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There he is – hanging there,
crying words of deep despair
“my God, why have you gone?”
What lay behind that cry of pain?
He’d lived and loved, he’d healed and prayed.
He’d sought to do his Father’s will,
to serve God all his life until the bitter end – and then,
At hour of deepest, darkest need
This man had stilled the raging storm,
fed thousands with a young boy’s snack.
He’d raised a dead man from the tomb –
when lashes tore him front and back
why did he not speak a word
of power?
The voice that whispered in his ear
That day in wilderness, so clear –
“just claim your birthright, Son of God
take the short-cut, Son of God
ignore your Father’s will”
Surely that voice rang out again
as now his body, wracked with pain,
hung bleeding, dying on the cross.
He heard the man beside him say
“why don’t you just walk away?
Prove that you’re the Son of God –
or was it all a lie?”
The sense of unity he’d known
with God his Father – “we are one”
was, in his hour of deepest need,

He could have simply walked away
but chose to stay.
And this is why I love this man –
this God who chose, despite the pain,
the agony – chose to remain
with us,
with me.
When all is dark, when faith is gone,
when pain controls each thought
when hope is done, when light goes out
when any sense of God is nought
then look I upon the cross
and live.



Week 4: Saturday (aka Christmas Eve! yay!) Matthew 28:16-20

What goes around comes around.
Child in the manger
Innocent peace
Sleeping so soundly
Not knowing the danger
From Herod’s police
Pursuing him roundly
Already authorities
see him as threat
Yet still he sleeps calmly

As he grows older
At mother’s knee
Learns of his Father
Now enters manhood
Clearly we see
As crowds now gather
Here’s a man speaking
with authority

Touches the leper
Gives sight to the blind
Hope to the hopeless
Never unkind
To those who are needy,
Who come for his aid.
Forgiving the guilty,
Says “don’t be afraid”

Authorities now feeling
threatened indeed
their power is challenged
As he meets the need
For love, for forgiveness,
For healing, release
From fears that disable –
To all he brings peace

Around him disciples
are blind to the signs
of the times.
Though walking beside him,
Alone now he strides on
to certain destruction
for other men’s crimes

He hangs on a cross now
In great agony
Centurion looks up
At man on the tree
This foreign invader
Is first one to see
“surely oh surely
this can only be
The Son of God”.

‘Cos unlike the usual kinds that hang close to death
This one, far from cursing, with his dying breath
Says “Father, forgive”.
Nothing if not consistent.

Disciples are gathered in fear in the dark
Fearing they’ll be the next one.
Women determined to care for their Lord
Head off at the rise of the sun
Expecting a closed tomb, to their deep dismay
the tomb is now open, the stone rolled away.
weeping and wailing, expressing their grief
the voice of an angel now offers relief:
“He’s not here – he’s risen! now run, tell the rest”
But Mary remains, sobs still racking her breast.
Still not understanding, she asks of the man
She thought to be gardener “Please tell, if you can,
Oh where have they taken him? where lies he now?”
He speaks but one word
She sees him at last

Now forty days later, on mountain-top high
The man who now lived though they’d all seen him die
Leaves them once more, he’ll not be seen again –
But first sets in motion unstoppable chain

“You’ve heard me teach,
Seen me reach out to all
Now one last commandment
I give you – I call
you to take on the mantle
of Love.”

And that is how God’s Kingdom rule
is even now, through me and you,
by power of Spirit shared with all.

Week 3: Friday Matthew 18:21-35


In the face both of unspeakable atrocities in the world – the grand-scale ones we witness in the news and the hidden personal ones of abuse, cruelty, simple unkindness – I offer you these two poems, which begin to explore the Mystery at the heart of the Gospel – the response of Love to unspeakable, unthinkable darkness and destruction.



