Month: July 2022

Do not seek great things for yourself

Statue of St James, A’Coruna, Northern Spain. The start of the ‘English Way’ to Compostella.
photo. Mr G.

Reflection for St James’ Day. 2Do you seek great things for yourself”

July 25th is the day the Church celebrates the Apostle who gave up his life for his Lord – in an act of what we call Martyrdom- and as the first Apostle to do this. I speak of St. James, the brother of John, son of Zebedee.

I have a soft spot for Saint James for very personal reasons. The Church were my Christian faith was nurtured was dedicated to him, as was the country Church in Lancashire where I served for 10 years.
In 2015 I was able to achieve a life-long desire which was to walk the special pilgrim way leading to the Shrine of St. James at Compostella in North West Spain. It’s called walking the Camino and there are various routes starting in many centres in Europe and beyond. Our Group walked the English Way, starting at A’Coruna. It is a very special Pilgrimage.

As with all Pilgrimages, it is a journey with a Holy purpose.
We go on Pilgrimage to Holy Places and they become a focus for our journey, but the real focus and the real journey is not outwards but inwards.
It is a journey to the centre of our being where we are told by we find the Kingdom of God within. It is a journey which enlightens and, hopefully, enlivens the soul.

It was a wonderful experience which included the building up of a special fellowship with those with whom I walked. I also took with me in my heart all the significant people who had made possible another journey in my life. This journey was both of faith and of devotion.

When I turned the corner of a hill at the entrance of the town of Santiago de Compostella (St James of Compostella)  I was overwhelmed by the knowledge of all those who, in varied ways, had watched over me, encouraged and prayed for me. Entering the vast Cathedral I gave thanks. I also felt a sense of debt to the Saint who had also watched over my journey and to whom the Cathedral was dedicated.

Of course, he never visited Compostella physically but, in the hearts of all involved in the great Pilgrimage throughout the ages, he certainly visits it spiritually. As a result of the devotion and piety, the love and the tears and the joy and the prayers, of the pilgrims, and the knowledge of the presence of God there, it is truly an amazingly spiritual place.

Also, oddly, it provides something for which St. James, together with his brother John and his mother desired and asked Jesus for – greatness! Had St James been given the opportunity to follow his brother John into exile on the island of Patmos, he might have been invited to be a guest of Desert Island Discs.
He would have been given a copy of the Bible and the collected works of Shakespeare.
One would expect he knew something about the Sacred Scriptures but Shakespeare would be unknown.
If, in a casual browse, he reached the play, Twelfth Night, he might have read: “But be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

As a humble fisherman plying his trade in a secluded sea he could not have claimed a birthright that was remotely great. To achieve greatness he would have needed more time than was allowed him for his life.  His Apostleship was foreshortened by Herod’s sword. Any lasting impact he might have had on shaping the infant Church was therefore denied him. Yet, as the first apostle to be martyred it could be said of him that greatness was thrust upon him. It was the greatness which comes through the ultimate act of self-giving – of giving one’s life for Christ.
And alongside that he has received the greatness of being the patron of a major centre of Christian Pilgrimage.

The request for greatness was an audacious request , yet Jesus treated it seriously and even gently.
His reply is partly a response to them and partly a prophecy about his own suffering. Asked if they can drink the cup he must drink – that of suffering and death – they readily answer ‘We can’. And indeed they did. James was killed by the sword and John was sent into exile on the island of Patmos – without the collected works of Mr Shakespeare!

The feast of St. James therefore gives us an opportunity for reflection.
What does it mean to be great?

In Chapter 45 of Jeremiah are the words:
“Do you seek great things for yourself? Do not seek them”

In their original context, the words were spoken by Jeremiah to Baruch, his Scribe and trusted companion. They were spoken at a time when both of them were up against it because Jeremiah’s prophesies were not finding favour with a rather brutal King of Israel – Jehoakim. In fact, they were both on the run and had to go into hiding. Baruch was rather concerned for his own safety and Jeremiah more or less told him to stop being so pre-occupied. (I imagine Jeremiah saying, ‘stop being a wimp!’)  Prophets can usually see more about a situation than meets the eye and Jeremiah also saw into Baruch’s heart. He wasn’t just concerned about his own safety. Baruch was also a bit ambitious and one of the reasons he was frightened of falling foul of the king was that it might spoil his chances for greatness. So Jeremiah told him to stop seeking great things for himself. After all King Jehoiakim’s days were numbered. No good looking for preferment there. Only service to and love of God would do.

At this point, of course, we must turn the spotlight away from James and onto ourselves for the lesson about seeking greatness in service applies to us all.
Like James and Baruch, we may be far too pre-occupied with ourselves. Maybe ambition, status, wanting our own way, self-centredness get in the way, but there is a way forward
We should constantly be seeking a different kind of greatness and it must be one that we paint with the brush of humility.

It is through our humble care, concern, and love for others, expressed through service to them (which, of course, is also service to God) which will move us all in the right direction – and in a partnership of service which has only the status of following a Lord who had no interest in the structures of religion but only in the condition of the human heart and through loving service to us all draws us into His Father’s Kingdom.
Icome among you, said Jesus as one who serves.  I came not to be served but to serve and to give up my life as a ransom for many.
Let’s not forget precisely who said that.

This was the voice of God!

And it’s a pretty stupendous thing when you think about it.
God Almighty, Glorious, Omnipotent, Majestic and every superlative you can think of – made Himself our servant.
So,Jesus turned the wish for greatness by St James on its head and showed him that only humble service will do. It is a lesson that all of us needs reminding of.
I know of someone who might help us here.

