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Who is the Greatest
Given by:
Rev. Stephen Webster
Date given:
25 July 2010
Book:
Matthew
Chapter:
20
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton Last Sunday Jane and I celebrated our 12th Wedding anniversary. 12 very happy years – obviously. But over those 12 years we have come to realise that in one vital respect we have a profoundly different and incompatible outlook on life. I am a Pre-sorter but Jane is still – despite years of tuition from mea Post-sorter.
Pre – sorting; Post – sorting: imagine the scene. 11 o’clock Sunday night we’ve suddenly remembered that tomorrow is bin day. And there we are sorting through the contents of the bedroom bins making sure no recyclable paper, cardboard, plastic or tin is going to be sent to the landfill.
It seems an appropriate moment to remind Jane of the superiority of Pre-sorting over Post-sorting. ‘Wouldn’t it have been better,’ I say, ‘if we had two bins in every room – one for recyclables.’
‘You buy an extra set of bins’ says Jane, ‘and label them – and make sure the children use the right ones and I’ll fit in.’ This is beside the point. I’m into the big picture not the implementation of the minor details.
Pre-sorting; Post-sorting. It affects too the science of dishwasher stacking. Imagine the scene. I’m unloading the dishwasher - an uncommon scene.
I look and I see that for some incomprehensible reason knives, forks, teaspoons, parts for whisks and wooden spoons are randomly distributed without any regard for the little dividers. Being a gracious man I say nothing. I just tut and sigh and raise my eyebrows until can’t bear it any longer.
‘I think you’ll find it would save a lot of time,’ I say, ‘if we put all the knives together.’
‘Can’t be doing wasting time sorting it all beforehand when it’s dirty,’ says Jane, ‘Might as well sort it after when it’s clean. Besides who usually unloads the dishwasher?’ Again. Besides the point. Ignoring the big picture.
Pre-sorting; Post-sorting. Many are the arguments it causes. But as long as Jane puts her hands over her ears I’ll let you into a secret: I have moments of terrible doubt when I wonder if in fact it makes not a blind bit of difference whether you pre-or post sort; when I wonder if our argument is actually in fact nothing do with WHAT is better but with WHO is better.
with:
WHO is right?
WHO is wrong?
WHO is the best?
WHO is the greatest.
* * *
And so to today’s gospel reading. We’ve jumped from Luke’s gospel and for one Sunday we’re in Matthew’s gospel reading about John and James the apostle and their mother because this Sunday is the day in the lectionary when we remember James the Apostle.
Jesus and the disciples are nearing Jerusalem. And the disciples are getting excited. Four chapters back Peter declared that Jesus was the Messiah: God’s long promised King.
And now they’re nearly at Jerusalem where surely something big is going to happen; where surely God is going to intervene in power and Jesus will be made King: a King even greater than His great forefather David.
And if Jesus is going to become King then He’ll need ministers in His government. So for weeks there has been jostling and squabbling amongst the disciples. Who is the greatest? From the moment Peter declares that Jesus is the Messiah that’s the question that preoccupies the disciples
Read it in Mark 9 Luke 9 Matthew 18. Who is the greatest? Who of us is the most important? When Jesus’ comes into His Kingdom which of us will get the most important jobs. That’s what they argue about behind Jesus’ back
For us who know what happens next when Jesus arrives in Jerusalem and is crowned King with a crown of thorns maybe the argument seems a little ridiculous.
Now in Matthew 20 one of their mothers gets involved and she’s more direct than her sons are prepared to be. She’s ambitious for her boys John and James. They argue behind Jesus’ back – she’s going to ask Him to His face.
‘The mother of Zebedee’s sons’ says Matthew ‘came to Jesus with her sons and kneeling down said, “Grant that one of these 2 sons of mine may sit at Your right hand and the other at Your left in Your Kingdom.”
In other words she’s saying, ‘Jesus when You become King let my boys be Your left and right hand men - Your Chancellor and Foreign Secretary.’
Disgraceful! People in Jesus’ own community of followers people in the church openly vying for power openly jostling for influence. Surely the sort of thing we wouldn’t see in the Church today.
Here’s an article I found online from last January entitled:
Unholy Punch Up
Bethlehem was yesterday rocked by an unholy punch-up when rival priests came to blows in a dispute over how to clean the Church of the Nativity - a church shared by different Christian denominations
The brawl began when Orthodox priests set up ladders to clean the walls and ceilings of their part of the church. Armenian priests claimed that the ladders encroached their designated section of the building
Witnesses said that robed and bearded priests scuffled for more than an hour using fists, brooms and iron rods as weapons. Two Palestinian Policemen were injured attempting to bring peace.
“There are always fights over Church cleaning after Christmas’ said the mayor of Bethlehem.
This is by no means the first time priests have resorted to fisticuffs in the Holy Land. Last Palm Sunday Israeli troops struggled to bring a brawl under control in Jerusalem’s Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Clerics kicked, punched and lashed out at each other with candles; many were left with black eyes, bruises and cuts as they tried to tear off their rivals' robes in a brawl.
That fight arose during the annual ceremony held to commemorate the discovery of what some hold to be the true cross of Jesus. It began when a Greek priest was attacked for spending too long praying at the tomb of Jesus.
Such are the rivalries that for centuries the keys to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre have been entrusted to two local Muslim families.
Never mind spending too much time praying at the tomb of Jesus I reckon none of them had spent nearly enough time contemplating the true cross of Jesus.
Christian people literally fighting for territory. Disciples of Jesus each trying to build a little empire.
I wonder if any of those fighting priests ever have moments of terrible doubt when they wonder if in fact in the eternal scheme of things it really truly does not matter who puts a ladder where and who cleans which wall.
If they recognise that the argument is actually about power and:
WHO is right?
WHO is wrong?
WHO is the best?
WHO is the greatest?
Silly questions to ask when all the time there’s a world waiting to hear Jesus’ real message.
Well those are mad Priests in a land faraway we might think. But of course the Church nearer to home isn’t immune from daft arguments.
Members of my family go to a Church where they’ve had a bitter dispute over a number of years about what kind of chairs to sit on. But of course it wasn’t really about chairs. It was about power. Christian people fighting to build a little empires.
But what about us… Think back over this last week.
What were the tensions in your home?
Amongst your friends… ? In your work place… ?
And what are the tensions amongst us here in our Church life?
Who are the people we argue with or would like to argue with?
WHO is right?
WHO is wrong?
WHO is the best?
WHO is the greatest?
If we’re honest isn’t that sometimes what our arguments are really about?
Sometimes the arguments are obviously trivial - sometimes maybe they’re actually about important principles - but maybe we always need to ask ourselves, what am I trying to prove in this argument?’
Jesus, which of us is the most important? Who do you like the best? That’s what James and John and their mother want to know. ‘When the other 10 disciples heard what James and John had asked’ Matthew tells us in v24 ‘they were indignant’
But they’re only indignant because James and John and their mother have actually gone and asked outright what they wanted to know themselves.
Which of us is most important? Who do you like the best? Those are the insecurities that lie behind the disciples’ squabbling.
But of course when Jesus is crowned King in Jerusalem it’ll be with a crown of thorns and His throne will be a cross. And when Jesus ascends to that throne in Jerusalem on His right and on His left will be two crucified men. ‘If you really want to be the very best disciple,’ says Jesus,’if you really want to be right by My side then that’s where you’ll have to follow.’
‘Can you drink from the cup I am going to drink?’ He asks James and John.
Because Jesus doesn’t exercise power the way humans exercise power. He doesn’t fight for territory and engage in empire building and neither should those who follow Him.
‘You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them…Not so with you.’ Jesus says to all the disciples.
‘Instead whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave.’
Kingship Jesus’ style means serving those you rule. Kingship Jesus-style means giving your life for those under your care. Because says Jesus, ‘the Son of Man did not come to be served but to serve – and to give His life as a ransom for many.’
Imagine that in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre: Christians competing with each other to serve each; looking first to the interests of others; working hard to give their lives for each other.
What would that look like?
What would it look like in the church I know where they argue about chairs?
What would it look like in my family and your family?
In the places where we work?
What would it look like amongst us in our Church life here?
But of course it’s hard because behind our arguing is often insecurity.
Am I right?
Am I important?
Am I significant?
Am I liked?
What on earth would it mean if I backed down – if I gave this up - if I surrendered territory?
My favourite bible verses comes in John chapter 13 on the evening before Jesus dies.
‘Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under His power,’ writes John, ‘and that He had come from God and was returning to God; so He got up from the meal, took off His outer clothing, wrapped a towel around His waist and began to wash the disciples’ feet’
Jesus knew. He knew who He was. He knew His Father’s love. He had nothing to prove.
Am I important?
Am I right?
Am I significant?
Am I liked?
These weren’t Jesus’ questions because He knew His Father’s love. So He was free. Free to perform the most menial of tasks; the task performed by the lowest of slaves - the lowest of low slaves -and to wash His disciples’ feet.
He is the King who washes feet and dies a slave’s death on a cross and He calls us to follow Him.
‘Whoever wants to be great must become a servant, whoever wants to be first must become a slave.
