Friday, August 30, 2013

Sunday's Sermon...

Here's Sunday's sermon from last week, I will get around to writing something sometime soon... seem to be rather busy at present....

The blurb for this sermon:

Do we make 'Christ in our own image'? Or do we allow Christ to transform us into his image? Following on from the Gospel encounter with a 'daughter of Abraham' in the Synagogue we consider Jesus' relationship with the law, his Jewish roots and a 'true and lively faith' of grace and compassion. 

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

The sermon - podcast version

This is me saying what you might have just read if you followed the link from the last post!

My first sermon for St John the Divine

Well, this is it, my opening sermon.  Don't get too excited, it won't win any preaching awards, nor lead to revival in BC, but I wanted to be clear and straightforward for my first Sunday serving in this place....

It will be available as a podcast soon (oooh, I hear you say, or maybe not)

Warning, I may have used the opening story before....

Eat Drink and be Merry ?

A priest takes up his new role as rector of a parish. All seems well during his first Sunday service and as people start leaving the minister says goodbye at the door and has the usual 'lovely sermon', 'thanks for joining us', 'welcome', 'glad to have you on board' etc from those leaving, until about ten people along a dishevelled looking man says 'long winded', and 'dreadful voice' and then wanders off back into the church. A few more folk shake hands and say farewell with 'thank you for your words for today', 'good to have you here' etc and the same chap returns saying 'boring', 'what have we done?', 'dreadful sermon'. [more]

Thursday, August 01, 2013

Who Am I?

What Am I After All
What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over;
I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.
To you your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
the sound of your name?

                                                                                                      Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

What complex things we human beings are.  At any given moment we combine layers of experience, belief, fear, hope, love, truth, deception and so much more as we present ourselves to the world around.  I love Whitman's poem above, which seems to express something of that complexity of our identity, and encouraging us to consider who and what we are, and not just our external, but our internal complexities.

In moving not just from one Parish to another but to another Diocese, and another province, another country, another continent, I have been mulling over this question of who and what I am.  Not in a conflicted crisis-of-identity kind of way, but in an relatively playful and thought provoking way.  The opportunity arises for me now to present myself in a very different way to the way I appeared in my previous life, I'm obviously still the same potato shaped bearded type, but I could (it seems to be) present myself pretty much as any kind of minister I like!  I could play the tough, no nonsense type or the arty-farty type.  I could be an all embracing team player or a lone wolf.  I could be fire and brimstone,or insubstantial and ethereal.  I could be hard, or cold, unrelenting, unbending, or warm, open, gracious.

In fact all of these I can be at any time.  As I have grown older, and grown up, I have realised that though I can, if I wish, present in different ways by far the best is just learning to be me.  Pretense, falsehood, deception, play acting take up so much energy, and mean trying to keep one's story straight all the time!  It is quite hard enough learning who we are, and trying to be ourselves, so why waste energy on anything else?

And over these past years, as I have walked with Jesus, as I have grown in faith and understanding (and I am mature enough to realise that despite my predilection to self-depreciation I have grown in such things) I realise that I am, in a way that I probably haven't been able to say before, happy with who and what I am.  I am not claiming to have got beyond all of my faults and insecurities, nor beyond my need to feel loved and accepted, but I recognise that even for all my mistakes and shortcomings I am who I am meant to be.  I am seeking authenticity, and I rest in the knowledge of a God who knows me better than I know myself loving me beyond all reason and beyond my understanding.

I am continuing on that journey of finding who I am meant to be in Christ.  Not losing my own identity in the process, but being incorporated in the body of Christ and by Grace knowing what it is for my selfishness to decrease and Christ to increase.

Which brings me back to the Original heading of this post... the question 'Who Am I' can be taken in two ways.  Firstly a question of identity, something that I will continue to explore through my whole life and especially at this time with the people of St John The Divine and my colleagues in the Diocese.

Secondly there is a sense of unworthiness.  Not a self-condemnatory sense, but a humbling sense of 'why?'  to the question.  Who am I that I have been called to this place and given this task?  What gifts do I have to meet these challenges?  Why does God love me and want me to do this?

Again, the heart of this, as a Christian and as a Priest, is to rest in the love and grace of God in Christ.  And my challenge continues to be allowing that deep sense of God's love and forgiveness and graciousness to sink in.  To remember that no matter how inadequate I feel, or how unworthy, or broken, or lost, there is a deeper stream of life and love that comes from the divine, from the heart of God.

In a lighter note to end this post - an 80s moment!  I used to listen to a lot of CCM - that's Contemporary Christian Music to all you normal people out there who have probably never heard of such a thing. One song that I do love from that era is an expression of that question'Who am I?'  I'm not sure of it's musical merit, it is an 80s track after all, but I I still like it.  So here it is.