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Bishop David’s Second Lent Talk

– Seeing the Hurting Points


Coming across funerals unawares. My dad’s mum, Emily, died when he was just three. On the day of her funeral his Uncle Ernest took him for a walk in the park, to spare him such grief. As so often happens their walk directly coincided with the funeral cortege, the bier drawn by black stallions, the coffin festooned with wreaths, my dad’s large family shrouded in black trailing behind. ‘Oh look, Ernest, what pretty flowers,’ my dear dad exclaimed. He always rejoiced over the beauty despite the dark.


Coming across funerals unawares isn’t always tragic. I was once burying someone at the very top of our churchyard, the grave dug right next to a high wooden fence. The other side was the garden of a bungalow. The mourners and I marched quietly to the grave, no small talk when you’re looking death in the face, the bearers lowered the coffin, the ropes silently slipping through their hands. But I could hear a terrier whimpering and scratching at the other side of the fence. ‘Mandy, what are you doing digging up my flowerbed,’ her owner shouted. I decided to crack on. ‘Man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live,’ I intoned. ‘What did you say, love?’ Mandy’s hard-of-hearing owner asked. ‘And is full of misery, he cometh up and is cut down like a flower,’ I continued, turning up the volume. ‘Bloody hell!’ my invisible hearer exclaimed, beating a hasty retreat into her bungalow.


An unconventional funeral. I suppose all funerals are unconventional. I remember one, the church packed, a woman standing at the lectern, shaking at the front, giving a tribute to her friend who had died too soon. Inevitably she broke down, ‘I’m sorry, I’m a bit crap,’ she apologized. Not a word I had heard in the hallowed confines of my parish church before. But neither had I heard someone catch their feelings of terrible grief so succinctly and honestly. She spoke for us all, so say all of us.


‘Thou art sleek and shining bright,

but I am weary.

Thy countenance is full of light

but mine is dreary.’

Stevie Smith, Little Boy Sick.


Being attentive to hurting points, the second mark of mission. In Luke 7:11-17 Jesus’ heart went out to that widow he chanced upon at Nain in her utter grief. She had lost her only son. To survive a child is bad enough, but her son would have been the bread-winner, her old age pension and a dry roof over her head. She would be weeping twice, not only for him but also for the terrible destitution that awaited her. You get a hint of the level of destitution in the story of Ruth and Naomi in the Old Testament. Mother and daughter-in-law both widowed, Ruth the foreigner forced to glean for the scraps on the edge of the corn field. Boaz the landowner taking pity on her, instructing his men to leave a generous border of unharvested wheat and not molest her. As if a widow was fair game, and being molested as she groveled for the scraps was the order of Israel’s day. Like Boaz with the widow Ruth, Jesus, the son of David, the descendent of Boaz and Ruth has compassion on the widow of Nain.


The English translation fails to do the Greek justice, splagcnizomai, splangchnizomai, literally gutted, onomatopoeic, since you wrench your guts saying it! splaycon are your inner vital organs. Jesus saw the widow’s plight and was gutted. Gutted to perform a resurrection.


As Christ’s disciples we are called to weep with those who weep, to be gutted by their plight. What makes you feel gutted? As an eleven year old boy I remember feeling gutted for the children of Aberfan. There is usually a connection which drives the compassion. The children were a similar age to me. The first five years of my life were lived under the shadow of a spoil heap. Not to mention the fact that fifty years later I was to have the immense privilege of preaching at those children’s memorial as Aberfan’s bishop. No wonder I was gutted.


The word crops up in six other places in the Gospels, and nowhere else. Three times in Matthew and Mark: Matthew 14:14, Mark 6:34, Mark 8:2 where Jesus is splagcnizomaied, gutted by the crowd, who have followed him for three days and run out of food, lost like sheep without a shepherd, and miraculously feeds them.


We are called to be gutted by the crowds, crowds of refugees, migrants, whatever, to pity them and feed them. Crowds of voters at referenda and elections, like sheep without a shepherd. Every church is called to be a food bank, offering the bread of life, life in all its fullness.


The word crops up in two parables. Matthew 18:27, the parable of the two debtors, where the king is splagcnizomaied, gutted by the man in massive debt to him, who throws himself at his feet, begging for mercy. Miraculously the king writes off a debt which runs into millions.


Ironically that debtor once forgiven goes away and guts some poor chap who merely owes him a quid. Forgive us as we forgive. Don’t hoard forgiveness, let it flow. Are you a Sea of Galilee or a Dead Sea?


At one confirmation at Aberdare I turned the church into a river, the River Jordan. The tower was Mount Hermon and the ringing captain threw down a blue ball of wool, symbolising melt water forming the Jordan. I traced the Sea of Galilee, teaming with life, which the candidates knelt in to be confirmed, and hid the Dead Sea behind the altar. God is gutted for us and we bathe in his compassion.


