Fr
Michaels First Sermon as Curate at All Saints Church Hockerill, 4 September
2005
Fr
Michaels second sermon 9 October 05
Fr Michaels third sermon 6 November 05
Fr Michaels 4th Sermon 4th December, 2005 Advent 2.
Fr Michaels 5th Sermon 5 February 2006
Fr Michaels 6th Sermon 5 March 2006
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Michaels Sermon Palm Sunday 2006
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7 May 06 (Easter 4)
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Sermon for the 11th Sunday
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for the 14th Sunday after
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for the 19th Sunday after Trinity
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Mass on a All Saints Sunday 2006
Fr Michaels Sermon on Remembrance Sunday 12.11.06
Fr Michaels Sermon for the First Sunday of Advent Year C
Fr Michaels Sermon for
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Sermon for fourth
Sunday in Advent Year C
"Owe to no one anything,
except to love one another":
What image does the word love conjure up for you? Perhaps it's a romantic
candlelit dinner, a walk by the sea with the sand beneath your toes,
hand-in-hand with someone special. Is it a young couple running through
beautiful meadows with the sun beating down, and their golden locks flowing in
the breeze?
Well life isn't always like that: well least it isn't for me, perhaps it is for
you, I suspect not though. Thank God sometimes there are special moments when
we share wonderful experiences with the people we love, but in day-to-day
living these tend to be few and far between.
There is a great deal about love in the Gospels, Jesus tells us to love one
another as he has loved us, but I don't remember any reference to the disciples
having romantic candlelit dinners with Jesus.
I
saw a sticker the other day in the back window of a car, it said in huge letters
Jesus loves you, but then in tiny letters it went on to say but
everyone else thinks you're an idiot.
Well isn't that just the point? Jesus loves
us regardless of how we are, what we do, how evil we are, or even what other
people think of us. He showed that love for us in an amazing way, by dying the
most horrific and painful death. Nothing very romantic and lovey-dovey about
that. Jesus shows us in that one action that Love is about sacrifice and
commitment. We celebrate that love today, that's what the mass is all about. The elements of bread and wine in a mystical
way become Christ's
body and blood shed for us on the cross. So when we come to Communion we are actually tasting the love of God. We are called as Christians to take that love into the world and at the end of mass I will invite you to go in peace and love to serve Jesus, out there beyond the doors of All Saints. Jesus tells us to love one another as he has loved us. Clearly he doesn't want us to die for each other, although some have done that particularly
the martyrs and saints. What I believe we as Christians are
called to do is to start
by being accepting and
understanding of others. After all isn’t that just what Christ himself did. He
accepted those that society excluded, the tax collectors, lepers, prostitutes
and thieves. But it doesn’t stop there. In the same way that we have a
relationship with Jesus through our prayer life and by meeting him in Holy
Communion we need to build relationships with one another. It is clear from the
gospel where we are told to love our enemies, that one another does not mean just other Christians, although that
isn’t a bad place to start. It's pretty
easy to love people we like and get on with, but what about those we really
can't bear or all those we totally disapprove of? Then of course there are
those who hurt us.
’Owe to no one anything except to love one another'
It's
a pretty clear message isn't it?
Someone once said to me love isn't a
feeling it's a decision. I thought at the time it was just one of those clever
academic, smug things to say. But having thought about it and I'm sure there is
a huge amount of truth in it. The love of those nursing sick relatives through
the long drawn-out illnesses for example is not about feelings it's about
commitment and self-sacrifice. The sort of commitment and self-sacrifice that
Jesus made and calls us to make.
As part of my theological training I was involved in a project to provide food
for homeless people. An old church hall had been converted into a place where
those living on the streets could come to have hot drinks and something to eat.
It was called the Gatehouse Project and allowed people to take shelter from the
weather for a couple of hours, sit and chat, read the newspapers, play cards or
dominoes or just have a snooze. Quite often I really enjoyed it but I have to
admit it could be really hard work. A lot of those that we referred to as the
clients were really lovely people but some could be quite abusive and rude and
others simply stank. There were lots of times I really didn't feel like going
especially on cold winter's evenings when there was a roaring log fire in the
college common room and my friends were enjoying a glass of wine or beer, but I
had no choice I had to go. The other volunteers however didn't have to they
were just that volunteers. The majority of them were Christians and many were
young people studying at the University and I was incredibly impressed and
humbled by their commitment to those less fortunate than they were. That would
turn out regardless of how they felt or what sort of day they had had. That
showed to me real commitment and self-sacrifice and I think that it gave me a
glimpse of what love in the true Christian sense is all about.
