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Sunday, 15 March 2015

Mothering, Laetare, Lent 4, St Mary's Bourne Street

Readings: Ex. 16.2-7a; Galatians 4.21-31; John 6.1-14

“Man shall not live by bread alone” Matt 4.4



Did I tell you about the new Vicar who used to go into the village pub every Sunday evening after Evensong and order two Gin and Tonics. He would drink them both and then order another two.

After a few weeks of this the barman asked him why he always bought his drinks in pairs.

“Well its quite simple really” he said, “when my twin brother moved to work in Australia, we decided whenever we were out drinking we would always order two as a reminder of each other.”

After a few months the priest came in and ordered just the one gin and tonic. The barman feared the worst.

“Is everything alright with your brother?” he asked.
“O yes” said the priest “its just that its lent and I personally have given up alcohol.”

Part of the discipline of self-denial for lent is to remind ourselves that there is more to life than food and drink.

And in an inverse sort of way, that is one aspect of John’s teaching in today’s Gospel - the Feeding of the 5000.

Some think that today, Refreshment Sunday, takes its name from the Gospel, when the 5000 were refreshed. Others think it refers to the relaxation permitted this day of what used to be draconian national Lenten discipline laws - you are allowed the luxury of Simnel cakes today.

Of course it is also called Mothering Sunday, perhaps because we are reminded in the Introit to the Mass and the Epistle that ‘Jerusalem is Mother of us all.’ (4.26)

Or maybe it was the practice of returning to the Cathedral or mother-church on this fourth Sunday in Lent. Certainly it became the custom to visit your mother with a small gift in some parts of England.

My mother always spent the preceding weeks telling us children not to buy her anything, as it was a waste of money. Of course we knew she meant life wouldn’t be worth living if we didn’t buy her anything! But then she was very happy with a 6d bottle of Lilly of the Valley from Woolworths.

Today’s Gospel is a strange story, set in the relative wilderness to the east of the Sea of Galilee, the Golan Heights. It’s the only story, apart from our Lord’s Passion, that is recounted in all four Gospels. It was obviously an important part of early Christian tradition.

In John’s framework for his Gospel, based on the seven signs this is the fourth sign.

There was the water into wine at Cana (when Jesus’ Mother whom we also honour on this day, reminded us of the pattern of our discipleship: ‘Whatever He says to you, do it’); the healing of the royal official’s son; the healing of the lame man; and now this very earthy and in some ways, uncalled for, miraculous provision of food.

The disciples had just returned from a successful preaching tour - thousands won to the Catholic faith - and were in need of a rest. So Jesus takes them away to a quiet place. But as usual, the grapevine soon spreads the news to the local populace and this crowd of 5,000 men, and presumably at least that number again of women and children, gather expectantly.

Our Lord had trained at the same seminary as Fr Bill Scott who I remember telling me when I didn't turn up for 7am Morning Prayer on my day off: ‘a Day Off is a privilege and not a right!’ Jesus knew when to rest but also when pastoral need should make him break his rest. So then the 5 loaves and the 2 fishes, a young boy’s picnic lunch (a typical eye-witness account not mentioned in the other Gospels) – this becomes the stuff of history.

The thoughtful Mother who wrapped them up and thrust them into her son’s hands, no doubt with the instruction that he was to wear a vest as it got chilly on the Golan Heights, could never have imagined that 2000 years later billions of people would be spiritually fed by her simple act of mothering love.

But why did Jesus perform this miracle? The people were not about to die. They would make it to their homes.

The Jesus of the four Gospels does not do tricks to try and persuade the crowd that he is the Messiah. Indeed, at the end of this story when the crowd want to hail him as the new Prophet, he flees into hiding.

In most miracles, Jesus responds to need, and occasionally, as in the water-into-wine, this story, and the following sign - walking on the water, he shows his mastery over nature and also provides Gospel teaching through what is called an ‘enacted parable’.

In other words, the primary function of the miracle is to illustrate a concept he is trying to teach, usually to his immediate disciples.

And so it is here, that our Lord is making a simple point and, as it turns out later, another very complex point, to his disciples.