Do we let that compassion flow, like the sea of Galilee. Or do we hoard the compassion, don’t let it go anywhere, or worse, rather than being gutted by people, gut them? Is this see of Llandaff a Sea of Galilee or a Dead Sea?


In Luke 15:20 the parable of the Prodigal Son, the father is splagcnizomaied when he sees his wayward son, just a speck on the horizon, making his weary way home. The miracle there is that the father runs to meet his wayward son who’d blown half his capital. Why is that a miracle? In those days, wealth would be measured in girth, so the father would be a very obese to put it politely. Running would hardly be his thing. Yet he ran for love, belly and treble chins wobbling, necklace and belt jangling, face red with exertion. ‘Look at that fool, running for love,’ his labourers would have sneered. Look at that fool on Golgotha, running for love, crucified for love.


Think of God, always on the look out for you when you are lost, moved to compassion at your return. Apparently those who have a child run away from home always leave a light on in the porch, 24/7, aching for a return. We heard last Sunday how Nicodemus came to Jesus by night, and was met by light, the light of the world. God’s light always burns for his hurting children, battling with darkness. A bishop carries a crook as the sign of the Good Shepherd, always wanting to bring lost sheep home.


The word crops up in one other healing, when Jesus is splagcnizomaied gutted by the leper at the beginning of Mark’s Gospel Mark 1:41. There is an interesting variant in this story, in that in Codex Bezae an ancient copy of the Gospels Jesus is ’orgazomaied rather than splagcnizomaied, angry rather than gutted. Angry at what? At God? ‘Why does it have to be like this, Lord? Let’s reverse things for once.’ Or angry at the separation that the disease brings? I am very interested in the science of NT Textual Criticism. The problem is we don’t have the original of the Gospels, just copies of copies of copies, the earliest from the Fourth Century. New Testament Textual Criticism sifts all the textual variants for copying errors, or intentional or unintentional improvements to the text and tries to come up with the original. It’s impossible to call with those two. The NEB unwisely tries to combine both readings, describing Jesus looking at the leper with warm indignation: fury with a smile on its face! Whatever, Jesus being gutted results in the leprosy being banished, separation being banished.


Lost crowds, lost sons, lost debtors, lost lepers, lost widows: a whole spectrum of misery which our Lord is splagcnizomaied by, gutted by, gutting to do something massive. As Christ’s followers we are called to be splagcnizomaied, genuinely gutted by them. Miracles begin with being gutted, by entering into the hurting points of God’s wounded children. We are told that the Good Samaritan simply came to where the wounded Jew was, and as Christ, we go into the most terrible situations, simply to come to where his children are and show them pity. Cardinal Basil Hume – ‘A bishop is to come to where people are and take them to places they never dreamt of going.’ ‘One cannot live quite without pity’ claimed Dostoevsky.


‘When you look at others, you could always begin to feel pity. When you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination.’ To quote Graham Greene in The Power and the Glory, a marvelous book about the last priest being hounded out of Mexico’s atheistic state.


Cyril Garbett was bishop of Winchester in World War II when nearby Southampton was flattened by Luftwaffe bombs. The morning after the raid the night before he visited the scene, decked in his apron and gaiters. ‘What have the likes of you to do with the likes of us?’ a man jeered. Garbett crossed the road and replied, ‘I know that this is so very little, but I do feel utterly and tremendously sorry for you.’ The man’s tone and attitude changed. ‘Thank you, sir. At the end of the day nothing else can be said.’ Garbett splagcnizomaied those sorry bomb victims. Came to where they were and was gutted for them.


Garbett’s driver had been seconded to work in spitfire engineering, so Garbett, never having driven in his life before, drove his ancient car the ten miles from Winchester to Southampton, double declutch and all – probably posing more of a threat to Southampton’s populace than the Luftwaffe!


His chaplain he had seconded to be a parish priest in Southampton’s midst. The night of the bombing raid the chaplain carried his wife and their new born son into the vicarage cellar, and there baptised the baby, because he felt that none of them would survive the night. He then left them to visit his flock and help wherever he could. There is the supreme example of incarnation, coming to where people are and empathising with them, splagcnizomaiing with them, not a patronising, superior pity, not polite pity, but gut-wrenching pity in the spirit of Christ. We may be rubbish at other things, but we can do the pity, we should do the pity. In Christ’s name.


The terrible Remembrance Sunday hymn, O valiant hearts, is redeemed by a couple of lines:

‘Still through the veil

Christ the victor’s pitying eyes

look down to bless our lesser calvaries.’