Another
great help to me came from a surprising place, a children’s story, written in
the 1920s and called the Velveteen rabbit. It tells the story of a toy rabbit
and I would like to read part of it to you (so if you are sitting comfortably
then I will begin)
THERE was once velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really
splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted
brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen.
He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The poor little Rabbit was
made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace,
and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.
The Skin Horse
had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others.. He was wise, for he
had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and
by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were
only toys, and would never turn into anything else.
" What is REAL
?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they
were lying side by side near the nursery
fender, " Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a
stick-out handle ? "
" Real
isn't how you are made," said the Skin horse. "It's a thing that
happens to you. When a child loves
you for a long, long time, not just to
play with, but REALLY loves you, then
you become Real."
" Docs it hurt ? "
asked the Rabbit.
" Sometimes," said the
Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. " When you are Real
you don't mind being hurt."
" Does it happen all at once, like
being wound up," he asked, "or
bit by bit?"
" It doesn't
happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. " You become. It takes a
long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or
have sharp edges, or who have to be
carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair
has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and
very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real
you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it
would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him.
There was a person called Nana who
ruled the nursery..
One evening,
when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept
with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt for china
dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and seeing that the toy
cupboard door stood open, she made a swoop.
" Here," she said, " take your old Bunny I He'll do to sleep with you !" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one
ear, and put him into the Boy's arms.
That night,
and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept
in the Boy's bed. At first he found it rather uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged
him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed
him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. But very
soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels
for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrows the real
rabbits lived in.
And so time went on, and
the little Rabbit was very happy—so happy that he
never noticed how his beautiful velveteen
fur was getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail coming unsewn, and
all the pink rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed him.
Spring came, and they had long days in the
garden, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit went too. once, when the Boy was
called away suddenly to go out to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn
until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him because the Boy
couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with the dew, and
Nana grumbled as she rubbed him off with a corner of her apron.
" You must have
your old Bunny! " she said. " Fancy all that fuss for a toy!”
The Boy sat up in bed
and stretched out his hands.
" Give me
my Bunny!" he said. " You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy. He's
REAL!”
When the little
Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew that what the Skin Horse had said
was true at last. The nursery magic had
happened to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real. The Boy
himself had said it.
Can I take this opportunity to thank you all for the
love that you have shown me since I came to All Saints. Most of my hair was
rubbed off long before I came here and I am hoping that my eyes don't fall out
or that I get too shabby, but I am very grateful for what everyone here has
done since I joined you back in July to make me feel real.
Christian love surely is about making people feel real and I think that's what
we need to do here in Bishop's Stortford. It doesn't have to be necessarily
huge things. Perhaps just a pleasant word or a smile to the staff at the
checkout at Waitrose or Sainsbury's or being polite (and this is a hard one for
me) to that person usually called john or Sharon who is clearly ringing you from Bombay to sell you double glazing
or a new phone is all that is needed. Or it could be resisting the urge to tell
someone perhaps a grumpy boss who is abrupt or rude to us where to get off, we
don’t know what they are going through in their lives and being rude back will
definitely not help them. I don’t think it is that difficult it just takes a
little thoughtfulness.
Jesus wants us to change the world and I believe in
the words of the old Beatles song All You Need Is Love.
It may not be obvious, but
during my time at theological college I had to attend sermon classes. I
remember vividly at one of the first such classes the lecturer saying that we
would always struggle when writing and preparing sermons. If that wasn’t the
case he said, we would fail. Well if the opposite is true and the more we
struggle the better the sermon then all I can say is this will be the best
sermon ever. Unfortunately I am sure that is not the case (but I can always go
for the sympathy vote). Certainly today’s Gospel is not the easiest to understand
so it was quite encouraging to hear those exact words earlier in the week from
Fr Kevin.
Well my first reaction to
today's Gospel was wow that's bit harsh. To be bound hand and foot and thrown
into the outer darkness where there will be grinding and gnashing of teeth for
not wearing a wedding robe. After all he wasn't expecting to be at the wedding
since the King had sent his servants into the streets to invite him as the
original guests had refused to come to the party. (Makes my old schools policy
on uniform seem quite lenient.)
