On this page you can find details of this month’s services and transcripts of recent sermons preached by our Minister, Revd Dr Kirsty Thorpe.

Sermon Date

Sunday 8th December 2019
Sunday 1st December 2019
Sunday 17th November 2019
Sunday 10th November 2019
Sunday 3rd November 2019
Sunday 13th October 2019
Sunday 29th September 2019
Sunday 22nd September 2019
Sunday 15th September 2019
Sunday 8th September 2019
Sunday 18th August 2019
Sunday 21st July 2019
Sunday 14th July 2019
Sunday 30th June 2019
Sunday 16th June 2019 – Trinity
Sunday 9th June 2019 – 175th Anniversary Service

Forthcoming Church Services

Sunday 8th December 2019

Isaiah 11: 1-10 and Matthew 3: 1-12

If you can believe the opinion polls the word is that lots of voters in this General Election are still undecided. I wonder if we’ve grown reluctant to tell pollsters what we really think about things – not trusting the voice on the end of the phone any longer, or the person who’s apparently sent you an email, is just one of the signs of undermined trust that’s grown a lot more significant in recent years. We know that information is power, too, and that those who manipulate what we tell them are hard to shout down. By sharing information about where we live, where we bank, or what we think about some major issue, we’re giving someone a tool they may abuse to damage us or to argue a case we don’t agree with. Perhaps it’s understandable that so many people now feel disenchanted about politics in general. Feeling you can’t trust others is not a good experience. It makes you look at the whole of life differently. It takes the shine off even happy moments, undermines our hope and makes us doubt whether what we’ve worked for and invested in matters at all.
There is plenty of lost trust, damaged hope and searching for truth going on in today’s reading from Matthew’s gospel. It’s set at a moment in the history of first century Palestine just before the beginning of Jesus’s adult ministry. We talk about the darkness of night being deepest just before dawn. That’s the experience of many Jewish people at this moment. It’s a time when many people are asking deep questions about God and the future – a similar period of tension to the one we heard about in last week’s passage, which came from just before the end of Jesus’s ministry. Herod, the Jewish ruler who had been on the throne at the time of Jesus’ birth, had died about AD 4. Ten years after that the armies of the Roman Empire had arrived to set up occupation in Palestine, and things have been getting steadily worse for ordinary people ever since. The Romans want to control Judea because it gives them a strategic base in the eastern Mediterranean. Their armies have already crushed most opposition to the north and west of Rome in Europe, including Gaul and Britain, so going beyond Greece into the Middle East has been the next obvious step. You don’t build a big army and then stop using it. Palestine is crawling with Romans and the natives are restless. The struggle against Rome is about resistance to their control over all aspects of people’s lives – taxes, where you live, what buildings are put up, where you’re forced into labour or asked questions as you journey on the roads. Nothing is free from their interference. They are stripping Judea of its wealth and its future, hand over fist, and people are powerless to stop them. But even worse is what your own religious leaders are doing. They may speak your language but the Pharisees and Sadducees are as bad as the Romans if not worse. Shouldn’t they know better? What they doing? They are persecuting their fellow Jewish citizens with their distorted, self-serving version of faith, lording it over others with their smug holiness and keeping the poor down. They are making everyone exhausted with their continual criticism and self-righteousness. Is that really what God wants?
‘Not them again!  I can’t listen to them any longer. I don’t believe a word they say. Turn the sound down. Press delete. Take no notice.’ That’s how we respond when we’ve lost trust and have disengaged from events around us. Suddenly, out of nowhere, another voice comes down the line. It’s a voice that reminds us of words we’d almost forgotten, familiar words from our childhood, words we trusted once and that fill us with energy and a tiny, bright spark of hope. It’s a sound that comes out of the silent emptiness of the wilderness  in central Judea, where nobody goes unless they want to die or find God: “A voice cries in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord; clear a straight path for him.’” Isn’t that what the prophet Isaiah said? He was the one who spoke to God’s people of freedom, of another way of seeing the future, of sharing our faith in such a way that others would come to the one God of all the world and light would overcome the darkness. Crowds come out to hear the message and find a man who looks like Elijah reborn, with a strong message.
John the Baptist’s words hit home for people who have been living with half-truths and lies for too long. People are drawn to his willingness to tell the truth, to say things as he sees them, and not to shy away from confronting the questions in everyone’s hearts which they’re too scared to put on their lips. When he sees Pharisees and Sadducees among the crowds coming to the water’s edge for baptism in the Jordan he calls them out: ‘What are you doing here? What makes you think it’s time to change your lives? Don’t come and get washed clean only to go away again and carry on the same way, oppressing your brothers and sisters.’ John tells it like it is. He is dangerously unafraid. The authorities can’t intimidate him. It’s plain he will not die peacefully in his bed of old age if he carries on taking risks like this.
What is so frightening and attractive about John is his closeness to God. He knows how much God weeps over the mistakes and hypocrisy of his people. He sees how much crookedness and distortion there is in people’s life paths, their words, their intentions and actions. God doesn’t want things to be like this. God wants us to honour truth, to treat one another in the same loving and merciful way that we have been treated by God, and so to bear good fruit for all to see. But we can’t get there without first facing the truth about who we are and what we’ve done to each other. God is also the one who judges. If the world is to change then somewhere, somehow, we have to realise the faults within our own lives and be able to call out the faults of others too. It’s always much easier for us to see who else needs to be judged. We don’t enjoy admitting that we too, stand in need of judgement sometimes. John the Baptist comes to remind us that deliberately fudging the facts, distorting the truth, and telling lies, is wrong. God knows exactly what we think, feel and intend, even if we may pull the wool over the eyes of others at times.
We stand alongside John and pray with him for a new beginning in the light of the damage that has been done to us and the damage we’ve done to others. He leads us down into the waters of the Jordan to be washed clean by him. We know this is deeply symbolic. It’s a reminder of the moment when, after 40 years of wandering and lostness on the way home from Egypt, the Israelites arrived on the edge of the Promised Land and needed to cross the river. We come up again from the waters and we know this moment is the start of the rest of our life. Now we’re ready to hear what God’s new society – God’s kingdom – is going to look like, to see the words of the prophet Isaiah come alive before our very eyes. The story is about to start in a new way. Didn’t somebody say that John has a cousin – Jesus of Nazareth? Perhaps he is the one who’s going to bring the Holy Spirit and fire. This story is only just beginning.

Sunday 1st December 2019

Isaiah 2: 1-5 and Matthew 24: 36-44

This worship space was not far off being full yesterday afternoon and it was tempting to remind people that it would be open this morning too.  We hosted the Churches Together in Wilmslow election hustings for Tatton constituency again, and there was quite a high number of church-related people in the audience, along with active individuals who do a fair bit in the community. What often saddens me about these events – and with one or two exceptions yesterday was no different – is the way we seem to spend so much time speaking about short term issues. Politicians of all shades have problems committing to projects that will bear little fruit until a few years down the line. They want instant fixes – probably because so many of us do, too. The only moment when that tendency was challenged came in the first question, from a young girl, which was about climate change and how the politicians would change the damaging direction of travel towards global warming and destruction of this planet where we live. I came away wondering if we should have had an upper age limit for those asking questions, perhaps of 25 years old, as the quality of the debate for me peaked early and was pretty disappointing from that moment on.
Theologians are comfortable about living in more than one time zone simultaneously. They help us to  understand the need to do more than simply sort out our needs in the here and now.  Perhaps that’s because God is able to operate in multiple time zones – past, present and to come. Today’s reading from Matthew’s gospel, at the start of a new church year, helps us to focus on the challenge of living in the here and now and the future at the same time.  Jesus is teaching in Jerusalem, in the final days of his life before his arrest, and he’s just spoken about the future destruction of the temple. The disciples are now sitting with their teacher and leader, on the mount of Olives, looking over towards the city and they’ve asked Jesus two questions: ‘Tell us, when will this happen? And what will be sign of the your coming and the end of the age?’ His answer is much more about the end times, and the trials they will face for their faith in him, than about the fate of the temple. All of the political, religious, social and climate upheavals he foretells to them will be forerunners for the return of the Son of Man, he says. Nobody can accurately predict and day and time when the Son of Man comes. The important thing the gospel writer wants his first century audience to hear is that they’re not to sit back and do nothing while they wait for Jesus to return. The Messiah has already brought salvation to the world and we must act in the light of that good news, rather than kicking our heels idly, because God has more to do and say sometime in the future. Matthew’s version of this teaching of Jesus has several elements that are not there in the other gospels.  He’s writing 50 years after the death of Jesus for young churches trying to understand what it means that Jesus was alive in God the Father before his birth on earth, that he lived, died and rose again, and that he promised he would come again later in history to fulfil God’s plans.
For one thing, we find Matthew’s Jesus reminding us of the example set by Noah for God’s people. Genesis in the Hebrew scriptures tells us the story of this mythical figure from the earliest days of the Jewish people, who listens to God and prepares for the coming flood by building an ark. All around him are people enjoying life and behaving completely selfishly. When the waters rise rapidly these people drown while Noah, his family, and the animals he’s saved are the only ones to survive. The message is clear: ‘Noah survived by listening to God, doing what he was told and being faithful. We must do the same.’ The second coming will mean judgement and separation, as Matthew’s Jesus makes clear with this vivid picture of pairs of figures, in the field or at the grinding stone in the mill, where one is taken and the other left. ‘Stay awake’, is the clear message, for only by being vigilant will you know when the end times are upon you. However prepared you may feel for what the future holds, God the Father will surprise you, says Jesus. You cannot know when things are going to happen.
Matthew’s gospel alone then goes on to show Jesus telling four parables about waiting and faithfulness. There’s a faithful servant who gets on with his work while his master is away, unlike others around him. There are ten bridesmaids who bring enough oil for their lamps so they can go into the feast with the bridegroom when he arrives, while ten others run out of oil and are shut out. There’s two faithful slaves who are given five and two bags of gold by their master and invest them well, while another panics and buries his one bag in the ground, Finally Jesus tells a parable about judgement in which the way we have treated others in times of distress – the hungry, thirsty, homeless, naked and imprisoned – is seen to be the way we treat Jesus himself. The gospel writer wants us to be fully involved in the needs of those around us, not distant and unengaged, interested only in our own salvation. We are not to make waiting for a future return of the Son of Man an excuse for failing to witness to and encourage any signs of God’s rule of peace with justice, in the here and now. We are to live in more than one time zone at the same time – the ‘already’ and the ‘not yet’ of God – which are able to happen alongside each other.
These past few days the executive of the World Council of Churches has been meeting. Its general secretary Revd. Dr Olav Fykse Tveit talked about the threats faced by the whole world at this moment. He said: “The Christmas message is for everybody and about everybody. We trust in and are entrusted with God’s care for justice, peace, and our future – particularly the future of our children – and grandchildren—for all who come after us. We are in an urgent, critical situation in the world. The environment and future conditions for human life and all living organisms are threatened.” He also said the world is also facing another threat, from growing racism: “I want to emphasize here that the problem of racism is growing quickly in many, if not all, parts of the world.” Tveit also expressed concern about the way in which religion is increasingly abused to legitimize conflict and violence. “We have to deal with this in mutual accountability to one another for how our traditions and holy texts bring wisdom and hope, but also have been used to motivate conflicts and oppression. We are all worried that there is a significant increase in hate-speech against religious groups, violence and several terrorist attacks on sanctuaries and people praying there.”
The meeting issued seven public statements on global issues, some of which hardly got a look in at all at yesterday’s local hustings, but are worthy of our attention.  Firstly it celebrated the 30th anniversary of the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child which only one country – the United States – has so far failed to ratify. Then it addressed the climate crisis, pointing out the way children, young people and ordinary citizens have demonstrated about this: “The time for debate and disputation of established scientific facts is long over. We will all be held to account for our inaction and our disastrous stewardship of this precious and unique planet.” A third statement calls for end to conflict in Syria, and raised prayers for peace after more than eight tragic years of death, destruction and displacement. “In this context of fresh violence and upheaval, along with other communities in the area, Christian communities are also suffering.”
Another statement expressed deep concern over turmoil in Latin America where Brazil, Chile, Bolivia, Ecuador, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru and Argentina have all experienced mass protests and political crises shaking their governments, economies and societies, in some cases resulting in violent clashes and deaths.
A fifth statement says that statelessness must be eradicated so that people will no longer live in a situation of legal limbo. “Children constitute over a third of the global stateless population, and in the countries with the 20 largest stateless populations, approximately 70,000 stateless children are born each year. Risks of statelessness are often increased in the context of forced displacement and migration.”
Another statement expressed deep regret over the USA’s stance on West Bank settlements, reaffirming the WCC’s opposition to the establishment and expansion of Israeli settlements in Palestinian territory occupied since 1967.“The Executive Committee deeply regrets the announcement on 18 November that in the opinion of the United States government the ‘establishment of Israeli civilian settlements in the West Bank is not per se inconsistent with international law.’ This announcement reverses longstanding US government policy, and has put the US at direct odds with the vast weight of international legal opinion and with the long-established policy of the international community through the United Nations,” the WCC statement reads. Deeper instability in the Holy Land, I would add, is a danger for us all.
Finally the WCC executive expressed grave concern about the ethical implications of automated weapons systems – drones and the like. “Such weapons, if developed to be fully autonomous, would make decisions on who lives and who dies. All meaningful real-time human control would be eliminated, and likewise the direct legal, ethical and moral responsibility and accountability for such decision-making.”
I wonder where all to this leaves us here and now, as the General Election looms.  We must hope and pray that whoever forms the next government will recognise the longer-term needs of our nation and our world rather than going for short term gain. We can keep living our lives as followers of Jesus with an eye on the more than the next five minutes for us and those we like. We need to invest in the future and lay solid foundations for what we’re doing in the here now.  At the same time we need to be light enough of foot, mind and spirit to respond to challenges that come up out of nowhere. Then we’ll be able, together to follow faithfully God’s guidance, even when it surprises and challenges us.

