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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 921

  • Palm Sunday Resources

    Next Sunday (Passion Sunday in Protestant calendars) I am not working but instead will be joining the other 'old girls' from the Girls' Brigade company I attended in my youth for its 75th anniversary parade.  This is scary.  As my little sister noted 'it really can't be 25 years since the 50th anniversary' yet both of us have lived more years since it than we did before it.

    My next working Sunday is Palm Sunday, which I love preparing for and gives me a great excuse to be a bit 'whacky' and creative as well as being an occasion where I usually try to move people on into Holy Week on the basis that most of them won't be in worship again until the following Sunday.  Maundy Thursday we'll get about a dozen; Good Friday many people will sniffily not come to the muti-sensory outreach event because 'it's not a proper service you know'. Grrrr.

    Anyway, the creative juices were flowing this morning and I have put together what I think is a great service with loads of dramatised Bible readings and no sermon.

    We begin with Palm Sunday and I found the basis of a wonderful 'chant' in A Procession of Prayers compiled by John Carden, published Cassell 1998 page 152

     

    Jesus is passing this way!

    This way, this way.

    Jesus is passing this way -

    He's passing this way today.

     

    I intend to start this chant going myself, nudge someone (a plant) and say 'pass it on' in the hope that we can get the whole congregation chanting together.

     

    We will also use a 'football chant' style version of the gospel record...

     

    Hosanna!  (clap clap clap)

    Hosanna! (clap clap clap)

    Blessed is the

    One who comes

    In the name

    Of the Lord!

    Hosanna! (clap clap clap)

    Hosanna! (clap clap clap)

    Hosanna in the highest!

     

    Finding suitable hymns/songs was also a challenge - and we will be using a selection of verses culled from various hymns and songs (after five years my folk are accustomed to this odd habit of mine).  There are very few Holy Week songs/hymns but I did find these two which I thought were helpful and so might others...

     

    This one is good for adults, thoughtful words and a solid metre (6684D) and we're using verses 1, 2 and 3 as part of our service on Palm Sunday

     

    What kind of reign is this,
    provoking such a scene?
    These crowds, the palms, the cloaks, the songs:
    what can they mean?
    God's Chosen One arrives,
    and loud hosannas ring
    as on a donkey's foal he rides,
    the humble King.

    But with a heavy heart
    this Prince of Peace has come,
    his eyes awash with tears for lost
    Jerusalem-
    and in the temple courts
    his holy anger burns:
    the greedy money-changers' stalls
    he overturns.

    This promised, rightful Heir,
    by prophets long foretold,
    brings teaching and authority
    both clear and bold;
    the leaders whom he chides
    respond with rage and fear-
    they plot his fate; the crisis grows;
    the cross looms near.

    They want his blood, he knows,
    and he will be betrayed-
    there in the darkened olive-grove
    his choice is made:
    he takes the bitter cup
    with all it will entail,
    resolved to face the agonies
    of thorn and nail.

    What kind of reign is this,
    fulfilled at such a price:
    a King who freely gives himself
    in sacrifice!
    With wonder we recall
    the path our Saviour trod,
    acknowledging the risen Christ
    our Lord and God.

    Martin E Leckebusch (born 1962)
    © 2000 Kevin Mayhew Ltd
    6 6 8 4 D  (Suggested tune Leoni)

     

    This one is more all-agey in feel and I have idea what it is sung to. The metre is roughly 15 15 13 15 and I don't know any tunes that do that!  It does a few bits of rationalising the four gospel accounts and I'd want to inclusivise the language in places (but that's just me) but it gets my vote simply for doing an overview of Holy Week in one song.

     

    On Sunday he rode on a donkey into Jerusalem

    The people shouted: Hosanna! The King of the Jews, Amen!

    They threw down coats and branches as on the donkey came

    On Sunday he rode on a donkey into Jerusalem.


    On Monday he entered the Temple, casting the traders out

    He overturned all the tables and raised up a mighty shout

    How dare you cheat my people and cause good men to doubt!

    On Monday he entered the Temple, casting the traders out


    On Tuesday he spoke with the wise men, words both strong and true

    They tried to trip and trap him, but the master knew.

    He told them of a king's son who came to collect his due

    On Tuesday he spoke with the wise men, words both strong and true.


    On Wednesday in Bethany's village, Mary's love was told

    A precious perfume was given that might have been kept or sold

    And Judas sold his master just for a bag of gold

    On Wednesday in Bethany's village, Mary's love was told


    On Thursday he shared in the supper - it was to be his last

    Then out he went to the garden and prayed that the cup would pass

    And Judas with the soldiers betrayed him with a kiss

    On Thursday he shared in the supper - it was to be his last


    On Friday they took him to Pilate, asking him to decide:

    A traitor and a blasphemer;  he must be crucified!

