that first early morning …

We had a great morning celebrating the risen Christ on the short of the Thames this morning. A few of us gathered, said some words, sang a song, threw our confessions, via a pebble, into the river, discussed and wondered what it was like that first resurrection morning, shared bread and wine before concluding with barbecued bacon rolls and bubbly to mark the end and start of our resurrection celebration.

i always love this service, not just because it is different and people really enjoy the experience … but because it brings a number of different people together who then share thought and ideas and questions as the sun rises on a cold morning. There were some amazing discussions this morning which I felt it a privilege to be able to play some small part in.

Today we touched a little on how it may have felt for those first disciples and tried to out ourselves in their shows … and in some way that brought Christ risen in our lives afresh.

Thank you people for joining us.

everything is still

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Today
Holy Saturday
Everything is still
Everything is lost
Everything we reasoned to be true
Shattered
Demolished
Wracked up on that cross
Yesterday …

Yesterday …
Even as he cried out
Right at the end
We hoped
Hoped that he was the one
Hoped for that assurance
Hoped for that miracle

But today
All hope evaporated
All dreams mutilated
For today
It
is
finished
Over
Everything has gone
Everything is still.

wash out? ….

So the Great Hot Cross Bun giveaway was a bit of  wash out this morning.
It wasn’t a disaster … there are never really disasters when offering something to the community … and we had some great conversations. It helped raise the profile of HTGP a little …. but much more importantly it brought a smile to many faces on a pretty crappy wet cold day.

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But wet weather … meaning less people out … meant we still had around half of our 100 hot cross buns left … after giving some away I wondered what else I could do … bread and butter pudding anyone ….

 

 

The Mirror .. a Good Friday poem

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I saw this today from Mark Greene on the LICC website … awesome …

The Mirror

Three ‘t’s on the scrubby hill, neatly crossed the Roman way,
The naked ‘i’s, skewered like worms, dotted burgundy with blood,
As clear to the passing eye as three billboards by a roadside:
Death to the thief. Death to the rebel. Death to the author of life,
Not even important enough to murder on his own, he,
Just one in three, the uprooted vine stretched out on a barren tree:

The anointed poured out, the gift scorned
The able disabled, the healer torn,
The way barred, the truth buried,
The life killed, the door bouldered,
The King mocked, the reconciler, reviled,
Grace, beauty, glory in spited spittle defiled,
The light snuffed out… Darkness at noon,
The world dancing to its self-enthroning tune,
The shepherd like a lamb to such slaughter.
The teacher taught his final lesson. In torture.

I know, I know on this Good Friday, that Sunday is but a blink away.
But this Friday is each and every year our ‘why’ day.
I look up from the water eddying out of the bathroom sink,
And see the billboard on the wall in front of me:
Whose rebellion required such grim reparations?
For whom would love submit to such savage butchery?
And the face on the billboard mouths slowly back, “Me”.

Mark Greene
Lent, 2018

Good Friday Hot Cross Bun Giveaway

hot cross 2018Another Easter tradition for Holy Trinity Greenwich Peninsula.
We believe the reason we are here, as church, is to be good news to people, to bless people, to add flavour to the community ….. so most of the HT people are fairly heavily involved in community events, the residents association, the local schools and so on.

We regularly ask ‘how can we bless this community?’ and one way, on Good Friday, is that we give away Hot Cross buns to people that are around in the GMV.

We will be in the village square tomorrow from 11.30 for an hour if you’d like a Hot Cross Bun …. maybe see you there!

Broken Disturb

BrokenTonight we watched the last of the Lent series on Broken at Agapai. This has been one of the grittiest, real, challenging, anger inducing, tear rolling, deep discussion promoting Lent series I have ever been involved in.

A lot of this comes down to the power of the program, the skills of Paula Gooder as the writer; but the majority reason for why this has been a positive Lent course is down to the commitment of each member of the group in finding the time in incredibly busy lives  to watch the episode for an hour and then be willing to make themselves vulnerable in contributing and/or answering questions.

Tonight we chatted about how we had found the series … gritty, challenging, anger inducing … are all words that came to us as we sat around the table and shared food. I believe it has driven home to each of us, more as a reminder than a lesson, that as people of faith we can;’t help but be involved in our lives, in our communities and in our worlds. We also acknowledged that sometimes a ‘Christian response’ was not unique or obvious … as we considered hard hitting questions of how we would react, or the lengths we might go to, try and combat the effects of extreme poverty in our lives.

I have really valued getting together with this group of great, and not always agreeing, people …. we’ve had great discussions and ourselves. The series notes ended with this prayer attributed ti Francis Drake. It resonated with every one of us.

Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

Amen to that!

 

end of term awesomeness

broken-bread-roll-17090065So my Easter chaplaincy duties came to a great conclusion today.

At all of the services I did the classic silk ribbon trick to tell the Easter story. I tied two blue hankies together that represented the disciples feeling ‘blue’ and tying themselves up in knots after the death of Jesus. I then made a red hanky disappear, symbolising Jesus dying, only for the red hanky to appear tied between the two blue ones.

It’s become a bit of a ‘thing’ in my schools to use ‘magic’ tricks … the children love it, Niza-Truco-de-Magia-Props-Magia-Herramientas-Juguetes-Pr-ctica-Cambiar-Color-de-la-Bufanda-desome of the staff do as well …. and at the end of the school day I see that learning has occurred. Children always say they liked the trick as they go home and when I ask what the story is about, what the trick was illustrating, they can immediately tell me.

This morning in our secondary school I combined the trick with our easter Eucharist. Secondary students are a little too cool to appreciate the same way as KS2 but they got the illustration. This morning was, again, awesome.