“Love, love, love”… the music croons eternal truth
“love, love, love”… the hopeful zeitgeist of my youth
“love, love, love”… all-pervading sentiment
“love, love, love… love is all you need”

The years roll by
Bring sorrow and joy
Hope and despair
But always there
In the background…
“love, love, love… love is all you need”

And down the years
Love becomes
The word used to
Abuse, to
Pain unending
Clouds my days
I become
For the sins of others
Bearing the unbearable.
Guilty for being.
At last I hear
God’s whisper in my heart
At last I hear
His verdict –
“Not guilty!”
“Never guilty!”
“Innocent victim!”
At last
My heart cries out,
My soul screams out for

And on that day
I turn to
Christ my King
I petition
Christ my King
Not for
But for

And Christ my King
Hears my cry
“Rise up! Stand tall!
Your petition is granted.
You shall have the justice you seek.”
And I know that
Christ my King
Never lies
Christ my King
Never dies
Christ my King
Will look them in the eyes
And they will know
They will know
They will know
What they have done
To me and so to Him
And I know that
Christ my King
Will judge them
Christ my King
Will pronounce their guilt
Christ my King
Will pass sentence
Christ my King
Will open wide His arms,
Show them His wounded hands,
Speak to them words of
Forgiveness and healing
Pass His sentence of Love

For that is the
He bought
And that is the
I sought.
Christ my King
Reigns supreme,
Reaches out His wounded hands,
Gathers me to His wounded side,
Heals my wounded heart,
Breathes His truth into my soul –
“Love, love, love… love is all you need –
My love”

Father, forgive

Crown of thorns on piercèd head
Eyes dark with pain, deep wells of dread
Knowing too well what lies ahead –
To hang on cross until He’s dead.

On mountaintop with vision vast
The choice was made, the die was cast
He nailed His colours to the mast,
Chose God – and still to God holds fast.

Now nails will bind Him to the tree
A banner raised for all to see
He hangs and dies in agony
By cruel death to set us free

He trusted God – now God is gone
What price now faith? He hangs alone
There’s naught but pain – temptation strong
To curse, deny, hate – not atone

And yet, though blind with blood and tears
He conquers hate, He quells His fears
“Father Forgive” rings in our ears
His cry still echoes down the years

For we make the same choice as He,
Embrace God’s way on bended knee
To live, love, die to set all free
And “Father, forgive” is still our plea

For we, like Him, must bear the weight
Of others’ pain, uncalled-for hate –
Yet still to pray “Father, forgive”
That Christ in us may help them live,
To find in Him their own true state
As by His grace love recreates
What was destroyed by evil’s might –
That darkness may give way to light

And though it seems too hard to do,
With strength nigh gone, resources few –
Yet He who died in agony
Now lives in us, empowers, that we
May live, love, give – and give some more
Drawing on His unending store
Of grace, of love, of life divine
Grafted in Him, the One True vine.

Week 3: Thursday Matthew 12:15-21

Gentleness and patience – that’s what today’s passage speaks to my heart.

We are quick to justify ourselves, to confront those who seek to undermine us, to stand out ground, to fight our corner, to be assertive, to win the argument.

That’s not what Jesus does when personally threatened.
He withdraws.
And here’s a thought… in the context of the situation, who are the damaged reeds and the guttering lamps? Surely not his disciples, nor the crowds following him for healing. No. Those who need time and space and opportunity to grow strong and tall again, to burn straight and true, are surely the religious leaders – those who are currently plotting against him.

We look at those who seek to do us down and see an enemy who needs to be fought and subdued.
Jesus looks at those who seek to do him down and sees someone who is broken and in need of healing.
We are impatient for idiots to realise their stupidity.
Jesus quietly continues to live out the truth of the Kingdom, giving time for the broken ones to realise their own need and come to him for healing. As some of them did.

Peace in conflict.
Hope in despair.
Courage in danger.
Faith in doubt.
God of paradox and miracle.

And what of us?
We bring our brokenness to him for healing.
We live out our own lives true to kingdom rules, regardless of societal norms – feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, healing the sick, releasing the prisoner, sending blankets to refugees, accepting the stranger into our community.

Week 3: Wednesday Matthew 9:18-26

If only…

Shunned through no fault of my own
Ostracised, left on my own
Twelve long years since I could be
Living in community

Barred from Temple worship
Food I touch unfit to eat
Others shun me, fear me
Avoid me in the street
Loneliness my clothing
Shame my daily meat

Hopelessness embraces me
Until… until… there comes the day
When news arrives of One who heals
Hitherto death-bringing ills
Touching even lepers

He seems to have no fear of taint
Never speaks words of complaint
Never turns a need away
Always welcomes, day by day
Sick in body, mind or soul –
Touches them and makes them whole

If I wait ’til He comes here
Then I’ll never be let near
Folk’ll know that I’m unclean
I don’t want to make a scene
So I’ll go to Him, away
From those who see me day by day
And just for once, I’ll push my way
Through the crowds – they’ll never know
I shouldn’t be there. As they flow
Around me, I’ll just touch his hem
No need to trouble Him – and then
I’ll quietly slip away

That was my plan – but now it seems
My plans are just the stuff of dreams
I’ll swear I only touched his hem –
So how was it He knew?

