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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 876

  • A Long Month...

    ... is it just me, or has January been a very long month?

    A minister I spoke to on Sunday said he felt it was interminable...

    What do you think?!

    Still it ends well.  Sunday is World Leprosy Day, when we will be counting our blessings.  It is also Homeleness Sunday and an opportunity to support various charities in that field.  No one can do everything, so we are sticking to TLM, which includes homelessness issues, at least in so far as they affect people afflicted by leprosy.

    If it has been a long month for those of us with many blessings, how much more so for those with no homes, no family or no hope...?

  • Ecumenism

    I enjoyed myself on Sunday speaking at a nearby WPCU service.  I was mildly amused to be asked 'are you robing tonight?' since I wasn't even be-collared (no-one having died or needing to be spliced) and slightly bemused by the ritual processing in and out of the Bible (suitably adorned in heavily decorated book marks) to indicate the start and end of the service.  My sermon seemed to be well enough received, even being described as 'refreshing' and only one hymn was sung to a tune I'd never heard before.

    Then, belatedly, my Baptist Times arrived yesterday (it is still on Royal Mail re-direction which seems a bit hit and miss) with two articles on ecumenism that seemed to express fatigue, disappointment and even perhaps a degree of cynicism.  A lot of what was observed was valid, but I'm not sure that it needs to lead us into despair.

    One writer commented that ecumenism has always been seen as an 'add on' for most people, even many ministers.  I think that's a fair comment - united services tend to be less well attended than others and churches often plan events and outreach 'across' one another.  But that is not a fault of the dream but of local praxis.  In Dibley, we as a church made a conscious decision to close our own service in favour of any united worship, acknowledging but subverting people's reluctance to go out twice in one day; it was often noted that we always had the biggest turnout and was a source of mild irritation that our ecumenical colleagues didn't do likewise.  Here in Glasgow our evening services are always joint with another church and are in the style of neither; compromises have to be made and attendances are never going to be massive - though I have seen a sudden increase since Christmas.  In neither case is it lowest common denominator mush and in neither case is there a sense that we should abandon our distinctive and separate witness, just a recognition that ecumenism is a serious undertaking.  Of course it depends on the ministers, and being a bit of a mongrel myself, albeit a committed Baptist-mongrel, ecumenism is in my blood.  Do I believe in a single organic unity?  No, I don't, at least not in the way I understand it, since I don't think there ever was one.  Do I believe in one Church?  Abso-bloomin-lutely, just not sure how it looks.

    Another comment made in the Baptist Times is that LEPs tend to arise where, in my interpretation of the writer's words, two (or more) dying churches join to form one bigger, no less terminally ill, church.  Ecumenism as survival is doomed to fail because it is born of desperation not desire.  The best LEPs, the ones that thrive and blossom, seem to be those in places like Milton Keynes that began life as such.  There will be exceptions, of course, but to join two small congregations motivated by saving money, reducing workloads and 'showing we really are one afterall' simply won't be good enough.

    In my, albeit limited, experience, the best practice is that which acknowledges diversity and difference and seeks to affirm each congregation's unique contribution to the 'big' picture.

    • There is a Leicestershire village where all the churches have identical signage, apart from their denominational label, thus they all say 'The Church in Bimbleville, Denomination.'  It seems to work.
    • In Dibley we did a number of joint outreach events, such as a children's club or a pensioner's tea, and at the end we would refer interested parties to the fellowships that could offer what they were looking for - the parish church for children's work, the Methodists for a women's group, ourselves for a lunch club.  We avoided re-inventing wheels, accepted our niches and refused to compete with one another.
    • In many places ecumenical study groups for Lent and Advent prove a real source of joy.
    • Lots of initiatives and interests cross denominational boundaries from Christian Aid week to Fairtrade to B2C Sunday

    I could waffle on, but it'd soon get boring!

