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Tuesday, 7 September 2021

Worship words for 12 Sept - P16

Ugh, life has been a little too busy!!
Must get my act together a wee bit more on this poor neglected blog.
in the meantime, some worship words for this Sunday, focusing upon the reading from James 3:1-13 and the power of words...

Sticks and stones/
The wee ditty rings out:
‘sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but names will never hurt me.’

Bravado that rings hollow.

Words matter,
words batter
and bruise the heart,
the soul.   

Words shatter –
words scatter
glassy shards
of self-image, 
diminish
those created
in God’s likeness,
‘til all that once was whole
lies broken.

Be mindful
of the certain poisoned sweetness
of the tongue.
  c.Nik Mac 2021

Blessing/
May the Word of Life
breathe love into all you say.
Speak well and speak wisely,
console and speak kindly.
Speak truth to power.
Leave space for others to speak.

In all you say—
bless and encourage,
comfort and inspire.
May your words be loving,
life-giving,
honouring the God
in whose image
all are made,
the One who spoke creation into being,
and who speaks words of blessing to us
this day and every day. 
  c.Nik Mac 2021

Tuesday, 9 February 2021

Transfigured

original painting by Dominic Martinelli - see:
https://www.dominicmartinelli.com/blog/the-transfiguration/
A wee reflection for this upcoming Transfiguration Sunday...

Transfigured                                              
Scrambling and scrabbling over scree, 
snaking their way along ridges 
on the barest of trails, 
they climb,
leaving earthly things behind. 
Clambering with effort around crags, 
avoiding cliff edges, 
looking up occasionally, and feeling dizzy, 
still they follow him. 
He ascends the heights 
like Moses did so long ago, 
he, who wrote the Law on stone. 

They pause awhile upon the mountaintop, 
almost, but not quite, the roof of the world, 
and suddenly, the light is blinding, 
bright, white; 
searing the scales from disciples’ eyes. 
And for a moment, here, closer to the heavens, 
they see him for who he truly is: 
magnificent and glorious, 
majestic. 
Shining amid rocky pinnacles 
the humble rabbi 
is transfigured – 
shot through with shafts of 
burning brilliant white, 
exalted, 
conversing in illustrious company. 
Moses, the Law maker, 
Elijah, the prophet, 
return to the mountaintop 
to meet with the Messiah – 
transcendent anointing. 

Senses ravished by unearthly beauty, 
desperate to stay, 
Peter babbles of pitching tents, 
unable to understand 
the mystery and glory of the moment. 
It passes. 
They slope back down from the summit, 
subdued, and told to keep the secret: 
a truth that they cannot comprehend 
when they descend 
and are more earthly-minded. 
And only after pain and grief, 
execution, 
and a resurrection 
will they truly see him for who he is once more. 
            c.Nik Mac

Tuesday, 18 August 2020

Labels

Noodling about with the idea of identity in this week's reading from the RCL:
Matt 16:13-20, I was reminded of an old sketch by Rikki Fulton, in his persona of the 
Rev. I. M. Jolly, commenting on a baptism and forgetting the child's name.
'Spindonna Jaiket' comes the reply from the father.
The Rev. is bemused by these strange new names that people feel the need to come up with...
he begins the baptism 'I baptise thee, Spindonna, in the name of...'
and is interrupted hastily by same parent, pointing to the label on the wee one's gown upon
which the child's name has been pinned -
'No you fool, there! There! Spindonna jaiket!'
[which in a good Weegie accent = It's pinned on her jacket]
From that ridiculously silly sketch, I began thinking about labels and identity and the questions 
Jesus poses to his disciples -
'Who do people say I am?'
and
'Who do you say I am?'

Anyway, from my noodling and silly dialect sketches came the following:

Labels/
Labels: 
John, the baptiser;
Elijah, ravens’ friend
(and occasional flame thrower);
weeping Jeremiah, perhaps,
in an echoing well?
A prophet –
just a random
one for any occasion?
The expectations of the people
are pinned on Jesus’ jacket
but cannot
pin him down.

