Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

As I sit here at my desk reflecting on Harvest Services for Sunday (including one which starts at the allotment at Cookham Rise, for which I am hoping it will be dry!) the rain is driving past my window with some force.  I am reminded in a “these poets really don’t know what they are talking about” sort of way, of the famous poem “To Autumn” by Keats:

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close-bosomed friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

……

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er brimm’d their clammy cells.

Well, summer has not o’er brimm'd anything, but has left us bereft, and the mists are driven away by the rain, and the mellow fruitfulness requires rapid harvest if it is not to be lost in mud or water-logged beyond hope.  And yet, we need the rain.  Plants need water, and diminished reservoirs need topping up.  We too need water.  Our bodies are between 55% and 60% made of water.  It is perhaps therefore unsurprising that Jesus should refer to himself as “living water”.  Perhaps he is saying something of the importance of being constantly aware of him in our lives.  Or if not constantly, at least whenever we have a glass of water. 

I have mentioned before my belief that grace before meals is an important part of the daily round of the Christian life; a short moment to re-connect us with God.  I wonder if a few moments of thanksgiving, or confession or intercession every time we took a drink of water would increase our prayer intake as well.  After all, streams of living water may flow, but it is up to us to dip our cups in the water of life and drink.

God bless,

Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

As we celebrate harvest time, we are reminded of God’s abundant provision in nature and in our lives. The harvest season calls us to pause, give thanks, and reflect on the generosity of God, who sustains us materially and spiritually. 

In Deuteronomy 26:10, we are instructed to present the "firstfruits" of the land as an offering to God. This passage highlights the importance of gratitude. The firstfruits were not just about crops, but about acknowledging God’s role as the ultimate giver. In the same way, as we gather our harvest today—whether literal or symbolic—we too are called to offer the best of ourselves: our talents, time, and service to others.

This harvest season also challenges us to think beyond our own blessings and consider those in need. The Methodist tradition teaches that gratitude is incomplete without action. As John Wesley famously said, “Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can.”

So, as we give thanks for the fruits of the earth, let us also look to how we can share that abundance with others, especially those who may not have enough. The harvest is an invitation to both gratitude and generosity, reminding us that the gifts we receive from God are meant to be shared.

A prayer for Harvest:

Loving Creator,
We thank you for the beauty and bounty of the earth.
As we celebrate this harvest time, fill our hearts with gratitude for your abundant provision.
Help us to use what we have wisely, and share it with those in need.
May we bear fruit not just in our fields, but in our lives, as we live out your call to love and serve others.
Amen.

This week, let us cultivate both gratitude and generosity, living out the spirit of the harvest in all that we do.

God bless

Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

It seems impossible that this Sunday marks the first day of autumn. Surely it was only just the other day that we started 2024. Where did the summer go? Where did the year go? Time, as we know, just keeps galloping on. Through good times and bad the days run by and they seem to run faster and faster as we get older.

This week, the good and the bad have come so thick and fast that they have almost fallen over each other. There has been much sadness at Windsor as we say “goodbye” to two well-loved members who have gone to Glory, and yet at the same time, three people were given notes to preach at the Local Preachers’ meeting on Thursday – truly something to celebrate.

Jesus’ ministry must have felt similarly exhausting in its ups and downs. He healed the sick, fed the multitudes, only to have them fall away when he told them he had to die – that the good times must share space with the bad. He proclaimed God’s kingdom come, and was condemned for letting his disciples eat without undertaking the full ritual hand-washing. He died, but rose again to meet with Mary in the garden. The speed of the ups and the downs, the highs and the lows, must have been bewildering.

It is no wonder that throughout the Gospel account, we see examples of Jesus seeking to take himself away from the crowds and spend time alone with God. As he walked on the hillside near Galilee, or through the streets of Jerusalem, he was reminded of the great promises of God. These promises of salvation and protection and love can be found throughout the Bible from the Creation to the end of Revelation. God loves us. He protects us. He goes before us to prepare a place. He celebrates with us in the good times and grieves with us in the bad. Nothing can separate us from his love. And while his supporting, nurturing love goes on, he continues to build his Church, and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it.