For the Son of Man did not come to be served but to serve – and to give His life as a ransom for many.’
What would make you and me free?
Free to be wrong.
Free to give up our importance.
Free to serve other people.
Maybe the key is in knowing the Father’s love; in grasping the love of a God who in the person of Jesus came to die in My place on a cross. If I could only grasp that then maybe I could be truly free to serve others.
Who are the people you find most difficult the people you most want to argue with
at home,
at work,
here in our Church family?
Think about that a moment
picture them…
in your mind name them…
This last week what for you would have been the equivalent of washing their feet? And what could you do about it this coming week?
* * *
A final thought: poor James the Apostle. The story he gets on his special day is this incident with his pushy mother. Except of course it’s an encouragement too because actually all the disciples were a little like James’ and we’re all perhaps a little like James.
And there is a postscript. We heard it in our first reading. James is one of the first disciples truly and faithfully to follow in the footsteps of Jesus.
Speaking of His death on a cross Jesus asks James and John, ‘Can you drink from the cup I am going to drink?’
‘We can’ they boldly say.
‘One day You will’ says Jesus.
And in our first reading we heard the sad story of James’ execution at the hands of Herod.
In twenty-first century Britain I doubt that many will find ourselves following in the footsteps of Jesus quite as literally as James did.
But what Jesus asks of James, He asks of all of us who call ourselves His disciples: that we give our lives in service of each other.
‘As I have done for You’ says Jesus in John 13 ‘do for each other.’
The Calling of Simon Peter
Given by:
Rev Stephen Webster
Date given:
4th July - 8.ooam Holy Communion
Book:
Luke
Chapter:
5
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton The events of today’s gospel reading take place just down the shore from the fishing village of Capernaum. You can still go to Capernaum today. If we hurried and were lucky with our flights we could probably be there by the end of today or by tomorrow morning. The Capernaum Jesus knew is still there: a little fishing village on the shore of Lake Galilee with the remains of a fourth century synagogue built over the synagogue where Jesus taught. And close by a church and inside the remains of a small first century house. From writing carved into the stone it is clear that this house has been used for Christian worship from the very earliest days. From when it has always been known as ‘Peter’s house.’ Many scholars happily accept that this is indeed the house where Simon the fisherman – who later became Peter, once lived.
If you travel south from Capernaum along the Galilee shore towards Gennesaret you come to a sequence of steep inlets. According to NT Wright the Bishop of Durham a number of these inlets form very effective natural amphitheatres. He knows because he’s tried it out. ‘If you get in a boat’ he says ‘and push out a little from the shore you can talk in quite a natural voice and be heard clearly by anyone on the slopes of the inlet.’
So we have the setting for today’s reading. A real-life setting in a real world that we can still see today. Fisherman in Galilee – they still fish at night. Fish are more likely to be caught at night daylight fishing is a thankless task any Galilee fisherman will tell you that.
So it’s morning and there are Simon and his friends - eyes gritty and drifting shut for weariness. Fish are more likely to be caught at night but not last night. They’ve nothing to show for their hours of labour. They long for sleep but there’s still work to be done. Despondently they sit on the shore washing nets. But before long they’re not alone. The new rabbi – the one from Nazareth arrives at the lakeside and around him an crowd gathers.
Now this rabbi is no stranger to Simon. One Sabbath a little while back He was in Capernaum teaching in the synagogue. And Simon had invited Him back to His house just across the street. Simon’s wife’s mother was ill and Simon suddenly had the confidence that this rabbi was just the one to pray with her. And how effective His prayers were! One minute she had a high fever the next she was bustling over the fire baking bread for them all. And the rabbi had stayed and as news spread others visited Simon bringing unwell friends and relatives for prayer. And Simon’s mother-in-law was by no means the only one to make a quick recovery.
Jesus the rabbi moved on from Capernaum after that. But today He is back and Simon isn’t surprised He’s drawn a crowd. They remember His last visit. So Simon and his friends sit on the shore washing nets and Jesus from Nazareth stands on the beach teaching. Rabbis usually teach in synagogues on a Sabbath. But this rabbi’s effect is such that He has drawn a crowd on a working day. So large a crowd that Jesus approaches Simon the fisherman He has met once before and commandeers his boat to speak to the people gathered on the sides of the inlet.
And all the while Simon listens as he works. No baskets of fish are to be seen. Their failed night is obvious. After a while Jesus finishes teaching. Earlier Jesus asked Simon to put out a little from the shore. Now can imagine Simon wading in to bring him back. But as Simon arrives Jesus says instead, ‘Why don’t you put out into deep water and let down the nets for a catch?’
You can imagine the looks exchanged between these hard-working no-nonsense fishermen who’ve just come off a hard and fruitless night-shift. If they’ve caught nothing at night there’s not much point trying in broad daylight. Why on earth would they listen to this rabbi who evidently has no knowledge of their trade? They’ve just spent the morning putting away all the gear.
Except that – well Simon knows this a Rabbi a little. And He hasn’t forgotten what happened the day he came to visit. ‘Master’ says Simon, ‘we have toiled all night, and have taken nothing; nevertheless at Thy word I will let down the net.’ - ‘Nevertheless at Thy word.’
* * *
The story is told of Blondin Who in the 1860s used to tightrope-walk across Niagra Falls. Across he’d walk a balancing pole in his hand all the way over and then back. By which time quite a crowd would have gathered. But he wasn’t finished. Next he’d pick up a wheelbarrow and wheel it the 1000 feet distance across and then back. Then as the crowd watched he’d pack the barrow full of bricks and repeat the feat.
Arriving back safely he’d turn and address the crowd ‘who believes I can carry a man across?’ he’d shout.
‘We do!’ would come the reply. After all a barrow full of bricks probably weighs more than a man.
‘Right’ he’d say, ‘who will get in?’
* * *
Belief and faith are not the same. Belief is thinking Blondin can carry a man across the Niagara. Faith is getting in the wheelbarrow.
‘Put out into deep water,’ says Jesus ‘and let down your nets.’
The command seems senseless but Simon has seen enough of Jesus to trust Him not only to believe but to have faith. ‘Nevertheless at Thy word’ he says.
And the results are astounding. Before they know it their nets are so filled with fish that they begin to break. Sensing that he a mere human being is now somehow in the very presence of God Simon stutters, ‘Get away from me I am a sinful man.’
‘Don’t be afraid;’ says Jesus, ‘from now on you will be a fisher of men.’ ‘So they pulled their boats up on the shore,’ says Luke, ‘left everything and followed Him.’
Now that’s jumping in the wheelbarrow. That’s entrusting Jesus with their life and future. And that’s Jesus’ constant challenge to those of us who want to be His disciples.
‘Don’t be afraid. I have a task for you. Come and follow Me!’
“Do you believe and trust in God the Father who made all things?” That’s what baptism candidates are asked
“Do you believe and trust in His Son Jesus? Do you believe and trust in His Holy Spirit?” I believe and trust in Him comes the reply.
Jesus’ challenge to each one of us today is the same and as it was to Simon.
Do you not only believe in Me do you trust in Me? Will you entrust your life to Me? Not fear for the future but trust Me in all that happens .
‘Do not fear’ says Jesus ‘Trust Me . Follow Me.’
Passion for Jesus
Given by:
Ross and Sonia Wilson
Date given:
27th June 2010 - 10.30am Communion
Book:
Luke
Chapter:
7
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton Sonia
Good morning. It’s lovely to be back here with you today and for those of you who didn’t catch it earlier on I’m Sonia and along with Ross and the three girls, we have been your CMS Mission Partners for the last about seven years we’ve been working in Thailand and today is our opportunity to say thank you and to tell you a bit more about what we’ve been doing. We’ve got a bit of a tag team sermon going on so I will be starting off and then Ross is going to be coming up.
So since we last visited you back in 2006, we’ve been at Christchurch, a city centre church in the middle of Bangkok. We’ve been working there for the international English speaking congregation there. It’s a place of great variety. It has about forty nationalities represented in the congregation; of people who with a wide range of background and experience are seeking to follow Jesus there in Bangkok. As a couple we’ve been involved in a lot of different things that we could tell you all about but as we’ve been thinking and praying about what to share this morning we felt that passion for Jesus should be our theme.
So this morning we’re going to look together at that Luke 7 passage that Ross just read and we’re going to weave into it some of the stories of people that we knew in Bangkok who impacted us with their passion for Jesus. If you are a note-taking type, you may be pleased to know that we have three points and they all begin with P. So see if you can catch them.
Passion for Jesus is where the rubber hits the road in Christianity. Sometimes our faith can become intellectual assent to Christian beliefs and morals but without our heart really being captivated by Jesus. And there’s nothing wrong with the former but God wants and has created us for more. He’s made us for relationship with Him. So this morning let’s ask ourselves the question “Are we passionate for Jesus?” Has He really got hold of us and are we allowing Him to take our lives and transform them with His love and life so that we in turn can impact others.
Whatever and whoever we set our hearts on that’s where our energies and our time will be focussed. Is Jesus our passion or have we allowed other things to get hold of our heart? Have a look with me at that story from Luke 7 and you might want to have it open before you. In it we have two very contrasting approaches to Jesus. One is distant and cold and the other is intimate and heart – led.