Another label:
the One,
the Son
not just any old son...
this One
is of the Living God.
Not wood,
not stone
but flesh and blood
and bone.

Somehow,
in the mystery,
God has put skin on
trying on ‘human’
for size:
becoming
a waymarker
pointing us
to life
less wooden,
to hearts
less stony;
showing,
in who He is,
whose we are
and what it means
to fully live.
Our expectations of the Promised Messiah
are pinned on Jesus' jacket...
while we
are pinned as Jesus’ own.

c.Nik Mac 2020

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Sermon for Trinity Sunday 2014: 'A Trinity of Love'

And so to Trinity Sunday... gave a brief nod to sermon preached several years back with regard to referring to Rublev's icon 'The hospitality of Abraham'.  

Had stumbled upon the legend of St Augustine during the week, so decided to do a little creative rewriting of the story.  Had wondered if, in the telling of the story, the congregation might be poised waiting for a punch-line...and hoped they wouldn't: was wanting to build an initial atmosphere of the strange and mysterious.  Was pleased: it worked
Earlier on in the service, read 'Three', a reading for 3 voices.  

'THREE'
[not sure of the source for this reading, but will happily credit it if someone knows!]

All 3 voices     We believe in God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Voice 1     The three in one and one in three,
Voice 2     God in three persons
Voice 3     Blessed Trinity.
All 3 voices      We believe in the God who came to meet us in Jesus Christ,
Voice 1     Born as one of us,
Voice 2     Preaching and teaching amongst us,
Voice 3     Dying, rising and ascending to bring us life.
All 3 voices     A story in three parts:
Voice 1     Wise men from the east bringing three                
                 gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, to worship the newborn Christ child.
Voice 2     As a teenager he stayed behind in the Temple for three days 
                to argue with the elders.
Voice 3     As a man, he was tempted three times by Satan in the wilderness.
Voice 1     His ministry lasted only three years, yet his teachings survive into the third millenium.
Voice 2     There were three people present at the transfiguration, 
                Peter, James and John, who witnessed Jesus talking with Moses and Elijah.
Voice 3     Nearing the end of his ministry, Jesus vowed to destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days.
Voice 1     He spoke three times about his impending death.
Voice 2     He overheard Peter deny him three times in the High Priest's courtyard in 
                his hour of need.
Voice 3     He was led to sacrifice like the prized three year-old lamb 
                specially reserved for the Passover meal.
Voice 1     He stumbled three times on his way to Calvary.
Voice 2     There were three crosses.
Voice 3     Jesus died at three o'clock
Voice 1     and rose again, three days later.
Voice 2     He gave Peter three opportunities to redeem himself by declaring his love.
Voice 3     And commands us to love three times: ourselves, our neighbours and God.
Voice 1     We believe in the Holy Trinity,
Voice 2     God in three persons:
Voice 3     Father, Son and Holy Spirit. 
All 3 voices     We believe in God.

Sermon: 'A Trinity of Love'

May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts 
be acceptable in your sight, 
O Lord, our strength and our Redeemer.  Amen.

It was a mystery.
And he had been puzzling over it for near on 30 years.
He had written thousands upon
thousands of words
and yet, none of them felt adequate.
All of them fell short of the mark.
How do you describe the indescribable?
How do you try to comprehend the incomprehensible?
It was a daunting task;
It was madness:
a work that could never be completed
in a single lifetime.
It was a mystery, a puzzle, an enigma.

One day, as he walked on the beach,
his mind overwhelmed by the
immensity of the task,
he saw a young child playing.
As he watched, the child dug a small hole,
then ran to the water’s edge with a shell in hand.
Gently, carefully, the child filled the shell with water
and tiptoed back across the sand.
The shell was upturned, and water trickled into the hole;
the child then went back to the water’s edge.
The great thinker watched, as again, and again,
the child with the tiny shell 
moved between the water’s edge and the hole,
collecting, carrying, pouring.
Walking up to the child, he smiled.
‘What are you doing, little one?’ he asked.
The child looked up at him with a solemn face and replied:
‘I’m trying to pour the ocean into this hole.’
The great thinker considered the child’s answer for a moment
and responded gently:
‘But the ocean is vast. 
What makes you think that you can empty the immense ocean
into this tiny hole,
with just a small shell?’
The child continued to look solemnly at the great thinker and said quietly:
‘And what makes you think that you can comprehend the immensity of God
with your tiny mind.’
And with that, the child vanished
leaving the great thinker alone
on that empty beach
looking at a tiny hole in which sea water
seeped into damp sand...