In society today it would seem that the importance of dress is less relevant
than in the past. The Chancellor of the Exchequer turning up for a black-tie
dinner in the City of London in a lounge suit hit the national news a few years
ago, but now no one seems to bat an eyelid. One just has to see how people
dress for weddings today and compare it to how they would have dressed 20 years
ago to see that things have changed. For example a man without a tie on would
have seemed unthinkable back then, but now it's commonplace. (Yesterday’s
wedding here at All Saints however put the lie to that.) So on the face of
it, it
looks as if being dressed correctly is irrelevant in today's post-modern
society. However if we take a look below the surface I think it is as relevant
now as it ever was. Those tie less men at weddings these days may have open
collars, but their shirts and suits are unlikely to have been bought from Marks
Spencer’s or Burton’s. Designer labels are the order of the day. Designer
labels and indeed having the right label is essential I've even heard about
children being bullied because they haven't got the right designer label
trainers. So let's not kid ourselves that the right dress is not as important
today as it ever was. As Christians we need it as St Paul says in his letter to the Romans, put on Christ, clothe ourselves in Christ. What we wear says a great deal about us, and our attitude. If we go back to the guys at the wedding in their designer gear, it's fairly obvious
that they are wearing it out of respect for the bride and groom. It's an important occasion
and their response
is to wear expensive clothes.
On the other hand if we see somebody in a school uniform it tells us that they belong to a particular school. Someone dressed in black with a dog collar is either a priest or deacon or on the way to a fancy-dress party. In the same way if we clothe ourselves
in Christ it lets people know that we belong to Christ. And clothing ourselves
in Christ is about
becoming like Christ. Christians have the ultimate designer
label Christ himself and you can’t get better than that.
Then there is the other point that the man in the story was bought in from a
street and had no chance to get himself properly dressed for the occasion.
Again on the surface that seems quite a tough one to explain. Well what we
don't hear, but would have been obvious to those to whom Jesus was talking, was
that it would have been common practice for the host to supply the necessary
Robes for the guests. This puts a completely different slant on it doesn’t it.
The man actually refused to wear what he
was supposed to even when it was offered to him. And what's more when he was questioned
by the King about it he was speechless. He reminds me of the archetypal
teenager portrayed by people like Harry Enfield or Katharine Tait. I can just
see it, his reaction to being offered the robe to wear........” Whatever”, and
when the king spoke to him “am I bothered?”.
It is still however quite a harsh punishment, and to find out what it's all
about I think we need to look more closely at the story. The parable relates to
the chosen People of God the Jewish people rejecting the invitation to the
banquet, in other words rejecting the invitation to be part of the kingdom of
heaven. So the invitation is then opened up to everyone. We read that the
slaves went out into the streets and gathered all whom they found both good and
bad. But what becomes very clear is that it is not enough just
to go to the wedding feast, in other words when we learn about Christ and what he has done for us it's no use carrying on as if nothing happened, we
must react. It is absolutely essential for Christians that
our reaction to the invitation is to change.
Our response cannot be and must not be “whatever”, or “am I bothered?”. At the risk of
sounding like an old-fashioned hellfire preacher we must
repent. What I mean by repentance,
it is not about beating our breasts and going about in sackcloth and ashes, it's
about turning away
from evil and injustice and walking
a different path - God's
path. And that path leads to a banquet, a feast, something full of joy and hope, a party. Well that is pretty good news isn't it. To hear the kingdom of God is going to be a party, I am quite relieved really, and can think of nothing worse than spending eternity sitting
on a cloud playing a harp, mind
you with my musical ability that
would be pretty awful for the rest of you.
The Church is about amongst other things bringing
God's kingdom to
earth, bringing
the wedding feast to
the here-and-now.