We are called to pity and bless and be gutted by the calvaries in our midst.

‘The groaning of creation

wrung out by pain and care,

the anguish of a million hearts

that break in dumb despair,

O crucified Redeemer,

these are thy cries of pain.

A may they break our selfish hearts

and love come in to reign.’

A hymn by Timothy Rees, Bishop of Llandaff, a hymn that found me in my teenage years in far away Hull, as Christ finds us here, is gutted at our plight and calls us to be gutted for all his lost children.


That is the heart of Christianity, which the world and indeed the church so often misses. I think we get it in Wales, more than most, after all, we do have R S Thomas!

‘This Christmas

before an altar of gold,

the holly will remind us

how love bleeds.’

God loved the world so much that he impaled himself on it.


When you stand alongside those who are hurting, when you hurt with, are gutted for them, you are doing God’s work in Christ. It is not a distraction or interruption from the mission: don’t be bothering me with all your sorrows, I’ve got evangelism to do, a Gospel to proclaim. Being gutted is the mission, is evangelism, is the Gospel. The Gospel is full of interruptions, hurting people stopping Jesus in his tracks. He has compassion for the woman who has been bleeding for twelve years, who gets in his way when he is on a 999 call to save a dying 12 year old girl. Inconvenient crosses stopping Jesus in his tracks, actually paving the way for Easter’s dawn.


And the Eucharist marks all that. Focusing week by week, maybe even day by day, on the body broken, the blood spilled, should enable the penny to drop, that he is there in every body broken, in every drop of spilled blood. Timothy Rees again:

‘Wherever love is outraged,

wherever hope is killed,

where man still wrongs his brother man

thy passion is fulfilled.

We see they tortured body

we see the wounds that bleed

where sisterhood hangs crucified

nailed to the cross of greed.’

See every hurting child: See Christ!




Bishop David’s First Lent Talk


I was given Alan Bennett’s diary for Christmas. What about this typical wry comment: Standing and steps. That’s why I could never have been a priest.  Too much standing – too many steps.’

But standing and steps notwithstanding, worthy worship is a big thing with me, so I’m thrilled to be tackling this for my first Lent talk.

In 987AD Prince Vladimir of Kiev fancied sexing up his religious practice, so he sent mystery worshippers to St Sophia’s cathedral in Constantinople.  They reported back  ‘We were led into a place where they serve their God, and we did not know where we were, on heaven or on earth. All we know is that God lives there with people  and their service is better than in any other country. We just cannot forget that beauty!’ Do worshippers leave our churches with a sense of ‘We cannot forget the beauty?’

Recently a member of the Russian Orthodox Church visited St Paul’s Cathedral with his hosts for Matins. Clearly the choir weren’t having the best of days. Because he commented afterwards that he did not feel that worship was actually taking place, nor that those attending came expecting worship: a damning indictment of one of the UK’s leading cathedrals!

Does worship actually take place in our churches, and do people come with a sense of eager expectation? ‘I was glad when they said unto me Let us go unto the house of the Lord!’ As I drive around the diocese here and there on a Sunday morning, I pass worshippers going to church. You can actually spot them a mile off, although smart, clothes often have an old-fashioned, dusted-down look.They are walking with a purpose, certainly not sauntering, my car clock hovers over the hour or half hour, obviously they’re cutting it a bit fine. Usually their faces have a steely look to them.

I was glad when they said unto me,let us go unto the house of the Lord. Sometimes there is a young woman in a bright summer dress with a spring in her step and a song in her heart. Lucky church, I think.

Classically the word worship means giving worth, giving worth to our selves, our work, our leisure, our relationships, our church and supremely giving worth to the God of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Before that God we stand as nothing, yet his grace alone convinces us that we are his beloved child, cherished and special.

The definition of the word liturgy is the work of the people, with liturgy being the great connect with our everyday lives and God’s desire for us permeating every moment of our every day.

Worship therefore is not the icing on the cake, something we do for an hour or so a week and then get on with life. Worship and liturgy are the cake, and give life a taste to die and live for.

It is right that worship should be seen as the church’s shop window. It should excel, keying in to nothing less than the worship of heaven. We cannot forget the beauty.

Whenever I worked as a parish priest with ordinands on placement, we used to devise special acts of worship. The ordinands concerned were enthused and informed by the latest scholarship on liturgical practice, about which I inevitably was a bit rusty,a dinosaur in their eyes. But my final check when we had completed our worship draft was to ask where in this marvellous creation were people going to be moved. And if we couldn’t come up with a few possibilities, we went back to the drawing board.

