Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Assembly Thoughts

 

It is only Tuesday but it feels already that we've been deliberating long and hard.
I have noticed a strange atmosphere this year - there feels to be fewer folks really engaging in the debate; there seems to be  reluctance to stand up and be counted. 

Saturday, we made a momentous decision, which will send ripples across our church and beyond. And later in the week, we will begin the process of discussing the solemnisation of marriage - what will that bring? 
Today, as we discussed social justice, and education and politics, and nuclear arms and our response to Israel Palestine the gathering was almost subdued... fewer points discussed; fewer amendments and addenda.... the hall waits with baited breath, for the next seismic shift.

Where will it take us?
What will we see?
How will we respond? 

When we return to our parishes and presbyteries we report our diligence - that we attended, that we took our part, that we engaged with the work of the church across the world. 
and what then?
 how do we, how do I respond and take that message, that hope, that engagement and make of it something beautiful, exciting and new. It's only Tuesday - but already the questions are piling up! 


Monday, 11 May 2015

B.E.E Reflections....

BEE Feeto in the centre of the labyrinth
 I have always remembered it was a random Friday Five that set us off... except, when I look back, it was actually a post by Teri about RGBP's 8th birthday... 
It was all about sharing birthday wishes - what we would wish for...

and I included a wish that we could have a Scottish Event.... like, but not the same as, the Big Events that happen on a cruise ship.

Immediately several people said YEAH!!!! 

So, began a wee adventure - chatting among some of the Scottish Gals

Chatting with Martha over the interweb... which also resulted in me becoming the Monday Prayer Gal! 

The Lindisfarne Group

We talked about the how, the when, the where, the who.... and so we created BEE - Big Event Scotland
On Friday 17th April - I was at Edinburgh Airport to meet Celeste
and a couple days after that a couple of the Canadian Gals - Karen 7 Jan also arrived. Meantime over that weekend, many other gals were gathering... in our capital city.

Setting out on the Pilgrim Way


On Tuesday 21st April we gathered, from Scotland and England, from the US and Canada - to listen and to share and to smile and to laugh.
Ruth Everhart was our presenter - taking us on a Pilgrim Journey - through the Holy Land and beyond.

We explored our own thoughts about what a pilgrim journey is all about
How do you journey without leaving home?

There were 19 of us, and everyone loved it; we entered into some pretty deep sharing too - the intensity of the days together, stripping back natural reserves and hesitancy. 
I had asked for some feedback, soundbites, comments from those who attended - I got this great email from Sue: 

 "It was such a wonderful time in every way. We were nurtured in mind, body, and spirit. We laughed and learned and felt the power of God's Spirit dancing in our midst." 
Working hard....

Following the four days in Edinburgh, there was an optional follow on - to become Pilgrims on the Holy Island of Lindisfarne.... 11 of the 19 made that journey - travelling by taxi and train and car, across a causeway that is covered twice per day by the tide. 

Here we were led by Rachel Poolman - RevGal extraordinaire and warden of the St Cuthbert's Centre on Holy Island. 
It was indeed a holy time.

The day passed so quickly - it was gone in a flash, but it was a good, good time. 

There was a funny story from Libby - about doing "The Things" - and according to those who attended - we did the Thing. and it was great! 

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Sermon 3rd May - Gospel Life

Romans 1: 1-17
Faith, church and everything

Some twenty years ago, as I sat in a pew pondering what God was calling me to do I listened to my minister addressing us, the congregation as friends, his friends. I clearly remember pondering this form of address. “My friends...” “Friends, I want to tell you, explain this, talk about that...”

I wasn’t sure then about this way to talk from the pulpit.
It seemed strange to my ears and I could not decide if I liked it or not.
Some ten years ago as my probation was drawing to a close and I began to seek my first call I came across a man who also used that address, of friends, before addressing a group. He was the convener of a nominating committee, and it was he who eventually was to call me to my first charge.
The phrase still seemed a little incongruous to me; and it is not a form of address I have ever felt the need to use.
Why am I telling you this, you may wonder?!

Well my friends!
This is the first time I have really felt that phrase means something to me; and it is in part due to the historic use; part due to the apostle Paul and for the most part due to you.
For I truly feel you are my friends
I feel so very blessed to be your minister
I feel so very loved and supported and cared for by you.

The Epistles to churches – Romans, Ephesians, Galatians and all the rest, are letters of love and instruction and care. Letters from a pastor to his people. And, for many of those letters, Paul was writing to people he had never met, or had met only occasionally, yet his letters are addressed to friends.
They include instruction and encouragement, chastisement and praise, explanation and the story of Jesus – but they are all written with holy love from one to another, greeting each church as friends, brothers and sisters in Christ. They are not afraid of upsetting, nor are they worried about being correct.

