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Friday, 30 March 2018

Good Friday

From the “Holy, Holy, Holy, we adore Thee, O most High,”
Down to earth’s blaspheming voices and the shout of “Crucify.”



Good Friday defies metaphor or analogy.  

For all other human beings the glory of heaven is a future hope, scraping in through a mustard seed of faith a prospect beyond imagining that makes every earthly day a day of waiting and watching.

But for Him?

Heaven has loud voices.  No God so great, so totally, angel-mind-blowingly wonderful could be worshipped merely with a dignified silence or a quivering lip.  Shouts and trumpets, cries and echoes must have their place in the perfect song and the glorious sinless assembly.  This was his home.

But now this.

The savagery of soldiery, the clever mockings by the temple elite, the baying of the thoughtless crowd of copycats.

What did he do to deserve this?

No.  What did I do to deserve this.  What did he suffer that I deserved?

Monday, 26 March 2018

Concerning Donkeys

If God rescued Lot, a righteous man, who was distressed by the depraved conduct of the lawless (for that righteous man, living among them day after day, was tormented in his righteous soul by the lawless deeds he saw and heard) – if this is so, then the Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials and to hold the unrighteous for punishment on the day of judgment.  This is especially true of those who follow the corrupt desire of the flesh and despise authority.
Bold and arrogant, they are not afraid to heap abuse on celestial beings; yet even angels, although they are stronger and more powerful, do not heap abuse on such beings when bringing judgment on them from the Lord. But these people blaspheme in matters they do not understand. They are like unreasoning animals, creatures of instinct, born only to be caught and destroyed, and like animals they too will perish.
They will be paid back with harm for the harm they have done. Their idea of pleasure is to carouse in broad daylight. They are blots and blemishes, revelling in their pleasures while they feast with you. With eyes full of adultery, they never stop sinning; they seduce the unstable; they are experts in greed – an accursed brood! They have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the way of Balaam son of Bezer, who loved the wages of wickedness.  But he was rebuked for his wrongdoing by a donkey – an animal without speech – who spoke with a human voice and restrained the prophet’s madness.
I was reading an article by a (Baptist as it happens) Christian who referenced the thoughtlessness of people who believe too easily - say in (to use his words) talking donkeys.  It was an interesting thought to publish, especially as the article had an overall heading containing two New Testament verses.  
This is why it is interesting:
1.  It is not wise in the same article to claim the authority of the Bible by text headings and undermine it by throwaway insults aimed at the same source.  And this is an abiding problem in the church.  Most unbelievers I meet don't really believe the Bible is true but explicitly or implicitly seem to grasp that if they did believe it they would believe just about all of it.  Christians, on the other hand, notably as they get older (when they rather need the Bible to be largely simply true you might think given their shortening days), jettison bits and pieces unaware that they really have nothing left to meaningfully believe. The ageing article writer suffers this curse I think.
2.  It is not wise to ridicule what the apostles and post-apostolic era church straightforwardly believed and recorded.  They are the source of what has been handed down to us, not least about our Lord.
3. The plural in the writer's article is interesting and a device that is frequently misused by peddlers of falsehood.  There are not talking donkeys.  There was ONE donkey that talked, and it not as a rule! Specifically 2 Peter references what we know by broad experience - donkeys don't talk. Balaam was rebuked for his wrongdoing by a donkey – an animal without speech – who spoke with a human voice and restrained the prophet’s madness.  The donkey that carried our Lord into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday said nothing (well, quite a lot - but not verbally). But once . . .  Similarly you do not make light appear by speaking.  But once . . .  Similarly, you do not leave an exit for corpses to leave the tomb.  But once . . .
4.  Where is the madness in the Peter reference?  Not the donkey; not the people who believe that the Creator of donkeys can utilise one to speak; the madness is that of a prophet who will not take God's side.  And in 2 Peter, the main danger for religious teachers, preachers and article writers does not appear to be animals that are momentarily like humans but humans who traverse the other way: Bold and arrogant, they are not afraid to heap abuse on celestial beings; yet even angels, although they are stronger and more powerful, do not heap abuse on such beings when bringing judgment on them from the Lord. But these people blaspheme in matters they do not understand. They are like unreasoning animals, creatures of instinct, born only to be caught and destroyed, and like animals they too will perish.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Foundling Hospital

Growing up attending Church services yields surprising snippets of information.  This is because during seemingly interminable sermons and sometimes prayers, and lacking the multiple resources of mobile phones, the hymnbook became a permissible and available distraction.  So, for example, I always know (but never need to know) that Charles Wesley lived from 1707 to 1788 because on so many pages a hymn ended;
Charles Wesley 1707-88

More mysteriously an occasional hymn hinted at more exotic origins: Scottish Psalter or Latin 4th Century. And then, in a riddle I have only solved in very recent years, Foundling Hospital Collection. 

This Mothers' Day at Church we thought about the story of London's foundlings, children who were taken in to the Foundling Hospital when a mother could or would no longer care for them.  Great chapel services at the Hospital demanded a hymnbook and this hymn, anonymously written, first appeared there.

We reflected on Psalm 27:10 - Though my father and mother forsake me, Yahweh (the Lord) will receive me.  No human being needs to be entirely abandoned, whatever the vagaries of family or city life may inflict upon them.  It was part of London's story then.  Praise God that in very many ways it remains part of London's story in the 21st century through countless agencies of Christian goodwill to the needy of this metropolis.

Thursday, 1 March 2018

Happy St David's Day!



For all of us with family roots in Wales - you don't need to be much of a surname expert to know that must include me with a name like Roberts - this is a special day.  

Devotion to God has figured strongly in Welsh history - among other things.  Or should I write beneath other things.  My mother taught me this beautiful Welsh hymn, Calon Lân, when I was growing up.  I knew the words but didn't know what most of them meant, not being much of a welsh speaker.

Later I've found that to be a bit symbolic of welsh devotional music.  A singing, passionate nation of people holding forth words that go no deeper than the resonating back of our mouths.

You can hear this hymn sung at great sporting occasions, in pubs and bars, on carnival days.  Yet astonishingly the actual words of the last verse . . .

Hwyr a bore fy nymuniad
Esgyn ar adenydd cân
Ar i Dduw, er mwyn fy Ngheidwad,
Roddi i mi galon lân

translate something like . . . .

Evening and morning my wish
Rises on the wing of song,
To God, for the sake of my Saviour,
Give me a pure heart.

It's certainly an awesome prayer if we can ever mean it!