SERMONS

2018

Trinity 20 (14.10.2018)

When I was young and the most of the Church of England still used the Book of Common Prayer and only the Book of Common Prayer, the Communion Service included what were known as “the comfortable words”, a couple of Jesus’ sayings from the Gospels, and a line or two from letters which bear the signatures of Paul and John.  I sometimes use them to lead into the confession.  Well, this morning, we have the uncomfortable words. Both the letter to the Hebrews and the encounter between Jesus and the rich man show us something of the sharp edge of the gospel, “sharper”, as the writer to the Hebrews reminds his readers, “sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow.”

The challenge that Jesus sets the man who asks him “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” is equally sharp.  Despite the man’s attempt to butter Jesus up by calling him “Good Teacher”, Jesus doesn’t return the compliment.  Quite the opposite, as Jesus asks him why he should say such a thing and tells him “No one is good but God alone.”  Then Jesus sets before him the requirements of the Law of Moses – and adds two of his own.  The first often gets missed because it is slipped in among the “You shall not”s.  That is “You shall not defraud.”  That isn’t Moses. That’s Jesus – and only in Mark.  Matthew and Luke, as they tell this story, stick more closely to the Hebrew Scriptures. That’s our first clue that this encounter isn’t just about one man.

The second clue comes a bit later.  But first let’s give the man his moment of glory. “I have kept all these since my youth,” he claims.  So, given what Jesus has said, he ought to be a shoo-in for eternal life. Now, when he said that Jesus looked at him and, Mark tells us, he loved him.  And because Jesus loves this man, who has come out of nowhere with his question, Jesus tells him the truth. “‘You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’” And, as my sister is fond of saying (usually after she has been rude to me), “the truth always hurts”. So it does in this case. “When he heard this, he was shocked and went away grieving, for he had many possessions.”

So that is why Mark thinks telling the story of this encounter is important.  It isn’t just about this man.  It’s about being rich.  It’s about another of the things that keep us from God, another of the things that keep us from one another.  Mark has already shown us Jesus taking apart “the family” and putting it back together in a totally different shape.   Now he does the same to wealth.  In first-century Palestine wealth was usually seen as a sign of God’s blessing.  Very probably the man who approached Jesus thought that his “many possessions” were the reward for having kept all the commandments since his youth.  Mark, though, hints that those with “many possessions” usually gained them by exploiting the people who worked for them.  Remember “You shall not defraud”?  One of the commonest ways to make money was for employers to hold back their workers’ wages. That still happens today.  Some big companies in the UK have become notorious over the years for delaying payment to their suppliers for months, or for paying their staff less than the legal minimum wage, not because they have cash-flow problems, but because it enables them to gain extra income by collecting interest on the money that rightfully belongs to others.

Wealth keeps people apart – quite literally.  In many cities the well-to-do live in one district, often behind high fences and automated gates, while poorer people live on the edge, or even out of town.  Being poor makes a person invisible, or a nuisance.  When Princess Eugenie got married in Windsor Castle on Friday, the local council prepared the way by moving out the town’s homeless people.  Not by providing housing for them, you understand, just keeping them (I nearly said “sweeping them”) off the streets.  That is not the way to behave in the kingdom of God, where all are equal – which is why it’s so hard for rich people to enter it.  Wealth is about rich people being in control, of their own lives and other people’s. It’s about putting up barriers, keeping those “other people” at a distance.  Being a disciple of Jesus, on the other hand, is about breaking down barriers, as Jesus did, accepting everybody as a brother or sister, as Jesus did, and accepting that not everybody will like you doing that.  But God will – and that, in the end, is what matters.

Tony Dickinson

Harvest Thanksgiving (7.10.2018)

I wonder how many of you know the story about the Elephant and the Bad Baby?   It was a favourite story of our children when they were young.  It tells how the Elephant took the Bad Baby for a ride, “rumpeta, rumpeta, rumpeta all down the road”.  During that ride, the Elephant took all sorts of nice food from the shops they passed and he and the Bad Baby were chased by all the shop-keepers – until the Elephant suddenly stopped, because he realised that the Bad Baby had never once said “Please” when the Elephant asked him if he would like an ice-cream, or a bun, or a pie, or chips, or sweets, or biscuits or an apple. The Bad Baby never once said “Thank you” either.  He took all the good things he was given by the Elephant for granted.

In recent years human beings in the rich world have been behaving rather like that Bad Baby.  They have been enjoying all the good things that this earth provides without taking any thought for how those good things arrive on their tables or at whose expense they enjoy them.  “But, wait a minute” somebody is probably thinking. “Didn’t Jesus just say in our Gospel reading, ‘do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear’?”  Well, yes, he did.  But Jesus was talking about living in trustful dependence on God, not about a first-century version of “menefreghismo”.  That is more than a bit different.

The setting of what Jesus said is more than a bit different, too. Just before telling his disciples “do not worry” Jesus has been warning them that they cannot serve God and wealth, “Mammon” is the word Matthew uses.  They cannot serve God and Mammon, because Mammon is “the system”, “Mammon” is “wealth” as the be-all and end-all of life.  Serving “Mammon”, serving wealth, is looking at the world in such a way that we can see the price of everything and the value of nothing.  That is why Jesus tells his disciples to “strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness.”  Get your relationships right – especially your relationship with God.  Get your relationships right, get your values right, and everything else will fall into place. Don’t worry about getting everything else sorted out and only then thinking about values.

Doing things that way round doesn’t work – as wiser people are beginning to realise.  It doesn’t work and it does serious harm.  It makes us like the Bad Baby.  We forget to say “please” and “thank you”.  We take everything for granted.  We push on regardless to obtain what we want. That way of living ends up in the kind of crash that happened when the Elephant suddenly stopped going “rumpeta, rumpeta, rumpeta all down the road”: the kind of crash which happened to the world financial system ten years ago, and which some are predicting will happen again soon if people don’t stop focusing on the price of everything and ignoring what is to be valued.

That is why keeping Harvest Thanksgiving is so important.  It pulls us back from the mad chase down the road grabbing more and more as we pass.  It makes us pause for a moment and think, “Where did all this come from?”  It makes us look, not at the price of food, but at how we value the work of those who provide food, the people who work on the land, or in the fishing grounds, the people who transport the food from the farms or the fishing-ports to the shops. It makes us think about God, who gives seed-time and harvest and whose creative love makes things grow. It reminds us, as it reminded the prophet Joel two and a half, maybe three, millennia ago, that the soil rejoices, the animals are fed, human beings have food and drink, because “the Lord has done great things”.  God has set up the world in such a way that it feeds the people who live in it. God has set up the world in such a way that it can be renewed after disaster.  That is indeed a “great thing” and “God… has dealt wondrously with [us].”

So today, as we “eat in plenty and [are] satisfied and praise the name of the Lord [our] God”, we give thanks for the world that God has made, and for the people whose labour enables us to “eat in plenty and be satisfied”.  We pray, too, for a generosity of spirit which recognises and responds to the needs of those who do not have the good things that we enjoy – especially those for whom harvest has been reduced or ruined by the global menefreghismo that has led to climate change. And so to God the Father, who clothes the lilies of the field …

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 18 (30.9.2018)

For the last twenty years that I worked in the UK I had two jobs.  One was as a parish priest in the Diocese of Oxford.  The other was as the European Officer for the Diocese.  Oxford has a partnership with a diocese in the Church of Sweden, and part of my job was to keep the partnership on the road, encourage more parishes to sign up, keep people informed about what was going on – and organise visits both ways.  Some years ago a new bishop was elected in Sweden.  As usual we arranged a “get-to-know-you” visit. Not that he really needed one. He had been involved in the link from the beginning.  But it was good to introduce him in his new role.

I asked the new bishop what he wanted to do during his visit and he said, “I want to visit churches which are warm at their heart but fuzzy at the edges.” He went on to explain that he had grown up in a Free Church in Sweden where there was great warmth at the heart, everyone looked out for everyone else and there was a tremendous sense of fellowship. But at the same time, the church was very hard-edged, very clear about who was “in” and who was “out” – a bit like John in today’s Gospel reading. “Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in your name, and we tried to stop him, because he was not following us.”  Jesus, as we heard, did not like that.  He was also pretty stern about anyone who put obstacles in the way of those who were beginners in discipleship. “If any of you put a stumbling-block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea.”  The Gospel, clearly, has fuzzy edges – and Bishop Jan-Olof knew that.

But the Gospel also has great warmth at its heart.  We’ve been following edited highlights from the Letter of James during September, and today we’ve reached both the end of the month and the end of the letter.  There, in a few words, James sketches a picture of what he looks for in a community of Christians.  That picture shows a community which is warm at the heart, with everyone looking out for everyone else, sharing one another’s joys and sorrows, accompanying one another along the way of Christian discipleship, picking one another up if they stumble.

How does a community do that? How does it succeed in being a community that is warm at the heart? Well, first of all James draws a picture of a community whose members have a focus on healing, healing of sickness, healing of relationships – including their relationship with God – a community whose members don’t forget to offer thanks and praise to God when things are going well and to ask for God’s help when things are going not so well. He also pictures a community whose members are straight with one another, admitting their own failings honestly and openly, and at the same time not afraid to get stuck into helping others when they have taken a wrong turning, guiding them back into Jesus’s way, the way which leads to truth and life.

But above all – and here I want to pick up some things I said last week – it’s a community that is powered by prayer.  If things go wrong, for individuals, for the whole community, what do you do?  Pray. If things are going well, what do you do? Pray – or sing songs of praise, which comes to much the same thing.  An African Christian who lived many centuries ago said “the one who sings prays twice.”  If a member of the community is ill, what should they do? Ask the church leadership to join them in prayer. If a member of the community fouls up, what should they do? Admit it – and pray for forgiveness. And pray for one another.  This isn’t just “saying our prayers” as many of us were taught to do when we were children.  It’s praying with one another and for one another.  Repeatedly James reminds his readers of the power of prayer.  Remember Elijah! One person’s prayer may not seem like much but, as we heard last week, it can have an effect in difficult situations. One of the great English Church leaders of the last century said “When I pray, coincidences happen. When I don’t, they don’t.”

That is one reason why each week-day morning at around 9.30 I am in church, praying for our life in this chaplaincy and for this city in which God has set us, for people I know who are having a bad time, here in Genoa or back in the UK, for the wider Church and the world.  If anyone wishes to join me they’re very welcome.  We might even fit in the occasional song of praise to God.

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 17 (23.9.2018)

Last week I spent a couple of days with Lis and Mary at our Archdeaconry Synod. That might sound a bit grim – who wants to be at a meeting that begins on Wednesday evening and doesn’t end until Friday lunch-time? But actually it was good to meet people from every part of Italy (and from Malta and Gozo), not only in the formal sessions focused on the Synod’s theme, “Powered by Prayer”, but also in the conversations over coffee or at the meal-table. Lis and Mary and I came away feeling thoroughly energised and affirmed, not least because of the sense that the rest of the Archdeaconry understands and appreciates which we are trying to do here in Genoa and wants to support us in whatever way it can. We received a number of generous donations of money, from other chaplaincies and from individuals, to enable our work to continue, and we received many words of encouragement, from Bishop Robert and Archdeacon Vicky as well as lay and clergy colleagues. As Lis is fond of saying, “God sees and provides”.
 
