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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 488

  • Restoring Order

    So, I've now been back in harness for 16 days, and it has been pretty busy and very enjoyable.  None of it has been entirely 'routine' until this week, when normality is beginning to emerge afresh.  One of the things I am trying to do is to retore a greater sense of order and rhythm to my work patterns, which means being less reactive without becoming inflexible.

    Way back when, I am led to believe, ministers spent the mornings in their studies reading, writing and beging holy.  Letters were written by church secretaries or even personal secretaries if the church was rich enough, and phone calls were likely to convey urgent news only.  In the afternoons they would visit their flock or, if myths are to be blieved, play golf.  There might be a midweek devotional meeting or an occasional Church or Deacons meeting of an evening.

    We inhabit a very different world.  Emails arrive twenty four hours a day.  Answerphones or their digital equivalents allow constant access even we aren't physically there.  There is always something more that could be done, maybe should be done and it is too easy to slip and slide into a never ending morasse of more and more stuff.

    So I am trying to be more disicplined.  I am mentally formulating a sort of timetable that will help protect me from my own worst excesses.  I have reduced some commitments from weekly to fortnightly.  I am investigating a more structured approach to some apsects of pastoral care.  I am needing to reinvent spaces for general reading as well as the specific, sermon-centred stuff.  I have always claimed a need for order, asserting that disorder is something I find stressful - one look at my desk and no-one believes that, but it is basically true.  I thrive best when I know where I am to be and what I am to be about, not in a legalistic, unbending way, but in an overall way.

    This means that my current plan is that days will have definite focus, based on my priorities for ministry that week or that month, and within an overarching framework of what I am meant to be about.  This is, pretty much, a return to the pattern I sought to establish a decade back, and which got eroded as enthusiasm, workaholism and, more recently, long term effects of medical treatment overtook me.

    It's not simply about working 'smarter' or more efficiently, it's about working sustainably and modelling something others might consider worthwhile.  It isn't easy - my enthusiasm outstrips my energy, my willingness exceeds my ability - but I am going to endeavour to live a more orderly life, which will mean that sometimes I actaully managed to string together the fourteenth and fifteenth letters of the alphabet into that difficult to utter word 'no'.

  • Assumptions

    Sunday was our harvest thanksgiving service, and as part of the 'front end' I asked people what they knew about the work of Glasgow City Mission.  Even allowing for the fact that people are shy and reluctant to risk looking daft if the answer is factually incorrect, it struck me, quite forcibly, that I had probably assumed a far greater degree of knowledge than existed.  I didn't expect people to know everything the charity does but I assumed they would have an idea why we support tham at harvest.  Maybe they do, and were just not given the right opportunity to share.

    A large chunk of my sermon was didactic - historical backgrounds to BMS and Operation Agri work in Sri Lanka and historical background on Glasgow City Mission.  It's not my 'normal' style of sermon, because it isn't exactly 'preaching' but it did strike me that maybe there is a greater place for 'didache' alongside 'kerygma' in adult worship than I tend to assume.  Way back I wrote an essay on kerygma and didache in child faith development, noting that what we offer children often tends to be 'learning about faith' rather than 'growing, or learning how to express, nascent faith'.  Maybe with adults I tend too far the other way.

    Either way, I learned a lot about holy tenacity from reading the accounts of the pioneers who began work in Glasgow and Colombo, and more grist to the mill for my exploration of 'hope' that will weave through all of November.

  • Odd Juxtaposition

    This afternoon I was visiting one of my folk who is in hospital, and had a very pleasant half hour chatting with her and her husband.  As I was leaving she asked me to say 'hello' to one of the other patients, a piskie who worships on the edge of our patch.  Soon I was drawn into a conversation with her, realised that she, too is English (turned out we were born a few streets and a few decades apart) and she shared her life story.  As she told me about her father's wartime service the song 'Tonight' by Fun was blaring out of the radio in the bay where she and three other older ladies were patients...

    Tonight, we are young

    So let's set the world on fire

    We can burn brighter than the sun

     

    Whilst the song is not exactly my cuppa char, the chorus is very catchy

    It just seemed a very odd juxtaposition of someone singing about hedonisim whilst an 80-something told me her father's involvement in the D-Day landings.  He was, evidently just turned forty at the time, and she knows the number of DUKW he was on, carrying munitions.

    Once all these older people were young.  Once they dreamed of burning brighter than the sun. And because of them others are free to sing about nights of hedonism... hmmm.

  • Stushieart

    As I looked at the next issue of Roots to begin thinking about the November preaching series, I was struck by the cover image and looked to see where it had originated.  The name of the website - stushieart.com - intrigued me, with stushie being a Scots word.  Sure enough this is a Scottish artist whose images are striking and thought provoking.  Well worth a look if, like me, you had not previously been aware of them.

  • Giving Voice to those with No Voice

    Today's PAYG was a familiar New Testament story - Jesus healing a man of a spirit that had rendered him mute, and those who saw this accusing Jesus of driving out evil spirits in the power of Satan/Beelzebub.  What struck me was not the idea of literally muteness but rather that of metaphorical muteness - of having no voice, of being unable to speak up or out.

    One possible understanding of the man's condition would be what is nowadays called 'selective mutism' whereby a person ceases to speak, usually as a result of trauma.  And that was what sparked my train of thought really.  Not just people who literally cease to speak, but people and groups who cease to speak up or speak out, who cease to particpate in the 'dialogue' of life or society because it has proved too traumatic, too painful, too costly.

    It made me think about the contexts where I fall silent and fail to speak the truths that matter to me, and why that is - insecurity, lack of confidence, fear of rejection and so on.

    In the story, Jesus gave the man back his voice, he was able to speak.  It is a story of liberation as much, if not more, than one of healing.  It is not necessarily the case that the man's vocal chords were repaired or his larynx renewed, maybe he was just released from being extremely tongue-tied, given permission and confidence to articulate his thoughts, freed from the binding of fear, anixety, guilt or trauma that had silenced him.

    So, if we as the church are meant to continue the work of Jesus, how do we give voice to those who cannot speak?  Not, how can we speak on their behalf, though that is valauble as a step along the way, but how can we free them, empower them, to speak for themselves?

    I guess if we did that the 'powers that be' might not be so keen, might think that we are involved in some kind of 'dark arts' giving speech to 'those people'.  Maybe afterall, we need first to be set free ourselves, healed of our own selective mutism, and only then can we do the same for others.

    PAYG posed the question, 'what do you think the first thing you would say might be if you were the man?'  I think that's a REALLY good question to mull over, and as i discover my own anwer, it may shape the way I relate to other people.