The Sports Broadcaster, Adrian Childs, spent Lent 2015 going to a different mass every day. He then wrote a review of the 46 daily masses he had dropped in on. It is both a funny and sobering read, caught well by the extracts below:


  1. The nearest parking spot was miles away so I ended up cutting it fine, sprinting to the church. Breathing hard, I pushed against a closed door with a piece of paper stuck on it: “Wednesday. No Mass. Priest’s day off. All attempts to contact him will be futile.” He can’t say that, can he? What if God said that?
  2. The clue’s in the word: Communion is about communication. It’s not even about the homily; it’s about really communicating the words of the liturgy rather than just intoning them for the millionth time.
  3. The majesty of the setting was simply irrelevant; for me there was no sense of wonder. It was entirely in keeping with the rest of it that they didn’t share the Peace. Miseries! I felt more warmth and love in Caffè Nero a few doors along.


There are poignant moments too


  1. There was a Polish lady next to me one Tuesday morning in Our Lady of Grace and St Edward’s in Chiswick. She held a tiny passport-sized photo in a miniature, gilded frame. I took it to be her mum. With tenderness almost unbearable to behold, she occasionally stroked her face.


Therefore with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven.


  1. One Friday lunchtime at St Patrick’s in Soho Square I chose my pew, but before my bottom touched the seat I sprang back up in alarm as I realised there was someone in a sleeping bag motionless at my feet. I looked around at the rest of the congregation but no-one else seemed very concerned, so I shrugged inwardly, knelt and prayed for him, or it may have been a her. Who knows?


No use worshipping Christ in the sanctuary unless you pity him in the slum.


  1. Then there was the Church of the Sacred Heart and St Catherine of Alexandria in Droitwich Spa. If you’re passing, do go and see the mosaics: they are simply breathtaking. The priest’s sermon mentioned a trip across a lake in India. Walking through the dark churchyard after the service, a lady behind me said to her friend: “That was good; you don’t think of them having lakes in India, do you?” Oddly, I knew what she meant.


  1. My loudest involuntary snort of laughter came in St David’s Priory in Swansea. I was having a crafty Google of St David’s Wikipedia entry. It turned out his miracle came to pass at Llanddewi Brefi where, I read, the ground on which he stood is reputed to have risen up to form a small hill. A Welsh scholar called John Davies commented “one can scarcely conceive of a miracle more superfluous in that part of Wales than the creation of a hill”. Brilliant.


The Making of Westside Story is a behind the scenes look into the 1984 recording sessions conducted by the musical’s composer Leonard Bernstein with Kiri Te Kanawa as Maria and José Carreras as Tony. It is an excellent example of how a conductor painstakingly draws out the very best in performers (some with definite attitude) to enable a truly mass-like act of worship. It lasts 90 minutes and I can send you the Youtube link. If you can only spare a few minutes, access the performance of One Hand, One Heart at 54.00. Bernstein tells how his hardened daughter was moved to tears – the highest accolade for any act of worship.


I recently consulted widely about worship,and people thought the following areas were worthy of attention.


  1. Setting the scene


James Jones, the Bishop of Liverpool made a knight because of his championing the Hillsboro victims, said that anyone entering church for the first time deserved a medal.


Think about it. More often than not, you are faced by a heavy door which clanks open revealing a dark interior. If you are lucky, someone shoves some books at you. Are they selling them? Have they mistaken you for the juggling act? Where do you sit? On the altar? In the choir stalls? In someone else’s pew?


The service starts. Hymn Number 42, the cheery priest announces, if you are lucky. More often than not the organ launches forth with a hymn tune. Which of the sundry books you have been presented with has hymns in it? What is the difference between hymn numbers and page numbers? When do you stand and sit? Google Youtube and Mr Bean singing Hallelujah.


Welcomers should be visible and attentive, particularly alert to those unfamiliar with the church and worship lay-out. Best if books and bits of paper are limited to a maximum of three, hymn book, prayer book and bulletin, the latter giving a clear map on how to negotiate the other two.


As the service progresses, who can be identified as bearing overall responsibility and owning the direction of this act of worship? Who has the chief unscripted voice and how effective is it – how well does it draw you into worship, put you at your ease, include you, make you feel a part rather than apart? Does the person celebrating come across like a skilled conductor producing orchestral harmony, or someone who fails to harness the performers, resulting in a cacophony?


Can you see beyond the person presiding to Christ, or does that person block him with their own agenda? Do they grandstand, perform or act as conduit, do they guard the gate or do they open the gate? Do they seem sincere, engaging, inspiring, transformational? When they celebrate communion, are you caught by a sense of awe, as if this is both their first time and their last time?


Adrian Childs:

I really don’t think it’s too much to ask

for priests to look pleased to be there.

Too often I’ve been faced with a stony-faced priest speaking of great joy

while looking as if

he’s just opened his phone bill.

