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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 566

  • Third Week of Advent: Thursday

    When I lived in Dibley I had a dear member of my church who around this time every year would observe, "oh, you've got your Christmas cold.  Ministers always seem to get colds at Christmas."  Yes, I do have my Christmas cold (or what my family would more likely term my birthday cold, since as often as not it begins on or around my birthday) and yes, it is something ministers (and school teachers) are prone to.

    There's something about this time of year when outdoors is usually wet and cold(ish) and indoors warm and bug-breeding; when shops and buses and trains are full of sniffing, sneezing, coughing people, and the activity level nears its peak.  Just one more service to prepare now (Christmas Day morning) and everything else laid out on my desk in readiness.  Just one more carol service, one more carol sing, more more child-centred service and then Christmas Day...

    Today has been one of those days when it's never really got light - rain and more rain, and now the night wraps its tendrils around the outside of the Gathering Place and the yellow glow of the light in the vestry illumines my endeavours at crafting words for a waiting world.

    Rhino-viruses and cold, dark, wet days conspire against merriment, and yet we persist.  Why?  It's something about hope and love and the light that cannot be overcome...

     

    God who spoke light into existence

    In this season of dark, damp, dankness

    You are a ray of inextinguishable hope

     

    God who spoke life into existence

    In this season of coughs, colds and catarrh

    You are the touch of indefinable healing

     

    God whose word was en-fleshed in a human being

    In this season of merriment, mayhem and madness

    You are the whisper of incomprehensible peace

  • First photo of new decade...

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    Thank you Coffee Club people!

  • Third Week in Advent: Wednesday

    Today's PAYG told the story of Zechariah and Elizabeth, and the promise of the some who would be called John.  Dumbstruck by the possibility, they waited and wondered until, sure enough, in due course the baby arrived.  Part of what struck me as I heard the reading was the anticipation of what his life might be like - the promises and dictates of the angel, the reactions of his parents who began to dream and wonder.

    Perhaps it struck me as I celebrate my own "significant birthday", and I read the words penned by mother in the card she sent, recalling her feelings on that winter's day half a century ago.  I wonder what she hoped and dreamed and imagined on that day, and to what extent her endeavours to fulfil those goals have been successful?  I know that some of what she assumed has not come to pass, and that much she could never have imagined has.  At least she has lived to see how my life turned out - I doubt very much John's parents did.

     

    God of Elizabeth and Zechariah,

    Who conceives each new life even before s/he is physcially present

    Help me - help us - to recognise afresh

    The sacrificial love and the hope-filled dreams that inspired our parents

    Who bore us, and brought us up,

    Who taught us and shaped our lives

     

    We are not naive enough to pretend that all children are cherished

    Not blind to the violence and poverty that blight, in differing ways, young lives

    Not foolish enough to think that every parent sees their children fulfilled

    But in this moment, on this day

    We thank you for what has been good in our own upbringing

    And, if needs be, let go regret, bitterness or grudges that snare us

     

    God of hopes and dreams

    Hear our prayer

    Amen

  • Fifty Years - Deo Gratia

    Born 02:40 (or thereabouts) 19/12/1962

     

    One per decade, with three for my forties...

    Age 0

    Age 10

    Age 23 (long wait for London graduations in those days!)

    Age 35

    Age 46

    Age 47

    Age 49

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  • Third Week of Advent: Tuesday

    So far today, I have sat around more than a bit, waiting for a delivery van to arrive, at time unspecified bearing gift unknown.  The only reason I am doing this is that giver far away warned me that this would be the case.

    I am curious to discover what it is that will be arriving at my doorstep later today (but not opened until tomorrow) and grateful to the friends who have arranged this surprise.  But it would be dishonest to pretend that sitting around all day is not my cup of tea - especially as I do have to go out later first to do some visiting and then to attend a meeting.

    All of which seems to have something to say to me about Advent waiting, and reminds me of the characteristics of 'active waiting' on which I preached in the not so distant past.  There is a kind of impatient patience, I think... a patience that is never resigned to an interminable (or seemingly so) wait, but employs its time anticipating, both looking forward to, and pre-empting, that for which it waits.

    I think this is part of the mystery of Advent... at one level we know it is a maximum of four weeks until Chritmas, at another the wait for the eschaton is unending.  At one level we know what is coming, at another we haven't a clue.  part of the challenge, if I can borrow some words from a hymn, is to "live tomorrow's life today"... to be signs and symbols that point or direct or draw others into this same mystery.

     

    Waiting, waiting, waiting...

    I'm not good at waiting, God,

    I want to get this done and move on to the next thing

    I'm not good at waiting, God,

    I don't know how best to employ this gift of time

    I'm not good at waiting, God,

    I don't find 'being' as attractive or engaging as 'doing'

     

    Show me how to wait for you

    To wait with you

    To learn how to 'be'

    To delight more fully in the present moment

    To be still, or at least to slow down

    And discover your gift of patience

     

    Amen.

     

    A footnote of sorts!  If nothing else the last couple of years have affected the way I view what may be termed "empty" time - unplanned hanging around, delays, people arriving late, etc.  This is definitely not "time to kill" or "wasted time" it is a precious gift of "extra time" or "time to be".  The danger is that as more time elapses, I will forget that again... I hope I won't.