Whether this autumn marks for you the beginning of a new time of exploring and studying, training and preparation, or a time of grieving and of letting go, this is true: that “God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” My prayer is that each of us should be able to find just a little slowing down time, to reflect on the truth of that well-loved verse.

God bless, Vicci

Fairtrade Fortnight from Mon, 9 Sept 2024 – Sun, 22 Sept 2024

Fairtrade Fortnight 2024 will run from the 9th of September – 22nd of September. It's 30 years since Fairtrade products first hit the shelves and this year for Fairtrade Fortnight, we're spotlighting how YOU can Be The Change, by choosing Fairtrade every time.

Our goal is more than people just being aware, it’s about them encouraging an active choice to support over 2 million Fairtrade farmers and workers across 58 countries, wherever possible, to ensure they can earn a fairer wage.

This year’s campaign will highlight that however big or small a purchase this Fairtrade Fortnight, you have the power to #BeTheChange.

When you choose Fairtrade, you contribute to a fairer, more sustainable future for food production.

When you choose Fairtrade, you help ensure farmers receive a fairer price for what they grow.

When you choose Fairtrade, you help rebalance power in supply chains.

Taking a step further

Dear Lord,
You call us to a neighbourly love
That is generous in practical ways,
That doesn’t leave by the roadside
Those harmed by sin and greed
But goes out of its way
To bring healing.
Help us to see
How neighbours near and far
Are suffering, their resources stolen
By unjust people and systems.
And fill us, we pray, with your Spirit,
That we may be inspired
To go further each day in using our gifts
Of time and money and talent
Lovingly
In ways that redress injustice
And renew life.
Amen

This information obtained from the Fairtrade Foundation website :  https://www.fairtrade.org.uk

Rev'd Vicci thought for the week

Friends

I had hoped to write you a bright, bubbly piece on the joys of leave and looking forward to the autumn. Instead, turning to the news to ensure that nothing dreadful has happened that I might need to reflect upon, I find that dreadful things have indeed happened, and that lovely though the summer was, there is work to be done.

As I write (Tuesday afternoon) it is to the news that a further group of refugees seeking to reach Britain have been lost in the English Channel with 12 confirmed dead and more missing. Simultaneously, a group of 5 12- and 14-year-olds in Leicester have been arrested for the murder of an 80-year-old man walking his dog. What is going on? While some people are struggling so badly in life, that a rough crossing in an inappropriate vessel to get to inhospitable shores feels like a risk worth taking, others at an age that is both tragically young and definitely old enough to recognise evil, have killed in a brutal and inexplicable act of group violence.

Over the summer, I have been reading a book by Dave Kinnaman called “You Lost Me”. Written in America in 2011, it looks at research on why children who grow up in the Church fall away as young adults. In the end, the answer seems to be that the Church is not able to speak relevantly to the world, or even about the world. Young people who are interested in fashion, finance, medicine, science, media and politics are not finding the Church saying anything in these areas, beyond a kind of generalised “steer clear”, “beware” or even “Here be dragons”!

Sophie and I will be exploring the truth or otherwise of some of this with our young people at Geese over the coming term, not so much because the stories I highlighted above are personally relevant to them, but because they are symptomatic of wider community issues that we must address as a church and as a nation.

Methodism was born in an age of political upheaval where across the water, French nobility was sacrificed on the steps of Madame la Guillotine, and at home, there was a fear that education, spiritual or academic, of the common people would result in the same. Perhaps there are areas in which we need to take up that early banner again!

God bless, Vicci

Fairtrade Fortnight from Mon, 9 Sept 2024 – Sun, 22 Sept 2024

Fairtrade Fortnight 2024 will run from the 9th of September – 22nd of September. It's 30 years since Fairtrade products first hit the shelves and this year for Fairtrade Fortnight, we're spotlighting how YOU can Be The Change, by choosing Fairtrade every time.