The simple point may be expressed in this way: Jesus is not nearly as discouraged as we are, by the little we have to offer. In fact, one of the prerequisites of true worship and discipleship is the recognition of our inadequacy.

“What can I bring him, poor as I am?”

For Philip it was hopeless - ‘how can we feed them?’ he syas to Jesus.
For Andrew it was more hopeful - he found the little that there was - and this was enough for Our Lord.

We are to bring what we have in the recognition that only the Lord can multiply it to meet the needs that are there.

It is important for us to recognise in our lives and in the life of our church, that we are always inadequate, and can only ever offer our little loaves and fishes.

So in our worship: we bring our music, our liturgy, our preaching, our vestments, our art and culture; with the recognition that it is inadequate, but it is the best we can offer. Only Christ can transform it to worship in Spirit and in Truth which is acceptable to the Father and which truly prepares us for heaven.

And in our daily lives, our prayer must always be that God will take what we offer, the little we are able to do, and by his power give our acts of service significance and influence far beyond their meagreness.

But John is also pointing to deeper truths in his account of this incident.

There is a little phrase in v.4: “and the Passover was nigh”. (Mark’s account makes the same point by another eye-witness touch - they sat down on the green grass. Any of you who have been to the Holy Land will know that about the only time there is any green grass on the Golan Heights is before Passover.)

The Passover. Here is John’s axis of interpretation.

If you read on in this chapter of John, there is a clear movement from miracle to theological discourse, from Jesus to Moses (our OT reading), from bread to flesh. 'unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.' (John 6.53)

Our Lord is preparing to show them that hard teaching that will make many leave him: he is the Bread come down from heaven; the bread that satisfies the human heart and feeds the soul.

Soon the Passover lamb must be slain and eaten, as a reminder that the Angel of death passed over the Israelites as they were being released from slavery in Egypt.

And soon the Lamb of God must be slain and give his flesh and blood for the salvation of the world.

This story is not just about feeding hungry people. It is about a Saviour who alone can satisfy the spiritual hunger that is everywhere evident in the world.

And even when we have received the Bread of Life, as we will in a moment, we are not satisfied and as part of our human condition we will and should long for more.

As CS Lewis says “All joy (as distinct from mere pleasure, still more amusement) emphasises our pilgrim status, always reminds, beckons, awakens desires. Our best havings are wantings.”

Our best havings are wantings.

The 5000 were fed and we are fed. But like them, we will only truly find sustenance for our journey when we bring the little that we have and are, and realise that


“Man shall not live by bread alone.” Matt 4.4

Sunday, 1 February 2015

Candlemas Eve – Westminster Abbey

First Evensong of Candlemas, Westminster Abbey:1  Sam 1.19b-end; Hebrews 4.11-end

“Since we have a great High Priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess.” Heb 4.14

I sometimes sit in my church after the 6pm daily mass, when the lights are out and the doors are locked, but the votive candles are still alight at all the shrines around the church.

(Selwyn College Chapel, Cambridge, my old College)

There is quietness and the strange beauty which flickering candlelight brings to a house of prayer; the lingering smell of incense, the aroma of God; dark, cavernous shadows and pools of golden light.

Life only holds its interest because of the shadows, because it is bittersweet: from the pain of childbirth to the joy that baby brings; from the pain of passing through death to the joy of the mystery of heaven.

At a more mundane level, as I sat in the pub with four old school friends after Christmas, they all looked the worse for wear (and I don’t just mean the drink) – we were no longer those bright eyed boys from the 1960s – with myself as an obvious exception; but then, what stories we had to tell! The bitter-sweetness of having had a life.

But of course we always dream and long for sweetness without bitterness, knowing that even if it were possible, it would be a dull existence.

Hannah and Samuel’s story in the first lesson is bittersweet: she spends years longing for a child, and then when she has one, she gives up young Samuel the toddler to live, grow up and work in the Temple.

Our Lady Mary’s life was certainly bittersweet. When we celebrate Candlemas here tomorrow evening we will remember her as she, like Hannah, brings her child Jesus into God’s house.