So let’s first consider Simon the Pharisee’s response to Jesus and what we can learn from him. Underneath the veneer of respectability Simon is actually proud and self-righteous. He may have invited Jesus to dinner but he was actually cynical about Jesus and he treats Him with indifference. We know this from verse 44. He didn’t even give Jesus water for His feet which was a basic social etiquette for that day. Someone of Simon’s status in society wouldn’t have just overlooked this. He was sending a clear message of disapproval, by not giving Jesus water for His feet, by not kissing Him in greeting. So what about us? Maybe we’re not as cynical about Jesus or as self- righteous as Simon the Pharisee, but it is easy for us to have some similarities to him. For those of us who have been Christians or church-goers for a long time, we can keep Jesus at arm’s length and be indifferent or even actually disrespectful to who Jesus really is. We can concoct a very sterile, safe, head-based faith with Jesus fairly detached from everyday life where he won’t cause us any problems. Our faith can become about abstract knowledge rather than about a vibrant, living relationship. If this in any way describes you today, then as we briefly share some stories, I want to encourage you to open your heart to God’s Holy Spirit again. Ask Him to give you His love and ask Him to draw near and revive that living, vibrant, passionate relationship with Him. Without this we’re really shells of what we could be.
So let’s turn our attention now to our friends in Bangkok alongside the second character in the story, the so-called sinful woman. Firstly let me introduce you to Durin. Durin is a good Thai friend of ours. She’s in her forties and she’s got a son at university who she’s been bringing up since her husband left her when her son was small. Durin runs and lives in Shalem House, which is an emergency house for families from the provinces whose children get sent into the Bangkok hospitals because of serious illnesses, heart problems, cancer or serious accidents. She’s also the main catalyst for all the social work of the Christchurch Thai congregation. I had the privilege of working with Durin in a number of areas. She was a great example to us. She was almost always smiling and gracious and she served other people with real love. She had a huge job on her shoulders and she often felt unsupported even, it has to be said, by her leaders but she knew that God had called her to serve people in trouble and she persevered at it with a grace and a commitment and a patience that was a real challenge to us. Because Durin was passionate about Jesus, serving Him was more important than those discouragements that she often faced. This perseverance is like the sinful woman in the Luke 7 story. She was determined to worship at the feet of Jesus, even in a very intimidating environment. There were many reasons why she could have stayed away. She hadn’t been invited, she wasn’t wanted by most of those present, they would have despised her for such a public display of affection. At any moment she could have been thrown out or worse.
But in spite of these many obstacles, she did what she desperately wanted to do, which was to worship Jesus. Hebrews 12:1 says to us “Run with perseverance the race that God has marked out for us.” It doesn’t say to run any old race but to run with perseverance the race that God has given to us. So the first question that I’d like to ask as we think about our passion for Jesus is “How’s my perseverance?” Is my heart so gripped with Jesus that I’ll get on with the job that He’s given me to do even when I face discouragements? Durin persevered. The sinful woman persevered. If we are passionate for Jesus, we will persevere.
Ross
Let’s turn our attention now to the second of our stories for our friend Vijay. Vijay’s an Indian man in his early thirties who’s married with a little kid. He’s got a job, I don’t understand – some sort of software job and he works very hard to get the job done. Vijay’s mother is a Christian and had introduced him to some aspects of the Christian faith but whenever Vijay arrived in Bangkok, he wasn’t really sure where he stood with regards to the Christian faith and as he put it, he felt compelled to come to Christchurch to find out more. He started coming to our small group and we heard a little bit about his story and we invited him to come along to an Alpha Course where Vijay firmed up his faith and grew in it and decided to get baptised. And that’s when the fun began because Vijay’s wife and his wife’s family, a beautiful family, a Hindu family and they were very against the changes that were happening within Vijay. The night before Vijay was due to get baptised a lawyer friend of his phoned him and said, “Vijay, do not do this, do not get baptised tomorrow.” The reason given was that in Indian law if you have got evidence that one of a partnership er converts, then the courts will back the other partner if there is any dissolution of the partnership so he would relinquish his rights to his wealth, his kid, and everything else and this put Vijay in a real dilemma. He spent a number of hours, in fact the whole of that night praying about what he should do, talking with us on the phone. In the end at about five in the morning, after a sleepless night, Vijay decided that baptism was a step of obedience, that God was asking him to take and that he needed to trust God over the consequences of that decision so next morning we had a very joyful baptism service at Christchurch. And it was a really gutsy sacrificial step which Vijay made which was a challenge to me. Where is God really in my list of priorities? Are we really willing to take up our cross as Christ invites us to and make sacrifices in terms of our career, in terms of our status, our reputation in order to follow Jesus ? Following Jesus is about giving our whole lives over to Him in response for all that He has done for us and all that He continues to do on our behalf. Think again about the sinful woman from Luke 7. She was preoccupied with Jesus and with Christ alone. The fact that there were those present in the room who were disgusted with her and you know they weren’t hiding their disapproval. I’m sure their disapproval of her was very evident but the fact that that was going on didn’t deter her because she cared only what Christ thought of her. Sometimes we are so preoccupied with what others think of us rather than being preoccupied with what Christ thinks of us. Did you notice how the woman pours her perfume over Christ’s feet. Commentators suggest that this perfume could well have been a large part if not all of her savings because in a culture where there were no high interest savings accounts and stocks and shares and things like that, it was customary for, for women to make their savings in terms of perfume, storing it up bit by bit for future years. And yet her priorities meant that she was willing to pour it all out as an act of worship for the person that she was passionate about, this Jesus that she wanted to honour. In Luke 12 Jesus tells His followers to seek first the kingdom of God and these things would be added to us as well. So our second question as we think about our passion for Jesus is this: “What are my priorities?” Is serving and worshipping and living life for Christ our top priority like it was for Vijay, like it was for this sinful woman? Are we willing to step out like Vijay and trust in the ultimate goodness of God, even if in the short term it looks like it might cause us problems. Let’s pray that God would give each of us a sacrificial and a gutsy faith that we’ll be prepared to put God first no matter what the consequences may be.
Our final story is of Tommy. I wish that I could bring Tommy along and introduce you to him, or him to you would be a better way of putting it. He’s a lad in his early twenties and he’s one of a family of five from Vietnam. Like many others in Bangkok, Tommy had to flee his home and become refugees because their Christian faith had put their life in danger. Thailand attracts many many refugees because it’s easy to get into and it’s a really cheap place to live. But it’s a terrible place to be a refugee because for a number of political reasons the Thai government do not acknowledge UN refugee status so you live in constant fear as a refugee of being herded up and brought to one of the Thai holding centres, which are really not pleasant at all. Refugees are not supported at all by the state and it’s true to say that they’re often mistreated, resented by the Thai people at large. They’re also very easily exploited and they don’t have many places where they can turn to for protection. Being part of the staff team at Christchurch, we met lots of refugees. We had the privilege of a number of them becoming part of our church family and, Tommy, like many of the refugees that we met at Christchurch had understandable grounds to be fearful, to be anxious, to be angry with God, to turn his back on God. And yet also like many of the refugees that were in our church, this man had a vibrant faith. If he was here today, the thing you would notice most about him would be his smile and his laugh. He has a vibrancy of life about him. He lived life, with its very restricted options for him, fully. He had no English yet he taught English to his friends and family. He worked on the sly in a local hospital so that he could scrape a wee bit of money together to support his family and people back home in Vietnam as well. He was a man who was marked by joy. We had just the pleasure and privilege of being with him and of getting to know him through Alpha and baptism preparation. Tommy, like the Apostle Paul describes in Philippians 4:12, has really learnt to be content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I, on the other hand, can get depressed with a football result that comes in. Tommy’s perspective was not from his day to day difficulties. His outlook on life was not based there. His perspective on life was from the goodness of God. That was the standpoint from which he looked out on life.
In our passage from Luke 7, the woman who worshipped Jesus is described as sinful, a sinful woman, that’s her descriptor and I’m sure there were many ways in which her life was very difficult but she doesn’t focus on this. She doesn’t shrink back from fear of what others are thinking about her. Her perspective is based on her confidence in Jesus. She knows that she can approach this Christ as she is. She knows that what He thinks is what matters and as she draws near to Him did you see how Christ accepts her and honours her. This can be our experience if we approach Christ in humility and faith, whoever we are. Whatever we’ve done, we’re not discounted from the love of God. We can find forgiveness and love and life if we approach Christ in humility. We don’t have to be perfect in order to approach God, which is a good thing. We just need to ask God for His perspective and trust Him that the other things in life that matter less, that He will sort out in His time. So our final question to help us consider our passion for Christ is “What is my perspective in life based on?” Is it on what others think of me? Is it on my current circumstances? Or is it on the reality of who I am in Christ and the goodness of a God who loves me? I wonder what circumstances are in your life at the moment? You know it’s impossible to tell. You know, I look down and I’ve no idea what’s going on with you. God does. Whatever those circumstances, if we have a living relationship with God, our perspective, our outlook on life can come from a place of real peace, a real shalom, a real sense of being held by this almighty God. Yes, we can still get angry and cry out to Him but God invites us to know His grace, His faithfulness and underlying security, a rock beneath us, even in the bad times so lets pray to have this perspective, the perspective of our friend Tommy, the perspective of Paul. God invites each of us to follow the example of the woman in Luke 7 and our friends Durin, Vijay, Tommy by being passionate for Christ. Remember our faith is primarily about relationship with God, about knowing Him and allowing Him to know us as opposed to just knowing about Him. When our heart is captivated by Christ, we’ll be able to persevere, we’ll be able to have God at the top of our priorities and He will give us His perspective to live a life of honour to Him.