It is significant that last
week here at All Saints we revisited our commitment to the church. We revisited our response
to the invitation
to the wedding feast; we adjusted our robes so to
speak. We need to regularly reassess
our response to what God has done for us. Christ who was and is God lived among
us and died for us. Our response to that is to love in return. Not out of fear
that we may end up bound hand and foot and thrown in to the darkness (although
that is a pretty scary prospect) but because God is so wonderful we can do
nothing else. We are all at different stages in our Christian journey and the
level of our response is going to be different, but we do need to build our
relationship with God through daily prayer, regular bible reading and through
committing ourselves to meeting him at the altar regularly at Mass. Our
response can also be by getting involved more in the daily life of the Church
and sharing in the fellowship that the Church offers. The response needs to
extend beyond the Church into the world so we also need to love our neighbours,
standing up against injustices and loving God’s creation. We can’t just do all
these things just when we feel like it, our commitment to the church is a
reflection of our commitment to God, so we can not afford to be like the man at
the wedding feast and let our response be “whatever” or “am I bothered?” and I
am sure none of us wants to be like that. It is difficult to do that alone and
God will support us in whatever we do in his name, and we as the Church should
support each other too in our attempts to follow the path to God. That is why I
am saddened when I hear people say that you don’t have to go to Church to be a
good Christian. Often those saying that, have had bad experiences of the Church
or they just don’t see the relevance of worship. That is something we as
Christians need to take seriously because it can indicate a failure by us. It
is certainly possible to have a relationship with God through our private
prayer life and there are some wonderful people in the world doing so much good
work for others who never come to Church. There are many from whom we as
Christians could learn a great deal. But the parable this morning tells us that
the Kingdom of Heaven is like a wedding banquet and it is obvious that a
wedding banquet needs more than one person to make it a feast.
Those of you who were at the late night session of the half night of prayer at
the beginning of our commitment weekend may remember the following words of St
Teresa of Avila that I read which I think are very helpful in helping us to
realise what our response should be.
Christ has no
body but your body now on earth, no hands but yours, no feet but yours: yours
are the eyes through which he is to look with compassion on the world, yours
are the feet with which he is to go about doing good, and yours are the hands
with which he is to bless us now.
So let us pray
Lord
Jesus we give you our hands to do your work, we give you our feet
To
go your way; we give you our eyes to see as you do, we give you our tongues to
speak your words, we give you our minds that you may think in us, we give you
our hearts that you may love through us, we give you our whole selves that you
may grow in us, so that it is you, Lord Jesus who live and work and pray in us.
AMEN
It seems that every time I preach at All Saints the Gospel has some connection to weddings and marriage. I don't know if somebody is trying tell
me something ….. maybe it is pure coincidence.
Once
again in this morning's Gospel Jesus uses the idea of a wedding to get over his
point. This particular Gospel reading relates to the second coming of Christ. The early
Christians as we read in some of St
Paul's letters were convinced that the second coming was
imminent. Obviously we now know that this was not the
case. Over 2000 years have passed and
the second coming is still awaited. Many have prophesied
that it was about to happen. Ignatius wrote in 110 AD "the last days are upon us. Weigh
carefully the times. Look for Him who is above all time, eternal and
invisible." Hippolytus reckoned in 236AD that Christ would return
by 500AD. Even Martin Luther in about 1500 wrote "We have reached the time of
the white horse of the Apocalypse. This world will not last any longer . . .
than another hundred years." In more recent times the Jehovah's
witnesses are often predicting Christ's coming again. Back in about 1916 a
number gathered to greet Jesus on his return and when
nothing happened it was claimed that he had returned
secretly.
But Jesus warned us about this in the
previous chapter of St Matthew's Gospel He makes it clear that firstly no one except God the Father knows the
time of Christ’s return. And
secondly he makes it clear there will be no doubt that he has returned. For as the lightning comes from
the east and flashes as far as the west, so will be the coming of the Son of
Man. Wherever the corpse is, there the vultures will gather. Immediately after
the suffering of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not
give its light; the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of heaven will
be shaken. Then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in heaven, and then all
the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see “the Son of Man coming on
the clouds of heaven” with power and great glory. And he will send out his
angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four
winds, from one end of heaven to the other. So I
think it's a sure thing that were not going to miss it
when it happens. The problem is that we can easily be lulled into a false sense of
security. Like the bridesmaids we read about in the
Gospel, who because the groom was delayed ran out of oil. So when he did return they needed to go
off to get more oil and by the time they returned it was too late, they
were no longer welcome at the feast.
Keep
awake therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.
It's easy to think that it won't happen
to me after all it is 2005 and things
that that just don't happen do they? Or do they? It reminds me a little bit of games of hide and seek we used to
play as children. The person who was on
would count to a hundred and then shout ‘ready
or not I'm
coming.’ According to this parable that's exactly what
it will be like with Jesus when he comes again. Ready or not I am coming. Keep
awake therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.
When I first came to the parish I saw a
young man in one of the shops on Snowley Parade wearing
a T-shirt which said Jesus is coming. I
thought perhaps he
was a devout Christian but on closer inspection I read
Jesus is coming
so look busy. Well amusing as that seems it won't do any good it will be too late. Looking busy will be pointless but I think knowing that is what adds to the humour.