So for Mary all the confusion and shame of the conception of this child, the long uncomfortable journey, the agony of labour, the indignity of the stable – all that is now past.

It’s 40 days after Christmas and his birth, and now she brings her pride and joy, her baby boy, to be presented in the Temple in Jerusalem: the first fruit of her womb to be dedicated to God.

They must offer the two pigeons as a sin offering and a redemption price, for the firstborn belongs to the Lord and must be redeemed, bought back by the offering of the two pigeons.

But why is this feast of the Presentation of Christ in the Temple also called Candlemas?

Well this was probably another example of that early Christian cross-cultural trick. Take a pagan festival, to do with flames and torches, and chasing away the darkness of winter, practised here long before Christianity came to these islands; and baptize it; Christianize it!

So because Christ is the Light to lighten the gentiles, in the words of Simeon, tomorrow on the Feast we will bless all the candles we will use in the coming liturgical year that remind us of Christ.

And like our pagan ancestors, we process with our torches and candles, putting to flight the steel grey skies of winter and hoping for signs of spring.

Of course our American cousins are busy doing the cross-cultural trick in reverse, if I may playfully put it that way.

So Candlemas, a Christian feast, becomes the secular celebration of Groundhog Day, (you’ve all seen the film!) based on an old Scottish couplet:

If Candlemas Day is bright and clear,
there'll be twa winters in the year.

A sunny Candlemas means the severity of winter will continue – the groundhog will return to its long winter sleep. But if it is dull and overcast tomorrow, then the worst of winter is past.

Candlemas is also a pivotal day in the Christian calendar. It is bittersweet, as we look back on the joy of Christmas and Epiphany, as Simeon and Anna rejoice in the Temple; and yet we look forward towards Lent and Passiontide: the agonies of our Lord’s pierced Body; the anguish of our Lady’s pierced soul.

Candlemas reminds us of Life as we Know It, dappled and pied with pain. Who has not watched children grow into adults and not known the bittersweetness of parenthood?

Who has not loved deeply and not known the bittersweet wounds of affection?

The joyful comfort of lovers, friends and family is always eventually plundered by death and grief.

And with all our conviviality and social pleasures, who has not sat down sometime or lay awake at night and felt so alone and lonely.

Now of course we are people of hope who believe in new birth and resurrection, the return of spring, so we should be optimistic about ourselves and about our world; while still knowing that we are constantly nagged as we hear the news, by intimations of despair.

As Hazlitt put it:
Man is the only species who can laugh or cry because he is the only being who knows the difference between what is and what should be.
The difference between what is and what should be: in our own life – in our world.

We can long for peace and yet stand looking year after year at war and violence and dreadful acts of terror.

We can reach for the stars and in minutes be only too aware of our human mortality and of the contingency of all things.

But, but the Light shines in the darkness: that spark of hope that God implants within all of us, to help us through the bitter parts of life.

We were hardly aware of the light in the full blaze of day, in the sweetness of life; but in the gloom we can see the beckoning light of Christ. Or to use CS Lewis’s metaphor, ‘God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.’

As Christians we believe that the Light is Christ. The bright radiance of candles around our altars and churches draws us to him, the source of all light, our comfort and joy.

At the altar we see the bittersweet man of sorrows who has been through what we go through, as the writer to the Hebrews reminds us in today’s second lesson: like us; tested like us. Here at the altar he is crucified and yet exalted; the Lamb that was slain who yet lives.

So we live this strange but alluring bittersweet life in the light of glory, and in the presence of Christ.

John Donne, Dean of St Paul’s Cathedral in the early 17th century, lived his life to the full, and knew pain and pleasure, shame and holy exultation. His vision of heaven was of a state of being where these two sides of human life and human nature would be miraculously transformed into the equanimity of Christ our Lord; perfect composure, perfect balance and fulfilment.

So he prayed:
Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening into the house and gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light; no noise nor silence, but one equal music; no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession; no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity; in the habitations of thy glory and dominion...
Whatever sweetness life brings to you and our world; and whatever bitterness; let us hold on with hope and faith.

“Since we have a great High Priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess.” Heb 4.14