enter the sanctuary

Being in the cathedral over the Dickens weekend has been an amazing experience.

I have chatted with people. Prayed with people. Wept with people.

I have been amazed by how people needed to be invited to enter the sanctuary and approach the high altar. Even with an invite many felt they did not wish to, but instead stayed behind the invisible rail (the rail had been removed to allow access).

In the waiting installation I have left two books with no instructions other than a title of ‘I am waiting for …’. Some of the writings have been ‘gifts from santa’, ‘the end of term’ which are important. Others have been deep and moved me to tears.

This weekend I have wept with and been moved to tears by a number of situations, and ask you to join me in prayer for:
the Portugese woman who is feeling lonely, missing home and feels God has abandoned her
the retired lady who did not wish to go home, but stay with God where she felt ‘alive again’
the young boy who wrote ‘I am waiting for my daddy to come home because I miss him so much’
The retired gentlemen who cried because he felt he was not ‘good enough’ to go near the high altar
The new dad who was ‘gobsmacked by God’ just by walking into the sanctuary

The last two days have been exciting and a privilege. There is a lot for me to think about. How do we support people such as this – should we support them? How can we enable people to share what they need to share. The big question for me – why were people so reluctant to walk into the sanctuary, why did they need an invite?
The young woman who wrote ‘I am waiting for my cancer treatment to end’

disorientated joy

It’s interesting, bit I feel a bit disorientated this week as I have done different things other than waiting in places. It has meant I have been ‘busy’ in a way that I have not been used to over the last 13 weeks and I am a little surprised I guess by how quickly I have seen my ‘waiting’ life as the norm. It’s also interesting to note that I miss waiting, especially as i was finding this uncomfortable only a few weeks back.

On Monday I was a guest at the college of canons meeting at the cathedral. This started with a lunch, a tour of the cathedral and what we are aiming to do through the interpretation project. After an AGM and looking at the annual report and accounts etc. we had a special evensong with the bishop present to install two new lay canons and three other people to the Rochester Society of St. Andrew.

It was good to share with these canons and listen to them as they chatted. It was a privilege as so many of them took time to chat with me about my role and offer both encouragement and advice. I’m not sure how you become a canon, but I assume it is because of experience and integrity – so to spend time with these priests and glean from their experience.

Tuesday I did the carol service as I have already mentioned, yesterday was training and although today is pretty much a normal day for me, today and tomorrow are going to be taken up with preparations for a ‘waiting installation’ that I am developing around the high altar for the Dickens festival this weekend. I have never been to a Dickens Festival (despite living here for 15 years!) but I am told that Rochester is packed and last year we had 10 000 people pass through the cathedral over the weekend. I’m quite looking forward to seeing what happens here.

After that on Monday I’m looking forward to attending the national pilgrimage at Coventry Cathedral – and at the moment I am feeling really glad that I booked a train ticket months ago so I will be able to relax a bit rather than queuing in traffic!

So … today I am feeling a little disorientated … but still quite excited and amazed at what is going on around me.

2 worlds

I’m loving my new role – its tough a lot of the time, but it gives me lots of opportunities to smile and sometimes that maybe because of the irony of the situations I find myself in, or because of the way God is surprising me.

This weekend I deaconed at the Eucharist on Sunday morning. This is still something I am getting used to. One of the roles of the deacon in this service is to process in with the gospel and later process to the centre of the church before reading from it. This week I was handed the thurible and had to incense the gospel before reading. While my anglo-catholic friends would have been proud of me, my YFC friends would be asking what was going on. As for me … I smiled thinking here I am, an ordained pioneer minister tasked with developing a fresh expression of church, wearing an alb and stole, with a thurifer standing in the middle of the second oldest cathedral (over 1400 years old!)in the country.

It made me smile to think that I stand in two distinct worlds. On a Sunday I am comfortable in this traditional and often beautiful setting whereas during the week I am found in ‘downtown Medway’ in pubs, coffee shops and the gym looking to see what God is doing in the normal everyday lives of people and looking for connections. Here I feel equally comfortable.

A while ago, particularly while on placement with Ian and Moot, I came to the belief that whatever develops or emerges should not deny or ignore what the church has developed in the past or the journey the church has come from. While some of that stuff may need to be re-assessed and thought about, other stuff will be kept and possibly re-framed to be used in a different, postmodern if you like, setting.

