Today was our final Advent reflection based on Helen Bruch Pearson's book.

The last thing we did was for five of us to light a taper from the red candles representing each of the women, naming her aloud, and then together to light the gold 'Jesus candle'.

For me there was something very moving about the coming together of these five stories in the united act of 'birthing' the Light of the World

Tamar

Rahab

Ruth

Bathsheba

Mary

Jesus' mother-roots

Our advent journey nears its conclusion... the scarlet threads draw together to weave a shawl in which to wrap the infant Christ, son of Tamar, son of Rahab, son of Ruth, son of Bathsheba, son of Mary, son of God.

Today's readings:

Psalm 1: 1- 3

Jeremiah 17:7-8

Matthew 13: 3 - 6

Spookily, after I opted yesterday to go with the mustard seed parable, each of today's verses has a bit of a tree theme!  Both the psalm and the Jeremiah have the righteous person compared to a tree growing by a stream, where it flourishes.  The Matthew gives us a bit of the parable of the sower/soils/seed, stopping hsort with the seed that falls on the rocky places and is parched.

So, if today I stay with the part parable, we get this:

Then Jesus told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed.  As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.  Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow.  But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root.”

Rather than love being the seed or the plant/shrub/tree, what about love as that which is necesaary for the healthy growth of the said vegetation?  Love as a the stream that provides water, the soil that offers nutrients and cover, the sun that warms the shoots and enables photosynthesis?  What about love in many guises (water, food, shelter, warmth, etc) that enables us to reach our potential?  And if some of that is absent - physical or metaphorical hunger, cold, exposure - how is our gorwth stunted or destroyed?

A quick gander in HymnQuest (not finding the contemporary song for which I was looking, shows there are a fair few which speak of the 'stream(s) of God's love' of which this one seemed to stirke a chord depsite its antiquated language and idiom:

Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run;
For love has overflowing streams
To fill them every one.

But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
They very founts of love for us
Will soon be parched and dried.

For we must share if we would keep
That blessing from above;
Ceasing to give we cease to have-
This is the law of love.

Richard C Trench (1807-1886)

And so to my own response...

God of love

Living water, flowing like an endless stream

Let me dip my feet into its coolness

Let me gulp in mouthfulness of its refreshing

Let me splash delightedly in its shallows

Let me swim in its depths

Let it wash away my faitgue

My dryness

Let it fill my heart, mind and soul

My emptiness

Let me fill a bucket and carry it,

Spilling over the rim

To share with others

Literally

Metaphorically

Needing their own

Refreshment

Cleansing

Delighting

God, source of love

God, love incarnate

God, let us drink from you again

Amen

Neil Brighton rightly posts in appreciation of the hard work of the people who are directly employed by BUGB.  Reading his words has prompted me to very briefly express my own appreciation of them and of those in the BUS.  The BUS has had a year of immense change: the head of ministries and the head of mission returned to pastoral ministry, a new finance director, a new youth coordinator, a new mission adviser and a new BMS-BUS joint appointment were made, the Union moved to new offices, and several tough issues were faced with courage. 

For my own part, both Unions have continued to be very supportive both through the latter stages of my medical treatment, and in the various challenges the year has brought.  I love both 'my' Unions very much... they may annoy me sometimes, but overall I am SO glad I'm a Baptist and not any other flavour of Christian!

Happy Christmas BMS, BUS and BUGB, may God bless you with love and hope for 2012

Today's verses:

Psalm 40:1,5

Hosea 2:14 - 15

Matthew 13: 31-32, 44

So, we leave Song of Sex Solomon and move on to Hosea... who is busy 'alluring' his unfaithful wife... just who is it that is eros-obsessed?!  The psalm speaks of God's faithful response to the writer's cry, whilst Matthew offers two itty bitty parables.

If a key characteristic of the Kingdom or Heaven/God/Shalom is love, be that agape or philadelphia (cos if JC is to be believed methinks eros is of this world... no marriage in heaven evidently) then maybe I can substitute 'kingdom' with 'love' in the parables and read then afresh?

Jesus told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field.  Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches.” ... “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.”

Love like a mustard seed, then, tiny, dark and seemingly lifeless, buried in the fertile earth of a human heart and left to grow (but that's another parable about active waiting).  Full grown love likened to a shrub big enough to offer shelter, to provide rest for the weary, and, presumably, to feed or to season life itself.

Love like a hidden treasure so valuable a person would sell everything to acquire it?  But, as the song says 'money can't buy me love', so that cannot be right.  Love as the most precious thing, not something that can be bought and sold (like a diamond ring, my friend) but the quality for which kings abandon their thrones (I vaguely recall a book on love that reflected on the abdication of Edward VIII as this depth of love).

Love, God, you are love:

Love wide as the ocean...

Love that will not let me go...

Perfect love, all human loves transcending...

The hymn-writers revel in speaking of it

And its language is so familiar we no longer consider

What love

Means

Is

Does

Costs

Love came down at Christmas...

As this Advent season draws towards its end

As we prepare to expend out energies

In services of worship

In service of others

In family celebration

May love

Priceless

Nurturing

Refreshing

Protecting

Be ours

Amen

A couple more images of me prancing about in a gown...

This one shows something of the vibrant colours on the hood - fully lined with purple, edged in gold, and the cape edged in maroon.  I reckon it's a pretty fine hood!

This one is in the quad behind the Whitworth Hall, the streaks are snow falling rapidly and giving an interesting dappled effect to my outfit!

This one is me with Graham Sparkes, former head of BUGB Faith and Unity, now head of the Partnership for Theological Education, Manchester

Phots (c) GW