Our goal is more than people just being aware, it’s about them encouraging an active choice to support over 2 million Fairtrade farmers and workers across 58 countries, wherever possible, to ensure they can earn a fairer wage.

This year’s campaign will highlight that however big or small a purchase this Fairtrade Fortnight, you have the power to #BeTheChange.

When you choose Fairtrade, you contribute to a fairer, more sustainable future for food production.

When you choose Fairtrade, you help ensure farmers receive a fairer price for what they grow.

When you choose Fairtrade, you help rebalance power in supply chains.

Taking a step further

Dear Lord,
You call us to a neighbourly love
That is generous in practical ways,
That doesn’t leave by the roadside
Those harmed by sin and greed
But goes out of its way
To bring healing.
Help us to see
How neighbours near and far
Are suffering, their resources stolen
By unjust people and systems.
And fill us, we pray, with your Spirit,
That we may be inspired
To go further each day in using our gifts
Of time and money and talent
Lovingly
In ways that redress injustice
And renew life.
Amen

This information obtained from the Fairtrade Foundation website :  https://www.fairtrade.org.uk

A timely prayer from the Church Prayer Group

A timely prayer from Pat via the Church Prayer Group

There are so many voices calling to us in our world today, Lord, but one voice has spoken loud and clear.

We offer ourselves to You now, as your faithful servants.

We offer our minds – to think for You.

We offer our eyes – to see the needs of others.

We offer our voices – to speak for You.

We offer our hands. - to work for Your kingdom.

We offer our feet to walk in Your path.

We offer our hearts – to love You above all, and to love others as much as we love ourselves.

We offer our lives – to be used in Your service, and to the glory of Your name. Accept us, bless us, and use us for Your glory.

Amen

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

As I write this last thought for the week before the summer recess, I wonder how the year can have gone by so quickly.  It is said that gardening is a hobby that is more often taken up by the older people in a community and that this is because time goes more quickly as we age.  Certainly, I am more likely to be pleasantly surprised when I notice green shoots than my grandchildren, who may feel that they have been watching undisturbed patches of barren earth for “months and months”. 

The sweep of the year, accelerating relatively as it does with age, increases our tendency to see everything hopping from one planning session to the next.  Advent, Christmas, Lent, Easter, Pentecost, Harvest, Remembrance each come round in their time, and we lose a little of the importance of that “ordinary” or “proper” time as the Church calls the periods in-between.  Some of you will have been in church when I spoke about it as the “great, green, growing time” which reflects on the idea that the liturgical colour for ordinary time is green.  It’s easy to see this time as the boring bit that fills in between the lows of the traditional fasting seasons of Advent and Lent, and the highs of the great celebrations of Christmas and Easter, but it is more than that.  At their best, these ordinary times help us to understand how to take our faith into our daily living.  We can’t live on the mountain-tops of Easter and Pentecost, and neither should we live in the penitential seasons for too long.  Instead, ordinary time invites us to reflect on daily bread for daily need; on a God who can calm the waters of the sea of Galilee but also calm the storms of our lives; a brother who walks out to us and holds us up when we are floundering, who helps our thinking, and eats breakfast with us when our thinking has finally brought in a catch; a shepherd who speaks to us of lost things: coins and sheep, brothers and sons, and promises us that the lost shall be found. 

As we come into the holiday period, let us give God the glory for the ordinary times, for the daily living of food and drink, play and travel, friends and family, and yes, even life and death.  For God is in all of these things and meets us in the highs and the lows, but also in the ordinary and perhaps there, in the ordinary, is also where we grow as disciples, as prayer warriors, as followers of the living God. 

God bless, Vicci   

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

On the 14th of July 1865, the British climber, Edward Whymper reached the top of the Matterhorn – the first ever to do so.  He was part of a team of six and it was his eighth attempt.  The upward ascent was surprisingly easy, but after an hour of enjoying the magnificent view under a wind-whipped shirt (they had forgotten to bring a flag!) the group decided it was time to turn homeward.  On the way down, things were much tougher, and the mountaineers roped themselves together.  When one slipped, the back three, Whymper and two guides, were able to secure themselves.  The front four however had no chance when the rope snapped, and they went sliding down the mountain to their deaths. 