Sunday 17th November 2019

Luke 21: 5-19 and 2 Thessalonians 3: 6-13

It’s a tried and trusted leadership approach. You tell the team the worst that can happen and when you’ve listed all the threats in front of them you then tell them that together they can overcome all of this. By looking disaster in the face you build up the strength and confidence to believe that you can prevail. You convince others that despite all the challenges you’re facing there is a way out, disaster isn’t inevitable and life as we know it isn’t about to stop. The rock band REM had a song which captured how it feels to hold steady in the face of collapse – ‘It’s the end of the world as we know it – and I feel fine.’ It’s been described as a stream of consciousness rant – a long list of all the things going wrong around us which the singer expresses and then dismisses because, despite everything, it’s going to be alright. Earthquakes, hurricane, falling ladders, a tower, government for hire, conflict, a tournament of lies – it’s all there in the song. It can be good for us to get everything out of our hearts and heads, to share our anxieties and fears, even though the experience of all those words and feelings crashing out of us may be overwhelming without the right support on hand to help.
There’s shades of this sort of event in today’s gospel reading. Jesus is speaking in Jerusalem within the temple, a building which has been a major presence in Luke’s writing so far. The temple is there at the start of the story, when Zechariah the priest is chosen to enter the Holy of Holies in the temple in Luke chapter one. It’s in that special place, which only one chosen person can enter once a year on the Day of Atonement, that he hears amazing news from God. After all their years of longing for a child without having one, he and his wife Elizabeth are to have a son and they must call him John. Once John’s cousin, Jesus, has been born his parents Joseph and Mary bring him to the temple forty days after his birth to complete the Jewish ritual following childbirth for a mother. It’s in the temple that they meet Simeon and Anna, two prayerful and wise elders who see in this small child God’s hand at work to change the world. It’s in the temple that the twelve year old Jesus stays when his parents, their family and friends have been to Jerusalem for Passover. When the others leave Jesus is still deep in conversation with the teachers in the temple, listening and answering questions. When his desperate parents come back and find him there he asks them in genuine surprise: ‘Did you not know that I was bound to be in my Father’s house?’
The temple is a big player in the final weeks of Jesus’ life, as Luke’s gospel describe these days. Once he and his followers have entered the city of Jerusalem in procession, surrounding by singing disciples, he goes straight to the temple to drive out the traders whose activities are destroying its holiness. He’s been teaching there each day since coming to stay near Jerusalem, watched and questioned aggressively by scribes and chief priests, close to arrest at many points. It’s in the temple that he’s pushed things to the limits by confronting the grandstanding generosity of the super-rich with the real sacrificial giving of a poor widow who puts all she has in the treasury coffers. Now, suddenly, in today’s reading we hear a very different message from Jesus. It may sound as though it’s directed very clearly at his followers, rather than the whole crowd, and it is. These are words of encouragement for those in the early Church who are hearing the story of Jesus through the newly written gospel of Luke. That puts the date at least AD 80, if not later into the second century, which means all these early Christians already know that the temple no longer exists. Following the siege of Jerusalem in AD 70 the Roman armies destroyed the Second Temple totally, crushing a four year long Jewish rebellion in the process, though it would take three more years for the uprising to end. The only surviving part of the Second Temple today is the wall in old Jerusalem, sometimes called the Wailing Wall, part of the great earthworks of the mound on which the temple was built. So if you’re hearing this passage from Luke’s gospel for the first time as a new follower of Jesus you already know that the temple, for all its apparent strength and solidity in the time of Jesus, only had a few more years to go before it would be razed to the ground.
As a late first century Christian, you are also going to know first-hand what it means to experience persecution for your faith. You will hear Jesus’s call to be aware of the world, and of events around you as a very direct word of warning. It hits home because you know that if you don’t keep up with events, and find out where new threats are coming from, you are going to be at even greater personal risk. You will know of people in your house church who have been arrested and put on trial – martyred even – for saying the simple words ‘Jesus is Lord’ and denying the self-declared divinity of the Roman Emperor.  You will be aware that you are running risks for yourself and your whole household by having Christian scrolls hidden in your home, talking too openly about your baptism or letting it be known that your home is a place to go and worship on the day after the sabbath. You will need strength and courage to promote the Kingdom of God Jesus spoke about by having people of all races and classes in your worshipping community – even slaves. You will be bucking the trend by having rich and poor alongside each other in worship and caring for the neediest first.
What risks and threats do we face as church in the 21st century? This week Martin and I went to part of a Christian conference for church leaders in the North West and heard from a number of inspiring and challenging speakers. One, Neil Cole, calls himself an Organic Church planter and talked about four rising tides in our world with significant implications for the Church. The first is population growth. There are now 8 billion people in the world and the rate of population growth is not slowing down. In Acts chapter 1, just before his Ascension and the gift of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, Jesus gives his disciples what is often called the Great Commission: ‘ You will receive power then the Holy Spirit comes upon you; and you will bear witness for me in Jerusalem, and throughout all Judea and Samaria, and even in the farthest corners of the earth.’ The speaker challenged us about the outdated way churches do ministry. We just think about adding a few more people to our number and think that’s good. Instead of pressing the add button, he said, we should be pressing the multiply one.
Then he talked about the rapid growth in technology of the past few years. There has been, he said, a tsunami of invention – so much so that the output of information produced in our world doubles every two years. Technology has changed the way we communicate – like it or not – and we’re becoming dependent on it. He told a story about getting to the airport and finding he had left his mobile phone at home. The ingenuity and energy he put into making sure a family member could bring it to him in time so he didn’t fly off without this was telling for many of us in the audience, even those of us who don’t think we’re hooked on our devices. He also reminded us that in today’s surveillance age we’re also giving away information about ourselves every time we use a mobile device. This can be used against us if the Church is seen as a threat in future.
His third challenge was the rising economic gap in our world. Since 2009 the number of billionaires has doubled. In the United States the so called middle classes no longer outnumber the rest and the poorest group have less spending power than before. Power is shifting to a few wealthy individuals who have not been voted into public office.
The fourth rising tide he pinpointed – the only one we can actually do anything about as followers of Jesus – is the growing polarisation of world views. He challenged us as Christians to recognise the damage we all we do when we receive information as pure fact but don’t engage our empathy for others as we do so. This means we may fall into the habit of calling each other names, so unwittingly helping to deepen the divisions opening up within communities at all levels.  The future he talked of is one where the churches are decentralised, local, intimate, life giving and ready to respond to events moment by moment. Ten years plans won’t work now – better to prepare people to seize each opportunity to advance the Kingdom of God. Make disciples not churches is his message. Focus on that – not on one building, one hour a week, and one professional pastor. I came away stirred up and challenged. I haven’t got my head around all the implications of what I heard yet but I think I can recognise strong echoes of the gospel we’ve heard today. Whatever the truth may be let’s ask God to bless us as we continue to explore what it means to follow him here and now.

Sunday 10th November 2019

Job 19: 23-27a and Matthew 5: 1-11

Yesterday our church halls played host to an exhibition about the First World War, put on by the Cheshire Villages Great War Society. More than 120 people came through between 10 o’clock and 5 o’clock, some staying for hours, so fascinated were they. You could read the stories of local men, explore medical equipment and medicines from the time, examine shell cases, look through photographs from the army careers of some who fought in the Great War or find out about the service careers of long dead relatives with help from the society’s skilled researchers. Some of you may already be feeling rather uneasy as I describe this. Sometimes I wonder if our current fascination with the history of modern warfare is unhealthy.  It can occasionally slip into something close to glorification of war, as if we feel more comfortable talking about the self-sacrifice and heroism of those who’ve gone before us than we do facing the challenges before us here and now.  I felt reassured by a conversation, yesterday, with a retired ex-serviceman who played a major role in organising the event. He described the number of personal stories of Cheshire men who died he’s now researched and put into print. ‘They’re all different,’ he said, ‘and they all make you realise what a terrible waste war is.’ His honesty was unmistakeable. He’s right. We must remember not as a way of losing ourselves the past or escaping the present. We remember because God, who we trust, has given each one of us the gift of life and wants us to learn from our mistakes. God invites humanity to find a way to live in peace with one another – a peace that will last because it’s based on justice and truth. The way to peace is never easy, as scripture shows.
The story of Job in the Old Testament is a case study in faith and misery.  Job is not a historical character – he’s more of a composite figure, a role model for the faithful. Job is the epitome of how to face the onslaughts of life while holding onto your relationship with God. Job starts off with everything at the start of the book – sons, daughters, sheep, camels, oxen and down at the bottom of the list slaves too. ‘Thus Job was the greatest man in all the East.’ As a result of a heavenly wager between God and Satan, Job is subjected to terrible losses and pain to see if his faith will crash. Everything is taken from him – his children, his animals, his wealth, his health even – to put him to the test. The main part of the book is a series of grand speeches between Job and three friends, during which Job plumbs the depths of despair. He voices his grief at having become such a public object of failure in the eyes of the world. Today’s reading comes from the moment when, miraculously, he talks himself round to a moment of seeing things in a different light. It’s the point when a small shaft of sunlight enters his universe and reminds him that things could improve, by God’s grace. Despite all he’s said, all the negative thoughts he’s voiced, he still has a sense that God is with him. ‘But I know that my vindicator lives and that he will rise last to speak in court’. It’s the moment Handel immortalises in his oratorio ‘The Messiah’. There is the great soprano solo in part three, ‘I know that my Redeemer liveth’, using words from Job and from the apostle Paul.
The question is, who is Job’s ‘vindicator’, the word sometimes translated as redeemer? In Hebrew the word means the next of kin, a close relative such as a brother who has certain family duties required of him, usually because someone else has died. This person would be expected to marry his brother’s childless widow to carry on the family line, or to avenge the death of someone who had been killed, or to buy property to keep it in the family if a relative could no longer afford to own it. The Hebrew Scriptures, especially in Isaiah and the Psalms, sometimes use this word ‘vindicator’ or ‘redeemer’ to refer to God too, who is understood to offer help when all human attempts have collapsed. Christians have read back into the Hebrew texts a hope of the redeemer to come whom we call Jesus, God’s son. Whatever your understanding, there is a great feeling of hope and uplift to be gained from Job’s words. The sense that, despite every loss and hardship, our cause will be spoken for and our side of things put before the world is a much-needed source of hope for everyone suffering oppression and misery. It’s powerful too, to hear this ancient text speaking of the impact of words which are written down or inscribed for all to see. The comfort and strength which can come from seeing something or someone named publicly, memorialised, is one of the recurring themes of Remembrance Sunday for thousands of relatives and descendants of those who have given their lives in war. Reading a list of names in a memorial book, or seeing a vast wall of names like the ones at Tyne Cot or the Menin Gate, is overwhelmingly sad. For those mourning an individual relative though, to see their name in stone or ink is a source of great comfort and pride. It gives us a sense that their sacrifice is not forgotten. It prompts us to ask who these people were, what they did which led to their death, and to give thanks for them too. Their role comes to life again when we engage with their story, even though that may bring its own share of pain, regret and loss for us years later. Redemption is possible, even through our pain, if our sacrifice is offered up to God. God’s alchemy can transform our hurt and suffering into the pure light of love if we’re prepared to let him to that.
Matthew’s gospel gives an extended piece of teaching by Jesus which is often called the Sermon on the Mount.  Jesus puts side by side things we think of as opposites – assuring us that when we are in positions that the world sees as weakness and failure we’re actually very close to God’s heart. There can be few less attractive roles in the modern world than that of peace maker. ‘Blessed are the peacemakers; they shall be called God’s children.’ Who are we trying to fool? Peacemakers must take risks with their own safety for they always put themselves in the potential line of fire for those on both sides of a conflict who see them as a good target against whom to rally people to the cause. Peacemakers need both courage and total discretion. They dare not share most of what they say and do. They have to be careful who they share even their inner most thoughts, their hopes and fears, with. If they trust the wrong people their entire efforts can get out and be reported, or misreported, so scuppering everything they’ve been trying to do. They have to be people who are brilliant at reading the innermost thoughts and personalities of those around them – gauging who is going to be an ally, how to build trust between people who around them who have next to nothing in common with each other apart from the years of animosity, hatred and bitterness in the history of the community they represent. Peacemakers have to give up a lot in their own lives to build peace. That’s a theme of Mo Mowlam’s book about her role in the Northern Ireland peace process. Once she became Secretary of State for Northern Ireland in 1997 she had to get used to the constant presence of police and secret branch officers around her the whole time. Her neighbours at home in her constituency of Redcar may have liked having a police officer on hand when they needed one but Mo was not so keen. She and her husband liked to slip out occasionally for a quiet drink of an evening at the local pub but soon stopped after doing this after one occasion on holiday in rural Ireland.  Their protection officers told them off severely and said: ‘If any harm comes to you we will lose our jobs. Please don’t take that risk again’.  She experienced the loss of privacy, of independence that’s required to build a peace process at first hand and she took personal and emotional risks to achieve what she could.
Today, in the Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester, they are now twenty minutes into ‘Twenty Four hours of Peace’. It has been written by writer and director Neil Bartlett. He has interviewed people of all sorts and types in this country and beyond, talking to them about peace making. He has done this against the background of the continued civil war in Yemen where British made bombs are being dropped on innocent civilians. He has done this against the background of the murder of Northern Irish journalist Lyra McKee and against the rising figures of hate crime in this country.  He has found activists and educators, faith leadres, local government officers, housewives and asked them to tell their story. It is a free event. He has given himself the 4 o’clock tomorrow mornings slot because he judges that will be the hardest one to get an audience for. Peacemakers