However, as St James reminds us in our reading this morning, while God provides for our needs, God doesn’t always provide what we want. One of the things that came out of Archdeacon Joe Ajaefobi’s visit last month is how many of our Nigerian members are desperate to find paid employment and how very difficult and frustrating the search for a job can be. Does that mean that they are sinners? When St James writes “You do not have because you do not ask,” is he saying that God is punishing us for not praying? No. What he is saying is the other side of what Jesus says in the Sermon on the Mount, when he tells his disciples: ‘Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.’ A similar thought lies behind the words that followed in today’s first reading: “You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, in order to spend what you get on your pleasures.”
 
A wise priest of the Eastern Church once said that God always answers prayer, but three answers are possible. Those three answers are “Yes”, “No”, and “Wait”. “Yes” is the answer we receive when we ask for what God is ready to give us and we are ready to receive. “No” is usually the answer when we ask for something that would hurt us or hurt others, or as St James says “because you ask wrongly, in order to spend what you get on your pleasures”. “No” is also the answer when what we ask for puts us, not God, at the centre – like the disciples in this morning’s Gospel, arguing which of them was the greatest. But of the three answers, “Wait” is the most baffling. It may be because we are not yet ready, or because something else must happen first, or because God has something else in mind for us, and granting our request now would be a distraction from that.
 
Prayer isn’t magic. It isn’t like those drinks dispensers at the station where you put in the right money, press the right buttons, and out comes the drink you want. The teaching on prayer that has had most impact on me came from the lips of a dying man. As his life ebbed away it became clear that he was trying to say something important to the people gathered at his bedside. One of them found a pencil and paper and scribbled down what he said. And what he said was this:
 
“The Holy Spirit will never give you stuff on a plate – you’ve got to work for it.
Your work is listening – taking the situation you’re in and holding it in courage, not being beaten down by it.
Your work is standing – holding things without being deflected by your own desires or the desires of other people round you. Then things work out just through patience. How things alter we don’t know, but the situation alters.
There must be dialogue in patience and charity – then something seems to turn up that wasn’t there before.
We must take people as they are and where they are – not going too far ahead or too fast for them, but listening to their needs and supporting them in their following.
The Holy Spirit brings things new and old out of the treasure.
Intercessors bring the ‘deaf and dumb’ to Christ, that is their part.
Seek for points of unity and stand on those rather than on principles.
Have the patience that refuses to be pushed out; the patience that refuses to be disillusioned.
There must be dialogue – or there will be no development.”
 
Those words apply to us, too, if we are serious about living a life that is powered by prayer. Be patient. Listen. Don’t be discouraged. Don’t try to “force” things – or people. Wait in hope for the moment when things change. In the mean time, as St James says, “Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.”
Tony Dickinson

Trinity 15 (9.9.2018)

All along Jesus has been quite clear about what he is doing.  The good news of the Kingdom, the good news which God has sent him to proclaim, is for the people whose whole history had prepared them to receive it, the Jewish people. It’s tiring work. If you read Mark’s Gospel at one sitting, you begin realise how very busy, how crammed with incident, the life of Jesus and his disciples was. Preaching to the crowds, healing those who were sick in body or mind, dealing with all the questions that kept coming up – questions from the Jewish authorities, questions from the acknowledged experts on religious matters, questions from people who wanted to trip Jesus up or trap him, and (let us not forget) questions from the disciples, who could be, to put it kindly, a bit dim sometimes.

No wonder Jesus needed a break.  No wonder he decided to go right away, beyond the borders of the Jewish world of first century Palestine.  He goes to “the region of Tyre” – in the south of modern-day Lebanon.  That’s gentile territory, pagan territory, where they wouldn’t know anything about wonder-working Jewish rabbis.  He tries hard to escape notice. “He entered a house and did not want anyone to know he was there.”  No such luck!  Even in pagan Tyre word gets around.  And the outcome is really quite shocking.

A local woman, a non-Jewish woman, with a desperately sick daughter comes barging into Jesus’s lodging and begs him to heal the child.  It’s the last thing Jesus needs, and his response shows it. What the woman does is shocking. This is not how to behave.  More to the point, this isn’t what Jesus came north for.  It isn’t even in his job description.  When Matthew tells this story in his gospel he makes that crystal clear. “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel,’ is how Matthew’s Jesus replies.  And in both Matthew’s Gospel and here in Mark’s Jesus uses language which would have been commonplace in first-century Palestine, but which most of us would find quite offensive. “It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”  That’s harsh – even if Mark’s Greek word for “dogs” does suggest puppies or lap-dogs, household pets.

But the woman isn’t fazed by his response. Even the puppies get the left-over scraps from the family meal, she argues. And Jesus is won over.  He tells the woman that her daughter has been healed – and she goes home to find her “lying on the bed, and the demon gone”.

So why does Mark, why does Matthew, tell this story? There are echoes of Jairus and his dying child – and of the woman with haemorrhages who also did a shocking thing in her search for healing. The key point, though, is that this healing, like the healing that follows it, the healing of the deaf-mute in Decapolis – this healing took place beyond the borders of Palestine and it was the healing of a non-Jew.  This is what we would call a step-change. In healing the child, and the deaf-mute, Jesus acknowledges that the message about the Kingdom, the good news, is not just for Jews.  It is for the whole world. That Greek-speaking Syrophoenician woman is the person who makes it possible for us to be here this morning. The healing of her daughter is a break-through moment. The good news of Jesus is for everybody – irrespective of race, culture, language…

And, as our first reading this morning reminds us, irrespective of social status. In church it doesn’t matter who you are, what you do for a living, how much you earn, how you live, where you live.   What matters is that you are God’s beloved child.  The letter of James spells that out very clearly – although, sadly, there are many churches which ignore James’s words.  I know a village church in the south of England where the seating shows very clearly how the village was once divided according to wealth and status, from plain wooden benches for the poorest farm workers, to a screened-off area with carpets, armchairs and a coal fire for the family who lived in the big house.  That isn’t what the gospel is about.  James lays it on the line: “You do well if you really fulfil the royal law according to the scripture ‘You shall love your neighbour as yourself.’”

Church is the place where we learn how to love our neighbour, even the neighbour who is totally different from us.  Church is the place where we learn how to serve one another – and the place from which we go out to serve the world in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord.

Tony Dickinson

We hope to be able to post Fr Ed Hanson’s sermons from 19th and 26th August shortly. 

Trinity 11 (12.8.2018)

There’s quite a gap between the massive picnic on which we have been focusing for the past couple of Sundays and the solitary breakfast which Elijah ate in the wilderness and which was the focus of our first reading today.  Elijah was on the run. He had triumphed over the prophets of the Canaanite god Baal, and four hundred of them had been killed. Queen Jezebel, who was a worshipper of Baal, was determined to have Elijah’s life in return for their life.  Like Moses, centuries earlier, Elijah had taken refuge in the wilderness, as far as possible from the queen’s anger; and like Moses (and the people Moses led), he had been fed thanks to a miracle of God.

In each of those situations there had been a choice between life and death.  An exhausted Elijah in our first reading prayed that he might die.  The Israelites were always complaining to Moses and Aaron that they had been brought out into the wilderness in order to die. “Why couldn’t you have left us in Egypt?” is their regular complaint.  “Why couldn’t you leave us where we were, slaves, oppressed, exploited, miserable?  We may not have been happy, but we were safe.”

It’s the same attitude that lies behind many of the problems the world is experiencing today.  It lies behind the narrow vote for Britain to leave the EU.  It lies behind the election of President Trump in the USA.  It lies behind the way people voted six months ago in this country.  There are an awful lot of people who want to live in the past, as they imagine it. They want things to be as they were when they were children, when the world seemed a much safer place.  Elijah, I think, recognises that in himself.  “Take away my life,” he prays; “for I am no better than my ancestors.”  I am trapped by my past, in other words, just as they were by theirs.  There is nothing to look forward to. There’s a faint echo of that attitude in the mutterings of some people in the crowd about what Jesus said. “We know this man.  We know his parents. Why can’t he leave us where we are?  Why is he talking in this strange, new way?”

The response that Jesus gives those who are muttering about his teaching is the same response that God’s messenger gave to Elijah. “Don’t life in the past: live for the future – God’s future!”

Many years ago a friend of mine who lives near Rouen in France was asked to be godmother to one of her young nieces.  It was around the time when the Church was moving on from “turn up next Sunday afternoon and we’ll do it” to taking seriously the need for parents and godparents to have some idea what they are letting themselves in for. The priest who prepared my friend started talking about baptism as the beginning of our eternal life in Jesus Christ.  That came as a bit of a shock to my friend.  She had always been taught that “eternal life” as something that happened when you died.  She wrote to me from France, asking what I thought.

All I could do was point her to this morning’s gospel and similar passages in the writings of St John and St Paul.  In this morning’s gospel Jesus is very clear in what he says: “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes has eternal life.”   Not “will have”, but “has”.  In John’s Gospel, Jesus makes this same point again and again.  Christians aren’t supposed to be looking forward to “pie in the sky when we die”.  We are invited to share in the life of Jesus now.  We are invited to live lives that are open to God’s future now.  We are invited to follow Elijah to a life-transforming experience of God on Horeb, the mountain of God.  We are invited to share a life-transforming experience of the Christ who gives himself to us as the bread of God… “which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”  That means recognising Jesus as really present with us now.  It also means being really present to him.  As an American Christian wrote recently, “We made the Eucharist into a magic act to be believed instead of a personal transformation to be experienced. We changed bread more than people…. We emphasized the priest as the ‘transformer’ instead of the people as the transformed.”

So this morning, as you come forward, don’t rush through receiving the bread and wine.  Be aware of the presence of Jesus, in the people standing in front of you, alongside you and behind you, in the bread and the wine – and in you.   And rejoice in the reality of the life in which we share, a life that is directed toward God’s future, because it is lived here and now in the love of Jesus.

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 10 (5.8.2018)

There’s a touch of the Keystone Cops at the start of this morning’s gospel. You know, that hopeless police squad in the old Mack Sennett films who were always setting off in chase of evil-doers – but usually in the wrong direction, or with half the squad missing, or a washing line draped round their driver so he couldn’t see where he was going. At least the crowds in the boats knew which way to go in their search for Jesus. Capernaum was his base in Galilee, so it made sense for them to look for him there.
 
Whether the crowds were still planning to set Jesus at the head of a movement to get rid of the Romans John doesn’t tell us. What he does do is record one of those conversations in which Jesus and the people he is with seem to be on different planets. The crowd asks him when he crossed the lake. Jesus tells them not to work for the food that perishes. Now, although that may seem a bit like a politician answering the question he (or she!) wants to answer rather than the question that has been asked, it actually stops the crowd in its tracks. It stops the crowd in its tracks because it sets before them the real reason why they have followed Jesus back and forth across the lake. They are living on the surface. They were impressed by the miracle of the loaves and fishes and they want more. And Jesus tells them off. “You are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves.” They had the experience, as we say, but they missed the meaning.
 
John is very hot on meaning. Feeding the crowd, like the rescue of that wedding celebration in Cana of Galilee and the healing of the royal official’s son, is important in John’s eyes. It’s important not just in itself, but because it points us to a truth about God, or about Jesus. And today, and in our Gospel readings for the next three Sundays, Jesus spells out the meaning of what he has done in feeding that huge crowd of people. He points to the deeper meaning: that to be properly fed, we don’t need only food for the body; we also need food for the spirit. We need “soul food”. This is what Jesus is offering the crowd, offering Israel, offering us, if we have the ears to hear and the heart to understand. This is “the food that endures to eternal life.”
 