So how do we make sure that we keep oil in
our lamps if we
look at Psalm 119 verse
105 it says Your
word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
So clearly as Christians
our faith in Jesus is the oil in our lamps. But it is essential to keep that faith
fresh and alive, otherwise we will be like
the foolish bridesmaids.
I wonder if any of you are members of the gym or do regular exercise. I know when I joined a gym many years ago I started out with great intentions. I had visions of
having a magnificent toned body and being incredibly fit. Well the six-pack I imagined resembles
more of a barrel and I’m nowhere
near as fit as I should be. The problem was it was too difficult, it was boring, and it didn't become part of my everyday life. We are told by experts
that the best way to keep physically fit is to build exercise into our daily lives. Leave the car at home and walk, use the stairs rather than the left, and do exercise that we enjoy so we won't get bored. Another thing that helps is to do it with some body else. I used to regularly play squash on a Sunday evening with a friend. Even when I did not really feel like it the fact that I would be letting my friend down was an incentive to carry on.
In some ways
the same things are true of our spiritual life. If we try to take on too much and be like one of the great spiritual giants
such as St Teresa and Ignatius
we will probably
give up fairly
quickly. It's a bit
like trying to run a marathon before you can walk to the shops without stopping
for breath.
We need to fit spiritual exercises into
our everyday life so
that it becomes a natural thing to do in some respects a habit. Saying our
prayers every day,
reading the Bible
and, going to Mass on Sundays is the way the Church recommends we grow in our faith. Or to use the analogy of the Gospel story the way to keep the oil in our lamps. Also in the same way that playing
sport with a friend can be motivating the community
aspect of the
Church can have
a similar effect. We are not in this alone. It can also be helpful in a similar way that
athletes have coaches
to have a sort of spiritual
coach. Someone
to share with
how things are
going to provide
encouragement and help
particularly if things
get tough. I would certainly
recommend that everyone
should occasionally at least have a chat with someone about their
prayer life.
Father Kevin and
I are both happy to do this or to recommend someone else
to you if you prefer.
The important thing
is that we need to stay in shape spiritually
if we are to be awake and ready for Christ. One question we perhaps
all need to ask ourselves is, if you knew tomorrow you
would meet your
maker would you
do anything differently
today? If the answer that question is yes then don't wait do it today. In the words of the hymn live this day as if it were thy last.
Keep awake therefore, for you know
neither the day nor the hour.
Last time I
preached I said that most of the Gospels allocated for the Sundays I had to
prepare sermons for seemed to feature weddings. Well this
morning we move on to mother in-laws. Simon's mother
in-law in fact. There are some other famous mother in-law
stories in the Bible Ruth's mother-in-law Naomi for example and other less well
known ones. The passage I am about to read tells of one of the lesser known
ones and features King Solomon.
Then there came into
King Solomon’s presence two women, dragging between them a young man.and they
stood before him. "My Lord” said
the first one “This young man agreed to marry my daughter," "No! He agreed to marry MY
daughter," said the other. And so they argued in the king’s presence,
until he called for silence. "Bring me my biggest sword," said
Solomon, They brought in a sword and the king gave an order “Cut the young man
in half. Each of you shall receive a half." The first lady. said, "Oh
Sire, do not spill innocent blood. Let the other woman’s daughter marry
him." But the second lady said ‘Let neither of our daughters have him cut
him in two” Thereupon the king gave judgement. "This man must marry the
second lady’s daughter," he proclaimed. "But she was willing to cut
him in two!" exclaimed the king’s court. "Indeed," said King
Solomon. "That shows she is the TRUE mother-in-law!" When Israel
heard the judgement which the king had given they all stood in awe of him.
Well
Simon's mother-in-law is not like that is she? When Jesus
comes with his disciples to Simon's home he learns that Simon's mother in-law
has a fever. When Jesus was told about her he took her by
the hand and lifted her up. The fever
left her. Her response to this is something we Christians should take to heart. She began to serve them. I think they would have been quite understandable if she
had just wanted to rest, but no, her response to what
Jesus had done was to serve. What is our response to what
Jesus does for us? We have an example in Simon's mother-in-law of what our
response to Jesus should be….. to serve him. We can't
afford to carry on as if nothing happened, we must respond,
we must follow Simon's mother-in-law's example, we must
serve him.