Sunday 3rd November 2019

Isaiah 51: 1-8 and Luke 6: 20-36

Today’s message could be summed up in two words – topsy turvy. We’re reminding ourselves that the way we see things – the labels we give to events in life whether ‘good’ or ‘bad’, ‘up’ or ‘down’ – are not the ones God uses. In the words of a hymn we sometimes sing, God chooses to turn our world upside down and help us to see things another way round from our usual perspective: ‘O Lord, all the world belongs to you and you are always making all things new. What is wrong you forgive and the new life you give is what’s turning the world upside down.’ It’s a good word to receive in a world where very often things don’t go in the way we want them to. When that happens we can fall into the trap of thinking God’s taken his eyes off us and doesn’t care. On this Sunday, when we are honouring the saints – those faithful who have lived and died and the ones we live among now – we hear Luke’s version of a sermon Jesus preaches about how to get the best out of life.
Matthew’s gospel puts this event on a hilltop, and we call his version the Sermon on the Mount. Luke, though, different as ever sets this on the plain. Jesus has come down the hill to be alongside the crowds who have come to him for healing. This piece of ground in Galilee has filled up with people and the places they’ve come from are so significant that the gospel writer lists them for us – Jerusalem and all Judaea down south and from the coastal region of Tyre and Sidon up north. So the sermon Jesus preaches in Luke chapter 6 is rather like the first century equivalent of a speech at the United Nations now – a declaration made before a very far flung and varied group of people who might never be alongside one another anywhere else. They have little or nothing in common apart from their desire to hear this teacher and healer from Nazareth. But despite the number of people who might be listening to him Jesus isn’t primarily focussed on the crowd of people who he’s been healing and helping. He actually turns his attention towards his disciples, the twelve men he’s chosen to be the new symbolic twelve tribes of a restored Israel. These newly picked close followers are the ones who need to hear what he’s going to say and it’s not what they might be expecting at all.
Jesus starts off with a shocking announcement of the sort that probably makes them wonder what on earth they’ve just signed up for. ‘You are blessed in God’s eyes,’ he says, ‘when you are in need, when you’re hungry, when the tears are running down your cheeks and when you’re being persecuted so badly that you nobody will stand alongside you and your name is mud.’ He doesn’t mean the casual sort of ‘bless you’ sense of being blessed with which we may pat one another on the shoulder in a rather patronising way when someone’s in trouble. He means that we’re actually in the place God wants us to be when we’ve got nothing left in the bank and the bailiffs are waiting to evict us, when we don’t know where our next meal is coming from, when our eyes keep filling up with tears and we can’t stop sobbing. How does Jesus work this out? Because he knows that God is alongside the poor, the needy, the lost the oppressed and the persecuted. The world may have got everything the wrong way round but God is about to establish his rule of righteousness and justice by turning things topsy turvy. The words of the prophet Isaiah promising ‘good news to the poor’ are happening in front of people’s eyes, not just when Jesus preaches in Nazareth synagogue but moment by moment, wherever he goes. Even so, as Jesus knows very well, God’s radical intervention in events is going to produce a backlash from those who lose their places in the process. The gospel writer wants us to hear echoes in this sermon of the great song of praise Mary sings on learning she is going to bear God’s son:  ‘He has shown the might of his arm, he has routed the proud in all their schemes; he has brought down monarchs from their thrones and raised on high the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty.’ (Luke 1: 51-53). God is rolling his sleeves up alright but those who lose out as a result are not going to go away quietly and crawl into a hole, never to be seen again.
Jesus says the poor and needy are in the place God wants them to be. By contrast the rich, the well fed, the pleasure seekers and the popular better wake up and watch out. The word ‘alas’ in the version we’ve heard today is sometimes translated as ‘woe betide you’. We mustn’t make this word out to be too heavy. It’s certainly not Jesus damning people who think they have everything nicely provided for – those who have a good name with the world around them, who are well contented with their life and who seem to have very little to worry about. It’s more as though Jesus is saying ‘Hold on a minute. Watch out. These things don’t solve all your problems. They don’t answer the questions you still have about life or the need for a person’s soul to be at peace with God.’ Jesus is issuing a wake-up call to those who think they’ve got life sorted but, in reality, have missed the point about where real security and safety lie. He’s inviting us all to see God’s presence in our losses, our sadnesses, our emptiness and pain. He’s calling on us to recognise that any temptation to think we’ve got life sorted on our own terms and don’t need God is bound to end in disaster. The reality is the other way around – we owe our very lives to God, each and every moment.
How is the kingdom of God going to break down the power of the world as it is? The disciples, and we, need to keep listening to this sermon as it develops. The world changes as we recognise and honour the new rule of love which God is bringing in through his son Jesus. This is the world within which it’s no longer a life sentence to be hungry, needy, oppressed or grief stricken. We get there by embracing God’s radical path of loving our enemies, doing good to those who hate us, blessing those who curse us and praying for the people who treat us badly. Nothing confuses a person who’s throwing their weight around more than this sort of response. ‘You must be merciful, just as your Father is merciful’, Jesus says. That’s not something we’ll achieve in a day. It takes time to heal, very often. It may only be months or years down the line when we’re able to say of someone who’s hurt us ‘I can forgive them now.’ Sometimes a random event will show us that something or someone which damaged us in the past no longer has the power to drag us down. That’s a moment of freedom, of release, of celebration and joy. Having a long memory for the hurts done to us is not good for our wellbeing and we may need help from others to let things go. We can ask those we trust and who share our faith to pray for us as we learn to release damaging memories and move forward with people who have left their mark on us.
In the light of this being the Sunday when we celebrate all the saints, past and present, we may choose to hear this scripture with our own funeral in mind. We may be able to choose the hymns and the music but we won’t be able to control what people say about us when we’ve died. Will their stories be about generous love or score keeping and debt minding that harms others? Will we be remembered as those who have given in the same generous way we’ve received from God or as people who’ve eked out our love in carefully audited amounts and refused to let go of any emotional or practical debt owed to us?
In honouring God’s love we need to keep on hearing these words of Jesus, calling us back to a love that builds justice for the weakest, can stay steady amid the storms of life and that reflects to others the self-giving, servant love of the God who in Jesus comes among us to serve and calls us to do the same.  None of us is totally saintly but we can each of us show some holiness in our life when we choose to live by these rules of Jesus.

Sunday 13th October 2019

Luke 17: 11-19 and 2 Kings 5: 1-15c

One thing you may notice about this church, as soon as you come into it, is the fact that it’s relatively simple in terms of decoration. There’s some war memorials, a central cross and two banners, as well as the Victorian stained glass and the 20th century coloured glass in the opposite walls. Sometimes, if I’m around in the middle of the week, I feel a need to simply sit and ‘be’ within this space. Occasionally I come in here to let go of emotions about a difficult bit of ministry. Often, I’ll enjoy looking at the hands banner when it’s up. The quilting group put it together, back in 2011, when we supported a local charity for Harvest called ‘Hands for Life’. A retired consultant anaesthetist and his surgeon wife went regularly to India and performed surgery on those whose hands were damaged by leprosy. After a meeting everyone in the congregation was invited to draw around one of their hands. The quilters cut the shapes out in fabric to make this lovely banner of a multi coloured tree with roots and branches, all from our hands.
I decided against showing upsetting photographs of the effects of leprosy earlier in the service but there’s no escaping what a damaging and frightening condition it can still be. It’s linked with poverty, is caused by a bacterial infection and is curable. More than half the people who have it today live in India. Because sufferers lose sensitivity to pain they often end up with damaged fingers and toes after infections. We now know it’s not highly infectious but, in the time of Jesus, the practice of making those with leprosy live separately would have been one way to stop others from getting this unpleasant and disabling disease. The understanding of his day was that serious illness was a punishment for sin in somebody’s life.  That meant someone living with leprosy would have to stop work and move away from their family as well as being shunned spiritually and seen as somebody who must have displeased God.
Luke puts this story about Jesus healing ten lepers out on the northern border land of Samaria with Galilee. It’s not clear whether the village he’s entering is Jewish or Samaritan. Maybe Jesus and his disciples didn’t know either. There are other occasions in this gospel when Jesus and his companions simply go into any place on their route. He doesn’t believe in ‘no go’ areas. It can lead to trouble, especially if Samaritan communities reject the presence of this Jewish teacher and preacher, but Jesus won’t be stopped from interacting with these neighbouring worshippers of the one God, Yahweh. Samaritans and Jews may live separately and worship God on different mountains – Jews in Jerusalem and Samaritans on Mount Gerizim – but Jesus dialogues with whoever will listen. He doesn’t seem put off by the argument that says Samaritans are a lost cause. Nor does he believe, apparently, in taking the long way to Jerusalem from Galilee around Samaria. His disciples and companions on the road probably see things very differently. For them, Samaritans will be outright enemies, a feeling made even worse because centuries back in history Jews and Samaritans had been one nation. Luke’s gospel has more mentions of Samaritans than the gospels of Matthew, Mark or John. It’s also the gospel where Jesus tells a story about a neighbourly good Samaritan who helps out an injured fellow traveller on the road. In the second book written by Luke, the Acts of the Apostles, when the risen Jesus calls on his followers to take the good news out to the world, he says: ‘you will bear witness for me in Jerusalem, and throughout all Judaea and Samaria, and even in the farthest corners of the earth’ (Acts 1.8).  Here is another example of love that’s shown without asking questions or checking first that the person who will benefit deserves help – in that case it’s God being very inclusive and welcoming of someone in need.
There’s a number of things to notice about the way Luke tells this story of Jesus healing a group of lepers. The men stand at a distance, calling to Jesus but not coming close to him, so protecting him and his companions from any risk of infection. They address Jesus by name and describe him as ‘Master’. They ask for his pity – perhaps because they don’t think he’s willing or able to heal them. Maybe they think he’ll give them a blessing or simply ignore them as everyone else probably does. Seeing the men – and in Luke the act of seeing is always very significant in terms of noticing something or someone – Jesus simply tells them to do what you should as a devout Jew. Going to the priest is the equivalent of going to the surgery for tests. Priests were expected to decide whether someone was healed from an illness and so could be allowed back into society again rather than living separately. Do they realise, as they leave, that God is healing them? The fact that they apparently follow instructions so readily suggests to me that they have great respect for Jesus and – maybe – are willing to do whatever he asks in their desperate search for hope and restored life.  It’s on the way to the priest that they discover they are healed. That’s a dilemma.  Do you go on and do as the Jewish law requires and as the rabbi has told you? One of them breaks ranks and comes back to Jesus, praising God and throwing himself down at the ground before the teacher. Jesus comments on the way that this ‘foreigner’, alone, has returned to thank God for his healing. The Samaritan has seen and understood what God is doing. What about the other cured lepers, presumably Jews? Are they scared to come back to Jesus because they know he’s a controversial figure now? We’re meant to feel uncomfortable about this outcome. How is it that someone who we thought was shut out of the party is the one who see most clearly what God’s ridiculously generous and welcoming love is all about? What does it mean that this man, alone, gets the extra benefit of a personal blessing from Jesus: ‘Stand up and go on your way; your faith has cured you.’? Having very little to lose can give you insights which others don’t see as the story of this Samaritan demonstrates.
Is this a story about expressing thanks? On one level it certainly acts as a reminder that we, too, may lose ourselves in religious rituals when our priority should be to rush towards Jesus with the biggest smile possible on our lips and say in the best words we can find how grateful we are for God’s healing love in our lives. Doing that more often would certainly improve our sense of wellbeing and make us a more open and friendly community for others to get involved with. Thanksgiving is not always easy because our losses and needs seem easier to list than our blessings. Developing the ability to dwell in God’s love and celebrate his goodness is life enhancing and positive. It’s attractive to others as well. Yesterday at synod we had bible study on this passage and were asked to share with those around us an example of something in our church for which we wanted to express gratitude. I found it unsurprising but a bit sad that for the person next to me it was good news about money to solve a building problem that topped the list. I felt embarrassed by the number of things I could think of to give thanks for here in the last few months alone. One very simple example was last week when I happened to go into the after school café as the group who stay on for some spiritual discussion was starting. A teenage girl, who I haven’t seen for several months, gave me such a lovely smile. I didn’t have a conversation with her – the smile said it all. I knew she was enjoying the sense of belonging and at homeness the café offers to so many of us, of all ages, throughout each week. I gave thanks for that smile.
Does this a story encourage us to see how often we unconsciously label people either as insiders, deserving of God’s love, or outsiders who don’t have a right to the same things as we do? That was an experience the disciples often found themselves having.  It continued right to the last minutes of Jesus’ life and beyond into his resurrection. If this story reminds us not to be so glib about judging the value and deservedness of others it’s done us a favour.
Is it a story about different levels of healing?  Yes, I think it is. Sometimes we ask a friend ‘how are you feeling’ after an illness and gauge the reply before they even open their mouth. How is their skin looking? How are they standing? How bright are their eyes? Do they seem themselves again, or somehow still diminished and held back by illness? Because this Samaritan is thankful and can’t go to the priest without first returning to Jesus, he receives a special blessing and hears the words ‘your faith has made you well’. As a result of this encounter with the Master he is restored to his true self. The years of isolation and loss caused by his illness are gone in an instant. Any regrets he might have about the past, any sense of past separation from loved ones, the stigma of an infectious disease – all these things are gone. He’s whole again. So he becomes a model for us in response to God’s healing love – he sees what has happened to him, turns back, praises, prostrates himself and then thanks Jesus. I may not be very good any longer at getting up from lying flat on the floor but I can certainly get better at thanking God for his healing love in Jesus, when I encounter its powerful effect.