The event was seen as the end of the “golden age of Alpinism” which up until then had seen very few deaths.  Thus the great achievement became also the great ending, although such is human nature that when Queen Victoria, who had lost a relative in the accident, declared that no-one of royal blood should attempt the climb ever again, every Tom, Dick and Harry wanted to have a go at the previously unconquerable mountain. 

Why did they climb it?  There is something is there not, about going somewhere where others have never been, climbing something that is so difficult that when you get there, you really know you have done something? 

In the story of the Tower of Babel, told in Genesis 11:1-9, humans wanted to climb all the way to heaven.  Building a tower that they hoped would reach to God, they were struck down: the tower broken, the people scattered and for the first time, they spoke multiple languages, so that it was harder for people to understand each other.  Perhaps we have always longed for the heights in one way or another.

The faithful following of a path of simple, loving discipleship is not a glamorous climb, but a hard slog.  Following, fully following, the way of Christ, demands that we test each step: Is this truly loving?  Does it exclude anyone?  Is it at odds with what I understand the Bible to say?  If so, what do others say that the Bible means when it says this thing?  There is risk, but there is also joy and whatever happens, for good or for ill, we can know that while we remain tethered to the Lord, the rope that holds us will never break.

God bless, Vicci

ALIVE! To Tell The Story! – your feedback

This was a truly wonderful, well attended performance. Those of us fortunate enough to be present were amazed by the talent of the choir, soloists, and performers from across our circuit. We are very grateful for the professionalism of Rev’d Vicci leading this, and all the hours of rehearsing put in by the singers and actors. Thanks to everyone involved and a special thanks to Jane for all her delicious home-made cakes and scones served during the break - enjoyed by all!

Friends

This Sunday, the 30th of June, marks the anniversary of the launch of the first ever emergency number.  The 999 number was introduced in London after a house fire in Wimpole Street in 1935 in which five women died.  Launched in 1937, it was later extended to the whole country.  When 999 was dialled, a buzzer sounded and a red light flashed in the exchange to attract an operator’s attention. 

When the new service was launched, a notice in the Evening News advised the public how to use it:

“Only dial 999… if the matter is urgent; if for instance, the man in the flat next to yours is murdering his wife, or you have seen a heavily masked cat burglar peering round the stack pipe of the local bank building. 

If the matter is less urgent, if you have merely lost little Towser or a lorry has come to rest in your front garden, just call the local police.”

There are many things about this story that might interest us: the comparatively short length of time from the fire in November 1935 to June 1937 is one.  In this 18-month period, the powers that be decided that they must stop the repeat of such a tragedy; figured out what to do about it; invented a system; and then launched it.   I also love the Evening News advice – how much less burden there would be on our own over-stretched emergency services if people paid attention to when it was an appropriately serious event to dial 999 for.

As Christians however, we have an additional service to draw on, whether we want a cosy chat, or to send up emergency flares.  We call it prayer.  The wonderful thing about prayer is that it’s not us who have to decide whether or not to call.  God is available to us 24/7 and although he decides when to respond, he listens instantly.  God may sometimes say “No,” or “Not yet,” to a request, but he never says: “You are held in a queue; the operator will be with you as soon as possible.”  He never says, “That is not something you should have dialled this number about.”   I very much hope that this is not a week in which you have to dial 999 on earth or in heaven, but I also hope it is a week in which all of us remember that the lines to God are always open.

God bless, Vicci

A Reflection by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

During the course of the church year, we celebrate God the Creator at Harvest, we celebrate God the Father and Jesus the Son at Christmas and at Easter, we celebrate God the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, and finally, on the Sunday after Pentecost, we celebrate our belief that God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit are both three distinct expressions of God and also one. The Holy Trinity, three in one and one in three. Over the years, artists, writers and theologians have tried to express this, and every year, preachers lay out our doctrine, with varying degrees of success. Sometimes of course, people are just happy to take it as we say it, without needing to understand it, it just is.

