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Desperate for Jesus

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Common Worship reading for this coming Sunday: Mark 7:24-end

Here is this woman… who is desperate to see her child released from the pain and anguish she lives in day after day.  Some of you will be able to sympathise with her, knowing members of your own family who likewise struggle with some affliction day after day.  Such anguish, watching someone you love, in daily pain and misery, is very hard to bear.

This woman comes to Jesus, willing to endure insult and embarrassment and humiliation; crossing all kinds of social convention and expectations; to come to the only place where she knew to go.  The only place worth going to.  The only place to find peace: Jesus.
Things are very different for us today.  We have a health service that helps us to patch up our bodies and manage our pain.  We have an organised church to help us encounter Jesus in the security of social conventions and practices.  Our situation is very different from this Syrophoenician woman.

And yet on Monday evening I sat in a concert at Greenbelt weeping in public waiting for Jesus to do something for someone I love.

I guess things aren’t so different.  We still struggle with things we can’t explain and pain we can’t bear to live with.  Still the only place to go is Jesus, to find peace, healing, comfort, strength, grace, mercy…  And we still get desperate enough to humiliate ourselves in public, to ignore social conventions, risk insult and embarrassment in order to get to a place where Jesus will hear us.

The Pit Workers of Canary Wharf

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The highlight of a Themed Study Week on Faith and Work was the trip to Canary Warf. Overseen by Fiona Stewart-Darling that included a visit around the Sales Centre, which included some fabulous models of the place, and some time at Morgan Stanley finance house. Lunch was hosted by Sir David Walker in the executive dinning area followed by a trip around the trading floors.

For our Christmas gift off Kate’s parents we had tickets to Billy Elliot. It was a great show, so much so that we are taking Anna our daughter for her Birthday. The show, as you might know, focuses of a mining community during the 1980 pit strikes and Billy’s newly found ballet talents. The family face the challenge of supporting Billy’s flight from nothing to the possibility of something, at the expense of physically letting him leave town and a serious amount of pride along the way.

At first sight there is little connection between these two trips except somewhere in David Walkers defence of Morgan Stanley and capitalism a fairly obvious point of connection emerged for me, between the life of a miner and that of a trader. Let me explain…

In the same way that miners, shipbuilders, factory workers and steel-makers where the backbone of not only our local communities but our GDP as a country, so to are, now, the traders and workers of our finance houses and banks. David Walker explained how the GDP of this country is as high as it is almost solely through the work of such places as Morgan Stanley. And his revealing of the typical lifestyle of some of his co-workers I could see that the physical dangers of mining had been exchanged for emtional and relational dangers for traders. How in both cases the work demanded long hours, hard toil and left its marks on the body of the worker.

Of course there are many points of disparity, such as the financial rewards, the comfortable lifestyle and early retirement. There are too differing motivations and expectations of the workers in these very different environments. But, the challenge to me was that as a Christian I think I have a romantic view of the loss of the communties round pits, yards and factories in contrast to my cynical and skeptical view of the life of a banker or trader. And yet they place in the life of the national community is probably not much different!

This observation, or connection in my mind has many points where it could fall down and perhaps far too many assumptions. But for me, whose ministry has largely been in commuter belt of London, God has enabled me to see these high earning, bonus chasing, people with long working hours and eternal communting times with new eyes. Not just because I now realise how much my own lifestyle, although poverty ridden in comparison, depends on them, but how much our national lifestyle and international influence is just as dependant on “a good week at work” for these bankers and traders. When you have £5bn moving across your screen in a given week you, having a good week at work seems a lot more desirable, and worth praying for, than managing to get a good order of service ready for Sunday.

God noises

On our week long holiday in Devon [more to follow] Anna [daughter,7] and I had 45 mins together as we walked along the top of the gorge at Lydford Gorge.
As we walked along the top we occassionaly caught glimpses of the river below and became more excited about seeing the waterfall that was the goal of our walk and the rendezvous with the rest of the family.
On one stop we noticed that all we could hear were God noises: noises from things God had made and not humans. The river, the wind, the rustling trees, our breathing… it was a lovely moment and one that reminded me that I don’t get as many of these as I would like.

Presence

…love passionately desires the presence of the belovedFree of Charge, 12

No-one at Compline!

I was on the rota to lead Compline last night at the college chapel. This is an optional service at 10pm to mark the end of the day and provide a space of reflection. We normally sing this service but since I can’t sing I was leading from the said version in Common Worship.

We there was just me and the chapel sacristan (person who prepares the room and looks after everything). At 10 I was ready to say ‘O well’ and make it an early night. But Paul the sacristan beat me to it and said ‘Just you and me then brother!’

There followed Paul and I going through the service, (which included a song that we elected to say since neither of us were that comfortable about singing). During this I glimpsed closer the privilege of praying on behalf of the community.

Praying for God’s peace throughout the night, for rest and protection, praying on behalf of the community; giving thanks for the mission work of the church and offering to God our thanks for his grace and mercy during the day knowing that I was there to do that and that no-one else could come was ok.

Perhaps there is a priest in me after-all!

Nothing comes up but healing

Monday saw the termly quiet day at college, quiet meaning silent except during the offices, the Eucharist and the input sessions.

We had quiet days at LBC (now LST) when I studied there and I was one of those who saw the opportunity of no lectures that day as the perfect chance to read and write. However, this time, with a little encouragement from Kate I ‘did’ quiet day.

Are having long periods of time with nothing to do but sit and think in a prayerful attitude a luxury? Is it a bigger luxury when the subjects of thinking are not work or church or even people related – just selfishly following my own thoughts? Is it one of those ‘important’ things to do that always gets crowded out by the ‘urgent’?

I find it is one of those things that when it happens it so great you think that you must do it more often … and you never do. Giving God the chance to raise the issues he wants to in you life rather than always attending to the things you think should be top of the list.
The phrase that stuck me the most during the input sessions was from some wise monk whose name I did not catch – ‘Nothing comes up but healing.’ Allowing God the space to entering your thinking with out being crowded by your agenda can only lead to healing. Certainly that was my experience.

 

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