Sunday 29th September 2019

Luke 16: 19-31 and 1 Timothy 6: 6-19

They’ve been out on the streets in Port au Prince again in the last few days. It hasn’t exactly topped the headlines – there’s been too much else going in the world – but yet again the people of Haiti’s capital have been expressing the frustration and despair of the poorest nation in the western hemisphere. Fuel prices on the Caribbean island are going up, great amounts of aid money have disappeared into the hands of corrupt individuals and prices keep rising. A few days ago a police station was looted for the furniture and the metal roofing. It sounds a rather trivial theft in some ways. If your family gets wet every time it rains, though, and there’s no prospect of ever getting better housing, perhaps it’s no surprise when impoverished people lose hope and decide to start taking things by force. More sinister, an MP opened fire and hit a journalist outside Parliament in Haiti a few days ago. He claimed he was under threat from the press trying to interview him as he walked to his car. I think back to the visit Martin and I paid to Haiti in 2011, about 18 months after the earthquake. They were about to have presidential elections. We were being hosted for lunch at a beautiful hotel in gracious gardens by Christian Aid staff – wealthier places are safer for foreign nationals though this wasn’t exactly comfortable when there was so much need around. One Haitian staff member was pinning his hopes on a new candidate – a popular singer – who he hoped might change things for the better. Our host, a slightly older man, doubted whether any politician could change the ingrained pattern of corruption at the heart of Haitian life. I think time has proved his fears right, and the hope of his younger colleague misplaced.
The poverty we met in Haiti built a sense of tension, restlessness and potential anger on the streets. The parable Jesus tells in today’s reading from Luke’s gospel tells of a poor man who is past caring. He’s given up protesting or hoping for a better life, as he lies, starving and sick at the gate of a rich man. It is a familiar story from Jesus’ day, one that his disciples, questioning pharisees and ordinary people would have known well. You can’t escape the contrasts in this simple tale. To begin with there’s a wealthy man, who dresses in the best cloth there is (purple cloth would be the equivalent of the finest haute couture clothing) and sleeps on the first century equivalent of silk sheets at night. Meanwhile, at his door, lies a poor man on the bare earth whose body is virtually naked. The rich man fills himself with the finest food every day – think of those super rich now who employ the best travelling chefs to supply their every need from fine dining to late night snacks. The poor man at his gate is starving. He doesn’t even have the strength to look for leftovers as his body grows ever weaker. Dogs lick his open wounds and the poor man, now ritually unclean, dies. There is no hint that the rich man, by whose gate he’s lain in agony, has ever even noticed the existence of this poor man.
So far the story is going just as Jesus’s hearers expect it to run but now comes a twist. Instead of the usual ending, with the dead man sending a message to those on earth to change their ways, in the Jesus version there’s no such opportunity. It’s too late. Lazarus – notice, the poor man is now given the dignity of a name, unlike the unnamed rich man who’s never helped him – lies in the place of greatest honour possible for a Jew. He’s in heaven alongside founding father Abraham. Meanwhile the rich man dies and ends up in Hades where for the first time he suddenly recognises the existence of Lazarus. He sends word asking if Lazarus can come and ease his torment or warn others to change their ways. It’s as though the rich man thinks he’s still in charge of events – issuing requests and trying to get the world around him to operate in ways that favour him. Lazarus may be in heaven, in the most elevated company possible, but the rich man continues to operate as a master with servants. Abraham refuses to send Lazarus with either message the rich man wants. Nothing can pass the great gulf which now exists between the two men, he says. In life they were just feet apart from each other every day, as the rich man came and went, but now they’re worlds apart and beyond communicating.
This isn’t just a story about how we use resources, though Luke’s gospel has been giving us many accounts of Jesus telling parables about the right way for rich people to share resources with those in poverty. Jesus isn’t re-telling a familiar yarn in a new version just to get people’s attention either. He’s got an important point to make. He wants people to see that God’s transforming love is not in the world to offer a welcoming hope to outcasts, beggars, forgotten and broken people in the afterlife but it’s making a difference in the here and now. It’s the pharisees’ stubborn refusal to hear this message that is so frustrating and deeply sad in the eyes of Jesus. They’re like a platoon of rich men, marching daily past their needy brothers and sisters. They consume the richest things themselves, they put on the garments of outer holiness and yet they refuse to see the desperate poverty both practical and spiritual which is lying daily in pitiful human form beside their front gate. When Jesus teaches us to pray ‘your kingdom come’ he doesn’t do so in the hope we’ll develop a pleasant vision of a better life when we die. This prayer is a life-changing daily reminder of God’s invitation to receive the hope, light, healing, health and wellbeing offered to all God’s children around us on earth today.
Here are my thoughts on the message this story sends to us today, heard alongside the teaching from the first letter to Timothy that ‘the love of money is the root of all evil’. In my role with South Area Pastoral Committee I see how much the 33 churches in our part of the synod are expected to pay into central funds each year, and how much they have in the bank – current accounts and reserves. It makes for interesting reading. Others may think of us as a rich church – and I agree that we are very blessed in lots of ways – but we’re not sitting on a great pile of savings. That’s something I’m glad of. We’ve made bold decisions and invested our savings and inheritance in risk taking projects and in making our buildings into 21st century friendly community resources – a project we’re not yet finished with. That’s partly because we’re not simply walking past those in need at our gate but noticing who they are and engaging with them. At Harvest Sunday on October 20th we’ll be inviting the uniformed organisations to bring donations of food and toiletries for Rainbow Haven asylum seeker and refugee centre in east Manchester. Through our support of the new youth charity, Source, we’re discovering the hidden needs within the families of some pupils from Wilmslow High School. It’s not easy to acknowledge your family can’t afford things when you’re surrounded by other students for whom the cost of things is not a game changer.
We’re also starting to address issues of social isolation, dementia, mental illness, chronic sickness and loneliness around us through things like Luncheon Club, the undercroft café and midweek reflections. It’s a big claim for a church to describe itself as ‘vibrant’ – almost as much as saying we’re ‘welcoming’ – but I do think we’re on the way to claiming that title. One piece of evidence for this is that the doors of the buildings are rarely closed now in the weekdays.
Alongside these actions locally we help to support work combatting poverty far from home through DEC appeals and collecting for Christian Aid. I know our friend, the senior Christian Aid person in Haiti, will be renewing efforts to stop the relentless drift of poor people from the countryside and small towns to the capital. Martin Luther said you can’t feed every beggar in the world but you can feed the one at your gate. As we do that we show our obedience to the God who calls us to care for those who most need help in his name.

Sunday 22nd September 2019

Luke 16: 1-13 and 1 Timothy 2: 1-7

When I was on my major placement, training to be a minister, I was placed in a pastorate with three small churches on a large housing estate. Every morning, in the smallest of the three congregations, we gathered in a circle at the time in the service when we prayed for others. Whoever was leading the service would ask around the small circle ‘What shall we pray for today?’ After a few months I began to think I could easily predict who would request what sort of prayer concern, and some people always mentioned their nearest and dearest. The person you could rely on to bring us out of ourselves, and remind us of the big world out there, was a woman with learning problems who didn’t always get a lot of respect and praise from those she lived among. But she never let a Sunday morning go past without reminding us of people in the headlines and tragedies in the news, so bringing Jesus into the circle firmly and clearly as she did so. She taught me how easy it is for members of a church to pray only for one another. She showed me how those with greatest needs often have a strong gift for identifying themselves with others who are hurting, even if those people are on the other side of the world and they’ll never meet them face to face.
Today’s reading is from one of the letters in the New Testament written in the first century of the Church. We think it was written by Paul the apostle to his old missionary colleague, Timothy, but there’s no absolute certainty about that. The two letters to Timothy and the one to Titus sound different from the ones we are sure Paul wrote to the churches in Rome, Corinth, Galatia, Ephesus, Philippi and Colossae. They’re not addressed to the congregations but to the ministers. These letters are full of good advice, encouragement and help as to how a pastor is to look after their flock.
The first piece of wisdom the letter writer shares is that Timothy’s congregation must pray for everyone. It’s sad when Christians get so inward looking that our prayers don’t reach out into the community at all but are simply a familiar list of those from the fellowship who are in need of help. Sometimes, we get too wrapped up with our own concerns and feel so threatened by what’s going on around us in the big wide world, that we’d rather pretend it isn’t happening at all. Another of the churches in that pastorate where I was on placement was right in the middle of the main shopping area of the housing estate, near the bus stop. It had good, new premises but, for a whole variety of reasons I’ve never fully understood, the congregation wasn’t sure of itself or of God. Not long after I left there was a murder outside the church, on the pavement a few yards away, and the whole estate went into shock. The church might have found the grace to be a focus for bringing people together, and perhaps even opening its doors in the daytime for prayer, but it didn’t. I know that the minister tried to build dialogue and sat with people outside the building, listening to their fears and concerns, but the church preferred to be insulated from external pain rather than sharing it and offering it back to God. Sadly, that church closed a few years ago. Perhaps another part of the church’s problem was the lack of thanksgiving in its heart. The letter to Timothy reminds us that our prayers aren’t solely chances to ask for God’s help, whether for ourselves or the world at large. We are also to offer prayers of thanksgiving, not a long list of requests every time. These are good reminders for us too. We do well to include thanks in our prayers, even when the first thing that comes easily to our mind are urgent requests for help. Thanksgiving prayers remind us that God has been faithful in the past and will be with us in whatever new crisis life is throwing at us. ‘Count your blessings, name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done’ says the old hymn. Focussing exclusively on the negative side of things – our need and the needs of the world – can leave us feeling exhausted and empty. Reminding ourselves of the good things in each day – no matter how apparently low key or insignificant – is a way of celebrating God’s love in all creation and in things both great and small.  Yesterday I had the pleasure of sitting with my youngest granddaughter on my knee while we watched an animated film together. It’s one she loves. Daddy had finished watching one rugby match and the next one was yet to start. Freya knows the story we were watching back to front and inside out but she still enjoys every second of the drama unfolding and didn’t fidget or wriggle once for 20 minutes.  It was a rare and special moment for me.
Now the letter writer goes on to an area of prayer which, in the midst of the current political and international upheaval all around us, seems freshly important. We are reminded to pray ‘for sovereigns and for all in high office, so that we may lead a tranquil and quiet life, free to practise our religion with dignity.’ Earlier in my ministry I remember being rather dismissive about the need to pray for those in authority and thinking this was just something that came up in Anglican prayers along with petitions for the Queen’s health and wellbeing. As a Nonconformist I thought I didn’t need to do this. How things change! There’s not a time in my adult life when I can remember feeling a greater need to pray for those in authority – our political leaders across the UK, the leaders of the EU, the leaders of other powerful democratic nations, the United Nations.
I’m even seeing the importance of praying for dictators – Vladimir Putin and the like – that they might understand the significance of their actions in undermining freedom, stability and world peace. This summer, at the international meeting Martin and I attended in northern Italy, we made friends with the pastor of a growing church in western Ukraine. His congregation have offered help to Tartars from Crimea. They are Muslims who for years had been repressed under successive Soviet governments and even exiled to Siberia for generations. In the 1990s, when things got a little less repressive, they had been allowed back to their ancestral homeland in Crimea for a time and allowed freedom to worship. In 2014, though, when President Putin moved to annexe the territory back into Russia they made their choice. Rather than lose their democratic and religious freedom all over again they left behind their land and almost everything they possessed in Crimea and fled west. Our friend’s church was helping these internal refugees with jobs, housing, and practical support of all kinds. I asked if the fact these new friends were not Christian was an issue for his congregation. He looked a bit surprised. ‘They’re fellow Ukrainians’ he said. That was enough. They were victims of oppression and neighbours – it seemed obvious to him that they deserved to be helped.
The contemporary resonance of the letter writer’s prayer for rulers to allow their people to practise their religions with dignity applies to Christian minorities too in our world. A report on the headlines this morning speaks of Christianity as the most persecuted faith in the world today. Martin and I have friends in Bury, a mother and daughter, whose Christian faith put their lives at serious risk in the part of Pakistan from which they come. It took a great effort of legal argument and many years of anxiety before they were both given the right to stay here in the UK. They had to prove that going back to Pakistan would endanger their lives from local Taliban fighters who had targeted the mother in the past and killed another woman whom they mistook for her.
In the first century, Jewish believers under Roman rule had vivid memories of the oppression and persecution their ancestors had suffered in the past over many generations. Many rulers over the centuries from the pharaohs in Egypt onwards had tried to take Jews away from worship of the one God, maker of heaven and earth. The Romans usually got their subject people to pray to the Emperors but, in the case of the Jews, they made an exception and allowed them to pray to God on behalf of the Emperor. Here the letter writer makes the strongest point of all. Christians are to pray to God asking for guidance for earthly rulers not to make them feel great about themselves but as a reminder that they are not the world powers they may think themselves to be. Leaders, too, are subject to God’s authority. Nor are they saviours of the world – that role is fulfilled by God’s son Jesus Christ, whose action brings the whole of humanity back into the right relationship with God and wins our freedom beyond all doubt. That message may not be an easy sell in our contemporary world but it’s still one that needs to be heard. How many voices around us are full of individuals telling us about their own value? We point attention away from ourselves to the one God who deserves our thanks and praise, who encourages us to pray for all peoples and who rules over all – the mighty and the weak – in the name of love.