Previously in this school I have taught about Eucharist. The students have a choice of whether to come forward or not, and when they get to the front we have a code whereby they show whoever (myself or member of staff) is giving bread whether they wish to receive the bread, a simple inclusive blessing (May you have love, joy and peace in your life) or nothing at all. This morning was awesome because the overwhelming majority of our 360 students wished to share in Eucharist.

I find that pretty amazing, pretty awe inspiring, and an incredibly humbling experience to be able to be a part of. Seeing 300 or so teenagers lining up to receive the Body of Christ is incredibly special!

After Eucharist I got to spend some time with a Y3 class talking about Holy Week. I shared one stuff and, was again, bowled over at the knowledge of some of our children. I got asked some pretty tough questions and promised to find out why Easter is called easter … answers on a postcard please!

So a pretty awe inspiring EOT ….. and a great term too ….  thanks Koinonia Federation people for being just who you are!

nothing is different but everything changes

sunrise 2018 jpgWe have developed a kind of tradition at Holy Trinity Greenwich Peninsula for Easter morning. For the last three years a few of us (sometimes 5, sometimes 20) have gathered just before sunrise around a BBQ on the shore of the Thames on the peninsula.

As we have experienced the sunrise, showing itself through the blurry faces coming into focus, through the welcoming warmth of the sun on our faces, through unfamiliar surroundings becoming familiar again … we have tried to enter into the confusion and awe that made up that first Easter morning.

We chat together after hearing Mary’s account of the empty tomb … we wonder how they felt, we wonder what they thought might be happening … and as we wonder we re-remember how amazing the truth of Easter Day actually is.

We share communion, Eucharist, bread and wine (take your pick!) and again wonder IMG_1645what it may have been like for those disciples sharing this simple ceremony together. As we share, we talk and recognise that in these ordinary everyday items of bread and wine that we hold before us that something different is happening. Nothing is obviously different, but everything has changed.

We end the service with BBQ and bubbly … it’s a celebration after all … and we go home … changed … as we have encountered God once again in the simplicity of life.

So if you are in the area and wish to celebrate the risen Christ in a unique way …. why not consider joining us.

turning tables

IMG_0250One of the things I love about living in London, and on The Peninsula in particular, is the beautiful diversity of both cultures and experiences that are embodied in the stories of people I regularly come cross.

As Team Vicar for HTGP I have been blessed  on recent Sunday’s when other people have brought the homily. A few weeks ago Tim, who comes from a justice and trade union background in the States challenged us in standing up and speaking out. Next Sunday, Barbara who is a retired priest who spent a lot of her ministry in the Diocese of Europe will bring the homily from her unique perspective. This last Sunday, Confidence, an incredible ordained man from Ghana shared a homily on the set passage for the day, with Jesus turning over the tables in the temple.

I was particularly struck by the depth of the way that Confidence unpacked the passage. It was simply beautiful to hear him reflect on his childhood playing with his friends in the forest and trapping birds and at some stage being spoken to by the elders as they had moved onto sacred ground. From this story Confidence related and resonated so well with Jesus getting angry with the temple authorities as he turned over those tables.

I remember being totally enthralled by Confidence’s story and smiling as I re-learned that the Jesus story is more than universal, it crosses all boundaries, filters and may be found in all types of stories, challenges, excites and reaffirms all peoples … no matter where they are, who they are, what they think about themselves or how they have been treated.  Maybe as a Christian I become a bit blasé sometimes about how truly amazing our story really is.

Why not listen to Confidence (and others)  here.

 

Be ….

beThis week at Agapai we started our Lent study using Paula Gooder’s material based on the gritty TV series Broken. Prior to our meal we had all agreed to watch episode 1, entitled Christine,which like others in the series, is hard hitting and full of moral dilemmas.

We shared how the episode made us feel … there were a variety of emotions expressed, my own personal one being anger. Anger that those who are vulnerable and in need of support are deprived of it. Others, again, felt great sadness as we tried to get our heads around the subject finding it difficult to understand how being desperate someone becomes when they find themselves with the choices that  Christine faced on a  daily basis.

I love discussing stuff but anyone that knows me understands that somewhere along the way, somewhere in any conversation or in any teaching, I will eventually get to a point of asking:
‘So what?’
‘What is our response as people, as Christians?’
‘What are we called to do?’
‘What can we do?’

In desperate situations of poverty it is hard to know how to support or help and we talked around this for quite a while.  There are no easy or quick fix answers and that makes answering the question the much harder.

After the meeting one of the group found and pointed us to this link. In this Kerry Hudson writes of her return to the towns where she grew up. Some of her comments hot hard and may point to some of the answers as to how we can respond. They all involve getting involved. Getting hands dirty. Being vulnerable. making a difference.

Today, the Richard Rohr thought for the day really resonated with me as I was pondering the Agapai discussion again.

Today Rohr quotes Beatrice Bruteau

we bear some responsibility. We have to take our part in the work. We, for instance, are now in a position to do something about all the suffering. . . . We are agents within the system and can have causal effects on other parts of the system. We have intelligence, we have empathy and capacity to feel for others and to care about them, we even have insight into the Ground present in every being and calling for an appropriate form of absolute respect.

What will we do? . . . What does “God want us to” do? Not a good way of putting the question, because it distances God from the world, but the answer I propose is Be! Be creative, be interactive, be agape, give being, unite, be whole, be in every possible way, be new. The self-creating world is unpredictable. It’s like a musician’s improvisation. . . . But the artwork will always resemble the artist. So the cosmos will somehow be like the Trinity, the vast Person-Community that is Agape, inter-being. . . .

The answer of ‘Be’
That is real
That is intentional
That is us.