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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 320

  • Of Interest, maybe...

    A couple of articles that popped up in my newsfeed on social media that I think are worth taking a look at.

    The titles are self-explanatory and both are US in origin, nonetheless they speak across cultures and cinditions.

    "Death, The Prosperity Gospel and Me" is written by someone who has carried out empirical research on aspects of the prosperity gospel, including supernatural healing, and now finds herself living with Stage 4 (controllable but incurable) cancer.

    "Lent in the Shadow of Cancer" is the thoughts of three women each having faced a diagnosis of breast cancer.  One is Stage 4, one is a NED and one is just completing treatment.

    I am glad to see such honest writing starting to emerge rather than the saccharine stuff that I came across back in 2010 when I began to write about my experiences.  If I have contributed in some small way to a more honest body of writing, then that's got to be a good thing.

    Here're a few extracts from what Anya, the young woman with Stage 4 breast cancer writes, that echoes my own sentiments, albeit I am older, contentedly single, and this far a healthy, happy NED...

    "I no longer deny myself anything during Lent. So much has been taken from me: my breast, my ovaries, the blessing of having another child, the possibility of living to be old, the false sense of security and safety in which I used to live. I’ve chosen to celebrate Lent, instead, by doing something additional, primarily by trying to be more aware of others’ needs and more selfless and attentive toward others."

    "To be completely honest, Easter is more difficult for me now than it used to be. The jump from the mourning of Good Friday to the happiness and abundance of Easter seems too quick for me. How can I be pastel and happy and hunting for eggs, when just a couple of days ago I was staring into the pit of death? What Easter means to me, since I still feel like I’m in the valley of the shadow of death, is that Christ is with me wherever I am; and that there exists a future after death when pain and suffering will disappear."

    "All of my advice is very clichéd—try to experience the joy and miraculousness of ordinary, everyday life. Soak in all the happiness and love that you can. Don’t ask yourself “why me?” Ask yourself “why not me?” You don’t know what will happen to you, but accept your life for what it is. Know that you are not alone and that God will never abandon you. Do what you love to do. Read. Fill your life with peace and beauty."

  • Concentration...

    On the basis that Monday is my 'day off' and recognising that this week is, relatively speaking quite busy, today I forewent (is there such a word?  Past tense of forego when foregone isn't the right word!) my walk and opted for a quiet day in - even though the glorious sunshine was incredibly hard to resist.

    So, basically, after I'd read and reflected on today's chunk of Exodus, I settled down to complete my latest jigsaw puzzle - a one thousand piece image - which kept me busy for somewhere between four and five hours!  This is in addition to the many pleasant already spent in previous days.

    It was good to be able to focus and concentrate for such an extended period, and it was almost good to get a bit bored with the last little bit when it was down to systematically working through pieces for the trees at the top!

    I am far more weary having completed this than I'd have imagined, but it is good weary.

    And the (relatively) restful day has been a good thing in readiness for a week of happy outings and visitors.

  • Way Out Lent (6) Exodus 11-12

    This next section seems to me to illustrate very clearly that several different sources or traditions have been brought together in one place - the chronology is untidy and the text is somewhat repetitive.  It is also part of the most familiar aspect of the story and so possibly one that we think we know inisde out.

    The Status of Moses, and the Act of Plundering

    This section opens with a statement about the status of Moses - a man of great importance in the land of Egypt, in the sight of Pharaoh's officials and in the sight of the people.  This pretty much follows on from the shift observed in the preceding accounts of the plagues, but here it is stated unambiguously. 

    When Moses tells the people to ask their Egyptian neighbours for silver and gold, the neighbours readily comply... they are probably by now willing to do anything to rid themselves of the Hebrews.  This plundering of the Egyptians, which is restated further on in this pair of chapters (possibly from a different original source) does not make for easy reading, it offends my sensibilties at the very least.

    Reading this reminds me of the question that emerged for me when I saw the film "Suffragette" and the tendency to romanticise and even justify vandalism and worse because these were the 'goodies'... that peaceful means had failed and now the women resorted to letter bombs and smashing windows.  I grew up viewing the Hebrews as the goodies and the Egyptians as the baddies - it all seemed so simple and reasonable to a child!