Now, as we shall see more and more clearly during the coming weeks, the true “soul food” is the food through which Jesus shares his own life with us. And right at the end of today’s gospel this conversation with the crowd leads into one of the “I am” sayings which come at intervals in John’s Gospel. Those words state clearly and simply that the bread of life, the true food for the spirit, is not some fancy (and probably expensive) health fad, like oatmeal, or spelt, or quinoa. It isn’t even focaccia, though people in Genoa think of that as “soul food”! No, the bread of life, the ultimate “soul food”, is Jesus himself as he gives himself to us in the bread of the Holy Communion. What feeds us, really feeds us, is our relationship with God through him.
 
That is why, like a farmer, Jesus prepares the ground before sowing this amazing idea. If farmers want a good crop, they have to work. So, Jesus tells the crowd that they must work, if they want to enjoy the food that endures to eternal life, the bread which the Son of Man gives. And the work that they must do is to believe in the one God has sent.
 
Sadly, Christians often treat the words of Jesus about believing (and those of Paul and the other New Testament writers) –Christians often treat those words about believing as though they were like the White Queen in “Through the Looking Glass”, signed up to believing six impossible things before breakfast – like clergy in the Church of England having to assent to the Thirty-nine Articles of Religion, which are a great guide to being a Christian… in the England of five hundred years ago. That’s not the sort of belief that Jesus is talking about. To believe in Jesus, to believe in the God who sent Jesus, is to entrust our lives now entirely into his hands, to recognise that we depend on him for everything. As the Israelites in our first reading had to learn to depend on God in the wilderness, so we have to learn the same lesson. As St Francis of Assisi recognised eight hundred years ago, “We have nothing we can call our own – except our sins.” And God, in his boundless love and mercy, has cancelled all of them through the death of his Son.
Tony Dickinson

Trinity 9 (29.7.2018)

Have you ever wondered why the gospels make such a big thing about Jesus feeding people? We just heard the story (which appears in all the Gospels) of how he fed 5,000 people.  In the other gospels it’s 5,000 men and the women and children who tagged along with them. Matthew and Mark also tell a tale which involves 4,000 men and their uncounted families.  What’s that about?

Well, for a start, it’s about Jesus meeting people at their point of need.  It isn’t about him showing off, or proving that he is the son of God, though people, as we heard in the Gospel, certainly drew their own conclusions from what he did.  It’s not about that.  It’s about responding to need – as Elisha did in our first reading, which also, interestingly, involved barley loaves, the food of the poor.  Posh people in the ancient world ate bread that was made from wheat flour, more expensive than barley.  Both our readings this morning, then, are about God responding to the needs of people – and especially the people at the bottom of the heap.  That is one important theme in this story.

There’s another theme that is interwoven with that one, and it’s a theme which is very relevant to people today.  It’s very relevant because people today, and especially, rich, powerful people, tell a story about how the world is.  And the story they tell is one of scarcity, of there not being enough to go round.  In the UK, people have been listening to this story for the past eight years.  It’s sometimes called “austerity”.  But it isn’t just in the UK that this story, or one very like it, is being told. It’s a story that is being told here in Italy, particularly by the new government.  They say that there isn’t enough to go round, so let’s send the people who have least back to where they came from – ignoring the fact that where they came from there is often much less to go round!

That isn’t the story that Jesus tells.  It isn’t a story that any part of the Bible tells.  Even when times are difficult, even when food is short and there is famine in the land – that’s no excuse for locking the doors and turning people away.  Remember the story of Joseph and his brothers.  Remember the story of Ruth.  Joseph’s brothers, like Ruth, are people who go to a foreign country because they are starving, and they’ve heard that in the foreign country there is food.

They aren’t turned away. They are made welcome. They are fed.  They are encouraged to settle in the land where there is plenty.  But sometimes that doesn’t happen.  Sometimes the rich and the powerful, even in Israel, carry on telling their story that there isn’t enough to go round (while making sure that there is more than enough for them).  That’s when prophets become angry and start speaking out in the name of the Lord.  The first part of the prophecies of Isaiah, and the prophecies of Amos are both very critical of that sort of wrong-doing, as is Jesus, both in the stories he tells and in the things he does – like feeding five thousand men and their families.

Jesus doesn’t worry when Philip tells him they would need six months’ wages to feed a crowd that size.  He doesn’t bat an eyelid when Andrew tells him that all they have got to hand out is a boy’s packed lunch.  What indeed are they among so many people?  A lot less than the twenty loaves that the man with his harvest offering brought to Elisha!  But in both cases God blesses the offering and makes it sufficient for the needs of hungry people.  God does not work with a story about scarcity, but a story about love, which is revealed in generosity and sharing – however much, or however little, we may have.

That story reaches its climax in the story of Jesus and his self-offering which we remember every time we gather round a table in his name and share a meal – not of bread and fish, but of bread and wine – the same meal that we share today.  As we gather round his table, and as we share the meal which Jesus left to his closest friends, we renew our commitment to walking in his way and sharing his story, remembering that we come here, not because we’re good, but because we know we aren’t, and we long to be better.  We offer ourselves, body and soul together, so that his love can transform this community into a signpost pointing clearly to God’s kingdom of love and justice, as Jesus transformed the five barley loaves and two small fish into a meal for something like twice five thousand people.

Tony Dickinson

Mary Magdalene (22.7.2018)

One of the things I like about the Italian language is that the word storia means both story and history. Somehow that makes history sound exciting. When I was at school History was boring. Stories were what you read in English Literature and that was much more fun.

Of course, that’s a matter of taste. Some people like fact and others like fantasy. But serious historians and serious students of literature agree on two things. That ‘history’ varies according to who is telling the story. So it’s never 100% reliable. And literature – stories, novels, plays, poetry – which deal in fiction, can often be extremely accurate in its observation of human nature.

You probably all know that the Bible is not just ‘a’ book. It contains many books, many stories. Stories both in the Italian sense – the history of a people and their struggle to establish themselves – and in the sense of imaginative fiction: stories like that of Jonah who was swallowed by a great fish, and such like.

Overall, although it contains many stories of both kinds, the Bible tells one story in particular. It’s the story of the human race; how God loves us; how God continues to love us even when we ignore God or run away from God (that’s Jonah again); how God through Jesus Christ finally restores us to the fullness of life for which we were always intended.

And like all good stories there are certain themes which keep cropping up, or run through the whole narrative.

The Bible begins in a garden. Or at least the story of human life begins there… there is of course the prologue in chapter one of Genesis which tells how God created the heavens and the earth. But as soon as we get to the first humans, Adam and Eve (another story with a real truth behind it) we find them in a garden. And a garden that is perfect, idyllic.

Pretty soon of course it all goes wrong and they are evicted from the garden. But throughout the bible there is that memory of the perfect place, the garden of Eden, and human beings are always striving after it.

The children of Israel escape from slavery in Egypt and they believe God is leading them to the Promised Land; a land of milk and honey, a garden in a fertile country. They have to travel through the desert, and this desert is not just a physical reality but it’s a spiritual one too. Pilgrims – and that means all of us, because we are all seeking the promised land – are forced to go through the desert and face hardship and temptation. And yet God doesn’t let us give up: he gives us springs of water and a glimpse of what might be in store for us.

That wonderful passage we have just heard from the Song of Solomon is set in a garden. That’s another one of those stories which helps to tell the story of our salvation. Because it’s put in the mouth of a woman whose whole body and soul aches to be with her lover. Of course it’s about human, physical love but it’s about much more than that. It’s about how the only way we humans can find fulfilment, can be the people God intends us to be, is by abandoning our whole selves to love, the love of God. And it’s in the garden of love that we are called to live.

That book was written many years before the time of Jesus, of course. But that passage was chosen by the Church to be read today because today is the feast of St Mary Magdalene. Not Mary the mother of Jesus, or any of the other Marys we find in the bible, but Mary from the town of Magdala who was one of Jesus’s chief followers. We sometimes get the impression that all the disciples of Jesus were men, but there were many women too who followed him. And Mary Magdalene must have been prominent among them because she is mentioned in the gospels many times. There’s no evidence that she had any sort of romantic or sexual relationship with Jesus, but it is clear that she had a deep love for God and for God whom she saw in Jesus.

And she followed him, through thick and thin. The bible doesn’t say she was at the Last Supper, but if it had been a passover meal she probably was, because there was no way such a celebration would exclude women and children. After that meal Jesus and his disciples made their way to another garden, the garden of Gethsemane. I like to think that Mary was there along with the eleven men (don’t forget Judas had already slunk off to betray Jesus).

Be that as it may, it’s in that garden that we see the extremes. It doesn’t appear to be a beautiful, lush garden so much as a hard desert place. It’s often depicted with rocks and thorny bushes. It’s a place of sweat and tears (the blood will come later); it’s a place of agony. So much so that the male disciples can’t bear it and fall asleep. But I like to think that Mary Magdalene, and maybe other women, are there in the shadows silently supporting Jesus by their presence and love.

And the crunch soon comes. We all know what happens, and the horror of that first Good Friday. According to St John, the two Marys – our Lord’s mother, and Mary Magdalene – stood by him as he hung dying on the cross.

But that’s not the end. There isn’t an end to the story really. Or rather, the end is the beginning (as T S Eliot said). Two days later, early in the morning, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb where Jesus was buried. It was a garden, though I don’t suppose she noticed that at first. What she did see – and she was the first person to see it – was the stone rolled away from the mouth of the tomb. And no sign of the body of Jesus. She called Peter and John and they came to look, but couldn’t understand what had happened. In panic, they ran away again.

But Mary stayed, weeping outside the tomb. Then she saw a man whom she didn’t recognise. She thought he was the gardener.

And of course he was. God planted the garden, the ideal garden, the perfect garden, in Eden. And gave it to humankind to care for it and tend it. It’s only with the coming of the perfect Man, Jesus God’s Son, that the true gardener comes back to restore the garden to its true glory.

Mary Magdalene recognises Jesus, risen in glory, and is the first to announce this good news to the apostles and the rest of the world. That is why she is known as the Apostle to the Apostles. And it’s why the story of the garden is not just a nice fable but is really true as the description of our true destiny. Mary’s story is our story and our history. Alleluia!

David Emmott

Trinity 7 (15.7.2018)

Last week’s gospel was about prophets not being welcome in their own country and by their own people. The people who Jesus had grown up with turned their back on him because they didn’t think that a local lad could have anything to say to them.

This week we hear about John the Baptist, the prophet who confronts the establishment in the court of King Herod. This isn’t the same Herod who was king when Jesus was born; after he died the kingdom was divided among his sons, and this Herod wasn’t really a king but a puppet-ruler, on behalf of the Romans, of just the region of Galilee and a bit more. But of course it wouldn’t be surprising if he gave himself the airs and graces of someone more important.

His wife is clearly the brains behind the throne. And she manipulates him. She knows that John the Baptist is a threat to her husband’s authority because he is challenging the corruption that spreads from the court right across society.

And as in so many cases (we don’t have to look far these days) part of that corruption is the exploitation of women. Herod is persuaded to lay on a great party to celebrate his wife’s daughter’s birthday. But you can imagine the scene. Alcohol flowing freely; lots of bloated over-privileged men lounging around and salivating at the scantily dressed young women. And the star of the show, the young girl who performs a sexy dance to titillate all those men present.