Let’s pause and pray. Father, I thank you that so many of us have examples round us of people who have full lives of relationship with You and I thank You for the examples of our friends in Bangkok. I thank You for the challenge of those lives for our lives and we pray, Holy Spirit that You would come, that You would enable us to be passionate for Jesus in every aspect of life and then to share that life with others around us. For Your glory, Amen.
Ross and Sonia Wilson 27-06-2010
(Apologies for any errors in transcription from tape to written text. CMD)
Peter the Rock - God's Power is Made Perfect in Weakness
Given by:
Rev. Stephen Webster
Date given:
27th June 2010
Book:
Matthew
Chapter:
16
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton Imagine the scene. It’s one that I observed once or twice in my former life as an English teacher. Chris is a new teacher and he’s just had his first encounter with 11z. 30 15 year olds in the bottom set. And Chris emerges from the classroom after the worst 50 minutes of his entire life. Hair dishevelled; the back of his shirt covered in ink-spots from the artillery barrage of fountain pens that opened up every time his back was turned.
The lesson could have gone better. ‘Just had that 11z’ says Chris to colleague Rob in the staffroom. ‘What a nightmare!’ ‘11z?’ says Rob, ‘Oh they’re never any trouble for me.’ He knows what Rob is really saying, ‘11z do not misbehave for me because I am a very good teacher. Evidently you are not.’
And Chris is crushed – silenced. In future - he decides - he’ll struggle alone.
Let’s replay the scene. Chris emerging from classroom – staggering to the staffroom. Getting his coffee. Confiding in a colleague.
This time though he sits next to Kath ‘Just had that 11z’ says Chris ‘what a nightmare!’ ‘11z? Oh I know exactly what you mean. They can be really hard work. I don’t what you think but something I’ve found works is…’ And so begins a conversation about ways forward.
Two approaches. Rob, ‘They’re never any trouble for me.’ Kath, ‘I know exactly what you mean.’
On Tuesday it’s St Peter’s Day. So today – a couple of days early we’re looking at St Peter. But why the introduction about teachers? Well possibly for no reason at all but let’s look at St Peter then come back to teachers again at the end.
‘You are Peter,’ says Jesus, ‘and on this rock I will build My church.’ Remember the foolish man who built his house on the sand? It fell flat. But the wise man built his house upon the rock. And in all weathers his house it stood firm.
Rock. It’s strong and solid. If you want something to last – build it not on sand but rock. ‘You are Peter and on this rock I will build My church.’ In fact Jesus changes Simon’s name from Simon to ‘Rock’. Peter, in Greek, Petros, Rock. ‘Simon son of Jonah I tell you that you are Peter and on this rock I will build my church.’
So Jesus wants a solid foundation on which to build the community of His followers who will take His message into the whole world and He chooses Simon Peter as that rock.
So why Peter? What makes him rock-like? Let’s look at Peter’s career. First picture him in your mind. He’s sitting dejected on a beach this rugged northern fisherman washing empty fishing nets. He’s been fishing all night and he’s caught nothing. That’s how he is the first time Jesus sets eyes on him. That’s what he’s doing that day when Jesus the Rabbi says to Him ‘Come, follow me!’
Now a rabbi only says, ‘Come follow Me!’ to the very best of straight A grade students who can not only recite the entire bible off by heart but also debate its interpretation with the finest of thinkers.
Very few are chosen. The vast majority with average ordinary abilities they have left school long before to pursue a family trade. And there is Peter the day Jesus first meets him cleaning fishing nets – following the family trade one of those with average ordinary abilities. But this ordinary man – who some will later label an ‘unschooled fisherman’ receives rabbi Jesus’ invitation, ‘Come! Follow Me!’
Peter – chosen to be a disciple, chosen to be the rock on which Jesus builds His church. Why? Certainly not because he’s extraordinary, not this average unschooled fisherman.
Another picture. It’s the middle of a huge lake. The wind is strong the waves large. And Peter is getting out of a boat into the water. He’s seen his rabbi walking on water and so he’s trying it too. But now he’s sinking and crying out, ‘Lord save me!’
‘On this rock I will build My church.’ Peter the rock who never makes mistakes? Not really. 5 verses after today’s reading Peter is refusing to listen to Jesus’ predictions about His death and Jesus will say to him ‘Get behind me Satan! You are a stumbling block!’
In the Garden of Gethsemane Peter will draw his sword and attack one Jesus accusers and so be rebuked by Jesus.
Why is Peter a rock? Not because he never makes mistakes.
Picture number 3. It’s night and it’s cold. Peter’s face flickers in the light of a charcoal fire. ‘You were also with Jesus of Nazareth weren’t you?’ says a servant girl. Calling down curses three times he says ‘I don’t know the man.’
‘Simon son of Jonah… I tell you that you are Peter and on this rock I will build my church.’ What on earth qualifies Peter to be the strong foundation of Jesus’ Church? This flawed ordinary, average, man who makes mistakes and fails his Lord. What sort of a foundation is that?
A fourth picture. There’s a charcoal fire but it’s no longer night. It’s early morning on a Lake shore and there’s the smell of cooking fish.
Fish being cooked by a rabbi who though once betrayed and killed is now alive again.
And there’s Peter. And the rabbi is putting his arm around him. Together they’re walking down the shore. ‘Do you love Me?’ asks Jesus three times. ‘Yes Lord’ comes the reply three times, ‘You know that I love you.’ ‘Then take care of My sheep,’ says Jesus.
Peter the ordinary Peter the average. Peter who struggles, who fails and knows what it was to have bitter regrets. Of course it’s to him Jesus says, ‘take care of My sheep.’ to him Jesus says ‘On this rock I will build my church.’
Because the people Peter is called to care for, the Church Jesus is building - it’s built of ordinary average people who struggle and know failure and regret. Who together are helping each other to walk faithfully as His followers
Remember our teachers. Rob’s ‘They’re never any trouble for me.’ Kath’s ‘I know exactly what you mean.’ Which one helps Chris become a stronger teacher?
Peter the ordinary and the flawed - he is the Church’s solid foundation because he is the one who can come alongside all who struggle and truly say ‘I know exactly what you mean.’ Peter is the Church’s solid foundation because it is out of Peters – out of the ordinary and flawed out of people like you and me that Jesus builds His church.
And we are at our strongest on firmest ground when we dare together to admit that we are weak. When we rely not on our own strength but on that of God and the fellow Christians whom He has placed alongside us.
‘For,’ writes St Paul, ‘the weakness of God is stronger than human strength… God chose the weak things of this world to shame the strong…
When I am weak then I am strong…’ For God’s power is made perfect in weakness…’
I want to finish with a short passage from Rob Bell’s book, Jesus Wants to Save Christians.
God’s power is made perfect in weakness
If you’ve ever been to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, you know what this is like. An AA meeting is a room full of people who are done pretending... There’s no acting. And it’s overwhelmingly powerful… They all know each other’s games…; a whole world of posturing and pretending is simply absent. You’re there because you have hit bottom… and you need others who how it feels…
The most powerful sermon in the world is two words: “Me too.”
Me too. When you’re struggling, when you’re hurting, wounded, limping, doubting, questioning, barely hanging on, moments away from another elapse, and someone can identify with you – someone who knows the temptations that are at your door, somebody has felt the pain that you are feeling, when someone can look you in the eyes and say, ‘Me too,’ and they actually mean it – it can save you.[1]
‘Me too’ is the rock you cling too. And the Church is at its most powerful – most fully fulfils her God-given mandate when she is able to say to a broken hurting world, ‘Me too,’ ‘Us too,’ ‘Now together let’s find God’s strength.’
[1] Rob Bell, Don Golden Jesus wants to Save Christians Too – A Manifesto for a Church in Exile Zondervan 2008 p150-151
Pentecost 2010
Given by:
David Teall
Date given:
23rd May 2010
Book:
Genesis
Chapter:
11
Parish:
Bulwick and Blatherwycke
The story of the Tower of Babel is an intriguing one that comes
early in the Book of Genesis. In the preceding
chapters of this gripping, fast-moving adventure story full of sex and violence
we have heard about Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and their fall from
grace through disobedience of God. And about
Cain and Abel and their descendants and how they formed a society so full of
wickedness that God decided to wipe mankind from the face of the earth. Fortunately though, as usually happens in the
early chapters of an adventure story, there was a good kid on the block - a man
named Noah - so mankind survived. Noah
and his sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth, and their wives survived the flood and
through them the world was re‑populated.
