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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 645

  • Lent Reflections (10)

    Today's readings have a strong Abraham focus:

    Psalm 22:23-31
    Genesis 16:1-6
    Romans 4:1-12

    The Romans passage has Abraham as an exemplar of righteousness, whose deeds reflected his faith, and whose obedience to God predated the rite of circumcision.  This is set in parallel with the beginning of Genesis 16 where Sarai approaches Abram with an idea to resolve their childless state... perhaps the slave Hagar can be a surrogate mother.  Abram it seems does not object to the suggestion, and Hagar does indeed conceive.  Poor Sarai, now her own inability to bear children is compounded, her previously worthless slave has done what she cannot do; she is angry and upset, and goes off complaining to Abram, who, it has to be said, is not portrayed as being very sympathetic... she's your slave, you sort it.

    Sarai maltreated Hagar.  Firstly she saw her as womb, a vessel in which a son for Abram could grow; an object if you like, a mere incubator for the child who would fulfil Abram's need for an heir (in ancient understandings men's 'seed' was the totality of the new child, the woman a mere receptor to nourish it).  Then she envied her, as Hagar experienced morning sickness, as her belly swelled and her back ached, Sarai became bitter.  Every grimace became a scowl, every look a put-down, every swell of belly or breast an insult.   Then, when Abram shook his head and told her to get on with it, she was so cruel to Hagar that, pregnant though she was, she fled... a runaway slave had no rights and could expect severe repercussions once caught and returned.

    I'm not really sure, though, that Abram emerges smelling of roses.  When the suggestion was made that he take Hagar, there is no sense that he agonised over the decision, prayed about it or even was shocked at the suggestion.  He just got on with it and then waited.  Hagar gains no favour or status in his eyes even when she is carrying his child, she is still Sarai's property for Sarai to treat as she will. This 'man of God' is hardly an example of gentleness, compassion or even thoughtfulness.  He is complicit in the attempt to end his childlessness.

    The lectionary breaks off at this point... and will pick up again tomorrow as the Hagar story takes a dramatic twist.  But for now we are left with the unhappy household of Abram and Sarai.  Here is an elderly, childless couple who have taken things into their own hands and it has all turned very sour.  Reading this story gives me pause for thought about those who we perceive, or who present themselves, as being especially righteous, and what goes on behind their closed doors.  What are the tensions in their personal lives?  What temptations do they face to 'fix' things using the opportunities available to them?  How do they handle their negative emotions?  What impact does all this have on their faith and life?

    And of ourselves.  What desires or promises seem unfulfilled?  How do we respond?

     

    God, can't you fix it quickly?

    Can't you just fulfil that promise now, this minute, like this?

    What if we do this, God, you know, this way

    That'll work

    Won't it?

    I mean, the end result will be the same...

     

    It won't?

    Your ways are not my ways?

    Your thoughts not like mine?

    (Well I knew that, but even so...)

    What's that?

    It could all end in tears and regrets...

     

    So, God,

    How do I do it your way?

    How do I distinguish your voice amidst the clamour?

    How do I spend the meantime

    When my faith and trust look utterly ridiculous

    When the promise sounds so hollow

    When time marches on and opportunities dwindle...

     

    Teach me your ways, Oh Lord,

    Show me your paths

    Forgive my haste

    Forgive my bright ideas

    Forgive my pragmatism

    And give me instead

    Your peace.

  • Lent Reflections (9)

    At first sight, a rather odd collection readings today:

    Psalm 22: 23-31

    Genesis 15: 1 - 6, 12-18

    Romans 3: 21 - 31

    The extract from the Psalm is very positive, a surprise for those who know only the beginning of Psalm 22 as the 'cry of dereliction' uttered by Jesus Christ during his agonising crucifixion.  The mood of the psalm shifts abruptly from despair and lament to bold faith.  I fear that to read either in isolation is to miss part of what is intended.

    The Romans passage is a lovely (imo) description of a sola fide, sola gratia understanding of salvation.  Actually, I have to confess to liking the book of Romans, even when parts of it are rather challenging and cause me to go 'yes but... no but... oh but...'  I may well be using this passage (among others) when I ponder my sermon on sin and grace...

    So it is actually to the Genesis reading that I turn for today's reflection.  It's always curious when the lectionary skips over some verses mid-passage, and here it is a description of a rather bizarre sacrificial ritual that Abraham undertakes in between a vision (vv 1 -6) and a dream (vv 12 - 18).  The vision is full of hope - the promise of descendants that outnumber the stars - the dream more of a nightmare - fore-telling the slavery (in Egypt, not named) and the many generations before they would return to place Abraham now was).  I think the reason this passage strikes me is not the detail of the vision and the dream, but their proximity.  Hope and fear, success and failure, life and death, joy and sorrow... they are not neatly defined opposites as if one displaces the other, but somehow they co-exist in near proximity at all times.  To have descendants that out-number the stars - wow... that those descendants will be slaves - gulp.  If that is to be so, do I really want them then?  If the path of promise is also a path of suffering, will I choose it?  But then that is, in part, what Lent is about... that God's path of promise was also God's path of suffering...

