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Dispelling darkness with Light

Candle on the table of darkness

My friend Gill Henwood sent me a thought to ponder over. It was about how the light of God’s love wraps itself around both the dark places of our world and also the darkness which afflicts most of us from time to time. This is what she wrote:

Secular leadership techniques and management may have led the churches astray from the pastoral care and self-emptying service of the gospels’ witness to Jesus. The presence of God’s Spirit may have been squeezed out by our institutions – yet is still searching our hearts and calling people to God’s Love given in Jesus.
I wonder if the world’s  gathering darkness will be a time of deep testing and eventually renewal – when through hardships we remember God is Love and turn from our human preoccupations with power and competition…
Just a thought, but maybe a recognition that in the darkness Gods light burns clearly, bringing hope, calling us to love and filling us with the Spirit’s power in our human frailty.

After reading what Gill had written, I was in conversation  with  another friend, Sister Rosemary SLG . She suggested that when we find difficulty sensing the presence of God because we are in a dark place, that is when, often, God is nearer to us than ever.

This reminded  me that, hopefully, this applies to the dark situations in our world at present. It may not be easy to see God’s love at work in the darkness of Ukraine, or Yemen, Afghanistan, the Holy Land and so many other places but it is a truth to which we should cling. That can be hard to do.
I don’t doubt God’s existence but in the face of all the demonic wickedness in our world , it is easy to feel  a sense of  futility; of  powerlessness, darkness, emptiness.
And it hurts because I love God and I am loved by God but I also wonder whether God is letting us  down somehow.

Where is God in all this?

It’s a question to which I have found an answer from an unusual source but which is, for me, very  helpful.
It comes in a book by Elie Wiesel.
Many know of him and of his story. He managed to survive Auschwitz but not without the marks of the trauma remaining with him all his life. He wrote a book which he named Night. A clear reference to both the outer and inner darkness which the Nazi’s created in everyone held captive by them, not least the Jews, Gays and Gypsies.

In his book, Elie Wiesel told of a day when some prisoners had tried to escape. Though they were recaptured, reprisals took place. A group of men and a boy about Elie’s age, were strung up on Cross-like gallows. All the camp were forced to watch as the men died before them. And the boy? He was too light for the rope to end his agony and he hung there a long time.
The question was murmured around the camp – Where is God? Where is God?

Where was God as this dreadful agony unfolded before them?

Elie Weisel, just a boy himself, then  pointed at the child. He said movingly, Where is God? He is there, hanging on the Cross with that boy!

It was a deep and insightful answer. For Christians it has a profound meaning and Elie was a Jew. Francois Mauriac, the French novelist, wrote in his introduction that when Elie came to him with his manuscript, he wanted to draw out the similarity between the child and the young Jew who, as a demonstration and sign of the love of God, died on a cross. But all he could do was to embrace Elie, weeping.
As we try to come to some kind of meaning about all the things that are afflicting our world, it isn’t always easy to see much hope. However, the story Elie  Weisel told  contains  a truth which I want to hold on to. God’s love  will never leave us and is embedded in our souls as we struggle, either personally or globally.

Where is God?

He is in each one of us. He suffers with us and yet he also transforms  that suffering with costly, self-sacrificial love.

The Lord will light my candle so
That it shall shine full bright;
The Lord for me shall also turn
My darkness into light

[Mr G]

Durham 1985

Miners’ Band & Banner leaving Durham Cathedral today.
image copyright Friends of Durham Miners’ Gala

Durham 1985

(Inspired by the end of the Miners’ strike leading to  the closure of mines in the North East)

They marched proudly,
those broken men who broke the coal
that fuelled the Nation.
The bowels of the earth
are silent now as are
the spirits within.
Yet, entering their Cathedral
they filled that ancient space
with music.
Even in brokenness they transcended
actions of Powers
who would have preferred them to be silent.

… and Bishop Jenkins wept.

[Mr G]

(the miners’ strike lasted from 1984-5. At the end the Government got its way and closed a lot of pits, throwing over 25,000 out of work. Many communities suffered and bear the scars still. For his love, care and support Bishop David Jenkins was called, the Miners’ Bishop’. During his sermon at the Gala Service, he broke down in tears for his beloved mining communities and for those who were desperate with need)
Today (July 9th) the Miner’s Gala, normally an annual event, has returned to Durham, after Covid. 5 new Banners (a feature of the Gala) were dedicated and blessed by the present Bishop of Durham, during the service in the Cathedral.

Thank you for making me, “me”

Photo by Joyce Smith

Some of you may remember that I wrote about my friend Joyce’s death a short while ago.
She featured regularly on this blog with her photo-tweets.
Today (Thursday July 7th) is the day of Joyce Smith’s funeral.
For all her friends it will be a sad and, perhaps, painful day.
For Joyce’s Christian friends that sadness will be mixed with joy.

Joyce had a remarkable, profound and yet simple, faith.
She knew God and she knew the truth of God’s message in Isaiah,chapter 43 verse 1.
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.

Her vocation was embedded in that text or, rather, it was written in the depths of her heart.
Hers was a vocation lived out in the service of others. Her love for those to whom she ministered was rooted in her call to love and be loved in the name and love of Jesus.

Those who knew her felt enriched but also, as were many who, though they did not know her personally, came to know her through her photo-tweets, and the message that accompanied them. They were a regular feature of this Blog and I miss them. But I still have most of the 70+ Tweets and the Psalm reflections that preceded them during the first lockdown. So I will post some of them occasionally because they are too good to lose.