So at his weakest, Herod is persuaded to grant the girl her gruesome birthday present. The head of John the Baptist on a platter, like the boar’s head at a mediaeval banquet. Herod was reluctant to kill John because he had something of a conscience; John reminded him of that despite his cruel ways. But probably because he didn’t want to appear weak in front of his fashionable guests he gave in to the women’s pleading. And so proving his weakness!

That’s why when Herod hears about Jesus, that he is going around the country preaching the same message as John, he is terrified! John has come back to haunt him!

Well it wouldn’t be surprising if he did. That twinge of conscience that had Herod unwilling to have John murdered, has obviously been set off again by the news of Jesus. I suppose like the first time, Herod just shelved his conscience and got on with the rest of his life. But what a life!

It’s all summed up in that banquet. A great feast, a meal to share: but a feast just for him and his favoured few. The obsequious followers hoping to share some of the reflected glory of the king’s court. But just as Herod wasn’t a real king, his glory was false as well. Like all tyrants, his power was built on weakness; his policies were built on lies; and his generosity was a false show which didn’t extend to the people in need but just to those he was keen to impress.

Contrast that with the great banquet which Jesus offers to us all. His table is open; the food is spread and it’s his flesh for the life of all. He calls all of us, rich and poor, Gentile and Jew, Christian, Muslim and atheist, black, white and brown, men and women, boys and girls, whatever our sexual orientation or whatever our political views: the banquet is offered to all. Jesus expects no payment, no declaration of false loyalty, no toadying words. He gives us his life in this banquet and expects nothing in return. Except that he knows it will transform us, and when we are transformed by his love we will work with him to build a new world.

There is another image too. Herod’s court (and the courts of many similar tyrants before and since, right down to our own day) perverts the meaning of a shared meal. In the same way, the dance performed by the young girl perverts the meaning of a dance. A dance should be about joy; it should be the expression of love and freedom. Instead the girl was exploited and used to put on a salacious display simply to tempt the sexual lust of the men present.

Most of us know the song, or hymn, by Sydney Carter called The Lord of the Dance. It’s based on a mediaeval carol… indeed, carols are really dance tunes. Jesus is like the Pied Piper, rising from the dead and leading us in a wonderful dance of life. Those of us from northern Europe aren’t very good at this. We are shy and inhibited and some of us use the excuse of having two left feet. In fact some of you know that the last time I was here I had one and a bit left feet – I had to spend a whole day in Pronto Soccorso to get my right foot moving again. It’s ok now but I’m afraid it’s been big excuse for not getting involved in dancing any more.

So physician heal thyself, and preacher take note. We are all called to give up our inhibitions and shake our stiff legs and take part in the Dance of Life. I’m sure that some of you here are from other cultures where that comes more easily, and perhaps you will show us the way.  God’s life, God’s rhythm, God’s love takes hold of our stiff and selfish world and shakes it all about. Jesus is the Lord of the Dance and the Lord of all life. Setting us free from selfishness and fear and giving us hope.

David Emmott

Trinity 6 (8.7.2018)

Mark’s Gospel is always on the move – and usually very quickly.  Today he certainly moves us on from last Sunday’s Gospel – in just about every way.  Last week, at the end of Mark’s fifth chapter, we heard how Jesus healed a woman who had a serious long-term illness and brought back a young girl from death, to the amazement of his disciples and her parents. Today, at the beginning of chapter 6, the mood is very different.

Jesus has moved away from the lakeside.  He is back in Nazareth, his home town.  It’s the Sabbath, so he does what he normally does. He goes to the synagogue and starts to teach. But there’s something different about the atmosphere.  The people aren’t listening as they do in other places.  They’re comparing notes – almost grumbling. “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands!  Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?”  They are not impressed.  Mark says “They took offence at him.” They call it “tall poppy syndrome” in Australia.  In Britain it’s “cutting people down to size”.

So Jesus shrugs his shoulders and moves on.  He has a job to do and he isn’t going to let the friends and relations get in the way.  He moves on deeper into the countryside.  He sends out the twelve to do in other places the things that he has been doing, preaching, healing, urging people to reframe the way in which they look at the world – and themselves.  And Jesus tells them to travel light.  All they need are the clothes they stand up in (don’t even take a spare shirt) – but do take a staff and sandals for the journey.  Accept hospitality when you are offered it, but don’t be discouraged if you aren’t.  Just move on. And if people won’t listen to your message – well, that’s their problem.  “If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.”

There’s a message there for us, too, I think.  It is very easy to be discouraged when life doesn’t go our way.  Many of us face the daily struggle of finding our way through the system, or coping with life in the camp.  Others have to deal with bad luck, illness, the frustrations of caring for an ageing relative, or being messed around by Italian bureaucracy and its demands for the right paperwork.  But the message of both our readings is “Don’t be discouraged”.   Sometimes, like Jesus and the disciples, we can move on, to new situations, new challenges.  Sometimes we can’t.  We’re stuck where we are and we can’t change things.

That’s when we need to hear the wisdom of St Paul.  Like Jesus in Nazareth, Paul is being given a hard time by people who know him well.  He had set up the Christian community in the busy port city of Corinth.  Then, as he always did, Paul moved on.  That’s when others moved in, impressive speakers (unlike Paul), with the right paperwork (letters of commendation from the church in Jerusalem) and they began to take apart everything that Paul had built up and trash his reputation in the church.  But although he was deeply saddened, Paul wasn’t discouraged.  He knew that his ministry did not depend on having the right paperwork.  He knew that he had been granted an overwhelming experience of God, affirming his ministry – and, at the same time, he had received what he called “a thorn in the flesh” to keep him from being carried away by that experience.

Paul prayed that this “thorn”, whatever it was, might be removed and his prayer was answered with a firm “no”.   But with that “no” he received another message: “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.”  Think about that for a moment: “[God’s] power is made perfect in weakness”, the weakness of Jesus hanging on the cross.  What matters is not success, but openness to God, even when things are not going our way.  We cannot expect God to sort out all our problems and frustrations, but we can trust God to be with us and to reveal his power in what seems to us like weakness, frustration and failure.  So don’t be discouraged. Travel light through disappointment, trusting in the power that is made perfect in weakness. To God…

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 5 (1.7.2018)

A city destroyed; a father distraught; a woman made desperate. Those are the three strands in our readings today.  The lament over the city from which our first reading was taken paints a picture which we know only too well.  Jerusalem 587 years before Christ could equally be Aleppo, or Hodeidah, or towns and villages in Borno state or Ambazonia today.  And images of the distraught parents of a dying child speak to us as powerfully now as they did to the crowd by the lakeside, watching in amazement as one of the leading men of the town falls down at Jesus’ feet to ask for his help. This is the world turned upside down.  Jairus, the head of the synagogue, goes down on his knees to beg Jesus, the wandering preacher, to heal his dying daughter!

But that isn’t the end of it.  Jesus sets out with Jairus, and the disciples, and a large crowd in tow. And then he stops.  He stops because someone has touched him, someone in need.  “Power had gone forth from him.”  Who had touched him? Why? He stops and he waits. The disciples think he’s crazy.  ‘You see the crowd pressing in on you; how can you say, “Who touched me?”’ But Jesus wants to know.  And the person who touched Jesus finally comes forward: a woman, a sick woman, a poor woman (Mark tells us she had spent all her money on failed attempts at a cure), a woman who was ritually unclean and had been for twelve years.  Her condition meant she could have no part in the life of the community – and it explains why she crept up behind Jesus secretly in the crowd. Now that she had been found out (and healed) she told him the whole truth.

What Jairus must have been going through while this scene unfolded I don’t like to think. Agonies of fear, I am sure – and maybe anger? Why was Jesus spending time on this wretched woman?  Jairus was the one whose family needed help. Jairus was the high-status person in this situation, head of a household, head of the local synagogue. Surely he should have priority?  That’s when the messengers arrive with the news that his daughter has died.  “Why trouble the teacher any further?”  But Jesus is having none of that. He ignores their message.

Instead, Jesus continues on to Jairus’s house, turfs out the mourners when they laugh at his confidence that all will be well, and goes, with the child’s parents, and Peter, James, and John, into the room where her body has been laid out.  He takes her hand and speaks to her.  She gets up and Jesus hands her back to her parents, telling them to give her something to eat.

Now, that simple gesture of taking the girl’s hand also turns the world upside down.  To touch a corpse was to become polluted, unclean, but for a second time the power of life in Jesus reverses the flow of defilement, as it had with the woman earlier.  Jesus is not polluted.  Those who had been unclean are cleansed and made whole.  Jesus gives them back to their family, to the wider community, to life itself.  And their status, their standing in the world, simply doesn’t matter. God’s mercies never come to an end.  God’s compassion enfolds us whoever we are.

There’s a challenge there for us.  Is our life together fully open to the healing, cleansing, life-giving love of Jesus?  Or do we worry about questions of status and purity?  Many years ago a Native American Christian put the same challenge very directly to a group of religious professionals.  “How come you know Jesus Christ” he asked them “and you no heal nobody?”  That work of healing, restoring, creating community didn’t stop when the earthly ministry of Jesus ended.  It continues in us as it did in Peter, James and John.  It continues in our regular prayer for the people we know who are ill, and for others who are, for whatever reason, cut off from sharing fully in the life around them.  In some churches it continues in regular sacramental actions, in the laying on of hands and anointing with oil.  Those actions are not some kind of magic.  They are ways of opening hearts and lives and memories to the healing love of God, of letting Christ take our suffering up into his suffering and transform it in his love.  Is this a way of serving God through the renewal of community to which God might be calling us?  Over the summer, please ponder that possibility, and let me know what you think.

Tony Dickinson

Birth of St John the Baptist (24.6.2018)

One Christmas in the 1980s, as a fairly new curate, I was entrusted with the task of sorting out the readers and the readings for the “Nine Lessons and Carols”.  One of the readings was the passage from Isaiah that we heard a few minutes ago.  It was given to a member of our youth drama group.  She was, as I had expected, fine at the rehearsal. The reading was beautifully paced and read with real feeling.  So, on the night I sat back and relaxed as Abigail came up to read.  The first few verses were fine.  And then something happened which I hadn’t expected: the reading became more and more excited, and faster and faster.  I thought at first it was nerves.  Then I realised the truth: it wasn’t stage fright; it was sheer excitement. The prophet’s message had grabbed Abigail heart and soul.  The good news, the promise and “the glory of the Lord” had taken her over.

There’s the same sort of excitement in today’s gospel.  Elizabeth, ageing and childless, was about to give birth.  “Her neighbours and relatives heard that the Lord had shown his great mercy to her, and they rejoiced with her.”  This was something new and wonderful – and something equally strange had happened to her husband, Zechariah.  He had been unable to speak throughout the nine months of his wife’s pregnancy, silenced, it was said, by a messenger from God.

So, eight days after her son’s birth, Elizabeth found herself surrounded by all the friends and relations – both hers and her husband’s.  They came to celebrate this very special child.  But they also came to see that things were done “properly”.  So he would, of course, be named after his father.  They were, all unknowing, in danger of sabotaging what God had set up, taming this new beginning, this action of God. This little boy was not to be part of family tradition.  He was marked out to become part of something completely new.  That is why he was to be given a new name, a name that meant something.  In the face of all the family pressure, Elizabeth insisted “He is to be called John”.  In Hebrew that’s “Johanan” which means “Graced by the Lord” or “The Lord is gracious”.

