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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 403

  • Third Sunday in Advent

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    Today has been our Sunday School nativity - as always wonderful fun - followed by the Sunday School party and now I'm taking a quick break before the evening communion service.

    BPW's cross sectional index gives us number 311, "Hills of the north, rejoice", a hymn that takes me back to my teens, sitting in as we did in the back row of the URC.  Last year I used it for our candle lighting, this year it hasn't featured at all, so I'm happy to have the opporunity to share it today.  I don't have the spare energy needed to offer any reflections, so I hope you will simply enjoy the richness of its global reach...

    In Jesus all shall find their rest,

    In him the universe be blessed

  • The Umbrella Hymn...

    Back in the 1980s I heard of a church that was in the ground floor of a multi-storey building.  Allegedly one Sunday moring as they sang "How lovely on the mountains... our God reigns" water began to pour through the ceiling... it may be apocryphal, but it led to it being dubbbed the umbrella hymn.

    And it is one of those listed in the additional hymns for Advent list in BPW.  Not always the most singable lyrics - who can forget having to sing "on his shoulders, on his shoul-oul-oul-oul-ders, on his shoul-oulders he bore our shame"?

    BPW has two versions - the more singable four verse one (without the shoulders) and the longer, orignal version (with added shoulders warbles)

    It was a hymn of its time, I think, and certainly for me has only positive associations (including indoor rain and warbly shoulders).  A valiant attempt to make a hymn of part of Isaiah 52, and really more for Passiontide than Advent, it is nonetheless worth another airing (this version shoulder of lamb not included!!)

  • Christmas Starts With.... Adverts?

    This year's offering under the banner "Christmas Starts with Christ" is dividing opinion among those are are already comitted followers of Jesus aka Christians.

    Some are delighted to see it taking on the big retailers and playing them at their own game whilst others are disappointed that it is too white middle class and lacking in prophetic edge.

    See what you think:

    That God can speak through this, I have no doubt - but I sense God may speak through other adverts also.

    I like the baby's chuckle at the end - this reminder that Jesus was a real baby, not a doll or a no-crying-he-makes lines in a song.

    I am amused that the 'church' is using a Frankie Goes to Hollywood tune whilst Sainsbury's are using an old redemption hymn "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms"

    I'd have prefered a less opulent beginning and a more authentically middle-eastern looking Mary & Joseph in a less clinical stable... and perhaps that's the nub of my disquiet... I'm not entirely sure what this says to the poor and marginalised people for whom Jesus clearly had huge concern.

    Perhaps the key is who the advert is aimed at, and how they will recieve it, not how I or any other Christian insider feel about it.  If it sparks a new or renewed interest in Jesus in the heart or mind of one person, then it's done its job.

  • Room in my heart...

    BPW 179 "Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown" has survived the worst excesses of the, often unhelpful, re-working to modern English that has resulted in odd variants of many better known carols.

    Strictly, only the first two verses relate to Christmas, but the recurrent theme of Jesus being unwelcome, unaccepted and even homeless carries through the rest of the hymn, which works it's way, very swiftly, through his entire ministry.

    No room to be born, nowhere permanent to live during his earthly ministry, abandoned at calvary...

    This hymn is explicitly a personal response to the despised and rejected Jesus - there IS space in MY heart for you.

    Is there, though? Or are we so cynical and world weary that the story no longer moves us?

    And, I wonder, just how much room to I allow Jesus to occupy in my heart?  Who and what is jostling for my love, my embrace?  And, if Jesus comes to us in other people, who is it that I rejct, and in so-doing reject him?

     

    Hmmm. I love this song, but today it feels very challenging!

    The electric keyboard accompaniment on this recording is not the greatest thing to listen to, but the words surely transcend that:

     

  • Finding Closure

    Last night I invited a few selected Holly-fans to join me in celebrating her life - a kind of wake/purvey that involved a 'slideshow' of nearly 400 photos, some human-Dreamies, and a toast to her drunk in pink, sparkling grape juice.  Lots of laughter, memories and love.

    It was a lovely, gentle evening, giving a sense of closure (to me anyway).

    One person gave me this poem, which is rather lovely:

    Poem For Cats

    And God asked the feline spirit
    Are you ready to come home?
    Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
    And, as a cat, you know I am most able
    To decide anything for myself.

    Are you coming then? asked God.
    Soon, replied the whiskered angel
    But I must come slowly
    For my human friends are troubled
    For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

    But don't they understand? asked God
    That you'll never leave them?
    That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
    That nothing is created or destroyed?
    It just is....forever and ever and ever.

    Eventually they will understand,
    Replied the glorious cat
    For I will whisper into their hearts
    That I am always with them
    I just am....forever and ever and ever.

    Author Unknown

     

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