Today we celebrate, and reflect upon, mystery:
a mystery that the Church has puzzled over for near on 2 000 years.
There have been thousands of words written -
including the thousands written by the great thinker we heard about in the story -
the 5th century African theologian Augustine -
and while the story of Augustine’s
strange beach encounter
may be mere legend....
in this second decade of the 21st century
we are still none the wiser about the mystery he was pondering.
Words are not enough;
all of them fall far short of the mark
as we try to describe the indescribable,
and comprehend the incomprehensible:
the mystery and immensity of God,
Father
Son
and Holy Spirit -
one God
in three persons...
...blessed Trinity.

It is a mystery
this business of the Trinity
yet, every year, for near-on 2 000 years,
church communities have listened as preachers have used a variety of examples 
to try and come close to explaining the inexplicable:
God like a shamrock - three leaves but one stem
God like water in 3 forms: water, steam, ice...
but still water
God like an egg: shell, yolk, white...
All of these okay, but yet, not quite right.
It’s a tough job...
so perhaps we should just stick to the
Athenasian Creed -
you can almost hear the writers sighing and shrugging as they wrote:
God the Father: incomprehensible
God the Son: incomprehensible
God the Holy Spirit: incomprehensible.

But is mystery necessarily a bad thing?
And will we cope if we haven’t got the answer
to every single question this side of heaven? 
I suspect... yes.
And I also suspect, from scripture, that we don’t get to know the whole shebang 
this side of heaven anyway:
Paul, in his first letter to the Corinthians, notes:
‘for now we know in part: then we shall see,
face to face.’
Personally, I kinda like the anticipation, and of knowing 
there’s a whole lot more to come.

So, if we don’t get to unravel the whole mystery of who God is 
and what this matter of the Trinity is about, 
where might we go from here?
If we explore God as Trinity within the context
of love and belonging and relationship,
- concepts that are a little more easy to get our heads around -
how might that affect the way in which we live our lives?

In a small nod to ecumenism: the 1982 communion liturgy 
of the Scottish Episcopal Church, 
paraphrasing the 1st Letter of John, states that:
‘God is love and we are God’s children.
There is no room for fear in love.
We love, because God loved us first.’
For me, this gets to the heart of the matter:
relationships of love.
God is love...
and our response to that love.

In the 16th century, the Russian artist
Andrei Rublev
tried to paint his understanding of the Trinity:
Father, Son, and Spirit.
It’s the picture you have in front of you
on your order of service - and up on the screen. 
Rublev was very much trying to demonstrate
a sense of God living in harmonious
and perfect community.
This sense of unity within the relationship of each of the figures 
is indicated by the way their heads incline one to the other, 
almost making an outline of a circle. This shows how they're 
bound together as one by a common will and mutual love: 
love unites them.
...God, as a Trinity of love:
God the Father: the one who loves
God the Son: the beloved
God the Holy Spirit: the love that flows so strongly between Father and Son, 
that it takes on shape and substance of its own.
And, mirroring this, for us created in God’s image, we might ask:
How do we love?
Who do we love?
What is the impact of that love on others?

It is a mystery, this business of the Trinity
and yet, the overarching theme appears to be about community;
to be about relationship.

In our readings this morning,
both contained mention of God as Trinity:
it’s the formula Jesus gives his followers
when he sends them out to make disciples and to baptise them -
in the name of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit -
the holy community that is God.
And the one who is baptised, enters into the church -
the community of God’s people.
As God is in the perfect community of the Trinity,
so those who believe
are to live within the context of community -
journeying together into the mystery
and heart of God
and learning and following, despite our imperfections, the way of love.

