On Sunday evening I had the privilege of going to visit a church in another city in an official capacity to hear a young man preach.  All went well, and I've been able to write what I hope is a positive affirming and encouraging repport.

This post, which is deliberately mischievous, arises from the fact that during the service we stood for three extended periods of 'sung worship' that were musically unsatisfying, some of them theologically or linguistically iffy (in my view).  I can't stand still for 20 minutes any more, I even have to shift my feet around when I'm preaching, so blocks of 20, 15 and 15 minutes (the service was just under 2 hours long) was too much, and I sat the last one out.

Depending on the repetoire of songs in your own church you will know which one I am plagiarsing/emulating.  Hopefully you won't take offence, and just maybe you will have a chuckle...

Standing in a darkened church

Singing endless worship songs

Where the tunes all sound the same

Every Sunday

Lots of bad theology

Lots of battle metaphors

Lots of words I’d love to change

Power language

Guitarist has a three chord trick

Drummer’s in a perspex shed

Singer shuts their eyes…

More than once, we must sing it all again

Then the break, where we find the tune is changed

It’s annoying,

It’s annoying!

Now my hips are getting sore

So I’ll have to take a seat

Just like many others do

Every Sunday

Yearning for a Taize chant,

Iona, Wesley, Kaan or Wren…

Different meters, different moods

Or world music

Organists who change the stops

Choirs in four part harmony

Congregations singing…

Praising God, in diverse ways

Saying sorry, saying please

Hymns that tell a story…

Only once, we can then sing something else

That has links with the theme of the service

It’s quite easy!

It’s quite easy!

Sitting, standing, singing, quiet,

Crying, laughing, thinking, still,

Listening, praying, speaking too

All are worship

God the Father,

God the Son,

God the Holy Spirit…

Every week you must put up with our songs!

Every week you receive our clumsy prayers

Every time you accept our muddled worship

You are faithful

And we're grateful…

This morning I took a little time to glance over the most recent BMS magazines, and found myself laughing out loud at a short article in the Summer 2016 issue of Engage, which focussed on language faux pas by mission personnel. Should you be in need of a few laughs yourself, have five minutes to spare, or are simply curious, go here and click through to page 16.  Happy reading!

Today I decided to have another go at decluttering - it's a long old process but each time I do make some progress.

In the course of sifting through a box of papers, most of which went into the bin, I stumbled across various cards made for me by children when I left Manchester and when I arrived in Glasgow.  It was lovely to be reminded of those special moments, and makes me glad of my hoarder tendencies.  I read some old thank you cards - one referring to something I had done which evidently was a real help to the person who wrote it, and of which I have zero recollection.  That was nice too.

Definitely being blessed all over again (as well as a few 'yikes' moments when I realise how many years have elapsed).

I did eject six sacks of rubbish and fill a huge bag of recycling, as well as identifying loads more stuff that one day will find its way to a charity shop.

Not exactly a relaxing day off, but a good one in many ways.

(The picture in the photo was drawn by Edward who by now will be at least 18!)

Once again we've had a week when it's hard to find the words for intercessory prayer, so I was especially proud of the person leading them this morning who stood up and said words to the effect of, "I tried to write a prayer but the words wouldn't come, so I'm sharing this poem instead."

And the poem fitted the service perfectly, and touched on the key themes exactly, and said what was needful and helpful.

And I hope that the courage of this one person to admit the struggle of creating prayers for public worship will encourage others both to be brave enough to have a go and realise that it is perfectly OK to borrow the words of others.

Our church age range is now 0 - 102. 

This, among many other things, makes me very grateful.

This, among many things, makes ministry hugely challenging and endlessly rewarding.

Congratulations to E&J on the safe arrival of baby O (a couple of weeks ago) and to G on your 102nd birthday.

Thank you God for these moments of joy and celebration.