Monday, March 31, 2014

Dem bones, dem bones...


The readings for this upcoming Sunday reflect the theme of resurrection. We'll be looking at two of them in our worship service; Ezekial 37:1-10 (the prophets vision of a valley of dry bones) and Jesus raising Lazarus from the tomb  - John 11:1-45. Both readings anticipate the coming of Easter Sunday, and provide a welcome reflection on 'life' before we reach Holy Week and reflect on 'Hosannas turning to shouts of Crucify', betrayals around a supper table, denials, torture, crucifixion and death. Ouch!

At the start of the Ezekial reading the prophet tells us  'He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “Sovereign Lord, You alone know.' This question about the possibility of life returning to what seemed to be over and done with has a striking relevance for those of us who are involved in the life of traditional denominations.  We know our glory days are in the past.We witness churches closing, congregations struggling to maintain their life and society becoming increasingly secular.

It is tempting in the light of decline to play the blame game.  Bad communication. Shallow values. Clergy infidelity. Irrelevant Institutionalism. We can seek for scapegoats if we so desire. Yet the larger question is one about spirituality. There are many, many folk who are actively pursuing their own spiritual journeys without reference to the particular path taken by traditional denominations. 

Surely finding points of intersection with folk on their own spiritual paths is one of the most important reasons for the churches existence? Not to maintain its own traditions and impose it's will on vast segments of humanity, but to offer a helping hand to all seeking a way through the crazy challenges life throws at us. 

Ezekial's perspective offers hope to people within and without the church. It talks about questions faced by all. 'Will my life thrive? Will everything be OK? Where does our future lie? Can something good come out of the dry bones of our existence?' Ezekial's initial observation?  “Sovereign Lord, You alone know". 

There is a hymn by William Floyd containing the lines, "My times are in Thy hand;  whatever they may be;  pleasing or painful, dark or bright, as best may seem to Thee."  This attitude of quiet resignation, far from being defeatist, actually seems to be at the core of authentic faith. We don't know what the future holds, but we can trust that there will be one... and God will be a part of it, no matter what.

Of course we hope that the dry bones will take flesh and live. But in the church calendar we have not yet reached Easter. And, as stated earlier, there are terrible things to face before the Easter dawn arrives. The theme seems to be that although there are days when life stinks, carry on in the with the hope that things will get better!

At least that's how it turned out for Ezekial.... as this wonderful blast from the past, courtesy off the Delta Rhythm Boys, reminds us. 'Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones... now hear the word of the Lord!'

Monday, March 24, 2014

500 + 500 miles

This coming weekend we celebrate our churches Scottish heritage with a Tartan Sunday service. There will
be bagpipes, liturgy from the Church of Scotland and a smattering of tartan wearers scattered throughout the congregation.


The origins of Tartan Sunday go back deep into British history. In the final confrontation of the 1745 'Jacobite Rising' the English defeated the Scottish at the Battle of Culloden. In a misguided attempt to break the Scottish spirit an 'Act of Proscription' was passed that outlawed the wearing of kilts or any other tartan garment representing Scottish heritage. It also forbade any speaking in Gaelic, outlawed Scottish music, Scottish dancing, and the playing of the bagpipes.

The Scottish people protested. On a given Sunday every year they would secretly carry or wear a piece of their tartan as they went to Church, or 'Kirk' as they called it. The minister would slip in a blessing as a defiant way of honoring the clans and their tartans. Tartan Sundays had an extremely subversive theme.

The 'Kirkin’ o’ the Tartans' service was  revived during World War II by Rev. Peter Marshall, who was originally from southwest Scotland and at one time pastor of the New York Avenue Presbyterian Church in Washington, D.C. In 1947 he served as Chaplain of the U.S. Senate. Partly as an effort to encourage Scottish-Americans to sign up to fight on behalf of Great Britain, he recreated a 'Kirkin’ o’ the Tartans' ceremony. Again, the aim was one of protest, rather than a celebration of heritage.

Our Lenten reading (from John4:5-26) focuses on a man born of blindness, whom is healed by Jesus. This leads him (and his family) into a confrontation with the religious authorities, who want nothing to do with the radical message that Jesus proclaimed.  It's an amusing passage as the 'wee' man confounds the know-it-all religious experts with his simple explanation about what Jesus had done for him. At the end of the passage the man again meets up with Jesus and expresses his faith in the Kingdom Jesus represents.