This sense of relationship - of belonging to God -
and of being a part of God’s people -
is brought out in our reading from 2nd Corinthians.
And the background to the reading from Corinthians is significant:
Paul is writing to a community that’s wracked with in-fighting,
jostling for power positions,
squabbling over doctrine,
and causing scandal throughout the city, due to some quite 
outrageous behaviour among the believers.
Here, at the end of his letter, Paul is reminding 
this rather fractious community of believers
of whose they are,
and how they should live...
lives modelled on the holy and harmonious relationship
of Father, Son, and Spirit:
lives lived in grace, love, and fellowship.
And every time we say the grace together -
which is from this passage -
it’s a handy reminder to us, 
of just whose we are and how we should live -
how we should love God, and love one another.

And there’s an openness to love.
Our painting by Rublev has an open space
at the front:
it’s as if we’re being invited in to sit at the table...
God looks outwards, not inwards -
looking out in love towards us,
towards the world.
In turn, we are to look outwards not inwards -
look in love at the wider world around us:
to welcome all people,
to demonstrate heavenly hospitality
on earth as it is in heaven:
to build communities of love -
as in the prayer of St Francis:
‘where there is hatred, sow love,
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.’
And, as we go out marching in the light of God, and into the world, 
and build communities of love, 
we have the promise from the gospel of Matthew:
Jesus says: ‘I will be with you always, to the end of the age.’
['marching' was a nod to the singing group, who were following the sermon
with the song 'We are marching in the light of God']

The Trinity:
it’s a mystery.
One that will continue to puzzle
until the end of time.
Thousands of words will be added to those already written;
all trying to comprehend the incomprehensible
and never really succeeding.
But in the end, what matters is this:
love:
the love of the God who dwells
in perfect community
the love of God whose love is limitless, immeasurable
and welcomes us in -
the love that creates a place at the table for all...
And, as God loves,
so we are to reflect that love
because:
we believe in God:
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
the Three-in-One and One-inThree,
God in three persons,
Blessed Trinity.
Amen.

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Gathered and scattered: a sermon for Pentecost

A sermon for Pentecost...
Acts 2: 1-18

[the idea here is a sort of rhythmic repetition, snappy and fast-paced and flowing, and bringing in some of the lyrics to the following hymn 'Gather us in'... I feel I got boxed in earlier in the week by the post-sermon hymn... it ain't pretty, but never mind]

Let us pray:
Spirit of the living God
Fall afresh upon us –
Help us to hear your voice in word and in our thoughts...
Amen.

Gathered in
Gathered together in one place
All the believers –
in one house
Sitting ...
Talking
Pondering upon Jesus:
Jesus who had so recently been among them
And who had been himself 
gathered
up to God the Father....
but, who, before he’d gone
Had asked them to gather...
And so, 
they did.

In a room,
In Jerusalem...
Gathered together
Gathering their thoughts:
They waited...
And wondered:
Wondered what those last words of Jesus had meant:
‘You will receive power from on high’
‘I will be with you always’...
Always?
But he’d disappeared...
Gone to the Father;
So, how was that possible?

Called and gathered
They had been on an incredible adventure:
A roller-coaster ride of mystery and wonder
Of friendship and laughter
Of weddings and wine
loaves and fishes
Palms
Processions
Cheers, betrayal, and jeers
A journey of fear, denial,
Slaughter and scattering.
...and unspeakable bewildering grief...

And then
Day’s dawn in a garden
And the world... turned upside down
as a stone rolled away... with resurrection’s promise fulfilled.

They gathered again
He appeared in their midst
With bread and wine and blessing
And the promise of a helper...

On a day 
when they’d gathered together again,
A sudden unexpected noise
Loud:
 like wind blowing out the cobwebs in the corners of the mind
Blowing and rattling the windows of imagination open
Blowing wide open the doorways of their hearts
as the flames of the Holy Spirit danced in their midst:
their eyes opened as if seeing for the first time;
And their hearts were comforted by the warmth of holy fire
And their minds understood 
the words:
‘I will be with you always’...
And in response:
So excited that together they left the room
And, like the Spirit rushing into that room and into their lives...
they rushed out into the world:
Excited
Amazed
Shining and blazing with the light and life of God’s love.
Proclaiming what had happened to all who would hear.