Don’t get me wrong,

I don’t want happy-clappy,

just a general sense of “oh good, this is nice”.


How dignified or how regimented is the administration? In some churches you wouldn’t be surprised by a blue motorway sign over the chancel arch.Right Altar Rail, Left Altar Rail: Get in right lane NOW! The last time I attended communion there were two officials blocking my way to the rail. One was to stop me distracting the choir. The other was to point out the communion rail as if I hadn’t noticed it already.


What gives you pause during the act of worship – is there space for pause? Were there awkward silences where people leading that section physically failed to be in place, or lost their place in the text?


Where were you moved? ‘It is good, Lord, to be here!’ blurted out St Peter on the Mount of Transfiguration.


Did the worship start well and punctually? Was there a good sense of pace? Many prefer worship that lasts no more than one hour, which is more than achievable.


Did the worship end well? Was hospitality offered as worship ended, and how are newcomers included? What was the quality of the beverages?


  1. Music


Hymns should be chosen sensitively, to resonate with the theme of the day, but more importantly to set the mood for the various stages of worship. The opening hymn should be a rousing one, drawing people into opening their hearts to give praise. Like Cwm Rhondda before a Rugby International. Forty days and forty nights would be less rousing!


Hymns around the readings, Gospel and sermon should be of a more meditative nature. Hymns centring on the offering, and preparation of the elements if the act of worship is a Eucharist, should obviously have a strong offering and sacrificial theme.


Final hymns should be missiological: ‘Who will go for us?’ God cries in the midst of the incense-filled and awe-inspiring Temple ‘Here am I, send me,’ Isaiah whispers. Count me in Lord!


The pace set by the accompaniment is crucial. By and large hymns enabling worship taking place on the first day of the week, marking Christ’s resurrection, should be sung at a joyful speed rather than a dirge. Choirs, music groups and orchestras should go with rather than against the grain of worship, neither dissonant nor overwhelming.


  1. Readings


We are chiefly a literate society, which no longer has to be read to. Almost all the members of the congregation could read the readings for themselves, so value needs to be added, where the reader will have rehearsed, owned and taken the reading to heart, and through emphasis and dramatic tone will draw the congregation’s attention to detail they might miss on a cursory reading. When there is more than one reading, it is good to have a variety of voices. The Gospel contains several voices.


The Revised Common Lectionary sets out the readings for any particular Sunday, but should be used as a resource, a servant rather than master, with evidence that the person responsible for worship has checked whether the readings are appropriate for a particular context, abbreviated where necessary. Three long readings: cut!


Adrian Childs again:

At Sacred Heart in Fareham at 7am

one Wednesday morning,

I sighed a little as an impossibly ancient lady

in a woolly hat stepped forward to do the reading.

This could take a while, I thought.

But it turned out that in her younger days

she could only have been an actor

or Radio 4 newsreader.

Her voice, clear as a church bell, sang out.

I swear even the angels and cherubs around us

cocked a pleased ear.


The Psalmody is a veritable hymn book of the people of God, deployed over three millennia, boldly recording the peaks and troughs of life and faith.Yet so often the Psalm is the point where the quality of worship takes a total dive. Rather than opting for something which is badly sung, badly recited, with a patronising and confusing refrain, worship could be enhanced by a variety of approaches, including plainsong and metrical versions as well as traditional chants, with a said-psalm employing a variety of antiphonal styles.


When I worked in York I used to take ordinands away for a weekend at the Benedictine Abbey in Ampleforth. The Psalms set to plainsong sung by a couple of monks haunted you for weeks.
I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go to the house of the Lord…


You just couldn’t forget the beauty, the beauty of holiness.


One year when Easter was early our local comp was still in session, so I went to do an assembly on Holy Tuesday. Assembly in a secondary school is the closest thing to a near-death experience you’ll ever get. I sang the Palm Sunday Gospel in plainsong

When he came into Jerusalem, the whole city was moved. ‘Who is this?’ people asked. They replied, ‘This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth in Galilee.’


A vicar singing in front of six hundred teenagers: how naff can you get? Yet when I finished, you could have heard a pin drop. And then they just all broke into spontaneous applause, even though clapping was strictly forbidden. It wasn’t forbidden that day.


  1. Sermons


Anyone who thinks that preaching has had its day should watch stand-up comedians, such as Michael Macintyre and Rod Gilbert, who always perform before packed audiences. Most of it is observational stuff, a lot of moving around and exaggerated facial expressions, a lot of related humour with the regular punch that has depth and pathos.


Short and sweet seems the order of the day: ‘If you don’t strike oil in ten minutes, stop boring!’ Whilst the sermon should link with the readings before it, many felt it was a mistake to try and comment on every verse that had been read, and instead better to concentrate on one reading, one verse.