Whoever you are, on what I expect is a sliding scale between the two positions rather than one thing or another, it is true that we are unusual in our affirmation of a God who is three in one and one in three. One of the classic ways of explaining this is to ask someone to stand in front of the congregation and to ask them what they do; who they are to various people. They may reply: “I am a wife, a teacher, a church organist,” as I did when a long-ago preacher asked me to help them in that way. It was a good answer and allowed the preacher to point out that I was indeed one woman, who was expressed in three different ways. All fine and dandy, until the next day when my daughter was asking me to do something while I was doing something else and I said, “I will do it in a bit. Right now I am doing this, and I can’t do two things at once.” To which she replied, “Well, Ian says you can do three things at once!” Not perhaps the message that he had intended to give in his lovely all age address!

However, it is true that we all live multiple lives and do multiple things, and many of us find that to be life-enhancing and energising. It is how we build our community. For others of us, it has become exhausting, and we need to lay down at least one of our multi-faceted beings. On the 14th of June at Windsor Methodist Church, 6pm – 7:30, we are having a fun look at some of the roles in church and circuit using a “speed dating” model. Hosted by our youth group, it will be a lot of fun, even if you don’t need (or want!) another role in the church. Come and see as we continue to grow our community and to serve each other.

God bless, Vicci

A reflection by Rev'd Vicci

Dear Friends

I don’t know about you, but I love it when I learn a new word or expression.  The new one I learned this week was “desire path”.  A desire path is a path that has been created by numbers of people walking where they want to go sufficiently frequently for a path to form in the grass or woodland.  Of course, in the days before the Romans gave us roads, most footways were desire paths, but it reminded me of a book I have on my shelves called “We make the road by walking” by Brian McLaren. 

The book reminds us that none of us, however old, are “done” yet.  We continue being sculpted until the day we die.  As individuals and as communities, we have the option to move forward if we choose and also the freedom to stagnate and regress.

The Bible too speaks of such things, most specifically in that wonderful imagery of the potter and the clay that is found in Jeremiah 18:2-5 when God tells Jeremiah: “’Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message’.  So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel.  But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”

God doesn’t make us walk in one particular way, nor does he force us into one particular shape.  In the same way, the Romans brought roads to Judea, but Jesus and the disciples walked along desire paths at the edge of the desert, in the hills above Galilee, on the Mount of Olives.  Just as Jesus lived in occupied territory but walked in his Father’s way, so we live in a time and place occupied by all the worries, concerns, determination to acquire power, money or things that this life demands of us, and yet we are called, if we choose to follow, to avoid worldly roads, and walk instead upon desire paths leading always towards Jesus and his Father, empowered for the journey by the supporting presence of the Holy Spirit.   

God bless

Vicci

A reflection by Rev’d Vicci Davidson

The lectionary for this Sunday morning includes Acts 10:44-48. In the time from Easter to Pentecost, we hear some of the occurrences in the Acts of the Apostles, reminding us what the Holy Spirit did for them and what we are therefore offered. This little short reading is located in a much wider sweep of story that involves Peter being offered a variety of food in a vision and telling God that he cannot eat it because it is unclean, with God telling him that if he tells him it is now clean, then of course he can eat it. Challenged by this thinking, Peter is then faced with the household of the Gentile Cornelius who has felt called by God to ask Peter to come and explain the Gospel to them. Ultimately, this leads to their baptism as they are filled with the Spirit. “While Peter was still speaking, the Holy Spirit fell upon all who heard the word. The circumcised believers who had come with Peter were astounded that the gift of the Holy Spirit had been pouted out on the gentiles, for they heard the speaking in tongues and extolling God. Peter said: “Can anybody withhold the water for baptising these people, who have received the Holy Spirit just as we have?