Jesus had a really busy time that day.
He returned from his work at the synagogue and then he
was at it again firstly healing Simon's mother-in-law as we just heard. Then as soon as the sun had set we
then hear that the whole city gathered around his door. If it had not been the Sabbath he would have been even busier.
They wouldn’t have waited until sunset. So the instant the Sabbath ends
people are clambering to get to Jesus for cures and to have demons cast out.
The following day was just as busy. He went to
neighbouring towns to proclaim the message, the message that God loved them. But he didn’t stop there,
he went on. In fact we are told he
went through the whole of Galilee proclaiming the message in their synagogues and casting out
demons. A non-stop
whirlwind of preaching healing and casting out demons.
(Sounds like a day in the life of a
curate). But there
is one very very important part of the Gospel that I read
this morning that I have missed out. In the morning while it was still very dark he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed.
Jesus took time out; he took
time out of his busy schedule to pray.
Most of us lead it very very busy lives.
That is what is expected of us in this postmodern world. We often drive ourselves
day in and day out, often not stopping for meals. After all ‘lunch is for
wimps.’ And we feel guilty if we are not doing something.
I don't know about you but unless I am rushing around doing things I do not
feel as if I'm working. Well Jesus supplies us with a
model. He too was very busy as we have heard and the
stuff he was doing was top priority but he took time out …….to
go to a deserted place and pray. It
is vital I think in our busy lives to follow the model that Jesus's has given
us. If we don’t we will burn out. We will have to give up
altogether we will be pretty useless. I heard recently of a priest who was
confronted by parishioner one Sunday morning who was really quite stroppy. I phoned yesterday and you were not available she said to him. The priest explained that it was his
day off on a Saturday. Day off said the woman; the devil
doesn't have a day off. That's right
said the priest and if I didn't take time out, I' would
be just like him.
We all need to take time off and God provides another
model for us in the creation story when he rests on the 7th day. This is later enshrined in
the law as one of the Ten Commandments instructing us to
keep the Sabbath.
A story which illustrates well the affects of overworking is the one about a chap who was looking for work as a lumberjack.
He approached the foreman of a
logging crew and asked for a job. “That depends,” replied the foreman. “Let’s
see you fell this tree.” The young man stepped forward and skilfully felled a
great tree. Impressed, the foreman said, “Start Monday.”
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday rolled by, and by Thursday afternoon the
foreman approached the young man and said, “You can pick up your pay packet on
the way out today.”
Startled the young man replied, “I thought you paid on Friday.” “Normally we
do,” answered the foreman, “but we’re letting you go today because you have
fallen behind. Our daily felling charts show that you dropped from first place
on Monday to last on Wednesday.”
“But I’m a hard worker,” the young man objected. “ I arrive first, leave last,
and have even worked through my coffee breaks!”
The foreman, sensing the boy’s integrity thought for a minute and then asked,
“Have you been sharpening you axe?”
The young man replied, “I’ve been working too hard to take the time.”
So we too in our busy lives need to
take time off to sharpen our axes. It
will mean that our performance will be so much better.
We need to take time out if we are going to encounter God.
Time-out in prayer. Time-out to sharpen our spiritual axes.
It's important too that our prayer life doesn't get over busy. For a lot of us prayer is simply a huge list of requests, please God make Aunt Nellie well, help me with my exams, give me more confidence, let there
be peace on earth, make me good and so on. And it is
quite right that we should make requests of God but prayer is about more than
that it is about building a relationship with God. It is
necessary therefore sometimes to just be in God's presence.
To be silent, to listen. I am
sure we all know the story of Elijah in the Book of Kings.
Elijah is told to go on to the mountain for the Lord is about to pass by.
There's a great wind, which tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind was an
earthquake but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake was a fire,
but the Lord was not in the fire.
After the fire came a gentle whisper a still small voice.
Mother Teresa wrote ’ God is rarely found in the
midst of noise and restlessness:
instead he is the friend of silence.’
Presenting God with a wish list is something I learnt to
do at a very young age. And as I said earlier God wants us to do that some of
the time. In our relationships with our earthly parents we develop. It would be
very odd if a 40 year old related to their mother or father the same way as
they did when they were 4 or 5. I know we sometimes regress and sometimes
parents encourage this. I know my Mum still treats me sometimes as if I was
about that age. But in the main the relationship has moved on and that is what
should happen with our relationship with God.
