Chaplain’s Blog for Christian Unity

 

As I led Zoom morning prayer this morning which marked the first day of the week for Christian Unity I was rather struck by the 1 Corinthians 5 reading set by the lectionary for the day that called for Christians not to associate with the greedy, the idolaters, the sexually immoral, the drunkards or the robbers and to drive out the wicked.

My first thought was that that requires a lot of judgement of just who those folk might be and how we might actually think about ourselves.

How can we hope for Christian Unity if we can’t actually get on with our neighbours who might be struggling with addiction, poverty or some other difficult situation that labels them for being ‘driven out?’

As for the greedy, we look at the richest in society who have far more than they could ever need, who can afford day trips to space, huge yachts, vast mansions and own social media platforms that perpetrate their views or stir up the sort of unrest that keeps them in power… should we stop talking to them in the hope that they might actually turn to altruism and do some work for God? Perhaps building hospitals, battling the effects of climate change, researching cures for cancer… the list is endless!

So Christian Unity. We have a simple common purpose I think…. I wonder what creed would have to be constructed to that could be agreed upon by all Christians? Now there is a challenge.

Here are a few of my favourite illustrations….

I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off.  So I ran over and said “Stop, don’t do it!”

 “Why shouldn’t I?” he said.

 I said, “Well, there’s so much to live for!” 

He said “Like what?” 

I said “Well…are you religious or atheist?” 

He said “Religious.” 

 said “Me too! Are you Christian or Bhuddist?” 

He said “Christian.” I said “Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant?” 

He said “Protestant.” I said “Me too! Are you Episcopalian or baptist?” 

He said “Baptist!” I said “Wow! Me too! Are you baptist church of God or baptist church of the lord?”  

He said “Baptist church of God!” I said “Me too! Are you original baptist church of God or reformed bapist church of God?” 

He said “Reformed baptist church of God!” 

I said “Me too! Are you reformed baptist church of God, reformation of 1879, or reformed baptist church of God, reformation of 1915?”  

He said, “Reformed baptist church of God, reformation of 1915!” 

I said “Die heretic scum,” and pushed him off.

Emo Philips

All Purpose Late 20th Century Creed – Simon Rae

I believe in my beliefs.

it’s my belief that my beliefs

Are truer far than your beliefs,

And I believe that your beliefs

Are threatening to my beliefs,

So I’m defending my beliefs

And all who hold the same beliefs

Against your dangerous beliefs

And who share your false beliefs

Or what I think are your beliefs.

And I will die for my beliefs;

And you will die for my beliefs.

And what, In fact, are my beliefs

Beyond the complicating reefs

Of tedious theology

And acid Ideology?

The usual: a divine Creator

Whose love rings earth like the Equator,

Justice and the Rule of Law

(And giving hand-outs to the poor);

Respect, of course, for Mother Nature’s Care for every living creature;

And that in the pursuit of Peace

All wars (excepting mine) should cease.

The Tablet and the Church Times call for Catholics and Anglicans to do everything together except those things that must still be done separately.

A New Year Blog for 2025

On New Year’s Eve we drank tea and were in bed by 10:30 waking briefly for the nearby fireworks at midnight. Mr. Dog the collie was mildly interested but not enough to get out of bed and he soon went back to munching through his night-time biscuits.

Facebook reminded me of a decade earlier when the family gathered and at midnight and after toasting the New Year with a wee dram of single malt, we sang Aul Lang syne and then set about the annual tradition of egg hurling. This involved those who could throw going out to the front of the house armed with a raw egg with their name written on it and taking it in turns to launch them over the house with the aim of getting them to land without breaking on the back lawn.

We never had a year when at least one egg was successful but there were many casualties from wayward throwers who hit the front of the house, the car on the front drive, the pond (we found one in the pond late one summer….. still whole but very very soft and squidgy) and various stones or paths in the back garden. These eggs were not wated as the dogs charged around gleefully licking up the wounded eggs.

Back another two decades and that gathered family as children acted as spotters racing from one side of the house, indoors, to the other to announce when an egg was coming over. In the back-garden, those who did not want to throw donned hard hats and carried torches scanning the night sky for the next missile.  Often new year was in fancy dress with a theme. The year of children’s literature saw Jasmine and Aladin accompanied by a very tall methodist lay preacher dressed in a tutu as Tinkerbell trying to reach any whole eggs before the dogs could get them.

Another year the police stopped in a patrol car outside the house to see the strange gathering standing in the road, eggs in hand, dressed in kilts waiting to hear the news of the latest landing. It gave them a laugh in their long shift…. We offered an egg but they thought they had better not join in.

I do not regret my early night this year, although I would love the throwing arm of my prime,  the memories of those past events are enough and that we could give people those joyful occasions playing silly games.  ( I will save tales of “Are you there Moriaty?” and “bottle Walking” for another occasion.

As every year for the last four decades we had a house guest for a couple of weeks who has somewhat different tastes to us in watching TV so we avoid the uplifting Rom-com and try any find a compromise. This proved to be Jumanji, University Challenge and The Big Bang Theory.  If you have not come across the latter on Netflix, there are countless clips on YouTube so I won’t explain the ongoing plot- just to say that it is a quirky situation comedy. In one episode the main characters are clearing the office of a deceased colleague and disposing of all his out of date texts and research when they come across an unopened bottle of champagne. The label showed it was a present from his mother to be opened when he had a significant achievement. The characters mused on the sadness of that but it made me wonder what might count as a significant achievement.

Nobody gets a Nobel prize for bringing up a wonderful family, spending decades as a church warden or a lifetime of managing a household and yet I would mark all these as worth celebrating as significant. When the family gathers at Christmas, which we can do before us elderly folk need our sleep, it feels a very significant moment. Contrastingly there are things we do or say which affect other people in the most significant way without our ever being made aware of it. And then there is prayer……

 

Happy New Year reader / Reader – may 2025 be kind to you, and if it is not may you find comfort and hope and a friend to help you through. 

Cornish Language Carol Service.

The other service I managed over the Christmas period was the Cornish LAnguage service at St Euny that I used ZOOM to help enthusiasts to join from further away!  So if you are interested… here is the service booklet.

Servis-Karolow-bilingual- 2024-V3

My knowledge of Cornish is restricted to a dozen words of random meaning…. so I used the service for personal meditational prayer…. so a success. 🙂