    I struggle with the justification of violence and crime, but it does seem to be something that recurs throughout history and that, when a story is retold looking backwards, such behavour is assimilated into acceptability, so oong as it was perpetrated by the vcitors.  Which means, perhaps, that instead of raging at the Biblical narrative, we may do well to ask ourselves how we tell the stories of our own time, what distortions or justifications we employ to justify our actions or attitudes.

    A New Calendar and a New Ritual

    The flow of the narrative is disrupted - and the chronology fouled up - by the detailed description of the establishment of a new calendar and a new, perpetual ordinance.  (In the opening verses Moses announces the death of the first born as imminent, now we discover that preparations will take have  taken several days).

    A new calendar - a new beginning, potentially a paradigm shift.  This is to be 'day one of month one' and on day ten you are to choose the lamb/kid that will be eaten.  Four days later the animal is slaughtered, blood daubed on lintels, and the meal hastily eaten.

    This seems a very stark and significant moment in the story of these people.  A line drawn in the sand.  An irrevocable change.  I wonder if it felt like that, or if, at the time it was just another demand from Moses?  Was it only later that they could look back and say 'this was the defining moment'?  The way the text is worded, what we have is the institution of a religious ritual, a 'perpetual ordinance' not plans for an escape from a hostile land!  Strict rules for cleansing of homes, purging all leaven and the stern consequences for failure to comply.  Seven days in which no work is permitted beyond the preparation of meals (which surely would not have been feasible for slaves in Egypt).  I am pretty sure this is a 'writing back' of later practice.

    What strikes me is something about our personal calendars and rituals, as inidividuals, families and as churches.  Our practice of marking birthdays and anniversaries is tantamount to 'new calendars', as is the commemoration of significant dates in the lives of communities and nations.  From this point, this birth, this marriage, this diagnosis, this ordination, this divorce, this new job...

    Whether it is red roses and unsigned cards for Valentine's day, candles on a birthday cake, the laying of flowers at a grave or any number of other things, we have our own perpetual ordinances, the rituals that shape our lives.

    When my little church in Dibley was forced to move out of our building, I developed a careful 'ritual', a service to mark that ending-beginning.  That wasn't a 'lasting ordinance' no-one keeps 'leaving the building' day; nonetheless it was important in its own right.

    Rituals around significant events are important, what merits further thought, perhaps, is which of these are 'lasting ordinances' and which are definitely 'one off'.

    When your children ask...

    The Passover Seder is built around children asking questions.  This echoes the establishment of the Passover ritual we read here... when your children ask 'why' this is what you are to tell them.

    I wonder what aspects of our faith and life might prompt questions from our children, and what responses we might offer?  I wonder too, if the ritualised remembering of the Passover has a sense of catechesis lost to our much more ad hoc, informal responses to questions?  Might there be merit in creating rites/rituals around our own major festivals and practices that are based on questions?  I do recall a creative communion liturgy used first at the BUGB-BMS Assembly (and then borrowed by the BUS-BMS Assembly!) that did just that - two children as 'observers' asking and exploring questions about what the adults were doing.

    Only for Insiders

    The Passover ritual is a 'closed' rite - only circumcised men may partake, foreigners or slaves are excluded unless they are first circumcised, women and children are included implicitly provided they are racially Hebrew.  In our age of 'open' Communion, and increasingly with a welcome extended to all comers, this seems very strange.  The restriction is ritualised and possibly as much racial as it is religious.  In the context of an emergent nation, seeking to establish itself, such restrictions make some degree of sense - to open this rite to all and sundry would be to dilute their national-religious identity.  The context is utterly different from that we experience on a typical Sunday morning, even though the rite we share emerged from this ancient practice.

    There is a question to ponder, though, and that is about the insider/outsider distinction, and the place of formal, covenanted Church membership.  At one level, the legal frameworks of this nation necessitates such distinction, at least when it comes to matters of charitable governance and employment.  At another level, even when couched in the softest of terms, as covenant comitment to walk together, with God, it is anathema to some people, for all sorts of reasons.  I don't have any answers, and I don't think there are any easy solutions... even if it continues to frustrate me that sometimes people will express commitment to a community covenant and still decline to covenant as members!  Ah well.  That's me and my opinions.

