The snow has returned to Glasgow and the views from my windows with morning sun glinting on snow-crowned tenenments are a-maz-ing, as is the more distant splendour of the fells...

City life can be very beautiful indeed

Yesterday I watched a documentary about children who care for their parents and was immediately struck that one of the girls shown was sporting a 'Team Spurgeons' sweatshirt.  Surely, I mused, this must be Spurgeon's Childcare, a Baptist (at least until recently) charity and one we supported regularly when I was in Dibley (we split the offering from the united Christingle service between the three 'roughly denominational' children's charities).  A bit of googling, and I confirmed it was, albeit rebranded since I last checked it out.

What struck me as I watched the programme was that most of the charities involved were the former denominational ones... Action for Children (formerly NCH Action for Children, formerly National Children's Homes) ex-Methodist; The Children's Society (formerly The Church of England Children's Society) ex-C of E; Spurgeons (formerly Spurgeon's Childcare) ex-Baptist.  Each of these to some degree retains its Christian ethos - Spurgeon's notably offering Lent resources, Children's Society the Christingle service - and each seeks to work with people of any or no faith.  How many viewers would have known that these, along with Barnardos, had Christian origins, or that the former denominational ones depend heavily on those denominations for financial support?

We hear plenty on the news about churches getting it wrong with children, but here were examples of church-funded or church-supported work reaching the most vulnerable and often hidden children.

Spurgeon's is a pretty small charity and its work in the UK is restricted to parts of England (it also does some African work, undoubtedly reflecting aspects of its Baptist roots) but its role is surely vital for those it helps, often in some of the most disadvantaged areas.

I think by posting I am reminding myself and other Baptists (at least the ones in England!) of this vital work and our challenge to support it practically and prayerfully.  CHS was not 'just' a preacher, he knew that 'faith without deeds is dead' and we do well to remember that.

(Photo from Spurgeon's website)

Having just ordered my new version of HymnQuest I thought I'd give it a quick plug and explain why I am always happy to pay for my own copy.

Firstly it covers hundreds of hymn and song books from, ooh, Hymns Ancient and Prehistoric via Lightbulb Changing Songs 2010 to Plainchant for Beginners - whatever your style or wherever you are going you can be pretty sure it'll be there. 

Secondly it has loads of dead easy to use cheats for busy worship leaders - you can pick items based on keywords, themes, lectionary date, Bible chapter or book.  So if your want hymns/songs with the word 'dandelion,' the phrase 'God is spiffing,' relating to Leviticus 15:12, for Year B Sixth after Trinity or on the theme of 'deep sea fishermen' you can find them at the drop of a hat.  OK, maybe not my exact examples, but you get the idea.

Thirdly, if you buy the copyright licence users edition (CLUE), you can export straight to projection software - and even in the basic version loads of things can be exported to word processing or projection software with a couple of clicks.

Fourthly you can check tunes - the set ones can be heard (in part) for most things and via the metrical search you can find alternatives.  Not so easy with the latest 'irreg and refrain' but great for traditional style hymns in CM, LM, DCM and so forth.

Fifthly it's cheap!  The CLUE version is £40 a year and the standard version (which I have) a mere £20 to upgrade from 2010 to 2011.  Given the cost of a typical song/hymn book in music edition you get your money back instantly with Hymn Quest.  It doesn't stop me buying more books - but at least I can be more confident I'm not buying yet another copy of what boils down to 'Zillions of Songs You Already Knew.'  Most of the Hymn Quest stuff appears in loads of books - and that's great as it makes it easier to find stuff that will be known in ecumenical settings and/or to find 'legal' variants of words.

Many if not most readers will already know of HQ, but if you don't, may I suggest you consider trying it out - at £40 it's less than £1 a week for churches with CCL/Calamus and it just might lead you to some new and interesting stuff from surprising stables.

After Mt Chemo, my next metaphor for my 'journey' is a forest, a deep dark forest, based on a real one I encountered back in 2008 on Offa's Dyke.

The antepenultimate day saw us walking through hours and hours of heavy rain past a place appropriately named World's End - a bend in the road where there is nothing much apart from a road sign.  In this image of me on that road you get a hint of how wet it all was.