Now, how Elizabeth knew this, Luke doesn’t tell us, because the child’s name had been given by the angel to Zechariah before he lost the power of speech.  Presumably the two of them had found some way of communicating over those nine months…  Well, the friends and relations didn’t buy it.  John wasn’t a family name – and what would she know anyway.  She was only a woman!  What did the boy’s father want him called?   So they asked him.  And Zechariah grabbed a writing tablet and wrote “His name is John” – and the way Luke’s original Greek phrases that simple statement could not be stronger.  Not so much “His name is John” as “His name is John”.

And that is the release.  Zechariah’s nine-month silence ends at last.  It ends in a huge outpouring of joy and thanksgiving which has become one of the classic Christian hymns of praise, usually known by its Latin name, “The Benedictus”. “Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who has come to his people and set them free!”  That hymn of praise was sung at Morning Prayer pretty well every Sunday in the church of my childhood – and I have to say they managed to make it sound rather dull. So often people who really ought to know better try to tame and imprison God in what is familiar, instead of rejoicing in the way in which God bursts through the imprisoning power-structures of this world to bring about something new.

God bursts through in the prophetic message we heard in our first reading.  God bursts through in the preaching of the adult John.  And in all four Gospels the link is made between John’s preaching and those words of the prophet, “prepare the way of the Lord”.  So let us also make that link.  Let us connect John, and Jesus the Lord for whom he prepared the way, with the passionate love of the God who cares about justice, who cares about people, especially the people who are discarded by the powerful, the people who are pushed to the edges.  God gathers them to him and holds them close to his heart.  He holds us close to his heart.  As we celebrate the birth of John the Baptist, let us allow that message to grip us and fire us and excite us in the way that it did young Abigail all those years ago.

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 3 (17.6.2018)

Did anyone watch the Super Eagles’ game last night? That’s the Nigerian national football team, for those of you who aren’t (yet) infected with World Cup fever. Pity about the result.

One of the things about sport that I notice more and more as I get older (especially now I have a son who is a qualified football referee) is how much more technical it has become: how much more focused on “stats”.  Not just obvious things like “number of goals” or “number of fouls” or “number of red/yellow cards”, but things like “shots on target” and “passes completed” – even “metres run” by each player on the pitch.  And it isn’t just sport.  We seem to have arrived at a way of looking at the world which says “if it can’t be measured, it doesn’t exist.” Schools and colleges – even universities – find themselves in “league tables” shaped by the exam results of their pupils. Hospitals – certainly in the UK, I don’t know whether this is also true of Italy – hospitals are ranked according patient through-put and clinical “success rates”. Farmers measure their land by how much fertilizer and weed-killer they put on it in relation to the size of the crop they harvest.

It was, as today’s Gospel reminds us, all very different in the world which Jesus knew. Farmers in first-century Palestine didn’t do the kind of maths that farmers in Europe do today.  They didn’t work how much fertiliser to spread, or how much pesticide and herbicide to spray on their fields. They scattered the seed. They ploughed it in. After that it was up to God.  Like the one in the story Jesus told, every peasant farmer in Palestine would scatter his seed and then “sleep and rise night and day, and the seed would sprout and grow, he does not know how.”  All he could do was pray that God would bless him with a crop large enough to feed his family, to pay his taxes, and to leave him with seed for sowing the next year.  Then it was simply a matter of waiting until the crop was ready for harvest “first the stalk, then the head, then the full grain in the head” – and when it’s ripe send in the reapers to cut it.

Now that, said Jesus, is how the kingdom of God works. Be patient. Trust. Don’t push things. Do what is yours to do. Don’t give way to resignation at “the way things are”.  And don’t be fooled by slick slogans promising a short-cut to the kingdom.

There’s a message there for us.  Our task is to sow the seed.  Life and growth come from God.  Don’t try to force things.  Don’t try to measure things.  Even if the Church of England insists on asking for the “Statistics for Mission” each year, don’t take it too heavy.  Don’t worry about being “successful”.  Ezekiel has something to say about that in our first reading.  It is God, acting in the lives of faithful human beings, who “brings low the high tree,… makes high the low tree;… dries up the green tree and makes the dry tree flourish.”  It is God who gives growth – and God will, despite all our fears and anxieties.  So don’t give up!

God is at work in us, waking or sleeping.  God is at work in us, bringing forth an abundant harvest for his kingdom.  God is at work in us as a community, however small and fragile we may think we are, however far from God some of us may think we are.  God is at work in us, growing us like that mustard-seed, so that we can provide shelter and protection for those who need it, so that we can be a sign of hope and encouragement for those who need it.  All God asks is that we remain faithful; that we put our trust in God as the one who brings life and growth, who “makes high the low tree” and “makes the dry tree flourish”.  So, when things don’t go to plan, don’t be discouraged.  When you feel weak and inadequate, don’t give up hope.  We aren’t called to be heroes.  We aren’t called to be successful.  We are called to be faithful – faithful in our following of Jesus our Lord.  So, remember the seed growing secretly in the story Jesus told.  And hold fast to God’s promise to Israel through the prophet: “I the Lord have spoken; I will accomplish it.”

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 2 (10.6.2018)

This morning’s Gospel all gets a bit extreme. On one side there’s the family of Jesus, coming out in order to take him home because they have heard he has gone out of his mind. On the other side there are members of the religious establishment, who have come to the conclusion that in sitting light to the Law of Moses, in gathering up crowds of ordinary people and those on the edge and telling them “you matter to God”, Jesus has crossed to “the dark side”. That probably won’t need explaining to any “Star Wars” fans, but basically it means that the scribes from Jerusalem are saying Jesus isn’t just deluded, as his family imagine.  They are saying that he is in fact demonic: that he is under the control of Beelzebul and he uses the powers of darkness to cast out evil spirits.

Now, in first-century Palestine that must have been quite a hit to take.  Family networks in the Middle East, and on other parts of the world, wider clan and tribal networks, were and still are very important.  If the family think you have gone too far – as Jesus’ family clearly did – then you have to sit up and take notice. The same is true of the religious “establishment”, represented here by the scribes from Jerusalem.  These are the people who interpret God’s rules for living set out in the books of the Torah and apply them to daily life.  Their opinion also matters.  As we heard in last Sunday’s Gospel, they have been murmuring about Jesus for a while – and even beginning to contemplate doing away with him.  That seems like not a good place for Jesus to be.

So what will he do?  Will he back off?  Will he go home with the family to Nazareth and pick up his carpenter’s tool-box again?  In a word: “No.”  First of all he has a go at the religious authorities, the big men from the city.  He points out that the argument they are using against him doesn’t actually work – even on the political level.  A country that is split down the middle is in a very bad way, however you look at it – as people engaged in the continuing debates about how the United Kingdom stands in relation to the European Union after next spring are at last beginning to realise.

And then there comes that dramatic condemnation, which has puzzled scholars and worried scrupulous Christians for twenty centuries.  What did Jesus mean when he warned against the “eternal sin” of blasphemy against the Holy Spirit?

Quite simply this: that in their eagerness to take Jesus down, and to scare off his followers, the scribes from Jerusalem had shown a fatal blindness and hardness of heart. There’s a gap of a few verses between last Sunday’s Gospel and the beginning of this Sunday’s. Part of that gap Mark fills with a very brief account of how people came to Jesus from all over – and he healed them.  He cured the sick. He drove out evil spirits.  This is what the scribes say is the work of demons? This healing of body and mind?  They have allowed their ideology to pervert their vision, so that they call what Jesus is doing “demonic”, instead of naming it for what it is: God breaking into human lives with blessing, and wholeness, and hope. Their vision has become so distorted that there’s no way back. To see a blessing and call it evil – that is their sin.

Jesus names it for what it is, and turns away from them.  That’s when the family posse arrives to take him home. Jesus does not condemn them.  But he does, in a sense, dismiss them.  He looks at the crowd, the ordinary people, those outside the system and outside the networks of protection, hanging on his every word, some of them, perhaps, longing for his touch to heal and make whole, and he tells them “You, if you do God’s will – you are my brother and sister and brother”.  Jesus reweaves the whole pattern of human relationships.  Family, clan, tribe, nation – in the end all of these are provisional.  They fall into the class of things that St Paul in our first reading described as “temporary”.  What matters is who we are in Jesus. What matters is who we are as we share his peace with one another, who we are as we gather round his table.  What matters is how we live with one another and care for one another in the world beyond these walls.

Tony Dickinson

Trinity 1 (3.6.2018)

Someone once made the mistake of asking a colleague for a text for his next Sunday’s sermon. The reply was instant: “How about ‘We are all cast from the same mould, but some of us are mouldier than others?’”

That isn’t quite what St Paul is saying in our first reading this morning, when he writes about “having this treasure” (that’s “the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ”) – “having this treasure in clay jars.”  All of us are flawed human beings, “all cast from the same mould”, but God doesn’t seem to be too bothered about how mouldy we are.  If we are willing to let God shine in our hearts, God can use us.  If the circumstances of our life are less than encouraging, God can still use us.  Whoever we may be, whatever we may have done, whatever may have been done to us, God can still transform our lives by the power of his life at work in us.

Now that life doesn’t always work in predictable ways.  It doesn’t always work in what respectable people might see as “proper” ways, as we were reminded in this morning’s Gospel.  But God’s unpredictability is what saves us. In his Son who heals on the Sabbath and offers us life through his death; in his Spirit poured out on the most unlikely people, in a creation which, as an eminent scientist of the last century remarked, is not only stranger than we imagine but stranger than we can imagine God is at work in us, breaking the mould, transforming lives, making us whole.

Tony Dickinson

Trinity Sunday (27.5.2018)

Long ago, it is said, there was a Pope who wanted to drive the Jewish community out of Rome.  The Jews protested and, after much discussion, it was agreed that the Pope would hold a debate with the most learned of their rabbis.  If the Pope won the argument, the Jews would leave.  If the rabbi won, they would stay.  There was only one problem.  The Pope knew no Hebrew and the rabbi spoke neither Italian nor Latin.  So it was agreed that the debate would be conducted in mime.  The day was fixed.  The Pope and the rabbi met in St Peter’s.  The discussion was lively but soon over – and it ended with the Pope admitting defeat and allowing the Jews to stay.

Back in the Vatican the Pope’s advisers held an inquest to find out why the Pope had conceded.  “He was just too good for me”, said the Pope.  “To every argument which I raised, he had an overwhelming counter-argument.  I pointed to the heavens, to emphasise the transcendent majesty of God.  He pointed to the earth, to remind me that God is in our midst.  I raised three fingers, to signify the persons of the Trinity.  He raised one finger, to stress the unity of the Godhead.  I put on the altar the bread and wine through which our Saviour shares with us his body and his blood.  He put on the altar an apple, to remind me that it was the sin of Adam and Eve which made the shedding of Christ’s blood necessary.  I could not answer his arguments.  He defeated me.”

On their way back to the Synagogue, the leaders of the Jewish community were congratulating their champion.  “But how did you do it?” they asked.  “Blessed if I know”, said the rabbi.  “He pointed up in the air to show how high he was planning to hang us if we didn’t go.  I pointed to the ground, to say that we were staying put here in Rome.  He raised three fingers, to warn us to be gone in three days.  I raised one, to tell him that not one Jew was leaving.  Then he brought out his lunch and put it on the table, and I brought out mine.”

Which just goes to show how difficult it can be to talk about God in a way that other people can understand – as Nicodemus found in this morning’s gospel.