Archbishop Michael Ramsey cared nothing for status nor for greatness. In his role as, first, Bishop of Durham and then Archbishop of York and then Canterbury, he held three senior posts in the Church of England. He was a ‘dignitary’ – indeed, he was a ‘Prince of the Church’.  He was a man who could be called ‘great’.
But it wasn’t his status in the Church that made him great.
He was flawed and he made mistakes.
But he was great because he was humble. He thought of others before himself. In his dealings with people he had a deep love and concern for their well-being and in his daily praying he held them up in his heart to God.

It was his  deep love of God that made him a very special person. He had greatness thrust upon him in one sense but in his heart he was already great because from the very centre of his being he had a love of God – and he showed it.

On the threshold of the feast of St. James I offer him as an example of what it means to be truly Great – that in a spiritual martyrdom where we are called to die to self we are being called to live humbly for God and in His service.

That is what Michael Ramsey did. That is ultimately what St. James did.
May we do the same.

[Mr G]

God of our pilgrimage,
you have led us to the living water:
refresh and sustain us
as we go forward on our journey,
in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Praying for Ukraine’s future

Sunflower field in Lviv, Ukraine. Image credit, Getty

Ukraine sunflowers
According to an entry in the 1993 Encyclopedia of Ukraine, Spaniards brought sunflowers from the New World to Europe in the early 17th century. The flowers were subsequently introduced in Ukraine in the mid-18th century and it was adopted as the National Flower. It has also been adopted throughout the world as a symbol of the love, support and prayer for the people of Ukraine. The Sunflower’s brightness and joy is a heartfelt expression of hope for the children of Ukraine.

Increasingly more and more children are suffering, becoming injured, dying or made orphans. As usual it is the innocent who pay such a great price for what human beings do to each other. They are the victims of demonic activity in our world and they need or love and support the most. They are God’s sunflowers and the hope for God’s future. President Zelensky not only recognizes this but also, that it is they for whom the nation of Ukraine must fight and must care for. This is his recent posting.

Below that is a prayer inspired by the children of Linton URC Church England.

Loving God,
We see the pictures on the news, we hear the stories in the playground;
What’s happening in the Ukraine is scary and we don’t know what to think or do.
We know it’s happening in other places too, places like the Yemen, Afghanistan, Palestine.
So much fighting, so much bullying and injustice, so much to understand.
But you are with your children, no matter where they are, so we know we can talk to you.
Be with the people of Ukraine and everywhere where there’s fighting.
Be with the babies, the children, the young people when they are afraid or anxious.
Give strength to the people who love them and help them.
Give courage to those who stand up to oppression and speak out for peace.
Touch the hearts of those who are threatening others and teach them a better way to be.
Jesus taught us that your way is the way of love and of peace.
Help us to trust in your way, and to do our bit to act in your way wherever we can,
Loving others and being peacemakers in our own small corner of the world.

Amen

The Mothering heart of God

MARY MAGDALENE’S DAWN

The mothering heart of God
beats in the silent dawn,
a pregnant pause
amongst the shadows of expectancy.

She comes,
hesitant, afraid,
yet full of love.
She, who embalmed his body with her hair,
fragrancing him with the perfume of her dreams,
now awaits the final touch,
the grief-insistent moment
– final parting.

Not to be.
Tomb empty.
Solitary gardener
watering the sun-streaked sky.

For her
Confusion,
Perplexity,
Heartbeat of pain
pounding,
drowning out the heart of God.
Almost.

‘Mary!’
Heart stopping but she hears.
‘Rabbouni’

The beating heart of God,
Reaching, embracing,
Enfolding her own heart.
Mothering
Bringing new life to birth.

Mr. G

Stitched together by God

Here is a response, from my friend Gill Henwood, to the recent posts on darkness and light.
The photo above relates to the reflection below.
There are many ways we can express  the insights of Scripture, and using crafts like needlework or quilting are two such powerful ways. So often the study of God’s word to us are expressed in a cerebral way, yet, throughout the ages reflection on Scripture is often expressed though art, music, sculpture, crafts, to name but a few. Gill offers an insight about this.

Gill’s reflection.

I recently was part of an online workshop ‘Sutura Dei’, led by Miriam Jessie Fisher from New Zealand. Miriam shares her stories of women in the Bible and the inspiration they are to us in 2022. Her work is presented through stitching including quilts and poetry. After reflection on the hiddenness, exile and journeys of Eve and Hagar (in Genesis) expressed in beautiful quilting, we were invited to use stitching ourselves.

I had found an old curtain – a Laura Ashley fabric c 1985 – and cut off a piece, and some rather worn lining from the back. I only had three thread colours: black (which became my wanderings), white (God’s presence), and cream (the Spirit blowing where it wills).

Out of my first messy black dark wilderness wandering stitches in exile, I found God had been there, when I threaded the white –  through all the twists and turns, and, through knots in the cotton at points he had held me safe. 
The lining scrap was my grubby self, still connected but loosely – discarded litter but almost a kite, ready to fly… I found myself threading the cream and black into the needle together. The loose chain stitches linked my journey with the Spirit’s. I left the needle in because the story and the journey are yet to unfold….

I realised at the end of the quiet stitching time that the fabric was an underlying paradise garden that had been there all the time. I glimpse hints of paradise often out in the fells of the Lake District and in gardens. These glimpses are  gifts when the Spirit stirs, bringing light into my darknesses. 

Yes, I’m the rough lining, utilitarian and dull, but glorious paradise is intimately near, and we are stitched together through hiddenness, exiles and journeys.

May God be present with us in darkness still, till light dawns and paradise is glimpsed anew….

Gill xx