Lift up your hearts!

These ‘foxtail lilies’ have been photographed by my friend Gill Henwood in her Lakeland garden.
I have chosen them to illustrate a reflection, by my friend Julia Sheffield, which arose from a conversation we had
after morning Eucharist recently.
The majestic flowers, soaring up to the sky in splendid, silent beauty point us, like a prayer, towards God.

Sursum Corda! 

“Lift up your hearts! We lift them to the Lord!”

So begins, with this response, the great prayer of thanksgiving central to the Eucharist.

Have you ever noticed what happens when you ‘lift your heart to the Lord’?

Notice the change of energy. Attention! Look here! Do this! LIFT your hearts! 

It’s an imperative, not ‘if you please, would you mind’.

No matter where the preceding service of the word has led you or left you, these words gather everyone’s attention, and we focus together as one towards the central act of remembering and re-enactment of the Last Supper. It’s important we are all there, to witness it, and to give thanks.

And why the heart? Why not our heads or our hands? In the Hebrew scriptures the heart represents more than just an organ to pump the circulation, or the seat of eros, romantic love. The heart, in the Bible, is considered the home of the inner life, and everything that makes us human, our spirits, our character, our emotions and our will. The heart represents the whole person. So, the command to lift our hearts is a call to bring our whole selves into the presence of God – we lift ourselves to the Lord.

Lifting our hearts is not just a good intention, but an actual physical act. There is a real power in the gesture of altering our posture as we say the words, and this can be done whether we are standing, sitting or kneeling. Think where in the body the heart is placed, about halfway between the armpit and the navel on the left side of the centre of the chest. In order to lift the heart, you need to lift the head and shoulders, straighten the spine, and open out the chest. And then what happens? The lungs expand and you cannot help but draw air into your body. What a wonderful wordless prayer that is, bringing our focus on the Lord, and responding physically with a movement that draws in afresh the very breath of life.

Lift up your hearts!
We lift them to the Lord

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God
It is right to give Him thanks and praise!

​Revd Julia Sheffield

Photo : Revd Gill Henwood

Remember the little Fox Cubs!

A few weeks ago we posted a blog about the little fox cubs at Latton Vicarage, being cared for by Vicar Lynn.

Well they are a lot bigger now and beginning to prepare themselves for adulthood with all the risks involved in moving out into the bigger world. For now they are enjoying life cared for by Mamma x 2 and Papa (also 2 of them we think).
Of course, they are all cared for by Lynn and we know that our Heavenly Father cares for foxes and Humans
Lynn has even taught them to do creative writing which is why we have the piece below. Enjoy!

Keep your face to the sun

These little cygnets are enjoying the warmth of the sun which mirrors the warmth of the love of their Heavenly Father.

Another Tweet from my friend, Joyce Smith.

When I was studying Theology at University, my Old Testament Professor gave an illustrated lecture on excavations at Ai a Canaanite town destroyed by the Israelites under Joshua’s leadership. (Book of Joshua Chapters7 & 8).
It’s funny what makes you remember things but the final slide (it was a long time ago!) was of the entire site after the excavations had finished and most of it was in dark shadow. Innocent students that we were and not wishing to embarass him, we asked the Professor what this ‘shadow’ meant. He sighed deeply, ‘that’s my wife’ she got in the way of the camera!’

Photographers know that an otherwise excellent photograph can be ruined by someone who gets in the way of the camera. The ‘subject’ is plunged into shadow. It’s like an eclipse of the sun.

So Helen Keller in her quotation offers good advice. The two cygnets are lit by the sun with only a tinge of shadow behind them. Their faces are, as Joyce says, are enjoying the full warmth of the sun. She draws the parallel that this is a mirror of the warmth of our Heavenly Father poured out on all of us.

This is therefore not about photography, beautiful though the image is.

At one level it is a word of encouragement. Look towards the Son, towardsGod, and shadow and darkness in your life disappears.
This will often take a bit of work on our part at times.
During the various lockdowns or hesitancy of decision-making, some have to work very hard to deal with murkiness of depression, hopeless and anxiety. Hope is sometimes difficult to grasp. We can so easily slide into a sense of helplessness.

In such circumstances, pondering on Helen Keller’s words and looking at the cygnets reflecting light can be an encouragement.
Whenever we are ‘down’ and floundering this image and verse ask us to think of Light and how it is presented in the Gospel. Contrasting dark and light in John’s Gospel, for example, is a big theme which shines light in the overcoming of darkness by and in Jesus who is presented as pure Light.