Relevant personal anecdotes were welcome, with appropriate humour, with the precedent set by the parables. People yearned for a preacher who, steeped in prayer and the Scriptures, was simple, sincere, genuine, natural, honest, and human, making connections though common stories, and hard-won experience.


Complex theology and poetry are not easily communicated through a sermon medium –better a short, punchy extract, with the fuller text either supplied on the service sheet. Or get people to google it afterwards.


Whether preaching from a text or off-the-cuff, eye-contact seemed key.


Most thought that a text made for a tighter sermon, off-the-cuff was more verbose.


Is the sermon illuminating, well-timed, penetrating, creative, fresh, imaginative, striking, awakening, provocative – while not being trite, clichéd, clever, cute, silly, obtrusive, awkward, puerile, faddish, corny or boring?


  1. Intercessions


Theory and reality were often at variance here. In theory it seems healthy to have the intercessions led by members of the congregation, who bring their distinctive personal spirituality and air it in the midst, boldly making connections with the scriptural themes and hymnody and local and wider needs of the world and the church.


Reality revealed severe frustrations, intercessions prone to be quite lengthy essays, like Times’ leaders which hectored the Almighty and patronised the congregation, diktats from the lectern rather than prayers in the midst, some even trying to score points over petty church politics, or even repeat the notices:

‘Lord, we ask you to bless our bingo evening on Thursday night, beginning at 7 pm with entrance £2, which now includes a buffet supper with wine extra,approved by a majority of 7:8 at the PCC…’


Clearly substantial and continual teaching is required to call and recall intercessors to genuine prayer, to give them the nerve to be simple rather than try to impress, to remind them that the prayer our Lord gifted to his church for all ages was less than fifty words.


It is probably good that intercessions are led by the priest from time to time, to share and encourage good practice, daring to be simple and say very little, using words to spring prayer and reflection in those listening, using heart-felt prayers of others which have stood the test of time, resonating with themes swirling around in this particular act of worship, being both comforting and disturbing, daring to take people in a new and challenging direction, such as

‘May the Blessing of God Almighty ,the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit be with you…   …and those you hate…’


Dare to be multi-media. Cut out the photo from the Guardian front page and hold it up as you walk silently around the congregation, praying over the picture.


Stephen Cottrell, Bishop of Chelmsford, addressed a Church in Wales Symposium on Evangelism last May, and talked of having the nerve to renegotiate the Sunday contract. Simply look at the stuff we do, where we do it, when we do it and why do we do it.


One new priest unfamiliar with Anglo-catholic worship noticed the head server did a Monty Python silly walk every time he got to a certain spot in the sanctuary. Afterwards he asked what was going on. ‘Oh, there used to be a tall kneeler there!’ So much falls in that category.


For me the Eucharist is the beating heart of worship. Firmly I believe and truly that when the priest touches the bread and wine something marvellous and wonderful happens and we all feed on Christ, the Christ who took and blessed and broke and gave. The Eucharist is a royal command performance decreed by King Jesus, do this in remembrance of me.


Jesus did not give us a constitution, or a rule book, he gave us a meal. But I don’t think he ever intended the meal to be so, so complicated. He intended it to be the great connect. Whereas we have made it the great disconnect. We have to think very hard and very urgently how to connect with 2017 Wales.


Just a few ideas:

Why not get the sidespeople to bake the bread,

buy the best bottle of wine the supermarket has on offer that week, rather than the usual Hayes and Finch Chateau Liverpool Sickly Sweet.

Bring the wine up at the offertory and uncork it with aloud pop.


The point is simple. You want every kitchen table to connect as an altar, every meal to be a Eucharist, so that when you break any bread bun in two you hear him, ‘This is my body, broken for you.’ Every time you relish your second glass of Bordeaux you hear him, ‘This is my blood, shed for you.’


Work out simple words of explanation which leave people thinking:

‘We think very carefully of how Jesus shared a special final meal with his friends, and as we share in a similar meal we pray he may be with us now:

The Lord is here!


And end with:

‘You go out with the taste of Christ on your lips; give people a taste of him in your lives!’

Go in Peace to Love and serve the Lord and thrill people with life in all its fullness!


The last word to Adrian Childs

Be honest:

when did you last come out of Mass thinking,

“Do you know what,

I really wish that had been a bit longer”?

Reflection for Lent 1


So, Theresa May is giving up salt and vinegar crisps. Does this vicar’s daughter understand what Lent is about?


Some people shy away from Lent, like those who object to church because they feel the confession seems designed to make them feel guilty. This is the total reverse of what the confession, and Lent, aim to do: which is bring us relief. Because we already know that we aren’t perfect. In various ways, all of us let others down, we let ourselves down, we let God down. We feel shame. We don’t need to be made to feel guilty, we know we are.