It needs to develop and mature and that can only be done by being with
God in quiet and silence some of the time.
The message this morning is to take time off, take time
out for yourself take time out for your friends, take
time out for your family and most importantly
take time out for God. Forget the expression don't just
sit there do something and replace it with don't just do something sit
there. It
is good for the soul, it is good for the mind, its good for our relationships
with each other and it is good for our relationship with
God. I am sure if we try it we will find ourselves amazed by how much
happier and contented we become and how much our faith will grow.
Let
us pray, Father Breathe through the heats of our desire, Thy coolness and thy
balm. Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind
and fire. O still small voice of calm.
Amen
We
first encountered John the Baptist on the
first Sunday in Advent. Well today is the first Sunday in
Lent and we again find ourselves meeting John the Baptist. This time he's living up to his name and he is baptizing
Jesus. Mark as I explained on Advent Sunday wrote his
gospel with a sense of urgency. Probably for Christians in Rome. Christians who
were persecuted and killed for their faith. This urgency
is obvious both in the language used, immediately is a word we hear a lot of in
his Gospel, it is also seen in the brevity of his
account. Often what is not said is as powerful as what is said. It certainly
allows us to ask questions and in this account of the
baptism of Christ we are left to ask the question why did
Jesus need to be baptised. In Matthew's account, John is the one who says that Jesus
should be baptising him. But this is part of Jesus's
final preparation to begin his ministry. He needs to identify with sinful
humanity, so he is baptised by John. Then we hear that the heavens open and the
Holy Spirit descended on him in the form of a dove and God's voice was heard
from heaven declaring that this was his beloved Son in whom he was well pleased. Jesus then went immediately into the wilderness, again to
help identify with humanity, and those words
were ringing in his ears ‘You are my beloved son in whom I am well
pleased’
In the wilderness there was little reassurance of God's love. The same can be true for us. We have
periods of wilderness, of silence and despair when we don't feel God is there. Jesus didn't hear repeated confirmation of his
father's love for him in fact there are only two
occasions when those words were spoken. We see the first
today and last week when we heard the account of the transfiguration and we
heard of the other occasion. But Jesus held on to the fact that God loved him and resisted temptation.
Mark
doesn't explain what those temptations that Jesus faced
are, he simply tells us that Jesus was tempted by Satan
and he was with the wild beasts and the angels.
It's not very fashionable these days to think of the Devil as a being. The
old pictures of a horned man usually a bit red with a spiky
tail are a bit too Hollywood for us to take them seriously.
Other images are to say the least very non-PC. But whether or not you believe
the Devil is a fallen angel, or a metaphor for evil is
not important. What is important is that we realise that
there is a huge amount of evil about in our world.
The Devil once came dejected
before God and wailed, "Almighty God -- I want you to know that I am bored
-- bored to tears! I go around doing nothing all day long. There isn’t a stitch
of work for me to do!"
"I can’t understand you," replied God. Surely there is plenty of work to be done. Isn’t your job to
lead people into sin?"
"Lead people into sin!" muttered the Devil contemptuously. "Why
Lord, even before I can get a chance to say a blessed word to anyone they have
already gone and sinned."
Those
of us familiar with the office of Compline will know the
verse from the first letter of
Peter
‘Beloved
be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil
is as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may
devour, whom resist steadfast in the faith.’
A modern translation may not have the beauty and elegance of those words but it
may help us to understand just how to deal with this evil.
’ Keep alert -like a roaring lion your adversary the devil prowls around
looking for someone to devour. Resist him steadfast in
your faith.
I remember some years ago I went through quite a difficult time in my life. My father had died about a year before and although my
faith had been a tremendous help in getting me through the grief, other things had happened
and it just felt as if God
wasn't there. Well I was fortunate
that I had a very wise and holy man as my spiritual director.
He was a monk, a member of the Community of the
Resurrection at Mirfield. I suggested to him that it was a little pointless
coming to see him as I was really very unsure about whether God even existed. He pointed out that this was a wilderness time for me. He told me to carry on doing those things I had been doing, saying my prayers daily reading the Bible going to Mass
every Sunday, in other words to be steadfast in my faith. He told me that many of the Saints had experienced exactly
the same wilderness times, some for many years and by remaining faithful had
come through and once again heard the voice of God saying You are my beloved in whom I am well pleased.
Well you don't need me to tell you that I'm no saint, but
I did follow his advice. I have to say not