It may be, however, that we are so overshadowed by darkness in our lives that religion isn’t hitting the spot right now.
So why not try this:

Move away from the negatives in your life and think of the ‘good’ times.
look around your home at the familiar, much loved, things and think of what is behind them – given by whom, bought for some reason, reminders of people who were good to you.?
Play your favourite music, uplifting and sometimes saddening. It was a persecuted priest, Gonville ffrench-Beytagh who said that whenever depression overtook him, he played music which took him deeper into his darkness because only so could he rise up out of it. You are not often helped by well-meaning friends telling you to snap out of it or get over it! (or even worse, as someone once told me, don’t be so self absorbed)

Another use of music at such times is to sing! I like to do this (for the sake of others, in the shower). I may not know all the words but I can hum the tune. It has an amazing effect of lifting the soul.
The beauty of Nature never fails, especially at this time of year, though every season has its artistic template.
A walk in the countryside or around a garden can bring new Light to your life. (Wander round, sipping a cup of tea or coffee)
Even if it isn’t possible to do that, your mind has been taking photos of favourite places and events which are joyful all your life. Click the button of your imagination and sit quietly enjoying the view!

There are so many simple ways to push the shadows behind you and let the sun in.
Those who can turn to Jesus and become focussed on him will learn something really important: He will deal with the shadows so that you can get on with bathing in the Light.

[Mr. G. With thanks to Joyce, as ever, for the Inspiration]

Artin – the long short journey

Artin Iran Nezhad
Photo from The Guardian | Bruno Libbrecht/Allemaal Mensen/via Reuters

For Artin
a prose poem

Born in poverty
but to much love,
your country did not want you.
Kurds not welcome’ was the sign
in the window of your life.

Your family took the long, nomadic way
travelled by millions in the Indo-European migration,
that highway of common humanity.
All you sought was a home where life could blossom
and safety enfold.

So you came to Calais –
gateway to promise, rarely fulfilled.
Fifteen short months of life prepared you so little
for what was destined to be the end of life’s journey.

Rasul and Shiva, lovers, dreamers,
protectors of your life, hoped against hope
led on by dark promises, empty blackened hearts,
quick fixes taking all they had.
A terrible night of boiling sea led the flimsy coracle
into violent water.  Ahead,
a country that would not welcome you.
Would not want to know you
or see your humanity crying out to theirs.
It never had the chance to reject you, though it would have
– the country where new tanks that do not work come
before people.

In that sea you clung to life,
remembering perhaps your joy in the camp when,
befriended by one who cared, you played and splashed
in the water fountain.  Water which lightened your life.
Now no longer fun –
the instrument of death.

No one cared.  None mourned.  Those who loved you
poured out their dreams, their hopes, and visions
into the icy destructive sea.
You were not found as they were.

Till now –  
washed up in another country that did not know you.
Yet one where they cared enough to return you to what was left
of your people. 
They saw in that waterlogged body you, Artin,
for what you have always been.   A child.
A child of God.

You are ‘home now’.
 All that your parents wished and longed for you
is yours and much, much more.
A bigger, more generous, more loving family
hold you now.
Your short, long journey is over.

In God, in Allah, in Jesus Christ you are watched over
as you play and laugh.

And we, who did not know you?
Humanity, no longer living in common love?

We are diminished.

Geoffrey Connor
9 June 2021

Artin Iran Nezhad, a 15 month old Kurdish Iranian refugee drowned with his parents Rasul and Shiva and Anita and Amin, his sister and brother when the smuggler’s boat they were crossing the English Channel in capsized on 27 October 2020.  His body washed up in Norway on 1 January 2021, but it took the Norwegian authorities 5 months to identify him. 
This is for him and for all refugees wandering the world simply seeking safety and a chance in life.

Photo | The Guardian

Lord, we place before you Artin’s story:
a story of dashed hopes and lives cut short.
We pray for him and for his family
and for those who mourn them.

And we hold up to you those seeking refuge throughout the world.
People fleeing danger, oppression and a denial of their humanity.
People looking for safety and freedom for their families.
People treated as less than human, trafficked, swindled.

Help us to recognise our shared humanity,
our shared desires for refuge, home and opportunities.

And help those in authority with power to make a change
to have the vision and generosity of spirit
to stop this needless waste of life.

In Jesus’ name we pray.
Amen.