It was their descendents who built the Tower of Babel.
In attempting to build their tower “with its top in the heavens” the descendants of Noah were attempting to put themselves on a level with or above God, just like Adam and Eve did when they ate the forbidden fruit. What I find most interesting though, is the method God used to deal with their arrogance. He “confused their language so that they would not understand one another’s speech.”
God knew that the ability to communicate with one another gave Noah’s descendents great power, and like all such gifts, that power could be used both for good and evil. That is still the case today. The rapidly-growing power of the Internet and the increasing use of English as an International language is taking us back to the position of Noah’s descendents in the land of Shinar when the whole population of the world were able to communicate with one another. Will we use that power wisely for the glory of God, or will we use it to attempt to build another Tower of Babel and set ourselves above God? Intriguing though that question is, I will leave it for you to ponder as I would like to focus our thoughts on some of the problems of understanding even our own language.
What have you been thinking as I have been talking about the stories in Genesis? It’s all a load of rubbish? We weren’t created in the Garden of Eden: we evolved from apes. How could Noah possibly have built an ark big enough for a pair of all the animals on earth? How did he stop the lions eating the antelope? What about the dinosaurs?
You will not be surprised to hear that I have spent much of my time during my three-year course to train as a Reader studying the Bible. One of the most interesting and liberating things I have learnt about is the many different styles and genres found in this best-selling book of all time. Our Bible contains 39 books in the Old Testament, 27 books in the New Testament and up to 16 or even more books in the Apocrypha depending upon which have been included in the version you buy. These 80 or more books were written by at least 40 different authors over a period of time spanning at least 1600 years. Some are History, some are Law. Some are Prophecy, some are Poetry. Some are Letters, some are Biography. Each book was written with a particular audience in mind and, in modern parlance, given a particular ‘spin’ to make the content relevant to them.
The authors of these books used many different literary devices to get their message over including, where appropriate, metaphor and myth. Today we think of a myth as a legend or fairy-tale, but its proper meaning is to describe the actions of God in terms of this world. That’s an impossible task, of course, but writers over the ages have felt compelled to try, as have painters, musicians and artists of all kinds.
If we read the Bible, as unfortunately some do, as if it was all written in the style of a 21st century history book we will fail to understand the truth that it contains. The Book of Genesis is a whole collection of stories, many of which are Myth - an attempt to describe the actions of God in terms of this world. Once we accept it as such we can dismiss the misguided criticisms of Richard Dawkins and his followers with the sadness they engender and see through to the real truth that it contains and understand its relevance to us today. That is how the myth of the Tower of Babel can give us an insight into the development of the Internet.
The story of the coming of the Holy Spirit in our Pentecost Reading from the Acts of the Apostles is another Myth. Not a legend; not a fairy-tale, but an attempt to describe the actions of God in terms of this world.
The use of both wind and fire in the description is an example of writing for a specific audience in a specific time and place. Wind and fire are both used in the Hebrew Bible, our Old Testament, to describe God’s self-revelation and the words for wind, both in Hebrew and Greek, are closely associated with spirit.
Relieved of the impossible task of trying to understand the story of Pentecost in literal terms we can begin to understand its true meaning: The Spirit of God is for all people regardless of race, colour or creed.
I find that the concept of the Holy Spirit is actually easier to understand than to describe. For me, it is strongly linked with the concept of the soul which I visualise as that part of a human being in which the Spirit of God resides if we will but let him in. When we do allow the spirit in we are inspired, a word that literally means breathed on, by God. When we are inspired in this way, our actions can be recognised as the work of God by people throughout the world, regardless of their faith or what language they speak. The word of God needs no translation.
We witnessed a dramatic example of the action of the Holy Spirit on Boxing Day 2004 when we heard the dreadful news of the Asian Tsunami. People throughout the world were moved to help in whatever way they could. The voice of the Holy Spirit calling us to help was heard by people throughout the world, each in our own language. It recognised no boundaries and accepted no limitations.
Mercifully, events on the scale of the Boxing Day Tsunami are rare, but the power of the Holy Spirit is not just for emergencies: it is for today and every day. If we will but let him in to our lives he can and will help us in everything that we do. Look again at the prayer we said together at the beginning of this service:
As
we wait in silence,
fill us with your Spirit.
As
we listen to your word,
fill us with your Spirit.
and last of all:
As
we long for your empowering,
fill us with your Spirit.
Fill us with your spirit. That is our prayer for today, and every day.
Now have a look forward if you would at the back page of your Order of Service at the section entitled the Commission. Here, at the end of the service, I shall ask you to go out into the world empowered by the Holy Spirit. As you speak the words of the Creed in a few moments, and as we offer our prayers to God, open your hearts to him and ask him to fill you with his Holy Spirit so that, during the Commission you can answer boldly:
By the power of the Spirit, we will.
Amen.
Doubting Thomas
Given by:
David Teall
Date given:
11th April, 2010
Book:
John
Chapter:
20
Parish:
King's Cliffe
I would like to talk to you this morning about Doubting
Thomas, as he is usually known, but before I do so I would like to tell you
about a walk Pat and I went on back in the 1980s when we lived in East Sussex.
It was on a bright, sunny November day and we were walking up a north-facing ridge on the South Downs in the shade. There was a strong Northerly wind blowing and it was bitterly cold but the air was crystal-clear and we could see for miles.
As we climbed higher and higher the view opened out below us. To the east I could see a tractor ploughing a large field that seemed to stretch for miles. Not so many years earlier that much land would have needed dozens of horses to plough it, each with a man to guide it. Now, one man on a tractor could do the job in a fraction of the time it would have taken them. I marvelled at the power man now had at his disposal.
To the north I could see a large reservoir which we sometimes walked around so we knew well. It provided the water for nearby Brighton. It had an earth dam that blended so well into the landscape that it was hard to tell that it was not a natural lake. I marvelled at the ingenuity of man and his ability to tame Mother Nature.
Snaking between the field and the reservoir was a train making its way to Brighton. I marvelled at the wonders of science that had come together to enable that train to make its journey: mining the metal to make it, drilling for the oil to drive it, manufacturing the plastics, cloth, lights and cables to fit it out. Man really is very clever, I thought.
With these thoughts in my mind we walked on and in due course we made it to the top of the ridge. Suddenly we were out of the shade and the full strength of the sun’s warmth hit me in face. Set against its massive power the power of tractor now seemed puny.
A couple more steps and a magnificent view of the English Channel opened up stretching all the way from Dungeness in the East to Selsey Bill in the West. The reservoir now seemed very, very small.
Looking down I could see layer upon layer of flint and chalk stacked one upon another to form the cliff, the edge of which we were now standing on. The marvels of the train paled into insignificance.
As I contemplated the scene before me my mind suddenly became as clear as the air around me. I could see everything. It all made sense. To describe to you what I mean by that in the same narrative style that I have used to describe my walk is just not possible, so I shall resort to a favourite technique of the authors of much of the Bible when faced with similar difficulties and switch seamlessly into a more poetic style.
I could see everything. It all made sense. God, the creator of all I surveyed was in his heaven. Jesus, his only son, whom I had invited into my life less than ten years before, was by my side and I felt full of the Holy Spirit. I had no doubts at all. I saw, I felt, I understood. It was a true moment of revelation.
I suspect that most of you here will have experienced similar
moments of revelation in your lives. If
you have, take yourself back to the time and place when one of them occurred.
Try, if you can, to recreate what you saw, what you felt, what you witnessed
and what you understood. Hold that
memory for a few moments if you can, but if you can’t, don’t worry, stay awhile
with me on the top of the Sussex Downs.
It is only in the Gospel of St John that we hear any detail about Thomas. He appears in Matthew, Mark, Luke and Acts merely as a name on a list of disciples.
His first appearance in John is in Chapter 11. Jesus and the disciples are on the other side of the Jordan in the place where John the Baptist used to baptise. They receive a message that Lazarus is ill and, after two days, Jesus announces his intention to go once more to Judea to see him. The disciples are concerned that Jesus will be stoned again, but when Jesus insists on making the journey it is Thomas who says: ‘Let us also go, that we may die with him.’ From this we must conclude that Thomas is both brave and intensely loyal to Jesus.
The next appearance of Thomas is during John’s long account of the Last Supper:
Jesus says: “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling-places and you know the way to the place where I am going.”
Thomas replies: “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”
Thomas was obviously listening intently to what Jesus was saying and asked his question, not because he doubted what Jesus was saying but to seek further information.
His well-placed question gave rise to one of the great ‘I am’ statements from the Gospel of John:
Jesus said to Thomas: “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will know my Father also.”
And so, as we think again about our Gospel this morning, let us do so with as full a picture as possible of the central character, Thomas. He was a brave man. A loyal follower of Jesus prepared to die with him. He thought hard about the lessons Jesus taught him and his fellow disciples and was not afraid to speak up when he wanted to know more.