It’s part of being human. As Genesis 2 tells us, we are given choice – real choice – the option to choose well, or to choose badly. Choosing well makes us part of the solution of the well-being and flourishing of all people everywhere, in harmony with God’s good purposes in creation; and choosing badly makes us part of the problem, of injustice, inequality, unnecessary hunger, poverty, conflict, etc., in which human beings are diminished and suffer.


But temptation to choose badly is real. The mathematics of game theory even explains why it is that abusive freeloaders will always win, at the expense of those who play by the rules, until there are so many freeloaders that the system collapses.


So we succumb to temptation. And, if you peel back the layers, you generally find something akin to what Jesus faced: it is issues of ego, power, money that generally lie at the heart of so much that is wrong with our world.


And lest we smugly despise the culture of celebrity, and pursuit of status, influence and wealth, we should recognise that not only over-assertion of self, but under-assertion, is also a distortion, even a sin: failing to step up, or shoulder responsibilities, or grasp opportunities; to be silent when we should speak out, or do nothing when we should stand up and be counted.


The giving up of Lent is about creating space so we can reflect on all this: space to acknowledge our fallibility and our failings; space to come to terms with the humility necessary for recognising that we need help; space to start heading in the right direction to get that help.


Lent gives us 40 days (plus Sundays) to get organised, and travelling in that right direction, which leads to the foot of the Cross on Good Friday, and Easter Sunday’s empty tomb. Through death and resurrection, God in Jesus Christ does for us what we cannot do for ourselves. God, creating us with choice, shoulders responsibility for all the bad choices of the world, and all their destructive consequences – if we will give them to him. Opening his arms wide on the Cross, Christ accepts their burden, and as he dies, they die with him.


Yet the power of life and love and goodness are greater than the power of evil and death – and hence the rebirth into Easter resurrection life, purged and purified of all destruction; which we are also invited to enjoy. As Paul wrote to the Romans – it’s God free gift to us, if we make a free gift of ourselves to him.


So, this Lent, let us make space to ponder what really matters in life. Let us risk honest acknowledgment that life is tough, and we are fallible. Let us recognise that to trust ourselves to God is to find both relief from the burden of our weaknesses and his strength to help us be part of life’s solutions. Amen



Transfiguration Sunday, St David and Ash Wednesday


We tend to draw a stark contrast between ‘mountain top’ experiences and the humdrum nature of ‘normal’ life, especially when it is difficult or challenging. Yet in the gospels, accounts of Jesus’ mountain-top transfiguration, in which his true glory as the Messiah is glimpsed, are sandwiched between, or even contains, references to his necessary suffering and death. The disciples struggled to understand how the two dovetailed, and sometimes so do we. ‘Death or Glory’ has traditionally been the motto of the Royal Lancers – but for Christ, and for Christians, the two are not alternatives, but intimately interwoven. In John’s gospel, we read these words of Jesus: ‘The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.’ (Jn 12:23-24).

Recalling this is good preparation for Lent, orienting ourselves on the journey that leads to resurrection, but only via the cross. And yet this is the best possible news, because it means that we can say goodbye to whatever within us that is not Christ-shaped and life-giving; and all that is left can receive the fullness of Easter promise.

This year, the Church in Wales has translated the celebration of St David to 28 February, since 1 March is Ash Wednesday, a day for solemn abstinence rather than feasting. And yet St David is a wholly appropriate saint to accompany us through fasting and penitence. He and his monks followed a rigorous and disciplined life, not just in Lent but all year round. Forbidden meat and beer, they drank only water, and ate bread with salt and green vegetables. Some accounts say David would often spend the night standing up to his neck in a cold stream, reciting Psalms – way beyond even the strictest Lent any of us are likely to follow!

More apt for us may be his death-bed admonition, to ‘Follow the little things that you have seen me do.’ This echoes Jesus’ words ‘One who is faithful in a very little is also faithful in much, and one who is dishonest in a very little is also dishonest in much’ (Lk 16:10). Taking small steps can help us build better habits, and the 40 days ahead give us time to make them stick.

Sarah Rowland Jones


Creation Sunday




God brought order out of chaos when he created the world, as an artist creates a masterpiece from a mishmash of ideas and energy. To acquire wisdom, we often have to live through periods of chaos, which we may later describe as difficult life experience. We are then like a precious metal which has been thrust into the heat of a furnace before it can be fashioned into an object of lasting beauty. As we approach Lent, we think of our Lord Jesus Christ, alone in the wilderness, braving temptation and fasting, moving towards the chaos of crucifixion in order to be raised up as the son of God.