Sunday 15th September 2019

Luke 15: 1-10 and 1 Timothy 1: 12-17

There’s nothing quite like the frustration, panic and desperation you can get into when you’re looking for something you’ve lost.  You try to remember where and when you last had it. You re-run in your memory all the things you’ve done that might have contributed to it going missing. You go through the recycling and turn out the rubbish bag as you wonder with horror whether the object you need has actually ended up being taken away already and lost forever. Did I put it down somewhere I never usually leave it? I suspect most of us could describe the most important objects we’ve lost – these memories are vivid and don’t leave us. I still think, wistfully, of a pendant I left behind when I left a conference early, years ago. We had each been asked to bring something precious with us. I brought a simple necklace I’d bought from a pair of Baptist missionaries who’d served in El Salvador at the time when there were riots on the street for freedom from oppression, not long after Archbishop Oscar Romero was shot during worship in 1980 by right wing gunmen. This pendant had been made by a women’s group.  It was the size of a small conker, cut in half, polished and painted, with a simple cross on it. There had been martyrs amongst the women too. Maria Cristina Gomez, a primary school teacher and community activist had been arrested, tortured and killed for giving water out to demonstrators on a searing hot day. My cross had been made by women from the group she belonged to which is why it meant so much to me. In monetary terms it was totally worthless. In personal terms it was impossible to put a price on. Through those missionaries, it linked me to a very brave woman who had lost her life standing up for the poor. The cross made in her honour celebrates the ways in which she served others.
In chapter 15 of Luke’s gospel Jesus tells three stories about lost things – a lost sheep, a lost coin and a lost son. We’ve heard just the first two today. Notice when Luke sets the telling of these parables, which you only find in this gospel. It happens when Jesus hears people grumbling. That’s what sets him off. In the earlier chapters of Luke we’ve seen Jesus courting trouble with pharisees and scribes – the religious leaders of his day. He insists on healing people as and when he meets them, with no regard for the Sabbath law, because he says people’s needs override those rules. Even worse, he keeps accepting invitations to hospitality from all the wrong people – tax collectors (collaborators with the forces of occupation and oppression in terms of the Romans and their puppet rulers) and ‘sinners’. It’s not clear exactly who these sinners are – quite probably the poor, the weak, the marginalized people – in other words the ones you don’t want to be seen talking to on the street, leave alone sitting alongside at table in a high-profile home. This is getting Jesus into trouble. He keeps wanting people to change their religious priorities and put the needs of those who are missing out in life’s race at the top of the list. The pharisees and scribes are not impressed. Even so they turn up each time to listen because Jesus is always the best show in town. They’re chuntering under their breath all the time. Jesus only needs to see the expressions on their faces to know this.
He tells them three stories about joy in heaven. These parables show us what makes God smile – the return of those who have been lost. Where the religious leaders are focussed on the signal Jesus sends by eating in all the wrong places with all the wrong people Jesus is affronted that they don’t do that. If they really cared so much about holiness and closeness to God surely they would see that leaving so many people in the dark, searching for God but not being helped by their faith leaders, is as great a sin as the mistakes these ‘lost’ individuals are falling into.  Jesus’ insistence on the joy in heaven at the return of one sinner to God, seeking forgiveness and a new start, highlights the mean hearted, negativity of the pharisees and scribes for what it is – insecurity, jealousy and resentment. Nobody ever listens to their sermons in the way they crowd to hear the rabbi from Nazareth. If he’s right and they’re wrong then they’ve sold their lives to the wrong ideal and their understanding of who God is and how God operates is are totally wrong. No wonder they’re trying hard to hold the line against Jesus and his scandalous teaching about God’s willingness to forgive us, when we return from wandering in the wilderness and seek a new start within God’s love.
There are some interesting things to notice about these parables. Everyone knows the hills of Judea are dangerous and sheep often get lost there. There are plenty of predators about too – jackals, hyenas, foxes, leopards – so it’s often the case that sheep go missing and nobody ever finds them. Jesus encourages his audience to see their best side – ‘Which of you wouldn’t drop everything to find one lost sheep?’ he asks. Quietly some of them may feel a bit uncomfortable at this point. They know they’d probably stay with the 99 and forget about the lost one. Which of you, if you lost one coin, wouldn’t drop everything to find that missing one? It depends on  which voice you listen to, whether you decide the woman in the second story is poor and has lost one vital coin from her dowry, or whether you think she’s rich so it’s a shock that she would bother about one coin when she’s got so many others. The important thing with both these stories is the shock factor Jesus wants us to experience. The single mindedness of the individual who goes in search of one lost thing is a reflection of the love of God which searches for us when we’re lost. Neither the sheep nor the coin could intend to go astray but the result of their absence is heartache for the one who previously knew where they were. Finding them results in a community celebration – a big party – so everyone can give thanks that they’re safely found. In the same way, Jesus says, there is a party in God’s presence every time somebody comes back to God, asks for forgiveness and wants to begin again the light of God’s love.
There are plenty of lessons in these stories for us here and now. We are good at grumbling and commenting on the strange company God keeps. We may fail to celebrate when somebody begins their life with God again. It’s much easier for us to ask ‘Where were you all that time?’ than it is to say ‘Welcome to the party and here’s a place at the table.’ Another thing these parables show us is that God is not a ‘Where have you been? What sort of time do you call this?’ sort of parent but a come out and look for you when you go missing one. God searches for us until we’re found.  God starts with the most unlikely people, too – women and shepherds, neither of them high profile or important groups in first century society. These parables also show us that God likes community celebrations and that faith is about ‘us’ not ‘me’.  When we support one another then the company of heaven is part of the party.  Being a citizen of the kingdom of God means having lots of brothers and sisters in Christ. Joy is what it’s all about – not grumbling and resentment. Thanksgiving is at the heart of our faith and communion is the meal which shows us this. The challenge I’m going to set myself this week, which you may choose to accept too, is that of finding God at the heart of all that seems lost.

Sunday 8th September 2019

Luke 14: 25-33 and Philemon 1-21

Letter writing is a dying art for many of us now, except on special occasions. People write letters when they resign from a job or apply for a new one. We write letters to express thanks for gifts. We write letters when emails don’t have enough significance for the importance of the message we want to send. In the time after the death and resurrection of Jesus, the apostle Paul wrote many letters to young churches. The New Testament section of the Bible has seven letters which are widely agreed to have been written by Paul, two  letters on which opinion about authorship is evenly divided opinion and four which are now thought to have been written by other people in Paul’s name. There’s no dispute that the letter to Philemon is the genuine article. It tells us things about the lives of early Christians, and its teaching and significance reverberate for us now.
It’s a short letter but a very interesting one for a number of reasons. To make sense of it we need to meet the various people involved in a delicate situation which Paul is trying to sort out through his beautifully crafted letter. He’s writing to Philemon, to Appia who is quite possibly Philemon’s wife, and Archippus another member of their household, perhaps their son. Paul is writing from a distance to Colossae, from Ephesus a large port city about 100 miles to the south where he’s being held in prison. Paul himself hasn’t visited Colossae where Philemon’s household live, but we can guess that Philemon has heard Paul preach in Ephesus and become a follower of Jesus as a result. He and Paul have kept in touch since Philemon’s household converted to Christianity and Philemon’s home is now a house church. Paul seems to be hearing good things about the effect it’s having on the lives of those who attend. He expresses what sounds like genuine affection and respect for Philemon in the letter: ‘Your love has brought me much joy and encouragement; through you God’s people have been much refreshed.’  Now, though, Paul has a dilemma to solve with Philemon of the sort he’d probably rather handle face to face. He could lay down the law about it, and tell Philemon what he wants him to do, but Paul prefers to persuade him to a course of action he might not opt for otherwise.
Why is Paul being so tactful? We know he’s well capable of tackling difficult issues head on if he wants to. Maybe being confined himself is enabling Paul to see issues of power and grace in a different light. During his time in prison he’s met another individual, Onesimus, who has clearly been of great help to him. Paul knows Philemon and Onesimus have a chequered history together. He now wants to send back Onesimus, ‘once so useful to you, but now useful indeed, both to you and to me’ carrying the letter he’s writing to Philemon. The problem arises because Onesimus is not his own master, free to make decisions about where he goes and what he does – he’s a slave from Philemon’s household who’s left without permission. Paul hopes that Philemon will take the opportunity of his slave’s freewill return to grant him his freedom but there’s no guarantee. Slaves are assets.  You invest in them, you train them up to be useful, you rely on their presence and free labour. In this culture you don’t let such a potentially valuable commodity go without careful consideration. It wasn’t unknown for slaves to be handed their freedom as a reward for good service later on in their lives but there was nothing to stop Philemon from saying to Onesimus: ‘Thanks for this letter from Paul. I have read it but I choose to reclaim you as my property all the same.’
Paul, though, is arguing for another approach, one that would probably have sounded quite strange and surprising to anyone who understood the way of the world in the Roman Empire. His suggestion is that Onesimus should be welcomed back into the household as his master’s brother, as a friend of the apostle, as someone on equal terms. It’s not, perhaps, what we want to hear. We’d far rather Paul spoke out against slavery altogether. But within the first century expectations that would be highly unusual if not revolutionary.
We don’t know, sadly, what Philemon did with Paul’s request. Was he able to see his former slave with totally new eyes, and to welcome him as a fellow Christian, on an equal footing with him before God, free from the previous master/slave relationship they’d been held in? Did Apphia, his wife, or Archippus their ‘comrade in arms’ have anything to say about this? Did Onesimus take the letter in fear and trembling or with confidence and prayer, trusting that the God who brings about new life through Jesus’s death and resurrection could give him a new start as a free man? If Paul had kept Onesimus with him in Ephesus, and not sent him home to seek his freedom, Onesimus would always have had the threat of arrest and being returned to his master hanging over him for the rest of his life. We can each imagine the ending to this story we hope would happen next.
This incident from two thousand years ago reverberates for me today because it speaks so loudly of partnership between equals, rather than the exercise of authority in a top down, non-consultative way. Paul could impose his will on this situation but chooses to operate by the gentle art of persuasion. Philemon could stamp his will on things and refuse to accept Onesimus as a free man, granting him the right to a new future. Onesimus could choose not to obey Paul and take the letter back into a situation he might fear as a trap. We know he didn’t do that because if he had done we wouldn’t have this letter now. All of them have choices to make about the power they have access to. In God, in the light of the love of Jesus, Paul implores them all to operate by a new set of rules rather than sticking to the regulations laid down in cultural expectations and Roman Law. It’s radical, edgy and liberating stuff.  What a pity the church has been so institutionally unable to put such partnership and mutual respect it into practice for much of its life.
There’s also the new understanding of family which Paul highlights through these events. There could hardly be a more intimate way of welcoming someone than as ‘brother’ or ‘sister’. It means you share parents, you have lived in the same space, you have eaten and grown together. Paul invites young Christians to embrace and live out a new way of building not just the church but society as a whole.  What a difference it would make if we were able to find non-hierarchical ways of settling our differences in Britain now. Consensus and listening are much needed commodities this week and beyond.
And the third quality highlighted by this story, alongside partnership and new family loyalties, is the importance of addressing the ways in which people hold one another captive. Through modern slavery, we know that there will be trafficked people in every town and city of our land, forced to work against their will, held captive by others and exploited. When we operate this week by a different set of values, show respect to one another and try to address the ways in which people wield power abusively over others we are honouring the thoughts in Paul’s letter and honouring God in Jesus.

