Tag: God

Man with a water jar, did you know?

A Man with a Water Jar

Our weekly study group has been looking at the meaning of the Eucharist, in particular at the Last Supper, its spiritual and biblical roots in the Jewish Passover in the Book of Genesis.

As we delved into these links, we read the details in St. Luke’s Gospel, Chapter 22 and about the preparations Jesus had made for the Passover meal. We are told that Jesus sent Peter and John to get the meal ready. In answer to their question as to where they might eat it, Jesus told them : When you have entered the city, a man carrying a jar of water will meet you’ follow him into the house he enters”  and there they were to meet the master of the house who would show them where the meal was to happen.
In our discussion we needed the signal Jesus had given them ~ a man with a water jar.    We never hear of him again but as he was at the right place at the right time we can assume that he was known to Jesus and an arrangement had been made both with him and with the master of the house. Without giving much thought to it we have been in the company of two others with a role in the Gospel story and clearly, friends of Jesus.
We thought of how often this happens in the New Testament; people are encountered who simply appear and disappear, given but a sentence or two, yet were signs of a Gospel friendship that was extended to so many.
As we discussed; Pete, one of our group took the moment further and later he sent me the following poem.

Did you know?

Did you know, O man with the jug,
when you lifted water to your shoulder,
that heaven was in your step,
and the Teacher’s eyes were upon you?
Did you sense the whisper of eternity
in the clay’s cool weight?
Did you feel the river of life
passing through your humble task?

Did you know, O master of the house,
that your upper room would cradle God?
That bread would be broken,
wine poured as covenant and blood?
Did your heart stir as they entered,
those weary men, so calm yet trembling,
while the Lord of all

took the servant’s towel?

Did you know, O silent room,
how still the air would grow,
how words eternal would hang like oil lamps
in your wooden beams?
“This is my body… this is my blood.”
Did the walls remember the sound?
Did they shiver again
when the Spirit came like wind?

Three mysteries in one night:
a man with a jug,
a host with a home,
a room with an open door.
None named, none praised,
yet through them the world was readied
for grace poured out like water,
for bread shared among friends,
for love that would not die.

O Lord,
teach us to be like them:
to carry what is needed,
to open what we have,
to hold what is holy,
and to let it all be Yours.
Amen

[Pete Hellard-Malt]

Festival of Creation

Haybales in Norfolk. Photo by Julia Sheffield

EQUINOX, AUTUMN & HARVEST
a Festival of Creation

Today, September 22nd, the Earth’s axis and its orbit line up so that both halves of the planet get an equal amount of sunshine. From today, in the Northern Hemisphere, the nights will be longer than the days. This is the opposite case in the Southern Hemisphere
The seasons change. We in the Northern Hemisphere enter officially into the season of Autumn whilst in the South, Spring begins. Both seasons are festivals of Creation.God paints his Earth with colour and beauty ~ Gold and Red in the North and Radiant Green in the South.

The season of Autumn is often associated with the gathering in of the Harvest, when the fruits of the earth are garnished and the fields are mown. The poet Keats called this the season of mellow fruitfulness. He was writing at a different time when the festivals of the Countryside marked the stages of the year, each with its own characteristics of Nature. Today, it is less marked and food production is taken for granted. It  is less about the movement of Creation and more about the packing of supermarket shelves! Quite often, in these days of globalization it is hard to take on board the seasons. Blueberries look about the same and are available for much of the year but their point of origin can be from almost anywhere in the world ~ well. Maybe not the Arctic or its southern equivalent!

Equinox, Autumn, Harvest are ‘Earth Festivals’ through which we can be led to celebrate the gift of Creation and the bountiful goodness of God. At a time when all across the globe humanity is hell-bent on self-destruction and with it ,the destruction of the earth, it is good to remind ourselves that God’s provision for our life on earth is all Gift.

Maybe that’s why I like the poem by John Keble, from his anthology of payer poems, The Christian Year, now sung as a hymn, which centres our praying on God, His Creation, His gifts of nature, and His year-long provision for our needs.
Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, is not sung very often these days but it remains my absolutely favourite hymn for this season.

Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead,
 And Thou hast sworn to hear;
 Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed,
 The fresh and fading year.

Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee:
 And still, now spring has on us smiled
 We wait on Thy decree.

The former and the latter rain,
The summer sun and air,
The green ear and the golden grain,
All Thine, are ours by prayer.

Thine too by right and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,
The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace,
The love that shines serene.

So grant the precious things brought forth
By sun and moon below,
That Thee in Thy new heav’n and earth
We never may forgo.

John Keble 1792-1866

[Mr G. 22nd September 2025]

St. Aidan, meeting God in others.

Lindisfarne : The Cross on Cuddy’s Isle .