All this talk of Scotland and making proclamations made me think of a band I was fortunate to see perform many moons ago at the Greenbelt Arts festival in England ... 'The Proclaimers'. Their most well known song is the classic 'I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)' with it's chorus 'I would walk five hundred miles,And I would walk five hundred more, Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles, To fall down at your door"

It's a song about love and commitment and raises the question for those seeking to live a life of faith... just how far are we prepared to go when conflicts arise or opposition comes our way? Jesus spoke about walking the extra mile... the Proclaimers talk about walking an extra 500 + 500 more miles!

And just in case you are wondering about the lines 'And if I haver, hey, I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you', 'To Haver' means to 'babble on, endlessly, about nothing'; something we preachers have often made into an art-form. But we are glad you stick with us, and if any of you are in the Baldwin area this Sunday March 30th, and want to blow your cobwebs into kingdom come, our piper, the very wonderful Jerry Dixon (pictured up above) will be happy to assist.

In the meantime... here's the Proclaimers live in Edinburgh on You-Tube and the lyrics for your own personal karaoke moment.

 I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by 'The Proclaimers'


When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door


When I'm working, yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (When I come home), oh, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door


Da lat da (Da lat da)...

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming, well, I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (When I go out), well, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (When I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door


Da lat da (Da lat da)....

And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Monday, March 17, 2014

Well lady...


I don't like to think of myself as prejudiced but realize that I fool nobody but myself.  I make value judgments based on outward appearance.  I make assumptions about people based on very limited data.  I often don't know enough about an individuals true circumstances to judge if  they are acting in a reasonable or unreasonable way.

People whose language I can't understand, whose gestures are not those I'm used to, who are coming from within a culture I have little or no experience of, can frighten me.  I prefer dealing with what I know, rather than with the unknown.

I've been in situations where others have projected distrust towards myself. I'm white. I'm male. I'm a Presbyterian (USA) minister. I'm middle aged. I'm middle class. There's a whole lot of presumptions you can make about white, middle aged, middle class PC(USA) clergymen. Likewise I'm of British origin, speak English, work in the USA, and live on Long Island near New York City.  Not sure what image that would create in anybody, but there it is!

Our Bible passage for this upcoming Sunday (John 4:5-26) is about an encounter that Jesus (a Jew) had with a Samaritan lady at a watering hole one sunny afternoon. Jews and Samaritans weren't meant to get along. Rabbi's were not suppose to take time out in the heat of the afternoon to chat with ladies of uncertain marital status (like this particular lady).  When the disciples of Jesus return from their shopping trip they are horrified to see their respected teacher speaking with somebody they had a lot of prejudices against.

The conversation Jesus has with the lady is a ground breaker. It witnesses to how the nature of true religion is not one of exclusion but inclusion and welcome. Though inconsistencies in the ladies lifestyle are acknowledged, there is no hint of judgment. Differing and incompatible religious traditions are acknowledged, whilst Jesus points out that it wasn't the tradition that should be held as paramount... rather that true spiritual values came from worshiping the 'Father in Spirit and Truth' (verse 23).

Seems like that is a good place to work on our prejudices. By opening our lives up to the influence of the Spirit who created us all equally, male and female, in God's image. Simple really. We are all God's children. We are united by our common humanity. All the labels, barriers, misunderstandings and walls we erect between us look foolish in the light of God's love and the grace that Jesus demonstrated during His ministry towards all people. Unconditional, unmerited, unprejudiced love.

Thought I'd share a song I wrote a few summers ago for Trinity Youth Conference when I was leading some discussions on 'Cliques and Stereotypes'. It's an attempt to express my personal desire that I can overcome my own prejudicial attitudes through surrendering my biased opinions to the higher perspective offered to us through the teaching of Jesus. (Words are below)


Waving a White Flag

Seems like everyone these days
Wants you to wear a label
They want you to fit their expectations
Before you can sit at their table
Well I never cared much for slogans and buttons
I've never been one for causes
There's just to many colours in the rainbow
To minimize your choices

I don't want to wave a red flag
I don't want to wave one that's blue
The only flag i want to wave
Is one of surrender Lord to You
I won't be waving my Union jack
Or any other flag of red, white and blue
I'm waving a white flag Lord
I surrender to You.

Where do you stand on this issue?
Tell me or I won't be your friend
Are you for or against, are you sitting on the fence
Is this the beginning or the end?
We need to know your views, don't leave us confused
Come and lay your cards on the table
I say, ' I am what I am, I will be, what I will be,
I will not wear your label."

I don't want to wave a red flag
I don't want to wave one that's blue
The only flag i want to wave
Is one of surrender Lord to You
I won't be waving my Union jack
Or any other flag of red, white and blue
I'm waving a white flag Lord
I surrender to You.

