Author: mrgsponderings

Sing the joy of summer

My dear friend Lynn has been out in the Latton Vicarage Garden with her camera.
She sent me this photo of a newly born baby blue tit.

Next door they are having a baby. It may even have arrived. I heard baby noises earlier. That may, however, be the newly born twins who live in the flat at the end of the garden. It certainly isn’t the baby due soon at the end of the row. We are looking forward to welcoming into our little neighbourhood as we nurture them with our prayers, just as we do for the baby blue tit.

Whatever, it’s about new life, bursting forth in the life of plants and trees animals and birds.
The animal kingdom is at its most joyous and the birds are trying out their summer symphony.
There is a feeling that, despite the vortex of darkness in our world, there are signs of hope, of light, of a new joy coming alive on the earth.

Lynn sums it up in the choice of Psalm verse from Psalm 84.

My heart sings for joy to the living God.
Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself, 
where she may rear her young at your altar,

my king and my God. 
Happy are those who live in your house, ever singing your praise. 

Psalm 84

You may well know this little ditty by Elizabeth Cheney
Said the robin to the sparrow,          
‘I should really like to know,
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so.’      

     
Said the sparrow to the robin,
‘Friend I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me.
 

As you look at the birds around you and hear them, I hope you might let them remind you how much your heavenly Father cares for you and will provide for you. It is a good thing indeed to hear the symphony of the birds. God is conducting their voices. He wants to add ours to the orchestra of nature which plays the music of God’s presence. Of this we are a part.
We are invited to sing for joy, ever singing his praise.

Thank you Lynn for sharing this with us.
[Mr G]

Thrice Holy

TRISAGION (a posh word on Trinity Sunday and yo be used anywhere)

Sometimes, as people are often quick to remind me, a lot of hymns contain obscure or archaic phrases that keep us guessing about the meaning. For years I sang the hymn for the feast of St. Michael, ’Stars of the morning’, which contains the word ‘Trisagion’, without fully knowing its meaning. The New English Hymnal helpfully explains that this word means ‘a hymn to the Thrice-Holy God’ and is therefore a praise of God the Holy Trinity.

Holy God,
Holy and strong,
Holy and immortal,
have mercy upon us. “
(or, for personal use – ‘me’)

It is one of the most ancient and well-used of Christian prayers, ranking alongside the famous Jesus Prayer in popularity. The spirituality of countless Christians has been formed by using simple, short and effective prayers like this one. The Trisagion is used prominently in Eastern Orthodox churches but is also becoming more popular again. In the Church of England it is the prayer which ends the Litany.

It is a good prayer of personal devotion because it centres us on God who creates, redeems and sustains us. These three actions can be attributed to the three facets of God as Father (Creator); Son (Redeemer) and Holy Spirit (Sustainer/Enlivener). Thus by praying this short but profound prayer we are taken to the very heart of God’s actions in our lives. As we think over the wonderful things God has done for us, and goes on doing, we can realise his immense care and love for us. We can also marvel that God who is Almighty actually bothers about us. Like Isaiah, in Chapter 6, we behold God’s glory. (The Trisagion draws its inspiration from verse 3—”Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.)

 When faced with the Majesty and Glory of God, Isaiah was reminded that he was a ‘man of unclean lips’.  Like Him, before God, we are imperfect and in need of God’s forgiveness and mercy. So the Trisagion ends with a plea for mercy—like the Kyrie and the Jesus prayer. In claiming God’s mercy and forgiveness upon our lives we are also seeking his protection. Faith teaches us that God never withholds his mercy and love from those who seek him.

Finally, of course, the prayer is about God’s grandeur. Whilst God is always accessible to us, He is also greater than anything we can conceive. To be reminded of this is very important for us. It puts us in our place!

But we must also remember that our real place is secure – in God’s heart.

[Mr G]

Barnabas the Encourager

EncouragementA story.

Edith joined a house group I was leading one Lent.  The course was about prayer and in one session we were encouraged to pray aloud for people and things that concerned us.  We were given a week’s notice and just before we were due to meet again, Edith sent for me.  She told me that she would have to miss the next session.  She had an anxious and slightly guilty look so I probed a bit deeper.  She was scared of praying aloud because she had nothing to pray about. “You see, I’m not very spiritual.”

I think what she meant was that she wasn’t very pious.  She thought that people had to put on a very posh or sugary voice when they prayed aloud in church, believing that you have to speak to the Almighty in a certain way.  Edith was too down to earth for that.  So I asked her how her daughter was.  She was going through a horrendous divorce.  Edith told me all her anxieties and how she hoped God would strengthen her and be with her and the children and so on and so on.  At the end I said to her, ‘say “Amen”‘.  She asked me what I meant.
‘Well,’ I told her, ‘you’ve just been praying about your daughter for ten minutes so you might as well say “Amen”.’
Edith was no fool and she got it right away.  ‘I have, haven’t I?’

‘Now come to the group and do it there in a safe environment amongst your friends.’
And that is exactly what she did and everyone present promised to pray for her daughter.  I saw a life lit up with new joy.

Edith didn’t join the rota for the intercessions but she told me that she joined in the prayers much more and found that she was growing closer to God as a result. She also encouraged  others to pray more and aloud! She became a real ‘encourager’.

In  the church family, she had her own special place.  She made all the linen and vestments for the worship. She was an amazing seamstress and everything she made was for the enhancement of the service of God. She told me that since she had spoken in the group, she now prayed every single stitch. It connected what she did to God. ‘It’s important to give God the best,’ she said.  ‘After all, look what he’s given to us in Jesus.  He’s given us so much love and grace.  We must give our all to God!’

Of course, as she reminded me, she wasn’t spiritual!! 
Yet she gave her all to God and that day when she prayed aloud in that Lent group, she gave a bit more.  And it made her happier than ever.

I noticed that she encouraged others more and, on St Barnabas’ day I reflect on how important  it is that we encourage each other. Barnabas  was born Joseph but he earned the nickname, Barnabas’ which means ‘encourager’. He encouraged the infant church by selling his land and giving all he had. He encouraged  Mark who was then encouraged to write the first Gospel account. He encourages us not least to encourage others! When we  are an encouragement to others we help them to  grow and become the person God has created and loves totally. To each of us God gives  gifts but sometimes they get a bit hidden. People need a little help, sometimes.

Barnabas understood that and so did Edie.

[Mr.G.]

Spiritual sparks flew

photo copyright to Gabriel Pollard

Pentecost (Spiritual sparks flew)

They heard it, 
a distant rumble like thunder clearing throat
for some announcement,
an important cosmic moment perhaps?

Sky storm-dark, twists and spirals,
trembles as clouds are seared open,
rent asunder.
Thunder claps gleefully.

Wind blowing, strength growing, 
Growling, rushing towards its destiny.
It comes.

She comes,
To stir up lives.
Celestial expectancy
melds with devoted self-offering.

They gather.
They wait.

A sudden, violent cacophony of sound,
Wrenching, twisting, gyring.

Then heaven opened its treasures,
tongues of fire, cascading down.
Dervish flame, whirling ecstatically through the sky.
Descending, anointing,
love flowing into lives gathered for meaning.
Commissioned. Sent out.
Spirit filled joy-givers proclaim Jesus, bright God.

And so, spiritual sparks flew. *

[Mr. G. 6.6.2022]

*this phrase was suggested to me by an article I once read by Bishop Richard Harris.