But this Sunday is not about the bafflement of Nicodemus.  This Sunday is about the Christian experience of God.  It is about relationship.  It is about unity in diversity.  It is about fellowship, partnership, sharing.  When we talk about the Trinity, we are trying to express the profound truth that God is eternally in relationship – because God is love, love without beginning, without end, without condition, without limit. We are also reflecting our threefold experience of that love: first, loved revealed in creation, in the wonderful variety and intricacy of this fragile world; second, love revealed in a particular human life, because God’s love for his creation is so great that he has willed to enter it fully, no matter what that cost in terms of pain and dying; third, love revealed in the life of God’s people, a love that makes cowards brave, that gives speech to stammerers, that remakes us in the image of our divine Lover as we are “born from above”.

Talking about God as Trinity reflects our Christian experience.  And it is part of our experience that this threefold experience of God as life-giver, pain-bearer and love-maker is not the experience of three different beings but of one and the same God.  Like a Jew, praying the shema: “Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one”, like a Muslim, reciting the shahada, “There is no God but God”, we can truthfully claim, with the wise and holy men who hammered out the first formal statements of Christian faith “We believe in one God.”  We can truthfully do that because Father, Son and Spirit are three realities experienced as part of the single ultimate reality, from whom everything that is draws its existence.

We experience that threefold reality not only in theological reflection, but above all in our prayer and in our worship.  The Trinity is not so much to be understood intellectually as it is to be lived and prayed.  Christian prayer is classically understood as being offered to the Father, through the Son, in the power of the Holy Spirit.  And when we make Eucharist, we take bread and wine, gifts of the Father’s creation, so that he may transform them by his Spirit into the body and blood of his Son. At the same time, the heart of the great prayer of thanksgiving, the prayer in which we give thanks for all that God has done, in the creation of all things, in the saving activity, the life-giving death of Jesus Christ, and in which we pray that God’s Spirit may act both on the bread and the wine and on us who receive them – at the heart of that prayer is the song of the angels which echoes through the prophet’s vision and which points us at the same time heavenward with the Pope and earthward with the rabbi: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts, the whole earth is full of his glory”.

In that glory God invites us to share.

Tony Dickinson

Pentecost – Patronal Festival (20.5.2018)

I’m going to begin with the closing words of St Paul’s second letter to Corinth in the traditional version: “The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost be with you all.”

A church’s Patronal Festival is a celebration – but also a chance to take stock.  It’s a reminder of who we are – and who we wish to heaven we were. And when the “patron” of the Church is the third Person of the Holy Trinity  whose “day” is one of the major feasts of the Church’s year – well, that just makes it all the more interesting.

So, who are we in the “Fellowship of the Holy Ghost”?  We might think back to some words in our first reading: “devout people from every nation under heaven.”  Well, maybe not every nation, but a fair few. Italy, Great Britain, Switzerland, Japan, Ghana, South Africa, Nigeria – and that’s a little universe in itself.  I read the other day that there are five hundred and twenty languages spoken in Nigeria.  Five hundred and twenty!  The whole of the EU gets by with twenty-four official languages and five, including Basque, Catalan and Welsh, that are “semi-official”.  And even if we were to count up all the minority languages and the main “immigrant languages” (Russian, Turkish, and the like), we’d still be some way short of even one hundred.

Now, language matters.  We need it to communicate with one another.  We use it to express our inmost thoughts and longings and our deepest feelings.  On the day after the royal wedding I probably don’t need to remind you that we use it to say “I love you”!  But language can also be used to divide, to set up barriers, to keep out, or drive away those who whose language is “different”.  So, when the Holy Spirit opens the mouths of the disciples to speak about “God’s deed of power” to pilgrims who had come to Jerusalem from three continents, Asia, Africa and Europe, in words that those pilgrims could understand, then we can see the healing, reconciling work of Jesus continuing, even after he has been, as we heard last Sunday, “taken up from us”.

St Luke’s account of what happened on the Day of Pentecost isn’t just about “speaking in tongues”, as we understand that phrase today, a badge of a particular Christian identity.  It isn’t just about a dramatic event in the life of the first Christians.  It is about how God continues to break down barriers and to use the most unlikely people in ways they could not have imagined.

The crowd’s reaction was “Are not all these who are speaking Galileans?” – in other words, people from the back of beyond who can only just get their tongues around Hebrew and Aramaic, and whose knowledge of the wider world is, to put it kindly, a bit limited.  But these are the people God chooses to communicate the news about Jesus.  As God has chosen us.  There may not have been “a sound like the rush of a violent wind” or “divided tongues, as of fire… that rested on each one” of us, but through the pouring out of the Holy Spirit at our baptism we have been called and commissioned to testify to the reality of God’s love revealed in Jesus the Christ.

In his sermon at the royal wedding in Windsor yesterday, Bishop Michael Curry spoke about the power of fire to transform and enrich human life, and he reminded the congregation – and all those who were watching on the giant screens outside Windsor Castle or on television, or listening on the radio, or live-streaming it on their computer or their smart-phone – he reminded us all that fire, in the Bible, is often a symbol of the transforming power of love.  And the Holy Spirit is pure, undiluted Love, the Love that moves the sun and the other stars.

It was the fire of that Love which transformed the lives of those who had been closest to Jesus and sent them out unafraid into the streets of the city whose people had colluded in his execution. It was the fire of that Love which enabled them to proclaim Jesus as Lord and Messiah.  It was the fire of that Love which the prophet Joel foretold, when he spoke of God pouring out the Spirit on young and old, men and women, even those with no status in the society in which they lived. And, as Bishop Curry reminded his hearers, “When love is the way, there’s plenty good room – plenty good room – for all of God’s children. ‘Cos when love is the way, we actually treat each other, well… like we are actually family. When love is the way, we know that God is the source of us all, and we are brothers and sisters, children of God.”  That applies whether our mother-tongue is English, or Italian, or Edo, or Ijaw, or Ibibio, or Tiv – or Japanese, Akan, Afrikaans or Schwyzerdütsch.  Each of us can hear God speaking in the language of our heart.  In the “fellowship of the Holy Ghost” all of us are “actually family”.

Tony Dickinson

Easter 7 (13.5.2018)

If, like me, you explore what they call “social media” from time to time, you may have met the bafflement out there about the way in which President Trump is being given a free pass by white evangelical Christians in the USA, people who have, in the past, been very critical of politicians who have behaved as he has behaved. What makes the difference, it seems, is that he is “their” president.  In other words, a surface coating of “Christianity” is covering a political loyalty.

Now Christian faith, as this morning’s readings make clear, is not about what happens on the surface. It’s about what goes on in the depths.  In our first reading we heard how the eleven apostles wanted to become twelve again by replacing Judas Iscariot.  Now that Jesus is no longer physically among them, they recognise that, they are unable to plumb those depths, and so they leave the choice of replacement to God.  Both Joseph Barsabbas and Matthias appear, on the surface, to have what it takes to fill the vacancy left by Judas. Deciding between them is impossible on the purely human level, so by praying and casting lots the disciples hand the decision over to God.  It’s a way of appointing leaders that some Churches still use today.

But if you really want to explore the depths of Christian experience take time to read today’s Gospel.  That is about what it means to share in the life of Christ and to abide in him so that his joy may be made complete in us.  Ultimately, it is about union with God in and through his Son.  To us who belong to the Western Church that sort of talk can come across as strange.  We tend to think in terms of a legal process, whether we see ourselves as “Catholic” or “Reformed” or, like most Anglicans, as a bit of both.  Jesus has paid what we owed, so we are let off with a caution instead of having to pay the full penalty ourselves.

The Eastern Churches don’t see it like that at all.  In their eyes what matters is that by his dying Jesus has liberated us from slavery to death and set us free to live in and for God.  If you visit an Orthodox Church at this time of year you will see the icon of the resurrection. It shows Jesus hauling Adam and Eve, and the patriarchs, and the prophets, and kings and seers and sages, out of the realms of death into God’s marvellous light.

Christian life is about sharing in that light, shining with that light, participating in the life of the Godhead.  This is the eternal life of which St John writes – and it isn’t “pie in the sky when you die”.  Jesus does not ask the Father to take his disciples out of the world.  No, eternal life starts in us, here, now – if we have the courage to accept it; if we have the courage to open our hearts, our minds, our lives to the fullness of God; to be, as Jesus says in this morning’s gospel, “sanctified in truth”.

How do we do that?  How do we allow God to “sanctify us in truth”, to complete Christ’s joy in us as he longs to do?  There is no easy way.  It isn’t a matter of learning a few slick sound-bites.  It’s about serious waiting on God in prayer – and when I say “waiting”, I mean “waiting”.  Prayer isn’t about coming to God with a long list of our needs and wants – or other people’s needs and wants, for that matter; though concern for others and for the world, is part of praying.  Prayer is about listening for God, sitting in silence, not worrying about what the time is or what you’ve got to do next, but being present to God in the present moment, allowing God to enter your heart and mind.  It’s also about reading the Bible regularly, seriously; maybe with the help of study notes or a commentary; maybe just sitting down with a short passage and reading and re-reading it, not trying to puzzle out what it means, but letting words and phrases shine out at you from the page. Letting them sink deep into your mind and your heart.  It’s about letting Jesus feed you in Holy Communion, about receiving all that he offers you, allowing him to reveal to you and in you who you are in God, the true self which God loves and in which Jesus is glorified, despite our faults and failures, despite our woundedness and need for wholeness.  And it’s about those acts which reflect and reveal God’s love in our dealings with the people alongside whom we live and work and worship, the people we encounter in the street, or the shops, whoever they may be: not having “all the answers”, but just being there for them.

That is what it is to “be sanctified in truth”.  That is what it is to have eternal life.

Tony Dickinson

Easter 6 (6.5.2018)

Last Sunday we heard Jesus telling his disciples about the importance of their relationship with him, of the need for them to share in his life as grape-bearing branches share the life of the vine of which they are a part.   If you were here last Sunday you may remember that I said a little about that image of the vine and the branches during the service and a little more at the Annual Church Meeting that followed.  In this morning’s gospel, Jesus develops that idea in terms of his relationship with the Father and in terms of our relationship with the Father through him. It’s a relationship which is expressed in one word, a word which we heard more than once in last week’s Gospel and which was repeated in the passage we have just heard.

That word is “abide”.  Jesus abides in the Father’s love.  We abide in the love of Jesus. To abide in his love means to rest in that love – not in the sense that we don’t do anything apart from wafting around telling the world that (in the words of one of my least favourite hymns) “My God loves me”, but in the sense that knowing that we are loved by God empowers us, enables us, to love others, to be open to others, to respond to their needs and concerns and not just our own.

When I first arrived in Genoa, a couple of months ago, I thought that I really ought to find out a bit about the history of this city, and particularly about its spiritual life.  Who were the people whose lives and whose prayers made this city rather more than a “merchant pirate superpower”, as it has been described in a recent book? And I discovered St Catherine.

Caterina Fieschi was the youngest daughter of Jacopo Fieschi, a leading citizen of fifteenth-century Genoa.  He died when she was a teenager and she was married off, at the age of sixteen, to the son of another prominent family, Giuliano Adorno.  It was not, to put it mildly, a happy union.  Giuliano was a classic abusive husband, violent, spendthrift, and unfaithful. For ten years he made Catherine’s life utterly wretched – so wretched that she prayed to become seriously ill, because serious illness would be better than what she had to put up with in her marriage. Then, one day in March 1473, she had an experience which turned her life upside down.