Piers Northam ponders on the mission of St. Aidan

St Aidan of Lindisfarne, whom the church remembers today, modelled humility. He was active in Northumbria in the 7th Century.  Aidan was of Irish descent and was a monk at the monastery on Iona.  Oswald, who became king of Northumbria in 634, wanted to bring Christianity to his people and the Venerable Bede tells us that he contacted the monastic community on Iona and they sent a bishop called Corman to bring the good news to Oswald’s people.  But Corman didn’t go down well – he was haughty and harsh, and thought the Northumbrians were too stubborn and stupid to be converted.  On his return to Iona, Aidan criticized the way that he had gone about things: “Shouldn’t you have been a little gentler and more patient brother?” Aidan is reported to have asked and, before he knew it, he was being sent off to have a go himself. 

So what was it that differed in Aidan’s approach?  Well, first, he was aware that if he was going to bring a lasting Christian faith to this part of the country he was going to have to have a long-term strategy.  So his first move was to set up his little monastery on the island of Lindisfarne and in it a school that took in local Northumbrian boys.  In doing so, he was valuing the people of Northumbria rather than assuming that they were stupid and stubborn.  He was noticing, valuing and nurturing their potential, because they were to be the very foundation of this local church. 

His next move was to begin to learn the language of the local people so that he could go out into the lanes and farms talking to people and telling them the Gospel stories in a language they could understand.  You have to remember that Aidan would have spoken Old Irish and the Northumbrians Old English – two languages that had no linguistic ties – so this was no mean feat. Thankfully, King Oswald came to his rescue being bilingual. If you think about it, that’s the exact opposite of a colonial approach, where you take your own culture and impose it on another society and culture – again, Aidan saw the value in what was there and approached the task with humility.

In those times, people were in the habit of carrying knives – and not just to cut their meat up – allegiances were fiercely local; foreigners and outsiders generally mistrusted and Aidan, of course, was one such outsider.  Yet Aidan and his followers refused to tuck a knife in their belt – a risky strategy, but a courageous one, for it showed that they were essentially defenceless and meant that they were reliant on people to help them – trusting them to do so.  And, of course, we see the parallels between that and the gospel account of Jesus sending the disciples out in pairs. Whereas Corman, Aidan’s predecessor had ridden around the farms and villages of the area on horseback, gathering people together, preaching to them and then aiming at mass conversions, Aidan’s methods were far more humble: he literally walked thousands of miles, tramping the lanes and pathways, and getting into conversation with those he met.  His was a patient approach: aiming to kindle a curiosity in his listeners so that in time they were drawn into the way of Christ and would ask to be baptised.  His methods did not hinge on mass conversions which had little to back them up, but rather on personal, long-lasting relationships that led to a real desire to learn more about Christ.  He was not talking down to people from the back of a horse, rather, he was encountering them face-to-face – eye-to-eye – on a level: treating them as equals – all valued, beloved and precious to God.

Needless to say, Aidan’s approach found far greater success than Corman’s and Christianity took hold and became deeply rooted in the North East of England.  His humility and the way that he approached and valued people was effective in spreading the Good News of Jesus Christ.

[Extract from a sermon by Piers Northam, preached on St. Aidan’s Day, Sunday 31st August 2025]

On Friendship

Christ our Liberator. artist: John Dugdale

For Anne

My friend Anne died recently and as I prepare myself for her funeral I begin to think about the nature of our Friendship.

We were friends for almost 50 years. There are people who have been your friend for most of your life. These are the precious few who have shaped your life from within. Some seem to have been sent into your life to enliven, brighten and accept you without judgement. Sometimes, of course, they lovingly correct you! These are the friends with whom you share the deep gift of love in a harmony which somehow fulfils what it means to be truly human. There is a one-ness in which delight flourishes and also where honesty and truth play a part which is invaluable and open and kindly meant.
This feels to me to be a gift of God who is, of course the ‘friend’ who reflects all friendship.
It’s as if God shares His DNA in a very special way.
Amongst such friends there is a deepness of spirit through which they share in your very being and indeed, it is their love and friendship which makes that ‘being’ wonderfully unique.
They are not a ‘part’ of your life. They are an ingredient which makes your life complete and fulfilled. They are, in fact, God’s pure gift to you through whom He reveals you as you truly are.

In such a friendship the divine and human spark together and brings to birth the Godly specialness which makes you and your friend truly icons of the Incarnation. They share in that pilgrimage which leads you both closer to the nature of God, who out of sheer love was born in human form and likeness. Jesus, born in our midst, spoke profoundly of the nature of friendship as a sign of God’s care, love, and acceptance and of His desire that our lives become imitations of His. True friendship is when people can look into each other’s eyes and immediately see a reflection of God mirrored  in the soul.

My dear friend, Anne, was and is such a person. I thank God for her love for me and for others who have been changed, loved and accepted by her, in God’s holy Name.

Mr. G.
30th August 2025

Jesus said, “I have called you friends” (John 15:15)