Sunday 18th August 2019

Luke 12: 49-56 and Hebrews 11:29 – 12:2

You never know who will come when you’re about to lead worship and that’s even more the case when the service is part of an international, multi-site, ecumenical event like the one Martin and I attended a few weeks ago in Italy. ‘Would you be responsible for organising worship for those who don’t attend the Catholic Mass?’, they asked us. ‘Yes,’ we said, without any idea of how many people that might mean, where we’d be, how it would fit into the timetable, what language people might have in common, whether we’d know any of the same music and a long list of other questions. That’s how Martin and I found ourselves sitting in an Italian hotel disco, with black walls, rather unusual lighting and an empty stage on a Sunday night at the end of July. We’d put on our clerical shirts and grabbed a few books of prayers as well as a bible plus the basics to lead communion.  There was no guarantee anyone would show up. This was the start of the event. Some people hadn’t arrived yet, others were making the evening meal their priority, and most of the 600 or more people on the list from as far away as Siberia in one direction and Portugal in the other didn’t know that a service was happening. So there we sat, quietly, preparing to spend the next 20 minutes or so on our own probably.
It was then that I had a very powerful experience of a sort I can’t remember before. We’d put out a semi-circle of chairs, in a hopeful way. I felt I could see three friends of ours sitting there with us, giving us the benefit of their company and support in this moment of uncertainty and waiting. They were people who might have come to the event were it not for the fact they’re all now dead. There was Malcolm, a probation officer in Liverpool who was one of the wisest and kindest people I’ve ever met. Endlessly thoughtful, Malcolm lived his Christian faith every moment. He might seem a bit serious on first meeting but could be tempted into laughter if you got the tone of your joke right. Next to him I could see Manfred, a German who’d moved to the UK years ago and risen to a senior post in prison management. Manfred was a giant of a man but one of the most thoughtful and intelligent people you could meet. He died about six years ago and touched many hearts during his final illness by the way he used the internet to share reflections about his illness and his faith in God. One phrase he used – of finding diamonds in the mud – struck a special chord with many of those who prayed for him. And next to them was Pietro – an Italian and a clinical oncologist – a bubbling, energetic, talkative, extrovert, creative whirlwind of a man. Pietro’s family and friends are still coming to terms with his death four years ago. All three of them had died of cancer and – incredibly – all three of them had deepened the Christian faith of others as they did so. They hadn’t hidden their pain, their questions, their frustration and their anger away from those around them but had brought all these things to Jesus. They did so because they knew that the love Jesus brings us flows richly from his having experienced the cross. By entering into the worst life can fling at us he helps us to integrate the broken, damaged elements of human life and so to find, in Manfred’s phrase, ‘diamonds in the mud’.
In the light of today’s readings from the letter to the Hebrews, that moment in the Italian disco feels like a ‘great cloud of witnesses’ experience.  I sensed the presence of people Martin and I have known, from whom we’ve received support, friendship and encouragement in our faith journey. They seemed to be there, sitting alongside us and giving us their continuing help. In our culture, the idea of being watched by invisible witnesses doesn’t conjure up thoughts of the saints who’ve gone before. We’re more likely to think of the way, every day, we’re being caught on surveillance cameras. In public places, in shops and on the bus, entering or leaving a car park we’re tracked by cameras a great deal. Now they can even recognise our faces so the sense of George Orwell’s ‘Big Brother is watching you’ threat from his novel Animal Farm is easy to identify with. But the idea of being watched by a cloud of helpful witnesses, pioneers of the faith in which we take our place, is totally different. It’s a positive presence, reminding us that these believers too had their trials but they held on to God throughout their worst moments and ultimately triumphed.
We think this letter was written to a group of first century Christians in Jerusalem, mostly Jews, who are struggling with their faith in the face of persecution. Scholars disagree as to whether or not the letter was written by Paul, but whoever the author is this person is  well aware of the tension a Jew might feel between trusting in Jesus as God’s promised Messiah and finding his life and death a real challenge. The Jewish people had been waiting for the Messiah to come for centuries but they had a clear idea of how this individual would operate when he appeared. It seemed obvious to those suffering under Roman occupation that God’s chosen one would take on the task of leading an armed uprising, to expel the hated Roman army and administration and restore Jewish independence. It was impossibly hard for some early Christians from a Jewish background to accept that the death of Jesus on the cross was the way through which God had chosen to release them from the power of sin, pain and evil. For some of them their sense that death on the cross was a sign of shame and public failure in Jewish understanding was undermining their faith in the resurrection of Jesus. They were falling back into old patterns of thinking.  That’s not hard to understand when people are being worn down by pressures from outside. Persecution can undermine faith for some us – it stops us coming to worship because we don’t want to risk attracting attention to ourselves. Then, as we fail to receive the support and encouragement of other faithful people around us, our own faith grows even weaker. We can tell from earlier passages of the letter to the Hebrews that theirs is a community enduring problems.
That’s why the writer is keen to remind them of figures from the Jewish past who are great signposts to the way God is at work through ordinary people of faith. There’s already been significant mention in the letter of the great pioneer of the faith Abraham and his wife Sarah. In today’s reading we hear about Moses, the leader who was given the task of bringing the Israelite slaves out of Egypt back to the promised land. The great stories of the past  – the Red Sea crossing, the fall of Jericho as the promised land was resettled, the early kings and prophets – are all referred to. The other strange references to people undergoing physical trials and persecution could well refer to the suffering of the Jews at the time of the Maccabean War, a century and half earlier, when a Greek tyrant had inflicted terrible horrors on the Jewish people.
We, like those first century Christians in Jerusalem, can draw strength from remembering those who have been our witnesses and faith mentors – individually and in the life of the church.  We can also remember that this race the writer refers to, which lies ahead of us, is not a sprint but a marathon. If we hit the wall, as marathon runners sometimes do, we may find help in surprising places.  I’m reminded of a friend who once ran the New York marathon and ground in Harlem several miles from the finish. He was convinced that all he could do was to hobble along at snail’s pace. A well-meaning but imposing local resident approached him with the question: ‘What are you? Some kind of a quitter?’ My friend was so scared he started running again and finished the race. May God give us whatever each of us needs to stay in the race.

Sunday 21st July 2019

Luke 10: 38-42 and Colossians 1: 15-28

‘Send us, God of new beginnings, humbly hopeful into life.’ ‘The peace of God comes close to those caught in the storm.’ ‘’Tis mystery all. The Immortal dies.’  ‘show me your way of righting wrong and turning sorrow into song until you bring me home.’ In case you’re wondering where those quotes are from – and I think you will have recognised some of them – they all taken from hymns in Rejoice and Sing. The words of hymns have a lot of teaching packed into them. Like the perfume maker, the hymn writer tries to distil a beautiful, lasting essence, and hopes we’ll carry this reminder of God with us throughout the day’s encounters. If you read histories of hymn writing you might come away thinking none of this was happening until the 1700s when the likes of Isaac Watts and later Charles Wesley, brother of John the founder of Methodism, got going. Not so. There were hymns before then, right at the start of the Early Church. We can tell this from the number of quotes from hymns we find in the letters of the New Testament. It’s not that they’re laid out in short lines with numbers at the top of them.  Even so they have all the signs of poetry with a message, there to explain Christian teaching, to strengthen followers of Jesus, to give them helpful tips for daily living.
Today’s reading from the first letter to the Colossians has what almost definitely has to be an early hymn in it. We mentioned last week that Colossae, not an especially rich or remarkable city close to two major trading routes in what is now south central Turkey, was probably a place with several different faith groups in the first century.  Followers of the Way – who believe that Jesus of Nazareth is the son of the one God and that he rose from the dead after his crucifixion – live in Colossae amongst a variety of neighbours.  Some follow mystery cults. Other people are of Jewish faith. In public life it’s the Roman Empire and worship of their gods which are firmly in charge if you want to get on in Colossae. Into this multi faith, multi-cultural setting comes the new faith of Christianity. Epaphras, the missionary who’s founded the Church there, is making a good job of getting the new followers of Jesus to understand the message of love and grace which are at the heart of gospel. We can tell that from the opening verses of the letter to the church there. Now what people need to do, the letter writer knows, is to understand more about who Jesus really is. Without this they’ll be at a loss, and easily undermined in their beliefs if they start debating and relating with people of other faiths.  They need some easily memorable teaching – good, sound stuff – about the true identity of Jesus. At the time when the letter was written, in the second half of the first century, (possibly as early as 50AD and possibly as late as 90AD) there were no theologians writing about what we now call Christology. The gospels themselves were still in people’s memories and conversation around the meal table and in worship, but not yet written down. Your best resource for teaching sound truths would be a hymn. That’s what the letter writer quotes here – an early Christian hymn – from verse 15 to 20. It’s a description of Jesus that’s full of mystery and beauty.  This is not an explanation of who Jesus is which is going to result in all of us saying, loudly and confidently ‘Now I get it. Everything is crystal clear.’ It’s more about inviting us to enter into the mystery of God so we can say we don’t understand everything but that’s alright. We can relax and give praise to God, in the face of God’s majesty, even so. The hymns tells us that Jesus is God’s image – the visible part of God, who is invisible. Jesus is at the centre of creation – all things and all people, all powers and every authority. ‘The whole universe has been created through him and for him.’ Fifty years on from the first trip to the moon we now know that those first astronauts took communion in the lunar model, receiving bread and wine, to remind them of that faith before they stepped onto the surface of the moon. Buzz Aldrin’s ceremony, which he timed to coincide with the communion of his home church, was not broadcast by NASA live – only those in the control room heard it. The hymn goes on, describing Jesus in these terms: ‘He exists before all things, and all things are held together in him.’ That’s the phrase which strikes me most powerfully today.
I am very aware of the number of forces in our lives which threaten to pull us apart. ‘Things fall apart’ – is a line from a poem called ‘The Second Coming’ which Irish poet W.B Yeats wrote 100 years ago to describe the atmosphere in post war Europe. Many of the unspoken yet accepted assumptions on which my generation thought the world order was based now risk falling apart. The idea that truthfulness and personal integrity matter is one that’s constantly being undermined. The belief that what human beings share in common is more powerful than what distinguishes and separates us is also under attack. The hope in a better way of solving disputes and building a just and peaceful world is rocked every time we withdraw funds and support from the United Nations, the Security Council, the World Bank, the World Health organisation, the World Food Programme and all the other international organisations set up in the 1950s to ensure better health, safer childhoods, the prevention of starvation, the promotion of culture and dialogue around the world. You can see the faults in all these bodies without saying we should walk away and watch them collapse.
The letter to the Colossians tells us that in Jesus all things are held together. What does that mean in reality for us and how can we share this good news with an increasingly divided world? The early Church was still coming to terms with the radical, life changing truth that Jesus, God’s son, is a unifying figure who draws people in – who says (as we sometimes sing) ‘For everyone born, a place at the table’. They had trouble with that radical inclusivity and so do we do. Wouldn’t life be easier if God in Jesus were not so ridiculously welcoming? Jesus shows us God’s love knows no limits, and can cross barriers of race, gender, education, wealth and poverty, faith and disbelief. So every time we’ve sorted out a nice community of people who look and behave in ways we can predict and feel comfortable with God is capable of sending in some new faces whose presence will challenge and change things in unpredictable ways. No wonder some churches only use the language of welcome without changing their hearts at all. They would rather not be touched by the presence of people whose background and ideas they can’t easily relate to or understand. ‘All things are held together in him’, remember, not just the things we carefully select and feel totally comfortable with.
Perhaps it would help if we could stop ourselves creating new versions of ‘either/or’ whenever life throws us another awkward thing to tackle. Since God is ‘everywhere present on earth’ (another hymn quote incidentally) we should be door openers not pathway blockers for the Holy Spirit. We find dialogue and listening across difference excruciatingly painful. God, in Jesus, is a specialist in the reconciliation of people and the ideas and feelings which divide them. Yesterday Martin and I were at a special family celebration for friends. As often happens I found myself talking about inter church conversations.  My conversation partner remarked, laughing, that he knows in heaven he will find a lot of people he’s disagreed with profoundly on matters of doctrine. I know he’s right. Why are we so much better at seeing what divides rather than what unites us? The spectacle of the crowd in Portrush, Northern Ireland at the Open Golf Championships cheering leader Shane Lowry – from the Republic of Ireland – yesterday was an example of the way sport can bring people together.  God, in all God’s fullness, chooses to dwell in Jesus and if we do too we can bring people into a circle rather than driving them to the wall.  I will finish with a reading from the 1990 Prayer Handbook – edited by Graham Cook with Tony Burnham as writer.  I haven’t updated the names in this piece. They are not all the ones we would use now. But they speak to me about what unity in Jesus can mean for my life and for this world.