For in that moment, He turned round
The crowd was hushed – never a sound
Until he spoke “My daughter, know
That you are well” and it was so

All those years of self-effacement
Swept away – no self-abasement
Now for me – I’ve been set free
Cleansed by His boundless purity

I also offer you this background to today’s readings

And for those amongst you who are Pratchett fans (naming no names Graham and Rachel Hartland) I find myself thinking of Granny Weatherwax – the only person to be bitten by a vampire and not become one herself. Oh, she had a bit of an internal battle… but then instead of her craving blood, the vampires who’d drunk her blood found themselves, strangely, craving a nice cup of tea!
That’s what happens when our impurity touches and is touched by the purity of Jesus. Our impurity is transformed into purity and we belong. We belong to Jesus’ in-group which consists, in case you haven’t noticed, of the entire world.
He is the light that lightens everyone who comes into the world.
He said that when He was lifted up He would draw all to Himself – and by implication to God.

My brothers, my sisters – today may you all know that you belong.
My brothers, my sisters – today may all whom you meet know through you that they belong.

Lord Jesus, I come to you just as I am.
Needing healing of body, mind, spirit.
Thank you that as I reach out to you, you are already reaching out to me
Enfolding me in your arms
Wiping every tear from my eye
As I step into today, strengthen me with your strength
Fill me with your love
And as daily I am more and more broken by life,
May your love in me flow ever more freely to all whom I meet
May I become your eyes, ears, feet, hands, heart in this broken world.

Third Sunday of Advent Matthew 11:1-11


What if you heard this  and then what actually came onto the screen was Strictly Come Dancing. How would you feel? You might enjoy both – but what you were expecting was football.   You’d been looking forward to it for some time. If you’re our vicar you’re probably wearing your Leicester City shirt…

At best, you’ll feel confused – at worst, deeply disappointed.

That’s how John was feeling – confused.

He’d been proclaiming the advent – the coming – of God’s Kingdom. He’d been proclaiming the coming of the Messiah – of God’s chosen one – who would set them free.

And of course he knew what that meant. Didn’t every good Jew know what that meant? It meant that the Romans would be thrown out, that the Jews would once again be in control of their own land – and even more than that, it meant that God’s rule would spread through the whole world. Everyone would see and acknowledge that their God is the one true God. Everyone would live by God’s laws – the 10 commandments along with all the other details of interpretation which had grown up around the original 10 basic principles for living God’s way.
And of course Jesus would know that.

So when John pointed to Jesus and encouraged his followers to follow Jesus instead, that’s what he was expecting Jesus to do.

And I daresay as Jesus’ cousin and as the one whose calling it was to prepare the people for the coming of the messiah by calling them to repentance, John also assumed that he would hold a position of prominence in the Kingdom.

Then it all went wrong.
John was arrested by Herod and was facing an extremely uncertain and probably short future.

He had a crisis of faith.
Have you ever had one of those? I suspect most if not all of us have, and it can be one of the scariest things.
It can feel as if the rug has been pulled out from under you.
All you once believed, built your life upon, seems to crumble.
All the old certainties are gone.
You’re not even sure, if you’re honest, that there is a God…

Such an experience can have one of three outcomes.

  1. The person becomes an atheist and puts the energy once put in observance of their faith into attacking the church and those who still believe.
  2. The person is so shaken that they bury all the doubts and questions very, very deep and instead put all of their energies into shoring up the outward observance of their faith. That’s what the Pharisees and Sadducees did. What became important was religious practice – observance of every tiny detail of the law, often at the expense of the deep needs of those around them. That kind of response can make us judgmental, excluding, critical, angry.
  3. The person allows the uncertainty to surface, allows the old images and ideas about God to crumble and finds that, once that’s happened, a new, deeper awareness begins to grow. They find that the reality is not what they were expecting.

So what had caused John’s crisis of faith?

John had called the people to repentance. The Greek word is Metanoia, which means to change your mind, to have a change of heart.

Over the years, too often the word repent has been used to mean feeling sorry, admitting our guilt. That’s likely to be how we feel when we realise we’ve got it wrong – but that’s not what God wants from us. What God wants, what God calls us to, is a change of mind, of heart, of attitude.

