of the sea.
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Remember, Remember, Remember...
This year I have prepared three Remembrance acts of worship for three distinct and separate contexts.
This afternoon it begins with a very low key reflection/meditation on the Shrouds of the Somme, and verses from the gospels about sparrows, hairs on heads and lives laid down.
Sunday morning will include the familiar Act of Remembrance, before reflecting through the lens of 'Honour and Shame'.
Sunday evening will a Communion Service on the theme 'Remember me'
If you ask preachers which Sundays they fear or dislike, Remembrance is always high on the list. So easy to get wrong for someone or some reason. So much expectation to manage. So many complex ideas that could, and probably should, be explored.
Doing three in one year has been draining - and that's just the preparation. By Sunday evening I expect I will be 'done'.
Somewhere I read that courage isn't 'lack of fear,' it's 'being afraid and doing it anyway'. I find Remembrance scary, but I do it anyway, not because I am courageous, but because it matters that it's done, and done to the very best of my ability.
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The Fear Song - and other good stuff
At BMS Catalyst Live we were entertained a dmade to think the comedy rap jazz duo Harry and Chris.
Here is their 'fear song' (watch out for those ladders...)