Sunday 14th July 2019

Luke 10: 25-37 and Colossians 1: 1-14

Over the past few days Martin and I have actually had some time to get on with work in the manse garden. It’s been getting away from us this year. We didn’t have as much time as we wanted to do for the autumn tidy up or for the spring preparation and it’s felt ever since as though we have been playing catch up. I suppose that desire to get some sense of order and colour and fruitfulness out there in the garden was one reason why I was very strongly hit by some words I heard on Gardener’s World on Friday evening. Those of you who watch the programme will know that at the end of it each week Monty Donn comes out with a list of things you should be doing. And for once he said something totally unexpected. He said: ‘Leave it a bit untidy.’ My goodness! Did I really hear that? Aren’t amazing gardens supposed to be ordered and tended down to the last blade of grass? I knew he meant it, though, because the whole of the rest of the programme had been focused on the value of wildlife gardens and meadows. We had seen beautiful examples of amazing meadows full of bright, colourful wildflowers, of all different shapes and sizes and heights, and an amazing variety of butterflies, moths and caterpillars and wildlife that had come in because of allowing things to get a bit untidy. And we heard about the way that our desire to keep things so orderly, and to stop what we see as pests and weeds, has actually reduced the power and fertility of God’s creation very seriously over the last few decades to such an extent that we have not only lost amazing wildflowers but we’ve also taken away the very plants that caterpillars need to feed on so that the beautiful moths and butterflies can emerge from the chrysalis. One expert actually said to Monty Donn, and I couldn’t quite believe she was saying it: ‘We came along to this area of ground at the beginning of the spring we scattered the seeds and we’ve left it alone.’ Left it alone! They hadn’t weeded it, they hadn’t watered it. They left nature to do it’s thing.
I think back a few years in the life of our church to when we were just starting to experiment with something that some of us had heard about but most of us weren’t at all sure about in some ways called Messy Church. Some of us didn’t like that name at all. We weren’t really sure that being free and easy with bible studies and games and crafts and conversation and bits of old cardboard, paint, glue and glitter could produce anything that looked at all like a Church. Surely it was just offering something well intentioned that was ultimately just a family activity for those people with nothing else to do on a Sunday afternoon. It couldn’t possible achieve any if the things we were used to thinking of in the past as the ways you make new followers of Jesus. How wrong can you be? A bit like those surprising wildflower meadows. It’s messy, yes, and if you want to go and examine the carpet tiles in the small hall you will know that, close up and personal. But like those wildflower meadows, Messy Church is also colourful, lively, fertile, attractive and full of all forms of life. And it’s giving us a new problem now. How do we take the next steps of faith for parents and children we’ve seen at Messy Church because in all honesty we can’t reasonably expect them suddenly to want to come and sit still here with us for an hour on Sunday mornings to be part of this sort of service, though many of us like this sort of service and value this style of worship. So we need to find new ways to disciple and grow them and the very presence of those children and their families is helping us to grow in new ways and the Messy Church leaders are wrestling creatively with this lovely fresh challenge we’ve got. When you make new disciples unexpected things start to happen.
Thinking about messiness and meadows and Messy Church I look again at the parable of the Good Samaritan, because it’s a very messy story. Like all parables it‘s a story with a message, a story which Jesus tells that will stick in the memory,  so people will take it away and mull it over because it says something important about the nature of God. A parable gives us something to bite on, chew over and wrestle with. This parable only comes in Luke’s gospel and don’t forget it’s a story that Jesus tells not long after he and his followers on the road heading towards Jerusalem have been turned away from a Samaritan village. James and John have got very upset about that and wanted permission to call down fire from heaven on those rude villagers who wouldn’t let them in. Jesus has told them both to grow up and stop it. In the context of that incident, remembering all the rivalry and difference and splits there are between Jews and Samaritans, Jesus tells this story. It’s a story about descending. Jerusalem is 2500 feet above sea level and Jericho is 8 to 900 feet below sea level. When you make that journey from Jerusalem to Jericho you’re going downhill a lot of the way. Even today when you go along this road you find yourself in some very desolate, isolated and difficult places where it’s not very sensible to walk on your own. To do so in the time of Jesus would make you vulnerable to attack so it’s no surprise that the traveller in the parable is set upon and robbed. Being left by the road side, half, dead, bleeding no doubt, he is definitely in a mess. He is lying in a pool of blood. That makes him ritually unclean for anyone who comes by. Any practising Jew who touches him is going to become unclean, not just from the blood on their clothes and hands but ritually unclean too. That means such a person cannot go home and interact with their relatives without first going the priest to be put right with God again through a ritual. If you stop, what else are you risking? He may look as though he’s on his own but who knows? He could have been put there by a pack of robbers as a trap. As soon as you stop it may be that as you bend down you will find yourself surrounded by people who want to steal from you. It’s a very unpleasant situation to find yourself in.  Much better to pass by quickly and take as little notice as possible. Have you noticed how awkward demands on our time always seem to crop up when they are most inconvenient? If only God were to give us the opportunity to help other people when we are ready to do it – when we’ve got a nice little gap in our diary and our heart. That would be so much more reasonable wouldn’t it? Instead of which God gives us challenges at the very point when we’ve got our hands full already, thank you. Cries of those in distress and their urgent need for something to improve their urgent situation come at times when we haven’t got very much space so we’d rather take no notice.
We have our own version of the priest and the Levite in their avoidance tactic.  We keep going fast, avert our eyes and focus on what we need to be doing. Any awkward questions that might crop up inside our head are batted away fast. What if that were me? What if my situation were that bad? What if I were trying to convince genuine people that I’m not faking this but am in genuine need? We have a clear idea of those who deserve to be helped and those who are responsible for their own problems. If that traveller will insist in walking on a dangerous road on his own like this what does he expect?
For me the behaviour of paramedics in responding to emergency calls is one of the most humbling contemporary examples of genuine compassion for those who have fallen down on life’s road and got themselves into a mess. Paramedics meet people from all parts of society, from newborn babies to elderly people approaching death. Some of these people do seem to be responsible partly for their own mess but the paramedic crews as we see them portrayed on television and as we experience them ourselves when we have to call them out seem to have an amazing reservoir of wisdom and patience and humour and compassion, alongside the blankets and medicine and the rescue they represent. You might say that answering emergency calls is their job – it’s what we pay them for. But I can’t imagine how it feels to be called endlessly every day, sometimes many times a day, by the same needy and manipulative people and yet to turn up and respond positively and professionally each time it happens.
It’s not just the blood the man’s lying in that you’re going to find is very messy if you get involved with him. You’re also going to get drawn into a lot of other problems. What are you supposed to do with him out in the middle of nowhere? He can’t walk. How can you get him anywhere for rescue? In the story as Jesus tells it the man has a beast on which to transport the injured man. But he doesn’t just take to him an inn and go on.  The next day, having nursed him overnight, he leaves money and then moves on. The Samaritan has changed his whole schedule for this injured man. Being someone who recognises each other person as their neighbour is a dangerously open-ended form of discipleship. It means that we’re in it for the long haul. This sort of neighbourliness is not about five-minute fixes with a bit of cash. That can make us feel better and solve short term problems but it doesn’t answer things when a new problem arises further down the road. When the Samaritan arrives he cares for wounded traveller and makes provision for him longer term and then says he will come back on his return journey. He has thought ahead, planning with the injured traveller in mind. He has made space in his heart, his purse, on his donkey and in his planning to complete what he’s begun. He is dealing with layers of mess. That’s the way God deals with the messiness in us too – thinking ahead to what we will need and how to enable us to take the next steps on our journey – sending us help through others when we fall by the wayside as a result of life’s onslaughts and unexpected violence.

Sunday 30th June 2019

Luke 9: 51-62 and Galatians 5: 13-25

A couple of days ago I heard about a comment a friend had made about a much-debated issue on Facebook. I don’t go on Facebook so I haven’t read his views first hand – a mutual acquaintance told me what our friend had been saying. I have a lot of respect for the person concerned – a fellow Christian whose commitment and self-sacrifice in ministry are a powerful example to me in many ways. But it sounds as though we have totally opposing views on the issue he had talked about on the internet. I felt a whole mixture of responses from disappointment to anger. I wondered about sending him a book I’ve read recently which might help to enlighten him – in my terms anyway. I had an internal debate about whether our differences on this view might have to affect our relationship in the future.  I don’t think I can just say nothing and pretend this difference of view between us doesn’t exist. Arguments between believers can teach us important lessons.
Today’s reading from Luke starts with an incident where the disciples would like Jesus to endorse their rejection of a group of near neighbours in first century Palestine. They haven’t reacted against something on Facebook – they’ve received an outright, in your face insult from a village of Samaritans. Perhaps some of the disciples wondered in the first place why Jesus risked sending people ahead of the group to a Samaritan village as a stop off on the way to Jerusalem.  Samaritans and Jews lived in separate communities and had different beliefs from one another in some very significant ways. The split between them went back centuries to the time of the Babylonian invasion, when great numbers of Jews were carried off into exile. The Samaritans were descendants of those who had remained behind. Their ancestors had been moved to the then capital Samaria and intermarried with non-Jews. On the return of the exiles, several generations later, the rebuilding of the temple in Jerusalem became a big falling out between the two groups. The Samaritans offered to help. The returnee Jews from Babylon rejected this because they didn’t see these descendants of those people who had avoided exile as pure Jews. As a result Samaritans built their own temple instead on Mount Gerizim, rejected the rebuilt temple in Jerusalem, and so began a long history of hostility and division. Another difference between them was that Samaritans recognised only the first five books of the Hebrew Scriptures, what we call the Old Testament. No wonder that most people in the time of Jesus would have nothing at all to do with this group. It was a high risk for Jesus and his friends to have tried to stop in a Samaritan community on the way to Jerusalem of all places. It was their difference about the temple there that continued to rankle most deeply between the two groups.
But, as ever in Luke’s gospel, Jesus does his own thing. He operates in the way he thinks his Father, God, will want him to. No matter that everyone else thinks of these people as a lost cause, the gospels show us Jesus offers healing, teaching, welcome and dialogue to Samaritans from the earliest parts of his ministry. In John’s gospel the conversation Jesus has with a Samaritan woman at a well is one of the most beautiful and powerful pieces of revelation about his true identity you’ll find anywhere in the Bible.  In the next chapter of Luke’s gospel Jesus tells a story where the hero is a Samaritan, who cares for an injured man on a lonely road when the good Jews who’ve gone that way before him have been too concerned about ritual cleanliness to stop and help. The normal rules don’t apply to Jesus because he tries to do things God’s way. And you can’t take childish revenge on your enemies when Jesus is around either, because he won’t let you get away with petty rivalries and silly, rude gestures. ‘Can we call down fire on these villagers, please Lord?’ doesn’t go down well with Jesus. ‘Certainly not. Keep walking.’ comes the reply.
How would our relationships with other Christian denominations, and other faiths, be different if we were to fully understand and own this attitude of Jesus to those with whom we have disagreements? The Christian Churches have been some of the most petty and divided groups of people in history, over the centuries, in terms of our ability to fall out with one another and keep up disagreements over the centuries long after anyone understood what the original quarrel was all about. And perhaps it’s no surprise that one of the places where this has been most in evidence is the so-called Holy Land itself, especially Jerusalem. Just last month the three Churches which have care of the Holy Sepulchre, the site where Jesus is believed to have been buried after his crucifixion, agreed a multi million dollar restoration to stop the whole edifice from collapsing. The drains, the electricity supply and the infrastructure is all in a total mess. Earthquakes, hosts of visitors, candle soot, dirt and the wear and tear of centuries have left the marble structure around the tomb in danger of collapse. Back in 2015 the Israeli authorities closed the church because it was dangerously unsafe.  Now, at last, the Greek Orthodox, Armenian and Catholic Churches have agreed to do the necessary repairs together. Just 20 years ago an unholy row broke out between monks about who had the right to sweep which bit of floor. Back in 1810 workmen hired by the Greek Orthodox Church were actually shot at by Armenian monks and eight died because there was no solving the rivalry about who is in charge of repairs. Why, now, are these three Christian traditions learning to work together so much more positively? Could it have anything to do with the declining numbers of Christians born in Israel and Palestine as more and more leave?  Could it be linked to the new Israeli church taxes or the ambitions of Jewish settler groups who want to take control of the city in a new way? Finally, all 13 Christian churches represented in the city are now working together for the first time and meeting regularly. We can’t claim a holier than thou stance about the way James and John want to react to Samaritan rejection. We have our own examples of behaving that way too.
So why does Paul, the apostle to the Gentiles, risk encouraging bad behaviour in the followers of Jesus by reminding those young churches in Galatia (modern day southern Turkey) that the Jewish Law no longer applies to them? Surely it would be better to keep the law in place until they really understand the gift and challenge of following Jesus, as otherwise their human tendency to bad behaviour could get out of hand. Not everyone agreed with Paul’s approach to this challenge.  Other teachers in the first generations of the Church advised new converts to keep the Law of Moses but Paul is quite clear that the Law stopped applying once Jesus Christ came. Now, instead of following a set of rules, we have been set free. Not only that. As free individuals we are invited by God to choose to become servants, slaves even, of one another. This is not the sort of deal that any self-respecting Roman citizen would normally opt for. What Paul wants the worshippers of these young churches to grasp is the way that Jesus has won this freedom for all of us. Our response is not to do exactly what we like, but to fulfil the whole spirit of the law by choosing to behave as Jesus did, in tune with God’s Holy Spirit. Then the things we do will bring about a harvest of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, fidelity, gentleness and self-control which represent the best in us and those around us.
It might be tempting to see this as taking all the fun and excitement out of life. Perhaps the followers of Jesus are not supposed to enjoy themselves at all, but simply live in this very focussed, pure way. But the life of Jesus shows us that isn’t the aim at all. We’re to enjoy life in all its fulness at the same time as choosing to behave in mature, attractive, other-centred ways. Paul wants the followers of Jesus to live like this. It’s an invitation for us too.  The God who loves us as we are and as we may become can help us to do this.