As far as we know Thomas was with the other disciples early on the third day when Mary Magdalene came to see them and announced “I have seen the Lord.” They must all have spent the whole day trying to make sense of this seemingly-impossible statement. They knew for certain that Jesus had been crucified yet here was Mary claiming to have seen him some 30 hours or more after he was taken down from the cross and laid in a borrowed tomb. I wonder what went through their minds throughout that day: “She’s just imagining it” they must have thought. “She’s hysterical” they might have surmised.
For some reason, we are not told what, Thomas was not present when Jesus appeared to the remaining disciples during the evening of the same day. For them the difficult period of doubt was soon over. The text tells us: Jesus came and stood among them and said: “Peace be with you.” After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side.
For Thomas it was not so easy. At some time after the appearance of Jesus to them the other disciples told Thomas: “We have seen the Lord.” First Mary, then the rest of the Disciples, but still not him. That must have been hard to take. He was used to asking Jesus questions when he did not understand something but, of course, that option was not open to him. All the others claimed to have seen Jesus, but it hadn’t happened for him. No wonder he had doubts. The text tells us that it was a week before Jesus appeared again and Thomas was finally put out of his agony. What a long, lonely week that must have been for him. What depths of despair he must have reached.
I think many of us here this morning will readily empathise with the predicament Thomas found himself in. I certainly do. There are times on our journey of faith when we can find it very hard to believe what our fellow Christians seem to be able to accept without question or, indeed, what we ourselves accepted without difficulty only a week before. At such times we too suffer the despair and loneliness that Thomas suffered that week. Doubt weighs heavily on the human soul.
Fortunately for us, by God’s grace, there is a solution to this problem, and it is Thomas who points our way to it. When the other disciples told him that they had ‘seen the Lord’ he said: Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.
This is sometimes portrayed as Thomas demanding physical proof, but that makes no sense to me. Jesus was standing in front of him speaking. He said: “Peace be with you.” Mary had been able to recognise Jesus by his voice alone when he spoke but one word to her: her name.
I believe that what Thomas was doing was thinking back to a time when he was sure of what was happening: the crucifixion. That was real. That was certain. That was a shocking and profound event the memory of which would stay with him for ever. The mark of the nails linked what he found hard to believe on that day to the certainty of the crucifixion nine days earlier. Through that link, the certainty of the crucifixion was able to sweep away the doubt of the resurrection.
What a blesséd gift Thomas has given us through this example. We too, when racked with doubt, can employ the same technique: we can think back to a time when everything was clear. For me, I go back in my mind to the South Downs and wait there for the Lord to join me once again. “Where’ve you been?” he says when my eyes eventually clear. “I’ve been waiting here all the time.”
Amen.
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It is Finished
Given by:
Rev Stephen Webster
Date given:
Good Friday
Book:
Luke
Chapter:
None
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton
In 63BC a Roman Senator called Rabirius went on trial for his life. He was accused of treason and the prosecution wanted him crucified.
A man called Cicero rose to speak in his defence.‘How’ he asked, ‘could the assembly even think of crucifixion?
To suggest such a cruel and disgusting penalty for a Roman citizen was unthinkable.’
‘The very word cross’ he said “should be far removed not only from the person of a Roman citizen but his thoughts, his eyes and his ears. For it is not only the actual occurrence of these things but the very mention of them, that is unworthy of a Roman citizen and a free man.”
Crucifixion. The execution of a man by first viciously whipping him, then stripping him naked and fixing him to a pole and beam hammering nails through his wrists and feet.
A punishment too shameful, too disgusting, too painful, too vile even to be mentioned back in civilized Rome. A punishment reserved for the worst of rebellious foreigners and slaves.
The crucified victim could take days to die left hanging in public the object of ridicule a warning for conquered peoples. To Jewish people the cross was disgusting a shameful reminder that they were a conquered people.
And for Romans? Well even the word cross was ‘unmentionable.’ Yet in the early 30s AD a movement began rapidly to spread in the Mediterranean world a movement based on the life and teachings of a Jewish rabbi.
Not unusual – except – these people made no effort to hide the fact showed no shame in proclaiming that their leader was a man the Romans had strung up on a cross to die like a common slave.
In fact most shockingly their earliest writings testified to their belief that this man who had suffered the most shameful of deaths was in very nature God.
God? The divine? Mixed up in blood and pain and agony? God? Left hanging for public scorn and ridicule? God on a cross? Were they mad?
‘Jesus sent me’ writes one of these first Christians in a letter, ‘to preach the good news not with wisdom and eloquence, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power.
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God… We preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called… the power of God and the wisdom of God.’
The cross - says Paul - is good news. The cross - says Paul - is very power of God The cross - says Paul - which looks disgusting, shocking and foolish to so many – is God’s wisdom.
Therefore’ says Saint Paul in his first letter to the Corinthians, ‘I sought to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified.’
The Cross. A first century gallows. A vile place of execution. Yet a symbol we boldly place
in the middle of our churches and wear around our necks.
So why the cross? Why this most horrible of deaths for God’s Son? What possible wisdom or power is there that? Two Sundays ago I missed an extremely special event here in St Peter’s.
A friend of mine an agnostic and determined non-Church goer said to be it was one of the most profoundly moving and challenging occasions he’s ever been to.
If only I’d known what I was missing I’d have made every effort to be here. A Vietnamese woman called Kim Phúc came to speak as part of the Literature Festival and to tell her life story. And hearing about her I looked up her story.
On June 8th 1972 a little 9 year old girl was playing in her village in Vietnam.
“Until that day,” she says, “I had never known fear. I had a happy childhood. The most pain I’d been in was probably from grazing my knee falling off a bike.”
But that day the South Vietnamese airforce allies of the United States in their war against Communist forces dropped bombs on Kim Phúc’s village.
She and her brothers and sisters ran down the dirt road out of the village to escape the bombs.
As they did so more bombs dropped bombs containing napalm.
Kim Phúc's clothing was soaked in napalm an oily gasoline gel.‘Water boils at 100’ says Kim,
‘Napalm burns at between 800 and 1200. It is the most terrible pain you can imagine.’
A photographer – Nick Ut captured her as she ran down the road screaming, having ripped off her clothes. His photograph became one of the most famous pictures of the 20th Century and won a Pullitzer prize.
Published all around the world it became a symbol of civilian suffering in the Vietnam war. Kim fainted with pain and Nick Ut managed to get her to a hospital. Her burns were so severe that hospital staff thought she had died and left her in the mortuary. But Kim lived and spent the next 14 months in hospital in agony from extensive 3rd degree burns bone exposed on her left arm her chin welded to her chest by scar tissue.
She underwent 17 painful operations before she could eventually return home and try to rebuild some kind of life. A little girl – playing in her village suddenly screaming in pain scarred and maimed a child caught up in a war between adults and nations. A story that repeats itself again and again around the world everyday. Where is justice? Surely someone should pay for what they did – dropping napalm on a child?
As a teenager Kim suffered deeply as she tried to come to terms with her injuries. Every where she went there was the famous picture of her running down the street. ‘Every day, every moment’ she says ‘I was miserable. I questioned myself, who caused this? I didn’t know who.
Yes there was a pilot who dropped the bomb, but I didn’t know him. And that killed me everyday. I couldn’t bear to see the picture. My life’ she says, ‘was like a cup of coffee. Very dark, full of bitterness, hatred and anger. I hated my life. I didn’t want to live.’ Where was justice?
There was another person the other side of the world who also couldn’t bear to see the picture of Kim. John Plummer had been in the US military in Vietnam. An operations officer he remembered very clearly relaying the order for the attack on Trang Bang Kim’s village remembered being pleased at the operation’s success. Until next day he picked up a newspaper and saw the picture. And realised the consequences of the order he had passed on.
It triggered in John a descent into guilt and depression. On returning to America he turned to alcohol. Had a string of failed relationships. And wherever he turned he seemed to be faced with that photograph in magazines – on television – in the news.
‘That photograph was burned into my heart. It haunted me for over 20 years. A constant reminder as if I needed one that I had had a part in the bombing. I was responsible for her injuries. And those of how many others. And there was no way I’d ever be able to put right what I had done.’
On one side of the world Kim wounded and scarred bitter and looking for justice. On the other John depressed and filled with undying guilt.
But when Kim was 19 something changed. ‘I was trying so hard to be a good Buddhist,’ she said, ‘I prayed and prayed that God would take away my sadness but no answer came.’
Then one day she walked into a church. And she heard the message of Jesus who died on the cross.
‘Surely He took up our pain and carried our sorrows’ wrote Isaiah, ‘He was pierced for our transgressions and the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him; by His wounds we are healed; for the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.’ ‘He carried our sorrows; on Him was the punishment that brought us peace; by His wounds we are healed.’
‘And as I heard about Jesus dying for me on the cross,’ says Kim, ‘I felt Him let me pour away all my darkness and bitterness at His feet and He poured in His peace and joy and compassion.
Jesus died on the cross to pay for all my anger and bitterness, to forgive me; and that made my heart heal. I confessed my sins to God, and He forgave.
That changed my life. He set me free from hatred. He forgave me – and so now I can forgive.’
‘ We preach Christ crucified,’ says Paul; ‘the power of God and the wisdom of God.’
Because on the cross He carries our pain; He bears our sorrows; He dies for our wrongdoing;
He forgives us and gives us the power to forgive.