It is always a shock when people who we have declared or felt to be “other” than us turn out to have our gifts. How can that be? How can “they” who grew up in a different country, on a different continent, who wear different clothes or eat different food or have had a different education or have a different accent or sense of humour, how can they have our gifts?

For the Jewish people at the time of Jesus, the knowledge that they were God’s chosen people was incredibly significant to their understanding of who they were – their national identity was tied up in it. The idea that started to be developed as the disciples spread out from Jerusalem and told the story to the Samaritans and to the Gentiles, encouraging them to establish churches was potentially frightening to those who had so much invested in the idea that there was one true God, and they had him.

I wonder if we are not sometimes guilty of similar thought patterns, albeit reinterpreted for our own times? The day we truly wake up to the idea that God does not have favourites is the day everything changes.

God bless,

Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

When I was at primary school, we would colour in a piece of paper in thick rainbow colours and then colour that over with black crayon.  Then we would use something sharp and pointed, perhaps the end of a set of compasses, to draw into it, the black crayon would reveal the colour underneath and we would end up with multi-coloured pictures.  When we talk about Jesus dying so that our sins are forgiven, or our being “washed in the blood of the lamb” we are using language that tries to explain that underneath the stuff that gets in the way of God and our relationships with other people there is a beautiful and wonderful person – the Bible tells us that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made”.  The word “fearfully” here means “awe-inspiring” and God is working with us all the time to cut through that crayoned top layer of mess and sin and confusion and get to the beautiful stuff underneath that he knows is there because he put it there.

Sometimes, part of what gets in the way between us and God or us and healthy relationships with the rest of the world, is pain – physical pain, mental pain, the pain of grief.  I am always moved by the many ways in which some people are able to take the pain of grief and cut through the top layer to the beauty underneath it by doing something good in memory of the person who has died.  On Sunday at Windsor, Carolyn Keston from Rosie’s Rainbow Fund will be coming to speak to us during the service and her story is in that mode – I hope that all the Windsor folk reading this will try to attend. 

However, it’s not just the big things that we want God to cut through to but the gentle, ongoing trying and trying again to do our best in the face of difficulty.   In the words of the old hymn: “I trace the rainbow through the rain, and feel the promise is not vain that morn shall tearless be.”  There is a feeling of worry in many of our churches at the moment around dwindling numbers, and so in particular I would encourage you to cut through that by marking in your diaries the next two big circuit events: The Easter Offering Service at 3pm on the 12th of May at Hampshire Avenue and the Circuit Musical production “Alive to Tell the Story” at 3pm on the 23rd of June at Windsor.  Christ is the light in the darkness and the rainbow at the end of the storm.

God bless, Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

I love the gardener in the story of that first resurrection Sunday. Now, I know what you are thinking: “Vicci, there is no gardener! The gardener was Mary’s mistake. She saw Jesus and thought he was the gardener.” But let’s think about that. Mary had been spending considerable time with Jesus who often stayed with her and her brother and sister in Bethany. She knew what he looked like.

When Jesus came out of the tomb, he cannot have been wearing anything. His clothes had been divided among the soldiers and the cloak his mother had woven him was gambled for in a game of dice. The grave clothes which he had been wrapped in were left behind in the grave. Jesus must have come out of the tomb naked. Who did he meet? Well, we know there would have been a gardener around or Mary wouldn’t have assumed the gardener had taken his body. She wouldn’t have assumed that Jesus was the gardener. She would have said, “Wow, you’re a gardener. That’s unexpected!” There was a gardener, it just wasn’t the person that Mary met.

My suggestion is however, that he was the person that Jesus met. Arriving naked from the tomb, walking in the garden as the first man and woman walked in the garden of Eden, “a second Adam to the fight and to the rescue came” as the old hymn has it. Jesus met the gardener who must have said to him something like this: “Mate, you can’t wander around here like that. What are you thinking? It’s not decent!” Whatever Jesus said to him in response I don’t know, but it must surely have elicited the offer of the gardener’s spare gardening outfit. Mary mistook Jesus for the gardener because that was how he was dressed.