...And some who heard thought they were drunk
but others from all around the known world mysteriously heard the joyous good news in the language of their birth.
And 3 000 were added to the number of believers that same day.

And as they gathered,
So they scattered – to be witnesses
And to call and to gather others...
Who, in turn, would scatter
and proclaim the good news of the message of Christ
down through the ages...
Generation upon generation,
Gathering and scattering,
Fired by the prompting of the Spirit,
Hearing and sharing the story:
Eating bread,
drinking wine.
Remembering the one who had called them
and caused them to gather
Who told them that He would be with them always;
Then - 
told them to scatter and to share the good news...

And now,
here,
in this place,
in this room,
we gather:
Week in, week out,
We gather.
Why?...
Because Christ has called us here –
although maybe in a less dramatic way than those first followers on the day of Pentecost:
the drama which was the birth of the church.

We gather, because 
it’s something we just 
do:
Almost a routine...
We get up
Get dressed
Have our bacon butty
or our cereal
or even that slice of leftover pizza...
and, at the Spirit’s prompting –
even though we may not have realised that’s what it was –
we answer the call:
we gather in this place
as generations before us have gathered;
we hear again the good news...
 
That good news is about friendship:
God, in Jesus, saying:
‘I call you my friends’
God, through the Spirit
Being with us – 
always.
The friendship expanding as we, in turn, say to our neighbours:
‘I call you my friends’
As we stand alongside,
and walk with those around us –
in joy and in pain and in all the in between....
We are called to gather,
in order to scatter
and so we share the love of God.

Here,
in this place,
in this room,
we gather:
and although at times we may not even be aware of it...
Here, in this place, 
new light is streaming
now is the darkness vanished away.  
The One who calls us friends
is with us still
in the mystery of the Spirit;
That same Spirit
who blows through this room
making, in our hearts, a home:
comforting and encouraging
challenging and inspiring...
with us always
calling us to gather
to hear again the good news;
to remember
and to respond once more:
to shine;
to blaze with the light and life of God’s love
and then to scatter from this room
and go and share:
share the good news with all:
the good news
that God calls us friends
that God is with us always –
that God will never leave us or forsake us
that we are loved regardless of age, or gender, or orientation,
or even if we did have that leftover pizza slice for breakfast...

Here in this place
Gathered together as God’s called people -
Even now...   
 the breath of God’s Spirit is filling the room,
Swirling around us
and within in us
Reminding us that 
even as we scatter and think about what God might be doing 
in our own lives,
And in the life of the world - 
that we are not alone, 
that each of us is part of something much, much bigger: 
that we’re bound together in friendship – 
with each other
And with God,
Who calls us
And gathers us
Loves us
and scatters us
and who, in the Spirit,
is the fire of love in our flesh and our bone -
and who encourages us to tell 
the greatest love story the world has ever known.
Amen.

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Pentecost...2011

Happy birthday Church!
May the Spirit inspire us to understand that God's love is beyond our wildest imaginings;
that we are beautifully and wondrously made;
that the great love of God is revealed in the Son and every barrier has been broken.
May the Spirit break down the fences we build and widen our horizons -
that we become dreamers of dreams and hope-filled visionaries...
that we live our lives in openness, humility, and love.  Amen.

And in a change of tone... stumbled across this very, very, hilarious terribly dramatic video reading of the Pentecost story.  Enjoy... :)


Thursday, 9 June 2011

St Columba's Day, 2011

The High Creator, the Unbegotten Ancient of Days,
was without origin of beginning, limitless.
He is and He will be for endless ages of ages,
with whom he is the only-begotten Christ, 
and the Holy Spirit,
co-eternal in the everlasting glory of divinity.
We do not confess three gods, but say one God,
saving our faith in three most glorious persons.


taken from The Altus Prosator, traditionally ascribed to St Columba