I think it is important to consider where the church has come from and what can be useful and helpful for today’s spiritual tourists or pilgrims. It’s so easy to say a lot of stuff needs to be rejected, wheareas actually, some of the symbolic stuff that we have lost can be quite powerful and helpful for people as they develop their understanding of their relationship with God, and from that develop their knowledge of who God is.

I believe knowledge comes from experience. As people experience God, their knowledge of God develops. Traditional practices such as incense, candles, chanting can be things that help draw people today into the presence of God in a way they have never been able to before. Practices from the past that were essentially there to help people from a non-book culture understand more of God could be useful again as we move deeper into a virtual cyber world where many people could equally be classified as coming from a ‘non-book culture’.

Standing in both worlds is not always comfortable and sometimes it feels pretty weird, often it can be draining with the odd spark of excitement here and there, but as I said earlier – it does give lots of opportunities for a smile with God.

lacking engagement leads to absence

I am going to the football today to watch Gillingham. For the first time ever in years I really can get no enthusiasm and, if I did not have season tickets and the boys were not depending on me to get them there, I think I would park myself in a bar somewhere and join others watching the England game later.

Why have I lost enthusiasm for the team that I will say I still love? Is it about disappointment of performances, lack of commitment from management and players, pain of mediocrity again? I don’t know, but I think it is a combination of all of that, and more I guess.

A large part, though, in my analysis of this thought pattern is the lack of engagement with the fans of the manager. He walks past the fans each week 4 times (at the start and end of each half) never looking up from the floor. He never looks at the fans, he never acknowledges the support, he never claps the fans; he just walks out looking at the floor and walks in looking at the floor. There is no engagement. It is like he is uninterested. This is the first time I have experienced this lack of interaction from a manager towards fans. Interestingly, this non-interaction occurs amidst the others players usually walking around the pitch and clapping the fans for their encouragement at the end of the match.

For the first time last week the manager came out and no one clapped him. People continued with their conversations. The team had come out earlier and been cheered. The manager came out and there was nothing. There was no engagement. This is the first time I have ever seen the fans fail to acknowledge or clap the manager when he comes out of the changing room. The lack of engagement was telling.

Today I am tempted to stay away. It seems selfish and sounds like I am sulking because I am not being treated in a way that I feel I should be. That could be true but I hope that is not the case.

I think people feel the manager does not care, lack of interaction gives that impression. This belief, whether correct or not, causes people, I think, to become negative and then stay away. I want to stay away today not because I’ve stopped loving my team, not because I have stopped being a fan, and not because I have stopped caring. I want to stay away because I can’t bear the pain of further demise under a management that seems not to care. I want to stay away because I honestly feel unable to do anything to instigate any positive change. In the past I have felt part of the team … we would come home saying how well ‘we’ had played. There is no such connection at this point in time.

I wonder if there is something in this experience that I can learn for church, particularly in a cathedral setting. I remember Adrian, the Dean, saying at the start of my life here that as we process in and out he attempts to make eye contact with people in the congregation. I do this now other wise we walk in and out and could give the impression of lack of interest due to lack of acknowledgment or interaction with the rest of the cathedral community.

It’s easy to be stuck in the ritual of stuff, whether that be training football players or processing down an aisle, or leading a Eucharist. At the cathedral I think we are quite good at engaging with people, but I do wonder whether part of church decline is to do with this over-bearing attention to detail, but dis-attention to personal engagement with other human beings.

Could it be true that some people have not stopped loving God? Certainly people have not stopped calling themselves Christians. I know this because I have met many over the last few years. People are interested in God, but feel totally unconnected and disenfranchised from the church. Feelings that are caused, in part, by a combination of lack of interest in them from those seen to be in authority, but also from a realisation that there is nothing they can do to cause a change.

To move forward people need to feel their investment is authentic. They need to feel they have a say and that what they say will make a difference. As I ponder this while i look to develop a new Christian community with others I realise anything else results in a mediocrity of absence.

Taize


I went to Taize prayer in the cathedral crypt last night. It was excellent. There was a deep silence sat in the crypt which I loved – it was a special time for many people that were there. It seems strange, but even in a cathedral I have found that finding silence can sometimes be a challenge.
Taize was a time where we could explore this silence.
I’m glad to say this happens every month in the crypt at 8.00pm – so I’ll definitely be at the next one.

preach

This morning I did my first preach in the cathedral. This is the first time I had spoken in the cathedral on a Sunday and the first time I had been in a pulpit … ever!