The Gospel is the Gospel
It needs to be declared, shared and lived... and that is what Paul does.
 As he writes this letter to Rome, a church he has heard great things of, a church he yearns to see, but a church he is unlikely to visit, he wants to bring the gospel alive; he wants them to grasp it, know it – live it.
He calls them friends
And he offers them love
And we will visit with this letter again over the next few weeks...

Letters can seem a bit old fashioned
Hand writing is so passé!
(Who here remembers homework of pages and pages of practise letters and words?)
Paper, pen, words, legible hand writing... envelope, stamps, and a walk to  the post box... all take so much effort compared to typing a quick email and pressing send.
Or the even quicker, tapping a screen and sending a text

Yet – who here doesn’t experience a little smile when the envelope on the mat is not a typed, brown envelope, or printed statement?

An envelope with your name, written in ink, by someone’s hand is such a joy!
Whether it’s a thank you, or an invite, or news of family or friends – it is such a thrill!
When I began training for ministry a good friend who had not long been ordained advised me to get a pretty gift bag and put the nice letters and cards in it. She suggested that over the years there would be letters; and then there would be the harder times; the difficult days – that having those letters to hand would serve to lift the spirits and remind me (& her) of why we do these things.
She was right of course. I’m now onto my fourth or fifth bag; and I do look over those letters and remember the people, events and places in the words I read.
In my loft I have other letters too; from my grandma; from my various aunts; from friends in my teens, when the only way to communicate was by pen and paper. They too are full of love and joy and evoke memories...

This is the spirit of Paul’s letters too: sending love and joy; encouragement and support in the written word. He may not have been able to get there in person, but he could send them a message.

Letter writing may be becoming a lost art; but some things remain true come what may:
The gospel: Jesus Christ – son of God; who lived as a descendant of the great King David – revealed to the world by his death and resurrection
The faithful: people like those Romans in that first church; and people like you.
Living lives of faith, sharing God’s love in the actions of your every day; inspiring each other and inspiring me.
That faith connects us to God; and God takes our efforts and blesses them – this simple gospel – Jesus, Son of God carries great power, for through it we are saved, and through it we can claim the promises of God

The reading we heard today is just the beginning of a very long letter to the church in Rome; Paul begins by setting the stage: here I am; this is who Jesus is; this is God’s plan for God’s people.
I wish I could visit, but meantime here is an outline of everything you need to know:
I have complete confidence in this gospel: God’s power saves us (not anything we can do); God power is for all humanity; and the answer to everything is faith – beginning and end: faith.
The church – our church is built on faith, and everything else will follow: for with faith we know God and we live.
Gospel life: faith, church and everything
And that’s a promise we can live by.
Amen




Monday, 27 April 2015

There's a Woman in the Pulpit

Oh the frustration!
The Book...
 My book... the thing I worked on and wrote for, and played with and prayed over.... was at home.
And I, was  not.
So I would have to wait... four long days...
However, those four days were spent in the company of RevGals - the authors and subjects of the book. So I may have been a little impatient and frustrated, but I was in such good company, it made the waiting better - and I would simply need to be patient. Sharing in the love and sacrament of sharing and giving and loving; this was not life and death, it was life and life!

Patience... hmm, that's one of the topics
sacrament - yes that's one too
life and death - yep that too

This book contains the tears and laughter and hope and contemplations and reflections and prayers and ideas of women who are single and married and mothers and sisters and daughters and nieces and aunts and grandmothers and beautiful - so beautiful through and through.
These women all also happen to be - Revs... they call us minister, or priest, or vicar, or pastor, or Mother or Sister, or Reverend... and this is our story, our song, our spirit our joy.
 

Reading this book will change you; it will make you cry, and laugh out loud and think. And yes- of course I am biased. But last night and this morning as I read, the tears flowed, and my heart swelled and I was so PROUD, yes proud to be one of these RevGals, and honoured to be included in this book. Our book. My book. 
Read it
Love it
Share it
You will not regret it. 


It's available from Eden Christian Books in the UK 
http://www.eden.co.uk/shop/theres-a-woman-in-the-pulpit-4322483.html

And on Amazon and Kindle... 

There's a woman in the pulpit and that woman is me.




Friday, 24 April 2015

The Bold Pilgrim

The Bold Pilgrim 

I am going to go
To go and find it..
Something, in the noise or the silence,
In the stillness or the busyness
Something to touch and heal and feed and nourish

Where are you going?
What will you be
Who will you see
Why are you doing this?