Catherine was suddenly filled with the overwhelming realisation that, even if her husband did not love her, God did: that she was, to borrow words from this morning’s gospel, “no longer a servant but a friend”.  That realisation stopped her, almost literally, in her tracks and turned her life around.  She found a joy that she had never known and a deepening relationship with God which transformed not only her life but also had a powerful impact on Giuliano, who stopped his womanising, began treating Catherine with respect, and started taking his own faith seriously.  Together they became involved in the life of the Pammatone Hospital, then Genoa’s main hospital, which used to stand where the Palazzo di Giustizia now stands in Piazza Portoria. After Giuliano died Catherine became the director of the hospital until her own death in 1510.

All through this time of active service to the people of Genoa, Catherine continued to be a woman of deep prayer and profound insight, abiding in God’s love and sharing that love with the people around her, her husband, the daughter he had had by another woman, their co-workers at the hospital and, above all, the patients there.  Catherine’s was a life that was powered by prayer and by experiences of God that were, at times, quite as mind-blowing as what happened to Cornelius and his household in today’s first reading as they listened to the preaching of St Peter.

Now, “powered by prayer” is, I gather, the main theme for this year’s Archdeaconry Synod in the autumn and it’s a theme to which I would like to devote time and energy while I am with you in Genoa.  I said something about that at the Annual Meeting last Sunday, drawing attention to various possibilities, including a group that meets for intercessory prayer, a group that explores the way of meditation and contemplative prayer, a group that meets to study the Bible prayerfully together, and a group that prays for people who need healing.  There are sheets of paper at the back of the church, listing these opportunities.  If you are interested in any of them, please sign up.  As Catherine found, it is as we share in the Eucharist, as we engage with others,  and as we pray that the risen Christ encounters us as friends and energises us both to love and to bear fruit in his service.

Tony Dickinson

Easter 5 (29.4.2018)

We have just heard two terrific readings to prepare us for our annual meeting today: one passage from the Acts of the Apostles and one from St John’s Gospel, which together spell out the twofold task facing any Christian community.

In the reading from Acts Philip is prompted by God’s messenger to go down to the main road south-west out of Jerusalem.  Then there is another prompt: to get alongside the vehicle of a visitor, heading home after worshipping in Jerusalem.  No big deal, you might think, but for two factors.  One: the visitor was black African, not Jewish.  And two: he was a eunuch, barred by the Law of Moses from being part of God’s people.  Maybe that’s why he was reading Isaiah’s poem about the suffering servant of the Lord – another outcast like himself.  Philip gets alongside him, listens to him, answers his questions and then shares with him the good news about Jesus, good news that includes someone so different in race and culture. Then Philip seals that inclusion with a roadside baptism.  The Ethiopian is no longer an outcast.  He is loved and accepted by God.

From that joy, we turn to this morning’s Gospel with its rather different focus.  The story of Philip’s encounter with the Ethiopian turned our attention outward.  The words of Jesus at the Last Supper direct our attention inward.  He talks to his friends about the need to root their lives in his life, as the fruit-bearing branches of a grape-vine share the life of the vine.  If they don’t, they wither and die and bear no fruit.  This isn’t just about belonging to a circle of friends, being part of Jesus’s “gang”.  This is about listening to his words, opening ourselves to his Spirit, letting him feed us in the Eucharist, living close to him, letting his love transform our lives.

So, there is our twofold task.  The Spirit moves us to be alert to those who have stories and questions, whoever they are and whatever their background may be; to accompany them on the way to faith and inclusion.  Jesus invites us to share in his life in its fullness – and in its hurt, because the process of pruning is never pain-free. But what matters is the love which bears the pain, which transforms lives and which bears fruit to the Father’s glory.  Let us keep silence.

Tony Dickinson

Easter 4 (22.4.2018)

It’s nearly thirty-five years since I was ordained priest in St Alban’s Abbey, a few miles outside London.  Before he ordained us, the bishop read out words which set out our responsibilities.  “A priest,” he said, “is called by God to work with the bishop and with his fellow-priests, as servant and shepherd among the people to whom he is sent… He must set the Good Shepherd always before him as the pattern of his calling, caring for the people committed to his charge, and joining with them in a common witness to the world.”  Those words point us directly to this morning’s Gospel.  And they are rooted deep in the Christian tradition.  When my Protestant colleagues are introducing me to people from their churches whom I haven’t met yet – and there are an awful lot of them! – when they introduce me, they always describe me as “il pastore anglicano”.  We are all the pastors, the shepherds, of our various flocks.

So why is it that when the task of shepherding God’s flock is located so firmly in the ordained ministry, and specifically the priestly ministry, I feel a little twinge of unease?  I’ll explain why.  First of all, limiting the task to a specific group of people, set apart for a particular role in the Church doesn’t seem to fit with what Jesus says at the beginning of this morning’s gospel: “I am the Good Shepherd.”  Shepherding the flock, in other words, is what Christ does.  The mosaic above the altar is a permanent reminder of that.  And if we ponder that, we begin to realise that shepherding is something that the Church as a whole does, and not just the clergy, because it’s the Church – not the priest – it’s the Church that is the body of Christ.  It’s the Church as a whole which cares both for its own members and for the people around them, the people who, for whatever reason, “do not belong to this fold”, but who are equally loved by God.

Now, if there is one thing about this congregation that has impressed me tremendously in the short time I have been in Genoa, it is the way in which its members care for one another, the way in which, to use an American expression, they have one another’s back.  Your life together reflects the image in that mosaic.  It cuts across boundaries of race and culture and age.  It’s brilliant.  So please don’t stop doing it just because you have an ordained “pastore”.

And that brings me the second reason why I worry when ordained ministers are seen as the only “real” pastors, the only shepherds.  It devalues and deskills those who aren’t ordained.  And it can corrupt the clergy.  In recent weeks I have been following the horrid tale of abuse in the Church of England.  Those who committed the abuse, and those who went along with them, seem to have felt that they belonged to an elite, so that abusers imagined that they could do what they liked, that they could get away with anything.  They had lost any sense that they and those they abused belonged to the same flock, Christ’s flock.  They behaved like those hired hands about whom Jesus was so scathing.  And they have shamed the Church.

They have been bad shepherds.  But Jesus is the Good Shepherd.  That’s an expression which calls to mind a beautiful picture – like the one above the altar.  However, it has been pointed out that, while Jesus the good shepherd is often portrayed in a rather cuddly, misty-eyed, romantic way with the safety of the sheep centre stage, actually being a shepherd in first-century Palestine was a pretty dangerous occupation, so that being quietly with the flock, like Jesus in our mosaic, was not always possible. That is why Jesus’s words, which began with a focus on the safety and protection of the sheep, suddenly shift their focus to danger to the shepherd.

You probably saw the news reports last month about the Gendarme officer who offered himself in exchange for one of the hostages being held by a terrorist gunman in a supermarket in a quiet country town in South-West France and who was fatally wounded by the gunman as the siege ended.  You may not have realised that he was a committed Christian. Colonel Arnaud Beltrame laid his life on the line for the safety of others.  He did it knowingly and willingly, though he had, as people say, everything to live for.  He “set the Good Shepherd before him” in a way that enables us to hear this passage from John’s Gospel afresh and that makes real, in our own day, the love of the Good Shepherd for his sheep.  Like Jesus his Lord he laid down his life for others, so that, in Christ, he might take it up again.  Alleluia! Christ is risen.  He is risen indeed.  Alleluia!

Tony Dickinson

Easter 3 (15.4.2018)

“Have you anything to eat here?”  Has it ever struck you what an odd question that is for the risen Christ to ask his disciples?  It makes him sound more like someone who has missed lunch than someone who has been raised by God from the dead.  Mind you, his first words after greeting the disciples are equally matter-of-fact.  “Why are you frightened?”  Why?  We know why. Luke tells us: they thought they were looking at a ghost. That is why Jesus is so keen to reassure them that it really is him; that what they are gazing at is the person they had known, the person who had suffered a cruel death at the hands of the authorities two days before.  Not his spirit.  Not a ghost. “It is I myself.”  The body of the risen Jesus may be different from our body in some respects – not least in its ability to pass through walls and locked doors – but it is definitely not “ghostly”.  Ghosts don’t have flesh and bones. Ghosts can’t be handled and held.

I spent a couple of days in Rome last week at a meeting and reading today’s gospel on the train coming back reminded me of one of the most touching scenes in the great poem about Rome’s beginnings.  That poem tells how the Trojan hero Aeneas goes down to the underworld, the realm of death.  There he meets his recently dead father and tries to embrace him. Three times his arms close around the old man’s form and each time they close on nothing.  Aeneas’ father has become a shadow with no substance.  That is not the case with Jesus.  He is alive, fully alive.  Luke insists on that.  The Jesus who appears to his disciples is not a ghost, not a spirit, not an insubstantial shade.  He has also been on a journey to the realm of death, though not as a visitor like Aeneas. Jesus goes down to the dead because he has died.  But now he is alive and the life in him is life that death can never snuff out, because it is the life of God, the life to which the sacred writings of Israel, the Law of Moses, the prophets and the psalms, all bear witness.

It’s by unfolding how the Hebrew Scriptures bear witness to this that the risen Christ shows those who follow him how to understand their relationship with God – and not just their relationship. The death and resurrection of the Messiah, God’s anointed one, have meaning for all the nations, a message for non-Jews as well as Jews. And all need to hear it.

That message is good news – capital G, capital N.  As the risen Christ tells the disciples, it’s about repentance and forgiveness of sins. Now, we need to be clear what that means. The English word “repentance” translates a Greek word, “metanoia”, which is made up of two parts: “meta”, which has to do with change, and “noia”, which has to do with understanding.  So repentance means “changing how we understand the world”, and in particular changing how we understand God.  It has been wisely said that Jesus did not die to change God’s mind about us but rather to change our mind about God, to help us to understand that God’s love for us is so great that, despite all, we are already forgiven and accepted.  That is the thread that runs through the whole of Scripture. That has got to be good news, hasn’t it?

And it’s there at the heart of this morning’s Gospel reading.  Jesus would have had every reason to be angry with the disciples. They had all abandoned him. Peter had sworn blind that he didn’t know him. Judas had handed him over to those who sought his life. But the very first words Jesus utters when he appears to the disciples are not words of rebuke or reproach.  Instead they offer peace and reassurance.  And the next thing he does is to eat some food in front of them. That seems like such a trivial detail. “They gave him a piece of cooked fish; and he took it and ate it in their presence.” But in first-century Palestine, whose food you shared mattered, as it still does in many parts of the world. It mattered because it showed who your friends were and said a lot about who you were. Jesus was regularly criticised by pious and respectable people for the company he kept. Tax-collectors and prostitutes were not fit company for a religious leader. And Jesus knew that and he didn’t care.  He still doesn’t.  Jesus puts up no barriers to relationship with God.  He shared the food which his shamed disciples gave him. He shares this meal to which he invites us this morning. He invites us to change the way we look at the world, the way in which we understand God, to realise that our follies and failures have already been wiped out by the immensity of God’s love. Then, like the forgiven Peter in our first reading, we can share with others our witness to the joyful news.  Alleluia! Christ is risen.  He is risen indeed. Alleluia!