Eventually you reach some moorland that is quite, no, is very, boggy and upon which railway sleepers and duckboards have been laid to avoid the unwary walker sinking knee deep in mud and losing her/his boots/socks/composure.  By the time we reached the moorland it had, for a time, stopped raining and an eery, steamy mist rose above it.  And then came the forest.

Normally I like forest walks - green branches overhead, easy terrain to walk, shade from sun, canopy from rain - but this one had an eery quality to it being dark and dank; indeed my loyal friend found it altogether a scary forest.  Every now and then we found bits of hazard tape across the pathway and signs warning us of forestry work (we could hear the odd buzz of timber cutting) and/or BMX tracks which had priority.  The signage in the forest was poor and several times we had to guess the direction to take, along cloggy clay paths, knowing only that our direction needed to be 'down.'  The day's rain meant a clingy grey mist hung thick in the air and at mid-afternoon it felt like twilight.  It was cold, gloomy and seemed slightly malevolent.

Of course, as sensible adults and well experienced we knew everything was quite safe - the worst that could happen was to be a bit off track when we emerged at the other end, but it didn't alter how it felt.  We could only see a few steps ahead, we didn't know if we would stumble upon a cyclist unable to stop on his/her downhill dscent, and of course we didn't know what lay before us because it was new to us.  We trusted our guidebooks (especially our Trailblazer guide which is our favourite series because of their slightly off-beam humour that only walkers can trully 'get') but we still had to do the walking, through the murk, down the muddy path to the other side.

Having got there, having found ourselves at the most surreal B&B ever, having shared tales with other travellers, it all found it's right proportion, but it didn't make the experience any less real along the way.

And that's kind of how it is for my next phase of treatment - I have read the guidebooks, I have done the logical stuff, but it feels like a dark, deep forest through which I must walk, and parts of it alone (physically anyway - I will have hundreds of prayers for support).  I know there is a far side to the forest, and I hope the 'B&B' is less surreal, but I can only get there one step at a time, along the road, across the moor and through the trees.

For now, it's the road and it's sunny, not raining, as I step along enjoying a few weeks away from almost all things medical.

At the end of Offa's Dyke, it is traditional to paddle in the sea at Prestatyn... so we did.  When I checked this photo I was reminded that Offa's Dyke was one of the walks where I'd been sponsored for charity, and on the last day my friend and I had worn appropriate teeshirts - hers for Breakthrough Breast Cancer and mine for MacMillan Cancer Care. Over the years we have raised in the order of £2k for cancer charities, remembering or supporting friends and relatives whose lives it has touched.

Once I've passed through my forest, once I've got through the various bits and bobs that follow it, once I am certified fit enough (if not sane enough) I feel there will be another walk on the horizon, a 'real' one to raise money so that one day, one day, no one will have to walk this particular walk.

(Remembering especially R, G, J)

Having never had a walkman or a discman or any other small portable player of music, I suddenly find myself with two MP3 players, one a gift already loaded with an extensive miscellany and the other a gift on which to load my own.  So it was, yesterday, that I began copying about 20 CDs onto my new device.  Quite what anyone would make of this eclectic mixture that ranged from Elgar to Enya, Graham Kendrick to Gregorian Chant, Barber to Bartolli, Karl Jenkins to Jan Garbarek, and all station in between I have no idea, but I'm not too conerned either.  Mostly I've opted for instrumental stuff, but there are some of singing; for anyone who makes such distinctions (I'm not sure I do any more) probably 50/50 sacred/secular.

Listening to some of it, I was struck how much of it is stuff I bought for a 'reason' - to use a track in worship or to express something that mattered at some point in time.  Having the two devices will be useful when I am tied down for a while, allowing one to recharge as the other plays and giving me stuff to listen to that has no associations as well as plenty that has.

I may well download some 'pray as you go' and/or audiopot material to take into the hospital with me so that I have something on hand to use when I'm not up for thinking too hard.  That will be just as eclectic for sure!

What's on your MP3 player?  And why?