We make repentance about changing lifestyles and maybe sometimes that is what is called for.
But God is after more than that. Changing things in our lives can of course be a holy thing, but repentance isn’t just about cleaning up our act. Because what metanoia means is to snap out of it, to think new thoughts…

And that is the challenge of Jesus, first to John, then to those he lived amongst, and now to us.

Jesus challenged John to repent – to have a change of mind – by sending back a message saying “the blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor.” John needed to repent from – turn from – his sincere but wrong ideas about the nature of God’s Kingdom and to repent to – turn to – the truth about the nature of God’s kingdom.

His answer to John is to say “look at me. Look at how I live. Look at my priorities. Look at how I relate to others, how I deal with them. This is the true meaning of the Kingdom, and the kingdom is being built right here, right now.”

His challenge to us is the same.

Jesus calls us to repentance.
Not to be sorry, but to turn.
To turn towards God.
To be open to changing our minds, our ideas about God.
To be open to the possibility that maybe the kingdom isn’t after all how we thought it was.

So what is the nature of the kingdom as revealed in the teaching, life, death and resurrection of Jesus?

John thought – and all too often we think – that judgment comes first. The main emphasis in our thinking is on God judging us, telling us we’re doing it wrong, threatening eternal fire unless we clean up our act.

If that’s how we understand God, then we live in fear – and all too often we deal with that fear by projecting it onto others. We condemn, we criticise, we require obedience to rules and maintaining the status quo. “Live right (where “right” is too often defined as “in the socially acceptable way I learned as a child”) and you’ll be OK when you die”.

Jesus lived a life full of mercy and healing, not judgment.
This comes to culmination on the cross – he prays for those who have hammered in the nails “father, forgive them”.

We also finally truly understand this in his response to the repentant thief. The thief turned to Jesus, asked for mercy, and Jesus promised him immediate entry into paradise – heaven. Remember, this thief was hanging on a cross, suffering beyond our imagining – far too late to turn his life around and give up stealing. His repentance was to turn towards Jesus, to enter into relationship with Jesus.

Jesus calls us to do the same.
To repent – to turn towards him.
And first and foremost to see as we gaze into his eyes just how deeply he loves us.
To receive from him mercy for our sins.
To know that we are accepted, forgiven, called to service even before we have made ourselves perfect.
Because I don’t know about you, but I’ll never manage to make myself perfect.

The Gospel – the Good news – is that God doesn’t need us to make ourselves perfect.

So in our imperfection but secure beyond words in the love of Jesus towards us, then and only then we are able to become ourselves agents for the continuing spread of Jesus’ upside-down kingdom, showing love, mercy, forgiveness and compassion to all without judgment.

Let’s end with a brief mediation. Close your eyes focus on God’s presence with us…

‘I love you’ says God
‘yeah… right…’ say I

‘I love you’ says God
‘you’re kidding…’ say I

‘I love you’ says God
‘you reckon?…’ say I

‘I love you’ says God
‘How much?’ say I

‘This much’ says God
As with arms open wide
He is lifted on high,
Sighs as I sigh,
Cries as I cry,
Dies as I die

And in the silence
God whispers
‘I love you’
Says ‘See? It’s no lie’
As He calls me to
With His

Week 4: Friday Matthew 22:1-14

First, a point of interpretation, and to clarify

I’ve always understood the following to be the case:

“The framework of the parable probably presupposes the Oriental custom of providing garments for the guests who were invited to a royal feast. Wardrobes filled with many thousand garments formed part of the wealth of every Eastern prince, and it was part of his glory to bring them out for use on state occasions. On this assumption, the act of the man who was found “not having a wedding garment” was one of wilful insult. He came in the “filthy rags”  of his old life, instead of putting on the “white linen” meet for a kingly feast which had been freely offered him.”

Which puts a whole new slant on the King’s anger.

“Wilful insult”.

So – thought for the day.

Choices have consequences.
If I wilfully choose to live in a way which is not in accord with the kingdom, I am wilfully choosing exclusion.
Teachers frequently have that kind of conversation with pupils… putting the responsiblity for their behaviour and its consequences firmly on the shoulders of the pupil.  See Graham Hartland’s post mentioning the direct correlation between effort in and results out.

Question for the day – from what today will I repent? or to what will I repent?

Prayer for the day – “Lord, the evil that I would not, that I do, and the good I would do, that I do not. Have mercy on me.”