Sunday 16th June 2019 – Trinity

John 16: 12-15 and Romans 5: 1-5

I don’t think there’s been a time in my adult life when it’s been so hard to work out what the truth is about the big issues of the day. The world has always been a confusing place but now there are so many voices and so many sources of information wanting our attention that it’s almost impossible to know which ones to listen to and take seriously. The choice of getting our news from sources we’re likely to agree with doesn’t help us either. We may be asking today if we can rely on the truthfulness of the candidates to lead the Conservative party and be the next Prime Minister. Perhaps we’re concerned when some of them seem to have changed their minds and are now doing and saying different things from those they did in the past. One person’s pragmatic, informed searching for truth and the right way forward is another person’s blatant flip flopping in the search for power. If we could go out on the streets now, among the young demonstrators in Hong Kong, they would probably tell us they’re risking their lives for freedom, truth, and an independent legal system. They fear domination and loss of rights as the Chinese authorities just a few miles away scrutinise every decision the Hong Kong leaders take. The Chinese ambassador in the UK tells us his leaders have nothing to do with the proposals about a new extradition framework. How can having a one party state world power as your next door neighbour make no difference to the decisions of a city state about how to run their affairs?
A Christian understanding of truth, and the ancient philosophical ideal of wisdom, lie at the heart of today’s readings. In John’s gospels we’re back with the disciples and Jesus in the upper room, after they have shared a meal together for one last time. Earlier on in the evening he’s washed their feet, and after that Judas Iscariot has gone out into the darkness to tell the authorities how to arrest his master later that night.  The disciples are feeling a rich mixture of emotions by now. They’re so full of different thoughts and ideas that their heads are spinning and they’re totally wrung out. What they could probably do with is a nice quiet lie down in a darkened room – somewhere safe and comfortable, their own sleeping space at home in Galilee perhaps, with their family close by. Instead, here they are in the middle of Jerusalem, the most dangerous place on earth which Jesus could have chosen to bring them to. They love to hear him speaking but he keeps on talking about the scariest things they can possibly imagine, above all the idea that he’s not going to be with them for much longer. He tells them not to worry and he talks about the Father in the way he always does, helping them to see how close he is to God and how deeply he feels God’s hold on his life. Now, he’s been saying, he will ask God to give them another companion to take his place when he leaves them – the Spirit of truth. This spirit will be their advocate – the one who teaches them all they need to know, who reminds them of all Jesus has said to them, who helps them to make their case about Jesus’s true identity to anyone who will listen.
Just imagine the look on the faces of those eleven disciples. They are on overload in every sense – emotional, mental, physical and spiritual. No wonder Jesus tells them: ‘There is much more that I could say to you, but the burden would be too great for you now.’ Too right – they can’t take any more in at this time of night, after the sort of day they’ve all shared, and with what Jesus knows (and they suspect) lies ahead for them all when they step outside the house quite soon. What sort of comfort can they possibly extract, in this moment of loss and despair, from the possibility of replacing Jesus with the presence of God’s Spirit of truth? Jesus has been there among them, flesh and blood, companion at the meal table, presence on the road, teacher, mentor, spiritual guide, friend, bible study leader, small group enabler, mediator, healer and so much more. Life without him around feels to many of them, no doubt, like no life at all at this point. What he wants them to do, through their stress and teary eyes, is to trust that God is not going to leave them high and dry when he is no longer physically present with them. They will still have a companion, a protector, a leader. This Spirit of truth will draw down and focus the energy of love, wisdom and light from God the Father, as Jesus has done for them up to now. He’s not giving them a doctrine lesson on how God manages to have three identities but one being. He’s encouraging them to keep praying, listening and following when he’s not around to keep them on track.
As Jewish believers, who have heard the Hebrew scriptures read in the synagogue, they will be familiar with the idea that truth is closely linked to God. There’s a passage in the book of Proverbs, chapter 8, where truth, wisdom, speaks with a female voice: ‘She takes her stand at the crossroads, by the wayside, at the top of the hill; beside the gate, at the entrance to the city, at the approach by the portals she cries aloud.’ Wisdom tells those who are listening to what she has to say that what she has to offer is better than the richest jewels. ‘Don’t go down to the fancy jewellers in town. Don’t spend thousands on the latest watch or the finest diamond ring. Hear what God’s truth has to offer. Tune in to the message the Spirit of wisdom wants to share with you. These are true riches. These are messages that can change your lives – turn your ideas upside down – transform everything within and around you beyond all recognition. Why wouldn’t you want to listen to such an offer from God?’
Already in this part of John’s gospel, which we call the farewell discourses, Jesus has been saying these same things in different ways time and time again. Are the disciples getting the message? He needs them to show some signs that they will be able to cope without him so that before long he’s able to leave them well. Jesus hopes they’ll learn, fast, how to remember the good and great things God has already done in and through them. They’ve been in communities where people’s lives have changed beyond recognition because of understanding God’s love and forgiveness in a new way and hearing the good news preached by Jesus. They’ve been challenged by the breadth of his understanding of God’s love – a love that can embrace even Samaritans, even Roman soldiers, even those who the Jewish law would describe as unclean and untouchable, even the least respectable or most hated individuals in town. They’ve begun to see that God’s greatest longing is for them and all God’s children to have life in all its fullness, and to understand that creating a central space within themselves where God can make a home is the first step in doing this. But up to now they’ve had the Master, the rabbi, the Lord, among them to make all of this real. Now they must recreate that reality of God’s presence in a new way through embracing the Spirit of truth without Jesus among them in person to help and guide them. They will not always agree about the right direction to take but if they keep talking and praying together when the going gets tough they can and will have God’s strength to find the way.
One great thing, for me, about telling our history as a church is re-discovering the great things God has been able to do in and through those who have gone before us. This reinforces our identity, renews our energy and helps to refocus our mission. We didn’t just imagine those 175 years – they happened and many people’s lives were changed for the better. Of course our forebears made some mistakes, just as we’re making mistakes now too, but those are not impossible obstacles to God’s purposes provided we all know how to admit our faults, seek forgiveness and start again.
It’s easier to see this process in action when you spend time with those whose lives have been in a terrible mess and who have turned things around through Christian faith. Yesterday I sat in a church next to Jamie. He’s a big guy in every sense – bright, funny, quick talking and passionate. You wouldn’t have wanted to get on his wrong side in the days when he was always angry about his grandfather’s death from cancer, his brother’s death from a rare heart condition, his dad losing his battle with depression and drugs and taking his own life, and his Mum’s succession of violent partners. In those days Jamie was always on the bottle or doing drugs. Look at him the wrong way on the street and he had it in him to set light to your car. He terrorised the estate where he lived and it’s not hard to see how. He’s a changed person now because God in Jesus has got hold of him and the Spirit of truth is now guiding what he thinks and says and does. Of course, that needs constant reinforcement. Old habits die hard with all of us. Deep seated patterns take a long time to change. Under pressure we’re all prone to go back to what we used to do to relieve the pain of life. That’s why being in a home where he’s surrounded by others who have turned their lives around, and who are watching out for themselves and for him, is what’s helping Jamie to stay calm, honest and God-centred.  His dream, now, is to be trained as a church leader so one day he can go back to teach and care for the people he once scared witless. I think he’s got it in him to do just that but it’s not going to be easy. It will be the presence of God that gives him the strength to do this. Transformed lives, guided by the Spirit of truth, can achieve great things.

Sunday 9th June 2019 – 175th Anniversary Service

‘Telling our story’ through six imagined voices from the past

Revd William Crease  Welcome to Jenkins Chapel. I am William Crease, minister of this new Independent cause.  You may wonder how a young man from Stirling, who studied for the ministry at the University of Edinburgh, should find himself in rural Cheshire.  The reason lies with Dr Massie, minister of Chapel Street Congregational Church in Salford. When I sought his help in my search for a church to serve he knew that I would not be suited to a place the size of Manchester with 350,000 souls to save. He saw my zeal for the gospel and knew there was a need for God’s word to be preached to the humble inhabitants of these pleasant pastures. It was Dr Massie who gave me a letter of introduction to my fellow countryman and Dissenter Dr Somerville, the schoolmaster, of Hawthorne Hall. And it was God who gave the increase, when every Sunday faithful folk filled the Band Room on Grove Street which Dr Somerville had generously hired. Before that first winter of 1844 even began the building was too small for our needs. Thanks to the generosity of Mr John Jenkins, the Lord of the Manor of Fulshaw, this site was bought and the building we are now in was erected. There are challenges ahead of us, sisters and brothers, make no mistake about this. During the two years while this building has been under construction Wilmslow has been changing. The railway is bringing in a new class of people to make their homes here. Merchants and managers do not often sit among villagers and cottage dwellers. Some of us delight in the noble, spaces of our neo Gothic building while others still prefer the small and friendly Band Room.  The poor children who packed our Sunday School from the start, and now fill our Day school, live very different lives from the children of some newer church members. To grow together we must discover, by God’s grace, ways of interweaving the homespun cloth of the cottage dwellers with the fine fabrics of the mansion owners. We must remain faithful to our Lord and Saviour. Armed with the power of the Spirit, he preached in Nazareth and put into action before their eyes the prophet’s invitation ‘to announce good news to the poor.’
Narrator William Crease resigned from ministry in Wilmslow in 1849, exhausted after five intense years. He died of ill health the following year aged 39. There is no memorial to him apart from this church itself.
Thriving churches often send out new shoots. Joseph Wood, a Victorian deacon of this church, spread its influence far and wide through education.
Joseph Wood From my earliest days here at Fulshaw Chapel my model has been the late, great Dr Somerville who shone the light of education into the lives of the young, both rich and poor. From his home at Hawthorn Hall, a private boarding school for young men from near and far, he went forth on weekday evenings to teach arithmetic, geography, history and the rest to the older boys and young men of this and other churches around these parts without charge. Thus educated they could raise their eyes beyond a life in the mill or factory. His vision inspired our struggling cause to fulfil our intention of running a Day School in the rooms beneath this chapel. His courage stiffened our resolve when, less than four years later, the space proved inadequate and new halls were needed for the older boys and girls. The church’s finances were much called on. Metropolitan folk increased among our ranks but could not always be relied on to replenish the church coffers or give of their time. It was Dr Somerville’s example which emboldened me to accept the invitation of my fellow Deacons here to serve as Superintendent of the Sunday School at the new chapel in Morley. Soon that building also needed speedy extension due to the number of scholars. The villagers, so I am told, call me the ‘Bishop of Morley’. Congregationalism recognises no such title but I trust this is in recognition of my concern for the children I serve and the homes from which they come. Should you pass through Knolls Green, on the road to Mobberley, you may see another chapel and school I have had the privilege of serving. Next year, in 1892, my fellow Congregationalists have elected me as chairman of the Cheshire Congregational Union. As a past treasurer of that body I know the financial demands placed on our churches by mission and service. May God spare me a little longer to do his work with the young and old, the sorrowing and the joyful.
George Shaw My name is George Shaw and I met my future wife, Emily, when we were part of this church.  It is in the nature of growing churches that they are places which introduce future husbands to their wives and then send the new couple out to serve. In 1868 my young wife Emily and I set sail for Samoa. Our future would be in great contrast with the life we had previously led as Sunday School teachers here in Fulshaw Chapel. I exchanged my role as Master of the Day School run by this church for that of Master of a school in Samoa for the children of foreign residents. Within two years, however, the school closed and a new mission field opened up for us on the island of Madagascar. How remarkable that God should already have sent ahead of us a family from Fulshaw Chapel in the form of James Barker, his wife Jane and their three children. Sadly, the island’s heat and poor living conditions sapped their health, and they were obliged to return home on sick leave. Thankfully our family fared better. By God’s grace I worked in the mission field for twenty seven years, advancing the cause of education, writing about the history, culture and current state of the island. Emily devoted herself to the instruction of native women and girls. My most notable experience, which I later discovered was much reported by the press here at home, was being imprisoned for a time by the French. That nation sought to rival the influence of our country on the life and religion of the Madagascan kingdom. It was only after strong protestations from the British Government that I was released. Four years later I returned to Madagascar to open a mission on the south east coast. The island’s forests, rainforests, mountains, central steppe and southern deserts are home to some of the kindest, most hard-working people I have ever known and served.
Narrator So far, we have heard from three Victorian men in the life of this church. Now we hear from three 20th century women. First of these is minister’s wife Mrs Ada Turner.
Mrs Turner In 1904 my husband Horace and I brought our family to live in the manse at Wilmslow, where we would spend the next 16 eventful years with our two sons and four daughters. It was good to exchange the industrial air of Bolton for the fresh breezes of Cheshire. Horace soon impressed everyone with his careful, diplomatic style, masterful conduct of church business and pastoral care. People approved of the new features he introduced such as flowers on the Communion Table and incandescent lighting instead of gas. They also liked the new Church Magazine, which printed Horace’s sermons and news about church activities.
By far the greatest trial of Horace’s ministry, and all our lives, was The Great War. Horace prayed deeply for guidance as to how best to support families within the congregation and former Day School scholars in the face of war’s suffering and strain. Our son Charles volunteered in November 1914 and served with the Royal Fusiliers on the Ypres front, while our daughter Grace was a Nursing Sister on the home front. Charles refused a commission. He was a Sergeant when, aged twenty four, he was wounded in action in Belgium and died on October 17th, 1918, less than a month before the armistice. The arrival of that telegram telling us of his death was a cruel blow. We had just begun to allow ourselves the smallest sliver of hope that, with the war nearing its end, Charles might return home safely to us all. Horace had taken time away from the pulpit for two weeks of solitary contemplation and rest just a few months earlier, as the strain of ministry had been to tell on him. The deep sympathy we all received at the loss of Charles was a great consolation in our sorrow and roles were reversed as the pastor received care from his flock. Even as his wife I do not know what depths of faith and strength Horace drew on to resume his public ministry that November. I am sure that every feeling known to those in the pews may also be experienced by their pastor in the privacy of his own home. Even so, the face the minister shows to the world must be one of faith, patience and humility, for the reassurance of those who turn to him in need. By God’s grace my husband, Horace Turner, has achieved this without fail.
Dr Ruth Massey  I am Dr Ruth Massey. When I qualified as a doctor in 1899 I went to China as a medical missionary. From then on, for many years, I would attend this church while staying with my parents on home visits. Perhaps my status as a qualified doctor set me apart somewhat from the other women in the congregation, for they often seemed a little wary of me at first. Once I had an opportunity of telling them about my work in the women’s hospital at Wuchang, though, they would soon be full of lively questions and interest.  Sometimes they invited women from other Congregational churches in Manchester to come and hear me talk about the conditions of ignorance and oppression faced by many women in China. Over the years of visiting Wilmslow I would often notice the number of capable, gifted yet seemingly unrecognised women in the congregation. I wondered why they were not being considered as potential members of the Deacons Meeting. After all, in the mission field where skills are valued above all else, women take leadership roles in a wide range of spheres. Why should that not be so in the Church at home? After my retirement from the mission field in 1927 I devoted myself to caring for my ailing father in Wilmslow. Once my domestic duties were done each day I pursued my own projects, one of which has been translating English texts into Chinese braille. It came as a surprise when, in 1941 and aged sixty eight, I was invited to become the first woman deacon in this church. Once again it seems that wars are much more effective in advancing the cause of women than periods of peace.
Kathleen Sumner (1924-2011) My name is Miss Kathleen Sumner. I am leaving a gift to the church when I die. Faith has always been the bedrock of my life. Without it I don’t know where I would be now. My older brother Kenneth and I were born and brought up just down the road on Gravel Lane. When the D Day landings were underway his naval landing vessel had been delivering tanks to the Normandy beaches. In the early hours of June 7th his crew were returning to Portsmouth when their vessel was sunk in the darkness of the Solent by a larger Royal Navy ship. Kenneth died soon afterwards of his injuries. Wherever I’ve been his photograph has gone with me. I love children and my work as a teacher was always with those who faced special problems. Our church does a lot for children and young people. The uniformed groups are important and then there’s the links we have with churches in Wythenshawe and east Manchester and South Wales – and further afield in Northern Ireland, Germany, Canada and South Africa. I’ve no husband or children to leave my money to. I hope the church uses my gift one day to do something new that helps people to feel loved and cared for by God.