When life is chaotic and it seems that there is no way out, can we keep faith as God’s children that we too, are being supported through our personal wilderness and through the furnace of spirit to be the best we can be? By following Christ’s example of trust and prayer, then may we not also, be raised up into our true potential?

And God said, Let there be light: and there was light – Genesis 1 : 3

Ann Jenkins


Third Week before Lent


As the Lenten Season begins to draw closer it is time to think about how to prepare for the 40 days.

What can we do to think about what will help us as individuals, and collectively, to find shade where we can grow in the love of God.

Perhaps it will be in the Psalms e.g. Psalm 10 a Psalm of lament. A Psalm that graphically describes the circumstances of the religious faithful who even when feeling God is hidden in the distance, can pray in faith.  It is good to remember that God is a righteous ruler who will put down the wicked and lift up the downtrodden and helpless.  Human rulers may appear to have terrifying power but it is the supreme authority of God that rules over all protecting the helpless from proud, power-mad rulers.

The Lord is King for ever and ever; the nations will perish from His land.

The Lord has heard the desire of the poor, your ear has attended to the readiness of their heart to give judgement for the orphan and the lowly, that people may cease from their boasting on earth.     Psalm 10: 16-18  (The Bible – Nicholas King translation)

Find a space in daily life and sit in the shade of God’s love. Think how love ought to manifest itself in deeds rather than in words and how there can be a mutual sharing whether of goods or knowledge.  Ask for the desire for the intimate knowledge of the many blessings received, that filled with gratitude for all, I may in all things love and serve the Holy Trinity.

Suggested thoughts to ponder upon when preparing for Lent:

No one can do our religion for us. We must deal with Jesus directly.

How is Jesus Christ teaching us as individuals? How are we, as individuals to serve His church?

How are we to seek God’s will?

Beyond all question, the mystery of godliness is great (1 Timothy 3:16)  as it breaks down barriers of race and religion to reach all nations through the love God has for each of us in our seeking the face of God – Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Moira Spence

The presentation of Christ in the Temple – February 2nd


Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace : according to thy word.

For mine eyes have seen : thy salvation,

Which thou hast prepared : before the face of all people;

To be a light to lighten the Gentiles : and to be the glory of thy people Israel.

I am sure that all of us, at one time or another, have looked down into a pram and complimented the parents on how beautiful their baby is, “oh, isn’t she/he beautiful!, He’s got your eyes and his father’s nose hasn’t he/she?”, or words to that effect.

Sometimes it is easy to be complimentary of the beautiful sleeping little cherub before you. Other times we just say it to be polite, either way it is nice to see a new life and to celebrate in some small way with the mum and dad.

Simeon certainly celebrates seeing Jesus, not just for him some nice platitudes but an exclamation of great joy. His words, the Nunc Dimittis, are a hymn of great joy and great satisfaction for Simeon. After all those years of waiting he has seen God.

What did Simeon see in Jesus?

Did he see God’s eyes or nose?

Or Mary’s chin or mouth?

His words of joy go deeper than mere polite platitudes, they come from his heart, for at that chance moment of meeting, all of Simeon’s hope, all of his expectation, all of his many years of prayer had, in that instance, been fulfilled.

Simeon saw not a beautiful child but a beautiful peace, a beautiful calm, a beautiful presence that can only come from God. At that moment two souls touched, the soul of God in Jesus and the soul of a man who suddenly realised that all he been promised by an unseen God was right there in front of him.

As we prepare for Lent, let us pray with Simeon that we may ‘See Salvation’, for us it will not be in the form of a tiny child but in the broken body of a man on a cross. And at that moment, if we believe as Simeon did, then two more souls will touch, ours and God’s.

Chris Coles


The Fourth Week of Advent

The candle that is lit this week is for Peace and Love

‘Glory in the highest to God and on earth peace among human beings who are pleasing to God’


I look up at the destroyed buildings

I walk through Flanders Fields.

The dreams and thought of soldiers lying

dead on the grass with larks all crying.

Their song is like a yell, a scream

I close my eyes and start to dream.

I dream of Peace and burning fire

I dream of love and life and courage.

As I wake, I think about

the thoughts in my head, in and out.

I see flowers, poppies and crosses round

But there’s nobody to be found.

War is like a virus, a germ

it effects people and how they learn.

That God is with us and we’re all friends

So let’s make peace until the end.

(Kitty Evans Year 6 St Bride’s Major School)

In this season of penitence the questions to ask may still be:

“What remains for me to say sorry to God for?” “What do I need to do to make peace?”

“What do I need to do to stir my faith up and show the Light of the World shining brightly?”

Let us place our hand in the hand of the Man who loves us as we repent of our failings,

And may we enjoy a blessed Christmas as we come to new life.

Revd. Moira Spence