    My suspicion is that we get tired and cynical because our view of ecumenism is too narrow, possibly too much 'organic union', possibly too much 'add on extra.'  If we can re-imagine it as unity-in-diversity, as one body in many parts that do not compete but collaborate we may stand a better chance.  Truth is, there is nothing wrong with being a small church, a niche church or even a dying church but everything wrong with seeing ecumenism as the cure for our latest woes.

    So, no to robes and yes to joint services; no to ill-considered mergers and yes to shared mission; no to cynicism and yes to hopefulness.

    What do others think?  Examples of good practice and encouraging experience would be good to hear.

  • People such a yourself...

    Time for something lighter on this blog methinks.

    I arrived at the end of the road where church is this morning to discover 'road closed' signs and a police cordon running across the road at the end of the church building.  Various forensic type people were wandering about from an 'incident' van and ordinary police officers were guarding the cordon.

    'Can I get to the church?' I asked

    'Oh yes, people such as yourself are fine, just stay on the path'

    So, here I am, safely in the church, looking out at a cordoned off cross-roads, wondering how my car-based folk will get to the church, if the cordon will still be there when the foot folk arrive (unlike me some of them are not going to be able to duck under the cordon)

    It is amusing watching the conversations between police and passers-by - lots of of hand-waving and finger pointing about whatever it is that has closed the road (I am guessing a traffic incident).

    Any way, being a person like me seems to mean that so long as I'm going to church I can cross a police cordon with impunity!

  • Fay Martin RIP

    I get the BMS e-mail update regularly and, if I'm honest, tend to skim through it and move on to the next email fairly quickly.

    Not so this morning.  As I scrolled through I read of a 24 year-old BMS worked who had died in Afghanistan.  The name rang a bell and as I clicked the link to the BMS website the picture confirmed my worst fears.  After a bit more web searching to check I wasn't wrong, I am now 99.9% sure I met this young woman, as she came to my little church in Dibley in June 2004 as part of a BMS Action team on tour.  She was due to go to university to study Environmental Sciences that autumn.  In her I detected clear evidence of a prophetic ministry (not someone who sees the future, someone who sees as God sees and speaks God's truth into a disordered world) and encouraged her to test out her call. I well recall her saying how she had reflected on the disparity between the wealth she took for granted as British citizen and the extreme poverty of people in Uganda.  Why has God given us so much, she pondered, and them so little?  She knew why it wasn't.  Not, she concluded, for us to enjoy a life of decadence but that somehow - she wasn't clear how - so that we could employ that wealth in the service of others.  She was not excusing poverty, she knew that was wrong too.  And she knew that simple answers were wrong answer: she showed wisdom beyond her experience.

    And now she is dead.  And a million thoughts run through my head.

    What I do know is that Fay was a beautiful, honest and faithful girl who loved her Lord and was willing to take the risks of faithful discipleship, physically, emotionally and even spiritually.  Somewhere in one of my boxes I believe I still have the hand-made thank you card she sent me after her visit, and certainly when packing up to move north found a crumpled photo of the four young people in Ugandan dress who came and shared a week with us, a week that was so incredibly significant in the life of that little church, coinciding with the Insurance Inspection that led to the building being closed.

    I pray for Fay's family at this time, that they will find the comfort and consolation they need.  And I thank God for the privilege of meeting her, if only for a short time, praying that she is at peace and safe with her Lord.

  • Good Question!

    So, my reading has now reached the halfway through the book stage and I have landed at a whole series of questions to ponder - they are good, thoughtful and thought provoking, though most I have seen and thought about before.  But this one made me slow down considerably:

    Is there a difference for me between the "God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ" and the "God of my fathers"?

    Yes, no, maybe, perhaps, probably, possibly... all, some or none of the above... but why do we answer as we do?

    This is why it is always worth reading new books on old topics (and slogging through yet another attempt to explain the trinitarian concept of person with its Greek and relational origins) - there are always a few gems to be discovered.

    We all know how easily we make God in our own image, or at least in the image we want, but hoe often do we critically ponder that image?

    A good question for a Friday afternoon methinks.