    Then to the cross they nailed him, and watched him as he died

    On Friday they took him to Pilate, asking him to decide.


    On Saturday he was a-lying, bound up in Joseph's tomb

    A massive stone at the entrance, securing his final doom

    His friends who loved him dearly were filled with fear and gloom

    On Saturday he was a-lying, bound up in Joseph's tomb.


    On Sunday he rose in triumph, leaving an empty grave

    He stood before his disciples and told them they must believe

    Now go into the world, tell all men I'm alive!

    On Sunday he rose in triumph, leaving an empty grave


    Chick Yuill (c) Salvationist Publishing and Supplies Ltd

  • Keeping Silence

    Today is, according to a Radio 2 Pause for Thought this last week from a Baptist minister, so it must be right (sorry whoever you were I've forgotten your name), Refreshment Sunday.  The fourth Sunday in Lent is one when people were given respite from their Lenten abstinences for one day before they continued on towards Holy Week.

    We focused our thoughts on the Markan account of Jesus being anointed at Bethany (Mark 14) and I tried to explore something about how the home of the leper Simon (how did manage to retain a home if he had this disease - was he wealthy?  Was he a lonely man with few friends/visitors because of his disease and consequent ritual uncleanliness?) provided a place of refreshment for Jesus, and the significance of the moment when Jesus allowed himself to receive the refreshing of anointing by an unnamed woman.  We pondered whether we would actually be like those who berated her for waste and found themselves shocked that Jesus, the advocate for the poor, praised her actions.  There is a tension between doing what Jesus calls us to do and being refreshed for that service.  Sometimes, I concluded what we need is not more words but less; sometimes what we don't need is another hymn or song but a time of silence.  So we did just that - we spent three minutes (the average length of a hymn)  in silence, after which I read a few verses from 2 Corinthians 4 (treasure in clay pots) and gave everyone a lovely illustrated text of 2 Cor 4:7 I'd found online.

    It seemed to do whatever was needful - some shed a few tears, others simply relaxed in the stillness.  Baptists are not known for our use of silence or stillness; sometimes I think maybe we fear it.  Whatever the truth may be, for us today needing refreshment for our own journeys, it was the right thing to have done.

  • What would Mr Wesley think?

    The crematorium where I was this morning, like so many others nowadays is phasing out real live organists (though we had one) in favour of automated computer systems, notably one called Wesley (after John or Charles maybe?).  The advantage is that rather than home-burned CDs that fail to play, scratched ones that skip or tapes that get chewed the music can be downloaded and plays clearly.  What happens when the computer goes on the blink is another matter altogether - but we nearly found out this morning.  For some reason, this particular place expects the Funeral Directors to control the music via a touch-screen at the back of the chapel (which for us meant him having to move some of the people to get to it) rather than their staff doing it behind mirrored glass.  For some reason he had to press the start button four times before the music began and was starting to look rather worried by the time the strains of 'soul limbo' began to fill the air.

    The upside was that as the music started a murmour of gentle laughter rippled through the chapel and people began to smile again.  It was hard to walk slowly and in a dignified manner to such bouncy music but as I exited the chilly chapel into the warm spring sunshine it felt like a "good job jobbed" - even drawing praise from a fiery West Indian lay preacher!

    What Mr Wesley might make of his name being used for the infernal machine I have no idea, but suspect he'd have liked the tune as he is one of the many allegedly to have denied Satan royalities on good tunes.

  • Amending the Roll

    Dibley Baptist is a very old-fangled place in many ways.  We have a traditional roll book which each member signs as they are received into membership.  It's a good tradition, which promotes a sense of continuity - at least as far back as the opening of the now closed building!

    This morning, for the second time in a fortnight, I've had to update the book, adding the final date for one of our members, whose name now appears on another roll in another dimension.  Having to leaf back several pages past the angular biro of recent years to the beautiful copperplate of the 1940's I passed over two hundred names to find this name received 'on profession of faith' and add the date of death.  How many have passed through the portals of this place in those intervening years, and where are they all now, I wondered?

    It is a weird sense of privilege to open this book and record the deaths of those who make up this little church in this little corner of God's world.

    Rest well, companion in Christ, your work is done.

  • Friday Night but Sunday's Coming...

    This from ASBO Jesus made me smile...

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