I'm reading a book by Alan and Eleanor Kreider, "Worship and mission after Christendom." Also listening to Stuart Murray Williams talking about mission in a post Christendom era.
It was probably back in the 90s that we started thinking more carefully about moving from maintenance to mission, but I wonder whether we have really got to grips with this.
Stuart Williams uses a phrase that I find very powerful, probably not his own phrase but I don't know where it comes from. It comes out of his understanding that God is primarily a missional God.
He challenges us to move from 'the Church of God has an mission' to 'The God of mission has a church'
He also talks about worship being the goal of mission. This reminds me of Moses talking To Pharoah. 'God says, let my people go that they may worship me in the wilderness.'
Friday 26 April 2013
Wednesday 17 April 2013
Acts 8:26 - end The Wind of the Spirit
Just looking at this passage from Acts Chapter 8 in the New Testament of the Bible.
This book (Acts) is a narrative of the experience of the first Christians. It's personal. We don't get the Ethiopian's name, but even so, this account is located in time and space - it's not vague, it's specific.
Our service for God is acted out in these (mostly small, occasionally amazing) acts of obedience that take us to be with particular people.
My tendency is to want to do the planning myself - to plan a course, or a programme, or a sermon series. And maybe there's nothing wrong with that, as far as it goes. But it seems that God is more random than that. God isn't bound by our lectionaries and time tables, although he graciously works through them.
My prayer today is that I am open to what God is doing, and saying.
This book (Acts) is a narrative of the experience of the first Christians. It's personal. We don't get the Ethiopian's name, but even so, this account is located in time and space - it's not vague, it's specific.
Our service for God is acted out in these (mostly small, occasionally amazing) acts of obedience that take us to be with particular people.
My tendency is to want to do the planning myself - to plan a course, or a programme, or a sermon series. And maybe there's nothing wrong with that, as far as it goes. But it seems that God is more random than that. God isn't bound by our lectionaries and time tables, although he graciously works through them.
My prayer today is that I am open to what God is doing, and saying.
Friday 12 April 2013
Ad Men and Preachers
Season 6 of Mad Men started in the USA last Sunday - 7th April 2013.
It's a great series, probably the best thing around at the moment, but this isn't an advert for Mad Men.
What I've noticed is that the ad men spend a lot of time just sitting around, or throwing ideas around - There's a lot of waiting going on. Eventually there comes the punch line, or the idea for an ad campaign. It's work, but it's a different kind of work that is maybe more inspiration than perspiration.
I'm currently trying to write a sermon for this coming Sunday. It's just not there at the moment. Maybe it's because I had some time off after Easter - and I'm just not back into the flow yet ... I'm waiting for some inspiration.
I feel like the ad men in Mad Men - except that I don't drink whiskey all the time I'm thinking.
I'm still working / waiting ...
It's a great series, probably the best thing around at the moment, but this isn't an advert for Mad Men.
What I've noticed is that the ad men spend a lot of time just sitting around, or throwing ideas around - There's a lot of waiting going on. Eventually there comes the punch line, or the idea for an ad campaign. It's work, but it's a different kind of work that is maybe more inspiration than perspiration.
I'm currently trying to write a sermon for this coming Sunday. It's just not there at the moment. Maybe it's because I had some time off after Easter - and I'm just not back into the flow yet ... I'm waiting for some inspiration.
I feel like the ad men in Mad Men - except that I don't drink whiskey all the time I'm thinking.
I'm still working / waiting ...
Ransom my Life
Reading Psalm 49 today.
Amazing words about wisdom and mortality:
"We can never ransom ourselves, or deliver to God the price of our life"
then verse 15 - "But God will ransom my life; he will snatch me from the grasp of death"
Eugene Peterson on these verses: We recognise the limitations of human life - not to despair, but in order to our our hope in God.
Amazing words about wisdom and mortality:
"We can never ransom ourselves, or deliver to God the price of our life"
then verse 15 - "But God will ransom my life; he will snatch me from the grasp of death"
Eugene Peterson on these verses: We recognise the limitations of human life - not to despair, but in order to our our hope in God.
Wednesday 10 April 2013
God is in the detail
It is my sister and bro in law's wedding anniversary today. All those years ago, I had the job of standing next to the church organist and letting her know when the bride arrived. I have been looking for a slide of the wedding, but only managed to find this one of the family around that time.
And, last Friday, our first grandchild came into the world. Isaac Christopher Evans, born to Amelia and Joel on 5th April at 9.42 weighing 9lb 3 oz.
These are moments of transcendence that go beyond what we can easily explain. Love that binds two people together, and new life.
We thank God for blessing us in such wonderful ways.
Tuesday 9 April 2013
Resurrection: Seven Stanzas at Easter
Just re-read this in a wonderful collection of writings - Bread and Wine - readings for Lent and Easter
Seven Stanzas at Easter
Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.
It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His Flesh: ours.
it was as His Flesh: ours.
The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.
new strength to enclose.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.
And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta*, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta*, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
John Updike
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