    A Journey Begins

    This section sees the Hebrew people begin their long journey.  After '430' years (or umpteen generations anyway) they leave behind all that they have ever known and head off from Ramases to Succoth.  I wonder what emotions they experienced?  What were there hopes and dreams?  Their fears and anxieties?

    I wonder, too, how we feel on the brink of our own new journeys, whatever they may be?  Sometimes we just have to take the first steps and find out!

  • Just for Fun...

    Today I fancied cornflakes for a change from my usual porridge, which reminded me of these two 'graces'...

    Allegedly English Version:
    Lord, grant that we may not be like porridge: stiff, stodgy and hard to stir, but like cornflakes: crisp, fresh and ready to serve.

    Allegedly Scottish Version:
    Lord, grant that we may not be like cornflakes: lightweight, brittle and cold, but like porridge: warm, comforting and full of goodness.

     

    On the basis that I know more English people than Scots who eat porridge, I'm not sure what this all means...! :-)

  • Receiving (4) - You Learn Something New Every Day!

    (For anyone carefully counting, this is the fifth reflection, but as the fourth was on the Home Communion not a service, I've renumbered!)

    It continues to be a pleasure to listen to the podcasts of services at the Gathering Place, providing a sense of connectedness even if running a week behind!  The service from last Sunday, which I listened to this morning was another I really appreciated.  It was also one that took my thoughts in directions less about the sermon (sorry M!) and more about factors that are worth considering for future worship leading in the light of my experience today.

    First, though, some thoughts on the sermon.  I liked the way the sermon made connections between two very different stories from the life of Jesus - the Presentation in the Temple (technically the Candlemas gospel reading) and the Transfiguration (traditionally the one just before Lent). 

    The implied question of "who is this Jesus" was explored in the light of the reactions of the witnesses in each case, with time allowed for the congregation to ponder for themselves their own response to the question. 

    There was skillful link noting the potential 'Law and Prophets' motif evidenced in each event.  I say 'potential' not because I don't think it is discernible, but because I would make it on a different basis from the preacher.  During the sermon, reference was made to Simeon being a priest, and my immediate reaction was "it doesn't say that!"  I checked.  It doesn't.  It refers to him as a righteous man.  However, a little bit of online research revealed that many people consider it 'implicit' in the narrative that he is the priest to whom Mary and  Joseph came with Jesus.  Certainly plausible but not proven and, forgive me, I'm not yet convinced... if, as I've always been told, Luke was a Gentile writing for Gentiles, then I think he would have named a priest as such rather than as a righteous man.  Even so, and even if Simeon was not a priest, he appears in the story at a point where the demands of the Law are being met - affirming that Jesus is a 'kosher' Jew if you like.  And that is important.  Simeon stands within that tradition and so, if only indirectly, may well represent the Law.  To set alongside each other Simeon & Anna and Moses & Elijah, and then Simeon & Anna and Peter, James & John was novel and clever... and merits some more pondering on my part.

     

    But it wasn't the sermon that struck me this time, it was the difference it makes to be listening to the service via a podcast compared with being present in the Gathering Place.  And I don't mean the obvious things, such as that visual material does not and cannot 'translate', but things such as announcing the hymns.  Increasingly, I don't give out hymn numbers, or at least not all of them, not because I like to project words on-screen but because it sometimes feels clumsy.  Yet, as I've listened to services, I've found it really helpful to known which book and what number, so that I can turn up the words if I don't know them.

    The other thing that struck me was the Communion, and how dependent that can be on visual cues, as well as how odd it is to listen to it without actively participating.  Many moons ago there was a Sunday morning television broadcast that included communion-by-any-other-name and for which viewers were invited, if they wished, to join in by lighting a candle, eating some bread and drinking some wine/water/juice.  I think I should have thought of this, and prepared myself better!  Even so, because of slight differences in how Communion was shared (in terms of words) the cues on when to eat and when to drink were less clear than I am used to.  More food for thought!

     

    So, today I learned something about Simeon - maybe! - that forty years of consitent church attendance have never before revealed.  And I learned some useful tips that will mean future services I lead might be more accessible when podcast.  Each of these seems equally valuable in its own way.

    If nothing else, maybe this reflection may help to illustrate that there is no one 'right' message to take away from an act of worship!!