I was going to write a verse here
To present my oh so balanced view
But to be completely honest
I'm just as messed up as you
So there's not a verse here,
I'm just playing a tune...
(Draw your own conclusions)

Monday, March 10, 2014

Rebirth




I'm planning for our Sermon for the Second Sunday of Lent to be based on John 3:1-17. These verses include Jesus saying to a seeker named Nicodemus: "Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again." (John 3:3 N.I.V.)

The phrase 'born again' has taken on a lot of baggage over the years and been used in a divisive way. I remember chatting with a lady in a Christian Bookshop in a Welsh seaside town and explaining how I was a Presbyterian minister and was looking for a particular theological book. She looked me up and down and said, "Never mind that you think you are some sort of minister, are you born again?"

I had no idea how the question related to the volume I was trying to find, and realized that the what the lady really wanted to know was if I identified with her particular brand of evangelical Christianity... which stressed the importance of being able to testify to having had a conversion experience. If I didn't then it was pretty clear the conversation was over. I would need to be properly saved!

When you look at the phrase 'born again' in Greek it is ambiguous. This partly accounts for the confusion on the part of Nicodemus. It can literally be applied to childbirth, but has a secondary meaning of being 'born from above'. Jesus appears to be using it in the latter sense, but Nicodemus in the former.

"How can someone be born when they are old?" Nicodemus asked. "Surely they cannot enter a second time into their mother's womb to be born!" (John 3:4 NIV) Later in verse 8 Jesus explains to Nicodemus that He's speaking of 'being born in the Spirit'

Rebirth is a necessary component of genuine spiritual experience. How we reach such a place in our own pilgrimage is not so easy to define. For some folk there are definite milestones. For others it's just a daily process they have felt involved in throughout their whole lives.

To myself one of the genuine marks of a person being spiritually transformed is their sense of joy. If they are brandishing religious phrases around like weapons that discriminate and separate, then I'm left wondering what kind of spirit is driving them. One from above? One that is about re-creation and renewal and rebirth? Or are they operating from a different agenda. This also seems to be a tension within the account of Jesus talking with Nicodemus.

The late and great singer Billy Preston has a wonderful little gospel song called 'Born Again' on his little known 1978 vinyl gospel album 'Behold!'  It just oozes joy. Give it a listen :-) Whilst full of theological musing and scriptural verses it defies stuffiness and invites you to get on board. It's stayed in my head over the years to such an extent that whenever anybody uses the phrase 'Born Again' it automatically starts playing in my brain. 

And of course... that causes a smile. Because births... and rebirths... have a habit of doing that! May your spiritual journey be one that causes springs of joy to flow. And... of course... if you are able to join us on Sunday... that would be great. But if not, then maybe become a much blessed blog-follower. Whoever and wherever you are... have a great rebirth!


And.. yes... for you musicaholics ... this is the same Billy Preston who played the awesome keyboard break in the Beatles rooftop performance of 'Get Back'... and had a hit with 'That's the way God planned it' on their Apple label (in the clip playing with Jools Holland). R.I.P Billy.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Gritty Faith

Lent begins. And on Sunday I'm breaking away a little from the usual Lectionary passage and looking at a passage from Romans chapter 10 (verses 8-13) about faith. For Paul, faith is a gritty concept. There is nothing easy or sentimental about it. When you consider his life, and how he changed from being a persecutor to proclaimer of the Christian way, you realize he did nothing by halves. He was an 'all or nothing' kind of guy.

Faith was something that was deeply embedded in his being. It was his heartbeat. He breathed faith. Yet that faith also had concrete expression. It was a faith in certain concepts and understandings of who Jesus was and what Jesus had done for him on the Cross. It was a faith rooted in the current activity of God, expressed through resurrection power and the activity of the Holy Spirit.

It was faith that fermented into actions that expressed the Kingdom of God at work in the world. It drove him to do things and go places and take risks and rise to unimagined challenges. It graced his life with confidence, hope and joy, even in the midst of the darkest outward circumstances.

I came across this video of the hymn “It is well with my soul”... that tells of the life that lies behind words. As with Paul, what is revealed is not wishy-washy faith, but faith as true grit.

Wherever and whoever you are... I would encourage you to make the most of this season for reflection and contemplation. Our lives are driven by our inner principles. The Christian gospel suggests that one of the most powerful of those can be faith.

"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, 
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, 
It is well, it is well, with my soul. "
(Horatio G. Spafford )