Kim became a Christian in 1982 aged 19. She later emigrated to Canada and married setting up her Kim foundation working with people throughout the world whose lives had been scarred by conflict.
In 1996 she was invited to speak at a special service in Washington DC for US Vietnam veterans. As she spoke she explained that Jesus had died on the cross bearing all her sorrow and bitterness and anger. He had died to pay for her wrongdoing so she could be forgiven.
And that therefore she had no anger for those who dropped the bombs; She said, ‘if the pilot who dropped the bomb or if the man who gave the order was standing in front of me now I would want him to know that God has healed my heart. And I have already forgiven him.’
And a man in the congregation scribbled a note and asked for it to be taken to the speaker. "Kim, I am that man," wrote John Plummer. After the service John pushed his way through to stand in front of Kim Phúc.
"She saw my grief, my pain, my sorrow," says John "She held her arms to me and embraced me. All I could say was 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry' over and over again. And she said again and again, ‘It's all right. I forgive. I forgive.'"
John Plummer is today a Christian minister who from time to time works with Kim Phúc in her foundation.
So why the cross? What was achieved by Jesus’ death on a cross?
On one side of the world the victim the girl with terrible wounds and scars.
Where is justice? Who will pay?
On the other side of the world the offender who carries a burden of guilt for wrongs he can never put right. Who can ever take his burden away?
And then that day in 1996 when it’s as if together victim and offender stand at the foot of the cross.
And for Kim Phúc where is justice? Who will pay the price for her terrible wounds? He – the one on the cross He took up our pain and carried our sorrows; by His wounds we are healed.
And for John Plummer: the guilt; the wrongs that can never be put right who will take away the burden?
He – the one on the cross He was pierced for our transgressions; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him; for the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.’
Why the cross?
Forgive, forgive, forgive we might say to the victim. ‘Yes – but what about my pain, what about my suffering, I can’t just ignore it. What about justice? Where does it all go?’
You’re forgiven, you’re forgiven, you’re forgiven we might say to the offender. ‘Yes – but what about my guilt? This is serious. I can’t just ignore it. The burden is heavy. Where does it all go?’
And victim and offender they look up and see the man upon the cross. Shouldering all the burden of our bitterness and pain, and selfishness, and guilt – bearing all its weight.
And both can say that’s where it went. That’s who paid the price so that we can be free.
"Kim held out her arms. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry' John said over and over again. ‘It's all right. I forgive. I forgive.'"
‘Christ is our peace,’ writes Paul in Ephesians. ‘He has reconciled us to Himself in one body by the cross, through which He put to death our hostility.’
So what about you and me today? What burden of sadness, bitterness and sorrow; What burden of guilt, Do we want to lay today at the foot of the cross?
Jesus’ last words – recorded by John as He dies on the cross are, ‘It is finished!’
It is finished. It is enough. Whatever your burden – the cross of Jesus it is enough.
He chose to carry it there for you. He only longs that today you put it down.
Philip and the Ethiopian Eunuch
Given by:
Dave Harding
Date given:
7th February 2010 at 4.30 Praise
Book:
Acts
Chapter:
8
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton Notes from a Sermon based on Acts Chapter 8 vv26-40
Look at story from 2 aspects – from Philip’s perspective and then from the Eunuch’s perspective.
First of all Phillip - appointed in Acts Ch 6 as one of ‘the seven men of good standing’ to help in the daily distribution of bread to the followers, freeing up ‘the twelve’ to devote themselves to prayer and to serving the word’.
Philip is guided by the Holy Spirit to go to the road going down from Jerusalem to Gaza. He does not know what the Holy Spirit has in mind for him, but when he gets to the road, the Spirit tells him the next step to take. And this is a learning point for us all - the Spirit’s guidance often comes one step at a time.
And for Phillip’s next step the Spirit says, "Go up and join this chariot." That's all it says.
Not what for.
Nor who is in the chariot.
Just go up and join this chariot......
And from there the story unfolds as Phillip is given the opportunity to explain the scriptures to a total stranger, open the stranger’s eyes to their meaning, and then when the stranger believed, he then baptized him alongside the road and watched as he went on his way rejoicing.
It is a lovely story and I must be honest, until I was asked to say some words today, I’ve invariably read it from the point of view of Philip, the Christian believer. The teaching I have always taken from it is that when we wait on the Spirit, we may be called upon to be available to people just when they need us. This is not always an easy task, particularly in the secular workplaces and environments we spend most of our time. However, on the occasions when we are able to share our faith with someone, regrettably it is often an all-too-brief discussion or shared moment, and we sometimes never get to know how the other person’s particular story turns out. We just have to trust God and let them go – trust their future in His hands, not ours.
But let us now look at the story from the perspective of the other main character – the rich and exotic stranger on the road - the Ethiopian Eunuch. My image of this man is probably miles from the truth – but was formed many years ago when I read the Hamlyn Children’s Bible. The picture, similar to the one behind me, appears to be of a rich man in a luxurious chariot travelling down a tree-lined country road. I suspect the illustrators who worked for Hamlyn may have taken some liberties with how this scene actually was - because this story is about a man with, to put it mildly at least, an interesting history and a challenging personal and physical situation! Noting that we are in a Church and it is a Sunday afternoon, I won’t go into the details of how a man becomes a Eunuch (although I’m sure Richard will tell you over a coffee if you wish!) – but I suspect it is likely that our man never asked to become a Eunuch, but rather was deprived of his manhood in order to save his life and secure himself a career at the court of the Ethiopian Queen. However, the choice made, either by himself or by his parents, came at the cost of a terrible mutilation that must have caused him psychological agony as well as considerable physical pain. His pride and dignity were taken away from him and he was forced to live a life restricted by limits that were not God-given but placed on him by other human beings. And sadly, this is a story that is not unique to 2000 years ago - so many people in our world today are held back from living the life that God intends for them by racism or sexism or poverty or disability.
However, the thing we must learn from our Eunuch is that he didn't give up in despair. He made the best of the options that were available to him.
He was clearly an educated man because literacy of any kind was a minority skill in biblical days. We also know that he was a man in a position of trust and authority. In fact, he was the controller of the Queen's fabulous wealth. He was her right-hand man. He must have proved his worth through years of faithful, hard work.
Another thing we know about him is that he was a man on a spiritual quest. In fact, he was so interested in Judaism that he travelled from Africa to Jerusalem to worship in that city and find out more about the faith of the Jews.
However, the physical deformation that made him a Eunuch meant that he could never be a Jew. Old Testament Law decreed that he was not allowed into the temple. At best, he could only have been a “God-fearer”, who could go to synagogues, pray, and read scriptures, but nothing else.
But our Eunuch was a genuine searcher, eager to find out more. He was humble enough to know when he needed to seek help. And although he was in sole charge of huge amounts of money on behalf of the Queen of Ethiopia, he was a beginner in terms of understanding the things of God. So he knew that he needed a spiritual adviser when he tried to read about the Hebrew prophets.
So our Eunuch had both an open heart and an open mind. When he heard the Good News from Philip, the news that made sense of the Hebrew scriptures, he responded immediately!
He was a man of decision and action, and he acted at once. He commanded his charioteer to stop beside the first water that he saw, and he requested Philip to baptize him without delay.
After his baptism, the reading tells us that Philip was snatched away by the Spirit and found himself somewhere else altogether. But however much this may have surprised Philip, it doesn't seem to have disturbed our Eunuch, who simply went on his way rejoicing - he too was now filled with the Holy Spirit.
Indeed, legend has it that he returned to Africa and founded the Ethiopian Coptic Church, the oldest continuing Christian Church in Africa. Thus, through the power of God, this man who was abused and enslaved by human beings was empowered to do great things for the Kingdom of God.
So I believe there are two different lessons to learn from this story, depending on the different characters in the passage
We can learn from Philip, the Christian believer. We must wait on the Lord, to hear His direction, so that we can be available to those who need us, without worrying about how our story will come out, but trust that the Holy Spirit will guide us. Phillip didn’t question God – he was prepared to follow God’s will whatever He wanted. God doesn’t tell Philip why He wants him to go south along the road to Gaza. Even so, he obeyed and was walking south in the heat of the day, just waiting for God’s next step. What would you have done if you were Philip?
And we can learn from the Ethiopian Eunuch. Whatever life or human oppression can do to bring us down, the power of God is available to set us free. Not only to set us free, but to give us the gifts we need to make a difference in the world. This man went to Jerusalem seeking God, seeking hope, seeking something to fill the emptiness in his life that all his power and influence could not fill. And that hope came alive!
It is always good to finish a talk in Church with a personal challenge - and so what is the challenge I’ve found in this reading? Philip was the tool in God’s hand to accomplish His will on earth. And so are WE! How amazing would it be if we were to speak to someone next time we were in town, or in church, and to share our Faith with them. Then after doing this, for them to be so excited about our faith that they too wanted to share in it and came with us to the font to be baptized! Now that would be an amazing 4:30 praise service!
Where is your faith? / Who is this man?