There is something odd about being elevated a few feet above the rest of the congregation. Subliminally it seems to be saying this is the expert, this is the important part of the service, you need to listen and take this on board which I am uncomfortable with. There is also the view of being 6 feet above contradiction – again, another view that I am uncomfortable with.

When I speak I love to get feedback, and I think one of the best ways to learn is in dialogue. That way the speaker and the listener learn together. I love the imagery I remember from a Synagogue visit a few years ago in Chatham. I noticed that the ‘speaking area’ was in the centre of the space and when I asked the guide why this was he reminded us that the literal meaning of Synagaogue is ‘discussion house’. He then went on to tell how Rabbi’s would suggest a view from the centre and then it would be discussed openly.

I love that level of interaction which seems to get away from the ‘expert’ view but rather an opinion that is up for discussion. I’d love to see church working like that, although I realise the very thought would terrify some.

This morning I spoke about privilege using mainly Matthew 21:33-46 and Philippians 3:4-14. Both passages show, I believe, how people can lose the plot of reality when they start to put things over and above their realisation of a need for God.

This morning I would have loved to ask what people think, to have listened to their views, to have conversations take off in directions of peoples thoughts and interests. Maybe next time!

building on … ?

On Monday I visited a local sports centre which was an interesting experience.
People who I have known for years were struck by the dog collar and were not sure how to react in front of me.

After using the gym and chatting with some blokes in the steam room I got changed and there was a little hush as I was putting the dog collar back on. I made some joke about ‘fancy dress’ which lightened the mood and produced a couple of questions around where I was and whether the cathedral was a (Roman) Catholic cathedral.

I have been struck again by the different reactions that wearing a dog collar has. I was expecting this but I guess i have been surprised by a few things.

I’m glad to say that my closest friends treat me no differently, which was a fear of mine. They know me, they know I am the same person and so they are able to relate to me in an identical way.

Others who have known my face when collecting the children from clubs or school have suddenly started smiling at me or talking to me. I have had one serious conversation with a guy about spirituality and how he does not feel comfortable in traditional church as he does not think his views fit with mainstream Christianity. It was not the time or place (tired children for both of us needing to go home) to discuss this further but I think actually the guys views just don’t sit with the tradition of the church that he has attended … his views are mainstream Christianity, just not mainstream evangelical Christianty which happens to be the ‘flavour’ of the churches he has visited.

This experience has re-emphasised to me that any new Christian community I become involved in needs to place relationship, discussion and respect above a set of beliefs that we all agree. There is a need to develop open community which is inviting and welcoming based on common humanity and a commitment to journey rather than common belief.

That may be a risky way of existing but, for me, it fits better with the journey image that we often use of Christian faith. If we are on a journey then it is not really possible for all of us to believe identical stuff all of the time. Our experience of humanity and of God will be different, we will all be at different stages of the journey and some may not even have started the journey yet at all. If we can accept that and live that out authentically I believe we will learn what it means to live the life as God intended in John 10:10 which is life as God experiences it – a trinitarian (ie in relationship) existence.

If this is truly the case a joint belief system, a statement of faith to subscribe to, cannot be the thing we base new Christian community around. Rather it will need to be some form of a rule of life which would enable a commitment to support and journey together.

sad byes

Today was quite a special and emotional day at St Marks. I popped into the end of the service, which was John’s last service, to share in the good will celebrations.

It will be strange to think that John is no longer at St marks. This is a man I have respected, been infuriated by, been loved by, loved, encouraged by and been a friend of. I have learnt from him many things – in partiular how to take things with grace. We have many different views, which possibly goes with being from different eras, but we have always maintained a care and respect for each other.

I will miss this encouraging man being around the place. The amount of tears running around the place this morning showed how much of a difference this man has made in peoples lives – as did the massive collection that wa staken up for his gifts over the last few weeks.

After the service we joined others at our local curry house for a goodbye meal.

During the service John was called St John, married to St. Judith. Enjoy retirement together – you deserve it.

Learned behaviour

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4FNGsNY3nI
This is doing the rounds.
Cute or disturbing?
Learned behaviour that concerns me.

who’s who?

looks like i now exist at the cathedral … weird seeing myself here!