So, the votes have been cast.  For the umpteenth successive election I have voted for someone who was not elected, but at least I got to vote, which is perhaps as, if not more, important.  I'm not sure what to make of the events in some English cities where people were turned away after allegedly queuing for 'hours.'  It is easy to blame the returning officers, and maybe they did make errors of judgement.  At the same time if people chose to arrive at 21:30 then they knew, surely, there was some element of risk involved?

I'm always fascinated to watch the Sunderland dash.  Clearly a compact set of constituencies and a committed infrastructure set on a fast turn around.  Must be nice for the candidates to be away by midnight.  And how times have changed that we no longer have to wait for daylight to count in Northern Ireland or a week for ballot boxes to arrive from the outermost islands.

So, as the clearing up happens, as candidates fall into an exhausted sleep, as party leaders head to London to decide 'what next', we have a parliament in which no one has an overall majority.  Might people just begin to work together for the common good rather than squabbling?  Might we discover that a 'balanced' (nicer word than 'hung') parliament can be strong and effective?  Or will we be back at the polls in a few months to do it all again?  Only time will tell.

There is a temptation to see this as 'job done' and revert to life as usual, but actually the challenge is to continue to engage with the issues and be interested in the life of this nation.  My younger brother used to say that democracy was the freedom to choose our dictators.  Perhaps we need to grasp that, whilst we get the government we choose (within the constraints of the process we use), we don't then abdicate responsibility for influencing what it does.

(A topic worthy of theolgical debate... Arminian Calvinism perhaps?!!)

Anyway, more seriously.  Our service last night went really well, and thanks are due to one of my C of S colleagues for organising it.  Just half an hour long, with a couple of Bible readings (Micah 6:8 and Mark 12: 28-31) and short reflections, some prayers and hymns.  The pause we needed but might not otherwise have made time for.  The place to seek God amidst the pressures of earth.

One hymn we sang was this one (though verse 2 was omitted for some unknown reason - maybe just to fit the page, maybe it was a little too specific or pointed? ):-

1. Lord, we ask for wisdom, guidance.

Lead us in this nation’s hour,

when those bidding for election

tell us how they’ll use their powers.

As we read each manifesto

show, where best, your Kingdom flowers.

2. Favour those whose goal is service,

all whose aim is toil, not ease;

leaders moved by courage, goodness,

spurning false expenses, sleaze.

Save us from all spin, deception.

Lead us now to righteousness.

3. Look upon us, Lord, in kindness.

Pardon those who trust in wealth.

Many live in fear of losing

money, homes, employment, health.

Through recession’s shadow, lead us;

in your rod and staff, our faith.

4. In each passing generation

you seek justice, mercy, grace;

care for poor and broken-hearted,

care for all who have no place.

Let the homeless and the stranger

find in us Christ’s warm embrace.

5. All the earth and all its people,

all its seas and all its lands;

all belong to you, O Father,

all our hopes are in your hands.

As we go to cast our ballot

Tune our ears to heaven’s demands.

Words by Louis Kinsey © Jocky Music 2010 (can be found here HT CofS Craig)

Some wise words were spoken in the service, acknowledging that we won't all vote the same way, that many factors will infleunce our decisions, but that we trust, somehow that despite our finitude and partiality God is working.

So, that's it, I've cast my vote and normal service resumes.  It is intriguing working in a key marginal (maybe 'the' key marginal for Scotland) and living in a seat deemed so safe no-one has canvassed my vote (though the Communist was handing our leaflets at the gate of the 'polling place' (four polling stations in one building)).  I don't intend to stay up for the result but by tomorrow it'll be over and the reality will begin.

On the Sunday before Pentecost my title is 'Waiting for God' and the 'All Togther' bit thinking about patience.  I used to know a poem that began something like this...

Waiting, waiting, waiting for the party to begin

Waiting, waiting, waiting for the laughter and the din

Waiting, waiting, waiting with hair 'just so'...

Trouble is (a) I can't recall any more of it (b) I don't know who wrote it or where it is published and (c) Googling doesn't find it (though did reveal a fascinating poem on 'waiting' as a woman's life, just unsuitable for all age worship with small or prudish people present!)

Anyone know where I can find it or got a copy?  Or failing that any alternatives that might do the business?

Finally Glasgow City Council got my correct voting card to me with two days to spare; phew.

Interestingly my (locally) forwarded mail consists of pseudo-personal communications from the main political parties (a different Glasgow constituency), all I've had by way of correct constituency leaflets is one yesterday from the very scary extremists.  Do the major parties not want my vote?  Worrying.

This evening I am helping lead worship for the eve of election at an ecumenical service over the road.  My contribution is the approach prayers, which I've had to write from scratch as my colleague has already decided to use the BUGB/URC/Methodist JPIT prayers for his bit.

Important decisions to be made and, as evidently 40% of us are still undecided how to vote, the likely outcome still far from obvious.

Vote wisely.  And, lest my dad return to haunt you, vote!

The new General Director of the BUS has begun a weekly blog here.  Worth checking out to see what is crossing his desk, filling his diary and informing his leadership of Bap-World:Scotland.