As I said, I love the gardener in the story of that first resurrection Sunday. If I wonder if I too would have fallen asleep on Maundy Thursday while Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane, I hope that I would have offered him something to wear when he rejoiced before God in his resurrection. We rarely get to be Jesus to the people in our lives. Even when we try to reflect his light, we often get it wrong. Alas, we are all too human! Yet perhaps on the good days, we too can be the gardener, and offer comfort and dignity to those who are coming through difficult times.

God bless, Vicci

Easter thoughts by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

As you read this, Easter is just around the corner – or may even have arrived.  For some, it may have passed by almost un-noticed and for others, it will have been an opportunity to celebrate with family and friends, perhaps to have an Easter egg hunt with children or just a welcome extra couple of days off.  But for Christians, this is the culmination of 46 days of preparation since we used up our eggs and flour on Shrove Tuesday, reminded ourselves that we are but dust and to dust we shall return on Ash Wednesday and passed through 40 days of fasting and 6 days of Sunday; for Sunday, the day of resurrection, can never be a day of fasting.

Last Sunday we passed into Jerusalem behind the Jesus who for one moment, riding on that donkey to the adulation of the crowds, looked as if he might after all be a warrior king.  We followed him to the temple where he overturned the tables of the money lenders and ultimately to the upper room, where he washed his disciples’ feet and sent Judas on his way, telling him to go and do what he had to do.  After we had sung a song, we passed out with him to the Mount of Olives, into the Garden of Gethsemane and wondered at the sleeping disciples who could not keep watch even for one brief hour, hoping we ourselves would or could have done better if it had been our calling.  The following morning we followed him through sham trials and interviews, torture and degradation, beatings, and a sham coronation with a crown of thorns, the ruby red of his blood more precious than any stone.  We walked with him along the Via Dolorosa as Simon was told to carry the cross for him – a carpenter so broken he couldn’t carry a piece of wood; a man who had walked the Holy Land for three years, so exhausted he could scarcely walk the half-mile from the city to Golgotha.   We stood with his friends at the foot of the cross and we heard him cry “It is finished”.  And from Friday until Sunday in different moods and levels of reflection according to our nature and the world around us, we tried to imagine what it was like that first Good Friday when the Son of God died.

But now comes the morning.  Death has lost, life has won.  Morning, Easter morning, has come.   

God bless, Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

During Lent, however much we recall Christ’s time in the desert in our prayers, readings, Church life and liturgy, in Britain at least, there is far too much rain for us to truly identify with the desert experience.  As I write this, when I am going somewhere where I need to look smart and well-pressed, the rain outside my window is not endearing itself to me.  Nevertheless, there are, and always have been, parts of the world where rain is something to be prayed for and welcomed.

After Easter, when I travel north via my friend in Yorkshire and my Uncle and Aunt in the Lake District, I will enjoy driving through lush greenery and fields of sheep and lambs, all of it courtesy of the rain.  When I arrive at my own home on Bute, the rain there (and it rains a lot!) will ensure beautiful woodland walks and hillside strolls.  We may not love the rain while it is actually raining, but we benefit usually from its results.  (Although of course, when Paul said “Moderation in all things” he may not have been thinking about the weather, but it definitely applies!)

Like our gardens, our countryside and our national parks, our lives too flourish where they are watered.  In the great waiting periods of Lent and Advent, we are encouraged to water our spiritual lives in times of meditation, contemplation and discipline.  Giving something up, hard though it may be, helps us to focus on the spiritual.  As we water our spiritual lives, so they flourish and grow, ready to burst forth into glory at the celebration that follows, whether that be the natural glory of the spring at Easter, or the artificially created decorations of Christmas. 