The photo I have chosen sums up Joyce and how I feel about her.
Oddly I don’t think I published it on my Blog before but maybe that’s because its moment is now.

Her note which came with the photo said this:
This little coot chick does not aspire to be a cygnet, but thanks his Heavenly Father for making him who he is.  In the same way as in the words of the Butterfly song, “Thank you Father, for making me, ‘me’ “

The song, as many will know, is much loved by children and so it appealed to the child in Joyce. Probably it would be enhanced by some of her collection of puppets!
She was truly a child – a child of God!

Part of her legacy to children is a booklet she wrote, “A very special donkey”. It is illustrated by the children of Hillhouse School, Ninefields. At an accessible level it takes us along the Palm Sunday journey from the donkey’s point of view and how it discovered who Jesus truly is, along the way.
It’s beautifully told and maybe I’ll get permission to print it next Holy Week.

Back to the song; here it is in full.

THE BUTTERFLY SONG ***
Words and Music  © Brian M. Howard

If I were a butterfly
I’d thank you Lord for giving me wings
If I were a robin in a tree
I’d thank you Lord that I could sing
If I were a fish in the sea
I’d wiggle my tail and I’d giggle with glee
But I just thank you Father for making me, me

Chorus

For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child
And I just thank you Father for making me, me

The Chorus sums Joyce up. Like the little Coot in the photo she didn’t aspire to be anything but who she is, one loved by God as his child.
I am sure I am not alone in adding my own thanks to God for making Joyce, Joyce !  She is so special and I look forward to seeing her again in heaven.

May she rest in peace
And Rise in glory.

[Mr G]

*** The Butterfly Song (If I Were a Butterfly), is loved and sung around the world.  You can  purchase Brian Howard’s CD, If I Were a Butterfly, that includes this special song and many others by visiting The Butterfly Song Store  – GOD BLESS YOU and have fun singing! – and think of Joyce as you do!

Those we find it difficult to love

Magpies in the garden. Photo by Lynn Hurry

At the end of the Eucharist at our church, our Vicar, Lynn (a.k.a photographer Lynn as above!) prays a blessing which includes the wish that God’s blessing may “be upon you, those you love and on those you find difficult to love.”

When I received her photo of two magpies, a mother and her young, I remembered that not everyone loves magpies. Many members of the farming community are amongst those who not only find it difficult to love them, they actually wage war on them. Others, less violently, dislike the way Magpies treat other birds; how they steal food and how they generally act as bullies.

So the photo from Lynn, showing a mother magpie and her young (clearly demanding food) seems at odds with the views many hold.
Yet there is a tenderness which is endearing.
Maybe it’s the vulnerability which appeals to the mothering instinct in some of us. Or maybe we are reminded of the way Creation is being destroyed and we are moved by the increasing importance of protecting all of God’s created things. Even aggressive magpies!

Before we get carried away with thinking that Magpies are aggressive creatures who don’t deserve our protection, we might turn the spotlight round.
After all, whatever aggression we see in the Animal world, we humans can beat them. Arguably, we are the most aggressive, exploitative and self-centred species on God’s earth – yet many claim that we reflect God’s image!
I don’t suppose that it’s a view you find easy to keep if you happen to be a Ukrainian facing the force of Putin’s army – those we find not, those we find difficult to love, but rather, absolutely impossible’

Yet there is a way in which we can move on from the hatred which destroys into a better, if difficult , place.
Today, I read about the trial of the men convicted of killing 130 people, in a terrorist attack in Paris nearly 7 years ago.
As the trial ends, it brings a difficult future for the family of Nick Alexander, the only British victim.

His sister Zoe, says that she refuses to hate the terrorists.
Each day for 10 months she has been listening to the evidence of what happened in Paris on the night of November 13th, 2015 – the night that her brother Nick was shot dead.
Zoe knew that it was important to be in the same room as her younger brother’s killers (14 of the 20 of them).
She was struck by how similar in age they were to Nick, who was 35 when he died.
She feels the futility and enormity of the tragedy.

Giving evidence, Zoe was determined they would learn they had not won. She would never subscribe to the legacy the terrorists wanted to leave, of hate and intolerance.
“We are not at war with you” she told them, “you’re at war with yourselves. I hope you can honestly look inside your heart and say it was worth it.”

The trial didn’t give her closure, “We will never close the door on what happened to Nick because it’s part of our family story.”
Speaking of the terrorists, Zoe said: “I can’t forgive them yet; that would be to condone what they had done, but we have to moved forwards without hate.”
Zoe believes that the only way we can learn from the attackers is to make sure we never join them. You can’t neutralize poison with more poison. If we don’t learn anything from this, it has been a huge and tragic waste.
The family, are now setting up a Nick Alexander Music Trust – to help disadvantaged community groups to come together through music. Zoe says, “Nick’s killers wanted to leave us with fear and hatred and darkness, and we have turned it round.”

Maybe Zoe’s amazing testimony will teach us that, difficult and impossible it can sometimes be, we might find it in our heart to ask for God’s blessing on those we find it difficult to love and in making that a prayer we might find we can take halting steps in the right direction.

Meanwhile may our outreach in love stretch towards little magpies! Vulnerable creation needs that love very much.

[Mr G]