Given by:
Joyce Tompkins
Date given:
7th February 2010 at 10.30 Parish Communion
Book:
Revelation
Chapter:
4
Parish:
Oundle with Ashton Communion (St Peter’s)
7th February 2010
Revelation 4 and Luke 8:22-25
INTRODUCTION:
This morning I want to ask two questions.
But before that, a look back fifty years to a Guide camp. I was still a student and was invited to assist at the camp and to give medical advice if required.
The whole week had been extremely hot and the Thursday was a boiling hot day, so we had not done very much except try to keep in the shade. When bed time came, most of the girls were tired and, despite the heat, were soon asleep. All was calm ----then a sudden storm ---- flashes of lightening, claps of thunder and monsoon like rain. Everyone woke and there was a certain amount of fear, especially when the tents began to be flooded.
There was no need to be afraid because Captain had arranged a transfer to the barn, hot cocoa was provided by the farmer’s wife and all our fear subsided.
Imagine the panic if Captain had gone on sleeping and left us all to cope alone ---- but we were reassured because we knew we could trust her.
Luke 8: 22-25 The Disciples in a storm
It had been Jesus’ idea to go across the lake: - “Let’s go over to the other side of the lake”
All seemed calm as they set off--- Jesus even fell asleep, may be lulled by the gentle movement of the boat and the waves lapping against it.
Disciples were quite happy to let him sleep ---- they could manage, they were well used to handling boats (they were fishermen) --- there was no problem.
Suddenly ---- Everything changed!
“A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger.”
Now they were not so bold --- not so sure that they could manage. They woke Jesus up, saying: -“Master, Master, we’re going to drown” or as Mark records the incident: -“Teacher, don’t you care if we drown”
Fear and panic took over ----- where was Jesus when they needed him?
How could he sleep when they were in such danger --- didn’t he know or worse still, didn’t he care?
Yes he did know and yes he did care. Jesus immediately took command of the situation: - “He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided and all was calm”
All was calm --- you can almost feel the tension going --- the relief as fear subsided as Jesus took control.
But Jesus asked them an important question (the first of two questions in this passage)
“Where is your faith?”
Why the panic? Why could you not trust me? Why be afraid when I am in the boat with you?
??? !!! We can often be like those disciples.
When life is all plain sailing --- everything going well ----- so often we forget about Jesus and manage alone, relying on our own skills and abilities --- making our own plans ---- taking our own decisions..
We can manage ----- we can handle life.
Yes, we believe that Jesus is with us ---- and it’s good to have him on board ----- but ----- let him sleep
All is well until, suddenly, storms come ----- illness, bereavement, marriage breakdown, un-employment, money problems, rebellious teenagers.
Help! We feel swamped ------ going under – unable to cope --- in despair. Panic sets in.
That’s when we call out to Jesus, as the disciples did in the storm. The wonderful thing is, he hears us.
He knows what we need because he has been with us all the time.
He is able to calm our fears and to bring us peace when we take our needs to him in prayer.
We can do this alone at any time or we can ask someone to pray with us or for us. In this service and every Sunday morning there is an opportunity to take a positive step ---- to share a burden with someone ----- there are people in the chancel ready to pray with anyone, either for their own needs or for someone they care about.
“Where is your faith? “Where is your faith?”
Jesus might ask that question of us today.
Are we in danger of letting our troubles drown us?
Are we afraid or sad, worried or despairing?
Jesus is saying: - I am with you ---- trust me --- I will keep you safe.
Second question.
Storm over, the disciples asked: -“Who is this man”
What kind of man can command the wind to cease and the waves to calm down?
Revelation 4 gives us the answer.
Here we see a glimpse of heaven
John has a wonderful vision of heaven ---- a door standing open to allow him to peep in and see the glory of God.
He saw God enthroned in glory and majesty, splendour and power ---- surrounded by many creatures who worshipped and adored Him.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty. You are worthy to receive glory and honour and power; for you created all things and by your will they were created and have their being.”
You created all things: - the whole vast universe was created and is sustained by God ----- and Jesus was with God in that work of creation.
John 1:1-3 “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.
Through him all things were made, without him nothing was made that has been made”
“Who is this man?” the disciples asked.
He is the Word --- he is with God ---- He is God ----and He created everything.
This man Jesus who calmed the storm on the lake is none other than the mighty, powerful God who made the whole of the world and therefore calming the wind and the waves was a small matter for him.
!!! ??? We too might ask: - “Who is Jesus? How can he deal with my problems?
Jesus, to whom we pray, is none other than the great and glorious God who John glimpsed in his vision.
With him all things are possible ---- even dealing with our problems.
At the guide camp we had no fear in the storm because we knew how capable and caring our captain was.
When we realise who Jesus truly is ------- the powerful creator God, who loves us and cares for us ------ then we can, with confidence, safely put our trust in him.
2 QUESTIONS
“Where is your faith?”
- Do we rely upon own ability to see us through life?
Sadly, there are times when problems arise that are beyond our ability to cope.
- Is our faith in Jesus, who is with us always and promises to help us carry our burdens and to give us peace.
“Who is this man?”
- Just a figure in history, someone we heard of at school
- No, he is none other than Almighty God, the creator of this vast universe
With him nothing is impossible ----- not even dealing with our problems.
A children’s chorus sums it all up
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty
There’s nothing that he can not do
The mountains are his, the rivers are his
The stars are his handiwork too
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty
There’s nothing that he can not do
Doubt
Given by:
Charles Wide
Date given:
15th November 2009
Book:
None
Chapter:
None
Parish:
Glapthorn
Doubt
On 6th April 1767, Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet) [1694-1778] wrote this in a letter to Frederick the Great: 1. “Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is an absurd one.”
It is hard for anyone who is both prominent and religious to express doubt. The media pounce on it as if they have just exposed another Tory ‘split’ on Europe.
You may remember that couple of years ago they thoroughly overexcited about the revelation (in fact it was old hat) that Mother Teresa suffered a deep crisis of faith for the last 40 years of her life.
She wrote in a private letter 2. : “I am told that God loves me and yet the reality of darkness and coldness and emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul.”
Anyone who has prayed fervently and unsuccessfully will know this feeling. And, if we are honest, almost all Christians experience times when we have no sense of response from God or even a simple feeling of God’s presence.
The Welsh poet and Anglican priest, R.S. Thomas [1917-2000] expressed this superbly well in his poem The Absence: 3.
It is this great absence
that is like a presence, that compels
me to address it without hope
of a reply. It is a room I enter
from which someone has just
gone, the vestibule for the arrival
of one who has not yet come
I modernise the anachronism
of my language, but he is no more here
than before. Genes and molecules
have no more power to call
him up than the incense of the Hebrews
at their altars. My equations fail
as my words do. What resource have I
other than the emptiness without him of my whole
being, a vacuum he may not abhor?
The natural result of this feeling – or lack if it – is doubt.
For centuries, religious faith and science were assumed to be in harmony. Indeed, the harmony created by God's design was thought to be what science revealed.
By Victorian times, however, the old certainties were under the cosh.
Palaeontology, the study of fossils, and geology, for most thinking Christians, delivered conclusively deadly blows to belief in the literal truth of the creation stories of the Old Testament.
The necessary implication of Darwin was not merely that the Bible was not literally true. Even more seriously, his work struck at the heart of the conception of man as unique among living creatures, having a particular relationship with God.
Added to this, literary scholarship increasingly treated the Bible a collection of texts which could be analysed in the same way as other works of literature. Thus Holy Scripture came to be seen as the work of men and women, in the context of their historical cultural circumstances, rather than the inerrant Word of God.
As a 19th-century liberal preacher (the Rev. F.W. Robertson), who was famous in his day, said:4. “It is an awful moment when the soul begins to find that the props on which it has blindly rested for so long are, many of them, rotten and begins to suspect them all.”
F.W. Robertson (19th century vicar of Holy Trinity, Brighton).
This sense was famously echoed by Matthew Arnold in Dover Beach 5.:
The Sea of Faith
Was once too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Matthew Arnold [1822-1888]
Some robust Victorians dealt with doubt by hearty, no-nonsense activism. Charles Kingsley wrote to his wife:
6. “Feed on Nature, and not try to understand it. … Look around you much. Think little and read less. Never give way to reveries.”
Charles Kingsley [1819-1875]
This approach continues to work for many. But what about those who have more reflective personalities?
Doubt should not be a cause of anxiety. It can be welcomed as something creative which can contribute to the development of faith. And we should draw strength from those who have gone before us and confronted the same thing.
Right back to St. Augustine:
7. “For if I doubt, I am.”
St. Augustine of Hippo [354-430]
Mother Teresa is a wonderful example. For all her doubts, she continued to have faith in the Christ to whom she prayed without discernible response. And that faith sustained her in great, hard works of love.
Tennyson put it this way 8.:
There lives more faith in honest doubt
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
For R.S. Thomas, disenchantment with institutional religion did not weaken his faith 9.:
a faith to enable me to outstare
the grinning faces of the inmates of its asylum,
the failed experiments that God put away.
Tennyson’s expression of mature, questioning faith and hope, in In Memoriam 55, should inspire us all 10.:
I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson [1809-1892]