In these days when shops encourage us to celebrate without preparation and preferably all the time, and life is lived so fast that we struggle to find any time for contemplation, study or spiritual discipline, I wonder if that part of our lives is in a Lenten desert?  If we do not consider the love of God for his creation, how can we care for the environment?  If we do not consider the face of God in all whom we meet, how can we care for those who struggle most in our society?  If we do not have time to consider these things, how can we think of action?  And if there is truth in that thought, how can we water the spiritual element of our lives and the lives of those around us?

God bless, Vicci  

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

At the Stanley Spencer Gallery this week, we were looking at the picture entitled “Consider the Lilies.” In it, Christ is kneeling down, looking with immense concentration at some daisies, his hands on the ground almost embracing the patch of earth and plants that he is looking at. Spencer painted it in the style of an earlier work where he had observed his daughter as a toddler examining the garden with similar concentration, interest, and love.

We could of course see this imagery as quite frightening. The idea that a large and powerful toddler is paying acute attention to us and might at any moment decide that they were no longer interested, or that it would be amusing to squash, pick, or stamp on us is an awful thought, and it is how the Greeks saw their pantheon of gods who interfered in or ignored the lives of the world’s people on a whim.

The God of the Christians is very different. Wanting to fully understand humanity, he came down to live among us, not to take, to play or to despoil, but to give. He fed, healed, restored and ultimately died for our salvation – the long-term healing of our souls - in an act that prepared us for eternity. As the last verse of “Away in a manger” says “bless all the dear children in thy tender care, and fit us for heaven, to live with thee there.” The long-term healing of our souls is indeed what prepares us for heaven.

You may feel it is slightly odd of me to be speaking in terms of Christmas carols in these weeks where we are rapidly moving through Lent to Easter. But we would not have Easter had we not had Christmas, and Christmas would not have mattered if we had not had Easter – the two are inextricably linked. This week too, we have Mothering Sunday, a day when those in service returned to their Mother Church before going back to the families they worked for. It is perhaps an appropriate time to be thinking of Mary, the archetypal mother.

There is something wonderfully comforting about Stanley Spencer’s picture. Something that suggests that God intimately knows and cares for us, keeping us safe from anything that might come galloping across the lawn, loving us and wanting to understand us better, as we want to understand him. May this Lent continue to strengthen that desire in you.

God bless, Vicci

Thought for the week by Rev'd Vicci

Friends

This Sunday as we follow our Lenten liturgy, we will place the bag of coins on the cross. The first two weeks, we remember what Christ gave to us: first his body and blood in the bread and the wine, and secondly his loving, servantkingliness as we recall his washing his disciples’ feet with the bowl and the towel. Now we turn from his giving to the human response and the first one is the bag of coins. This represents the 30 pieces of silver that Judas was paid for betraying Christ. Why 30? Well, that was the price of an adult male slave at that time and in that place. So the King of Kings, the Son of God, is sold and the price is the price of any adult male at the time.

We are given so much in our own lives: education, access to healthcare free at the point of need, freedom to practice our faith. The rule of law, public utilities, rubbish collection, fire brigade response to our need and so on are all a part of our lives that is so obvious to us, that we only really notice it when something goes wrong. Yet I wonder whether, in response to all these good things, we too are tempted to sell some people down the river? It is so easy to judge some as not deserving, so easy to be frustrated by other people’s needs, so easy to want to exclude some people from the good stuff.

Jesus will go on walking this uncomfortable path from now all the way to Good Friday. We will remember that after he is sold, he is whipped, tormented and ultimately crucified. It is easy to forget that these things were not unique to him, but are common practices used for millennia to subjugate people and to gain power and wealth through the suffering of others. This story is the story of the Son of God who came to this earth to suffer and die so that our sins might be atoned for, but it is also the story of humanity and our constant need to have more than we deserve and to control the world around us. As we continue our Lenten journey, the understanding that we are as much like the Pharisees as we are like the disciples, unpalatable though it is, is an important one. It reminds us that seeking to walk in Jesus footsteps is not an easy thing to do and that our very humanity draws us towards a more selfish outlook. It also reminds us that we have a pattern to follow and strength to draw on when we seek to follow the Jesus way.

God bless,

Vicci