    When I was in Dibley, one of the best loved worship songs, and one they introduced me to, was this:

    You may not be a Kendrick fan, but it is song that has helped many people face the challenge of the interplay of ups and downs that are real life.  It reminds me of people I love, so it is very precious.

     

    God of Abraham

    God of Sarah

    God of Jesus

    God in Christ

    So easily we look for promsies of abundance

    And overlook the sting the tail

    That joy and sorrow are intertwined

    That laughter and tears must co-exist

    That life and death are never opposites

    That what we hope for may bring anxiety

    That what we most fear may surprise us with fulfilment

    In the whole of life

    Assure us of your companionship

    Let is never grow complacent in prosperity

    Or bitter in adversity

    But always walk

    One day at a time

    With you.

  • Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus

    Can't say I'm much in to saints days, let alone those of patron saints of various nations (it's always mildly amusing that Portugal and England share a patron saint) but because I am decidedly bored with news, local and national, that infers the UK consists solely of Scotland and England...

    A Happy St David's Day to any Welsh/Walian/living-in-Wales readers.

  • Lengthening Days

    A 'normal' shift today, though anything but a 'normal' day... two meetings back to back.  So, up and about bright and early... and it's light!  The days are definitely getting longer.  Of course as soon as we get used to it, the clocks shift and we are back to dark monrnings and the annual grumblings that incurs.

    Just had a mad thought - I wonder in all the stuff being talked about Scottish Independence if anyone has decided what they want to do about time zones and day-light savings?  BST? GMT? SST (Scottish Standard Time)?  Hmm.

    Anyway, work beckons, so I must stop this frivolity and get myself along the road.

  • Lent Reflections (8)

    The lectioanry readings for today are:

    Psalm 77

    Proverbs 30: 1 - 9

    Matthew 4: 1 - 11

    Today we are offered Matthew's take on Jesus' temptations (just in case anyone doesn't know, the order is different in Matthew and Luke, no specific temptations are named in Mark, John doesn't even mention this aspect of the story) set alongside a rather curious bit from Proverbs:


    The words of Agur son of Jakeh. An oracle.Thus says the man: I am weary, O God, I am weary, O God. How can I prevail?
    Surely I am too stupid to be human; I do not have human understanding.
    I have not learned wisdom, nor have I knowledge of the holy ones.
    Who has ascended to heaven and come down? Who has gathered the wind in the hollow of the hand? Who has wrapped up the waters in a garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is the person's name? And what is the name of the person's child? Surely you know!
    Every word of God proves true; he is a shield to those who take refuge in him.
    Do not add to his words, or else he will rebuke you, and you will be found a liar.
    Two things I ask of you; do not deny them to me before I die:
    Remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that I need, or I shall be full, and deny you, and say, "Who is the LORD?" or I shall be poor, and steal, and profane the name of my God.

    Proverbs 30:1 - 9

    The start of this little passage probably strikes a chord for many of people... I am weary... physically?  mentally? emotionally? spiritually?  Any or all of these?  And stupid... do we sometimes feel like that too?  What a numpty I am...?  How thick am I?  These are the words of a deep thinker, perhaps a sage, perhaps a scholar, perhaps, in out day, a professor, an industry expert, a world authority... This clever, thoughtful person feels useless.

    Well, maybe it's just me, but I found that encouraging!

    After the self-deprecation comes the reminder of God's fidelity and then an incredibly profound prayer... give me neither riches nor poverty, just let me have sufficient.  Why?  Too much and I will become self-reliant, denying my dependence on God; too little and I amy take matters into my own hands and behave in ways that profane God.  Wow.  The numpty who wrote that sounds remarkably wise to me.

    But, I have a dilemma... the old Methodist covenant prayer, which I dearly love, says 'let me be full, let me empty, let me have all things, let me have nothing' (or words to that effect), and we intuitively think this is a good prayer.  Which is better then?  Proverbs or the Methodist Covenant?  What subtlety is it that allows us to hold the two together as alternative expressions of a deep truth?

    When Goldilocks went to the house of the bears

    (as the nursery song expresses it)

    She tasted porridge that was

    Too salt

    Too sweet

    Just right

    She found chairs and beds that were

    Too hard

    Too soft

    Just right


    What is this 'just right'

    This middle ground

    This sufficiency?

     

    When God looks on earth, God sees

    The West that has too much

    The rest that has too little

    Is anywhere just right?

     

    When God attends our prayers, God hears

    Calls for more health and more wealth

    Calls for less poverty and less disease

    Does anyone one seek just right?

     

    Lord, you have not promised us wealth or health

    You have promised us your presence

    Please show us what 'just right' looks like

    Health enough

    Wealth enough

    Food enough

    Learning enough

    That we may honour your name

    And never forget our place in your embrace.