I am going to stillness
I am going to go
That is all

Yes, but why, and what and where?
And who will take you?
And how will you fill the days?

I am going to go
Going to quiet
To wander
Without a plan
Without a goal
Simply to wander...

Yes
But...

No.
Just be.


Thursday, 23 April 2015

Superwomen



I am superwoman
Not A superwoman... 
Just superwoman
This does not give me powers, or magical things
Apart from the magic that is
Womanhood
The feminine
The persona of woman..

And what is woman?
She is tall and short, slim and more so
She is old and young 
She has curly hair, straight hair, blonde, brown and grey hair
She has many years experience and she is just starting out.

She has children, or never gave birth but still mothers creation,
She can do anything she sets her mind to

And if someone, tells her
"You can't do that... You're a girl..."
She does it anyway

Because she is, I am, we are
SUPERWOMAN! 

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Sermon: Surprising God!

Acts 10: 1-35
(God of surprises...or what Peter did next)

A couple of weeks ago, over Easter weekend, as many of you know we had some of the family staying; during the weekend, Lara was shocked to hear raised voices coming from the kitchen, and horrified, asked Jamie if that was Alastair  and me arguing. After a moment’s reflection Jamie said, “No, that’s mum shouting at a politician on the TV!”

We have reached the season of extreme rhetoric; and I am increasingly avoiding every news programme, bulletin and current affairs programme because all it does is make my blood boil.
In my younger days I was an ardent political junky; I lapped it up; supported and enthused over one party and generally saw the world through one dimension. I was assured, confident and knew (in my own mind) what was right and what was wrong.
The older I got however, the less assured I became. For suddenly the old views seemed naive and unrealistic. I realised that in a bid for power, politicians were willing to compromise, not just the small stuff, but the big stuff too. And it became clear to me that one single truth simply did not exist.
So now I find I cannot listen to debates and interviews, because no one will answer a direct question; the presenters badger and the politicians bluster.
What, you may be thinking, has this got to do with Peter’s vision?!
Peter had, his whole life followed a very strict set of rules and instructions. He knew without doubt what was right and what was wrong; what was allowed and what was forbidden; who he could speak to, spend time with, and who was considered unclean, unacceptable.

It is hard for us today, to hear the retelling of this encounter between Peter and Cornelius and understand the enormity of it.
It is as outrageous and extreme as the idea of Ed Milliband and David Cameron entering into an agreement to work together.
It seems utterly impossible and offensive.

Peter needed to have that vision more than once because for him it really was going against everything he believed about the world. He knew the score:
Gentiles – you do not associate with; you do not visit with – they were unclean
Food – strict laws attached to what was eaten and how it was prepared
Rules & rituals – for every occasion there was a ritual attached, from how to cook, to how to prepare to eat, and what to do if you were accidentally contaminated.
For Peter this encounter with Cornelius turned everything upside down
Suddenly everything he knew and understood up to that point no longer made sense...
I wonder if he remembered Jesus words?
“What goes into a man’s mouth does not make him unclean, but what comes out of his mouth...” not food but words.

This encounter cannot be underestimated.
Up to this point, the good news was for Jews; if non Jews wanted to become followers of Jesus then they were expected first to become Jews. For Peter a great light was suddenly shining down, Cornelius was there, waiting to hear about God’s plan, and Peter suddenly saw it all:
 “I now realize that it is true that God treats everyone on the same basis. 35 Those who fear him and do what is right are acceptable to him, no matter what race they belong to.”

Suddenly Peter realised that the Good News he and the others had been tasked with sharing was so much bigger than they had thought – when Jesus had given his final instruction to them, he really did mean ALL nations – not just the twelve tribes, but every nation, in every corner of the world... thus began the greatest mission in all history.

Peter’s revelation through his vision, is a wonderful insight for us too.

God surprises!
We have a surprising God, and God can take us to places we do not expect. If you had told the 20 year old Julie what would happen to her, where she would live; places she would visit; things she would do – well, I know for sure I would not have believed it; or I would have been appalled, outraged, horrified and dismayed.

Yet here I am; 35 years on from 20 year old me.
Living in a different place
Part of a different denomination
Doing a job I would have considered was totally beyond my capabilities
Viewing the world in a totally different way
And living in a way I would never have believed possible.

We are blessed to follow a surprising God
Who has plans for us we will never know about – until the time is exactly right
And then, when the penny drops, the lights turn on
Life will never be the same again

What a blessing!
Amen.