Tony Dickinson

Easter 2 (8.4.2018)

I think Thomas gets a very raw deal.  “Doubting Thomas”, that’s what people call him.  As if the only thing he had ever done was pour cold water on the enthusiasm of the other disciples when they kept telling him “We have seen the Lord!” But although Thomas doesn’t get more than a name-check from Matthew, Mark and Luke, in John’s Gospel he comes across as a real person, and one of the most faithful of the disciples.  He would, I think, have followed Jesus anywhere.  In fact, the first time we meet him is in the 11th chapter of John’s gospel, when Jesus tells the disciples that their friend Lazarus has died and announces that he is going to Bethany, even though he knows that in Judaea there have been death threats against him.  The other disciples, as you might expect, react rather nervously to this plan – except for Thomas, dear, brave, faithful Thomas, who says “Let us also go, that we may die with him.”  But, instead of them all dying with Jesus, they look on in astonishment as Lazarus, four days dead, is recalled to life.

It’s pretty much the same at the Last Supper.  After they’ve eaten, Jesus warns the disciples that the next few days will be (to put it mildly) a bit difficult, but he promises that everything will be all right in the end.  “I will come,” he says, “… and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also.  And you know the way to the place where I am going.” And, once again it’s Thomas who replies, very bluntly – and bravely – putting his finger on what the others are scared to say: “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”  And again, in reply to what Thomas says, Jesus opens up a whole new world of possibility when he answers, very simply, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.”

So, those first days after Jesus was raised from the dead, the other disciples were fizzing with excitement – they had seen the Lord!  But Thomas hadn’t been there; and being the down-to-earth, level-headed person he was, he wasn’t going to take what they said on trust, however often they repeated it.  He wanted to see what they had seen.  He wanted to experience what they had experienced – and to be sure that it was true.

Now we mustn’t forget that all of them lived in a world in which ghosts and other supernatural beings were part of everyone’s mental furniture.  How was Thomas to know if what the others had seen was really Jesus, or whether it was his ghost, or some malignant spirit trying to trick them for whatever reason into believing that Jesus was alive?   So he lays down some pretty firm conditions.  “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”  That “not”, by the way, is very emphatic. John uses a Greek phrase which in another context we might translate as “No way, José!”

And then it happens.  The following week, all of them were together, including Thomas this time, and Jesus is with them again.  He invites Thomas to do what he had said he wanted to do.  “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side.” And this time it is Thomas whose words mark the giant step forward.  It’s what Thomas says that opens up immense new horizons.  John doesn’t tell us if Thomas did as he had intended.  What John does tell us is that Thomas’s next words were “My Lord and my God!” That is a life-transforming, world-transforming statement. God is revealed in the body of a crucified man – the risen Jesus still bears the wounds the soldiers had inflicted. God, in Jesus, identifies completely with the suffering human beings inflict on one another in this cruel, wounded, broken world – and overcomes it.

So what does that mean for us?  Well, yesterday afternoon I was reading the records of annual meetings for most of the past twenty years, and I’ve been amazed at the Thomases and Thomasinas who have been part of this church down the decades, people who have looked at possible futures for this church, some of them quite dark and hopeless, but have set themselves, like Thomas, to follow Jesus faithfully along the way, trusting that our Lord and our God is with us in the darkness, and that by his wounds he will transform it into his own marvellous light and a blessing for those who have not seen and yet have believed.

Tony Dickinson

Easter Day (1.4.2018)

Do we have any “pesci d’aprile” here this morning?  Anyone been caught out by an “April Fool” trick?  If so, you might be in good company, because what happened to the women in today’s gospel can look like a particularly nasty “April Fool”.  Finishing the job that the men hadn’t had time to complete on Friday afternoon was probably one of those projects that “seemed like a good idea at the time”. But it was more than that.  It was a last labour of love for the friend who had meant so much to them, the friend who had shared so much with them – and whom they had lost so cruelly and violently on Friday.  So, they had done the late-night shopping on Saturday and got themselves out of bed in the dark of a spring Sunday morning.  They had crossed a city in darkness, a city that wouldn’t be wide awake for a while yet.  And here they were, at their destination.  It sounds, from the way Mark tells the story, as if this was the point at which the adrenaline rush wore off.  The two Maries and Salome began to realise the difficulty of the job they had taken on.  They faced for the first time the glaringly obvious question: “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?”

Now, that’s the point at which the whole story moves into another dimension.  It stops being a sad story and becomes that nasty “April Fool”.  Because the stone – “a very big stone”, Mark tells us – the stone has been moved, and the body that two nights ago had been hurriedly laid in the tomb behind it has gone.  But instead of someone shouting “April fool!” the women find a stranger, a “young man dressed in a white robe”, who gives them some startling news and some disturbing instructions.

The startling news is that Jesus – the Jesus they had seen publicly executed the day before yesterday – Jesus is no longer dead.  “He has been raised; he is not here.”  The disturbing instructions follow on from that: “Go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.”

Well, the women take the first part of the message on board.  They go.  “They went out and fled from the tomb.”   But they don’t carry out the second part of the young man’s instruction.  That was altogether too disturbing: “They said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.”

And that’s where Mark leaves it; with probably the strangest ending of any book that has survived from the Ancient Mediterranean world, creating a problem for later generations of Christians, and a minefield for New Testament scholars.   Why are there no accounts of the risen Jesus appearing to his friends, as there are in the other Gospels?  How could Mark end his book so abruptly?  That last sentence, in Mark’s original Greek, is barely proper grammar.

That’s a problem to which people have been trying to find a solution for nearly two thousand years.  Some early Christians found the ending so “unhelpful” that they wrote a number of new ones: maybe a few sentences, rounding the story off in a more upbeat way or, in one case, a whole new paragraph which cobbled together edited highlights from Matthew and Luke and John.  Some later scholars wondered if the last leaf of the original manuscript went missing early on.  Others suggested that Mark was overtaken by illness and never finished writing – or that the Roman authorities caught up with him while he was still writing and carted him off to gaol, leaving an unfinished gospel on his desk, like Dietrich Bonhoeffer seventy-odd years ago, who was arrested by the Nazis while he was working on a book which was published, unfinished, by his friends after his death.

But to see the ending of Mark’s Gospel in those terms is to miss the point.  The ending of Mark’s Gospel isn’t a problem; it’s a challenge – the same challenge with which he faces his readers all the way through.  The resurrection isn’t knock-down proof that Jesus is God.  The resurrection is an invitation to follow. That’s why the women are told to tell the disciples:  “He is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.”  The risen Jesus is returning to the place where it started, the place where his disciples learned their trade, earned their living, raised their families.  They are to follow and find him there.  Galilee is, if you like, the world of “everyday life”.

That is where we are summoned to follow Jesus, at work, at school, in the networks of neighbourhood, family and friendships.  That is where we will find him, where we will experience the reality of resurrection.  Mark doesn’t need to finish his gospel.  In a sense, he can’t.  “The good news of Jesus Christ the Son of God” doesn’t come to an end on the first Easter morning, it continues in the lives of those who have followed Jesus down the centuries.  It continues in our lives today.  That is why this Easter morning we will renew our baptismal promises.  In our baptism we (or our parents) have staked everything on Jesus’s promise that if we follow where he leads, we will see him.  The young man at the tomb repeats that promise.  Do we flee from it in fear, as the women did?   Or do we respond to it with a new commitment to follow the Lord?  If we make that choice we will discover once again the living reality of the Easter proclamation:

Alleluia! Christ is risen!  He is risen indeed.  Alleluia!

Tony Dickinson

Palm Sunday (25.3.2018)

“Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus.”   We hear those words.  We think about them.  We put them in context.  How often, I wonder, do we apply them?  Paul’s letter from which those words come were written to a city which was the home of many Roman citizens, a lot of them solders or ex-soldiers, including the privileged children and grandchildren of men who had fought in the civil wars of the previous century, people whose lives had been spent serving the state which tried and executed Jesus of Nazareth.

“Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus.”   The same mind that was silent before his accusers and before his judge.  The same mind that endured torture, insults and mockery.  The same mind that turned down the offer of easy oblivion in a cup of drugged wine.  The same mind that walked the path to certain death, stripped of clothing and all human dignity.  For some in church this morning that journey into darkness may not be far different from real-life experience.  For others it may sound like an unimaginable nightmare.  For all of us, it’s a reminder that the events which we recall, which we relive, this week are anchored in the reality of human suffering, suffering made worse by the mocking taunts of others, suffering made worst of all by the sense that God has abandoned us.

But the one who is silent, the one who is tortured and mocked, the one who suffers and dies – dies the slaves’ death – he is the Lord, God almighty, God with us.  God with us.  God with those who are trafficked, those who are tortured, those who are exploited or abused, physically or mentally, whoever and wherever they may be.  “Come down from the cross, and we will believe” say his enemies.  But he won’t.  Not until after he has breathed his last.  Not until he is taken down by his sorrowing friends.  Not until he has shown a broken and distracted world the infinite depths of God’s healing love.  “Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus.”

Tony Dickinson

Lent 5 (18.3.2018)

From time to time the Church finds itself following a fad.  One fad that has been very popular in parts of the Church of England is the fashion for every congregation to have a “mission statement”, a short, snappy sound-bite which tells the world what it is about – or, at least, what it thinks it is about.  Usually mission statements are warm, fuzzy phrases like ‘Know, Grow and Go’, ‘Love, Learn and Live’ or ‘Loving people to life’, but a few years ago I came across one with a real “edge” to it.  It’s the mission statement of a congregation in the Diocese of Coventry, in the heart of the English Midlands, and like the statements I quoted just now it’s just four words long: “Follow Jesus and die.”

Nothing warm or fuzzy in that mission statement, is there?  It’s a challenge – and a very sharp one.  I was reminded of it when I read those words of Jesus that we’ve just heard in the gospel.  “Very truly I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.  Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.”  That is tough.  But, as Archdeacon Vickie reminded us at my licensing yesterday, nobody said that the Christian life is supposed to be easy.  And at this time of year there are plenty of reminders of that as we enter the way of the cross.

Yesterday was Saint Patrick’s Day, the day on which we remember a man who was kidnapped by pagan pirates somewhere in western Britain and trafficked into slavery in Ireland.  He escaped from that slavery, returned to his homeland and was ordained as a Christian priest.  He then went back freely to the land where he had been a slave and spent the rest of his life in the struggle to share the good news of Jesus with the people who had enslaved him.  At the Communion on Wednesday we shall remember an English archbishop, put on trial for his life and burned at the stake to satisfy a queen who wanted revenge for the part he had played in her parents’ divorce.  This coming Saturday it will be thirty-eight years since a hitman killed another archbishop, Oscar Romero of San Salvador, shot as he celebrated Mass in a hospital chapel.

Each of those men followed Jesus and two of them died.  But because, in the end, each of them was prepared to give up his life for the sake of the Gospel, each of them “bore much fruit” like the grain that falls into the earth.  They followed Jesus and died, but his life in them lives on. Originally it lived on in those who heard their teaching, or responded to their preaching, or were touched by their example of Christian faith.  And each of those people in turn touched other lives, which touched other lives – down the years, even down the centuries, and across the world, until we arrive at us, here, now, in Genoa.

So now it’s our turn to “follow Jesus and die”, not, I hope, in the sense of being burned at the stake, or shot by an assassin, but in the sense of being prepared to lay our lives on the line for the sake of what we have found in Jesus, to take risks for the truth, the love, the joy, the peace, the hope, the reconciliation that we have found in him.  It’s our turn to be ready to respond to anyone who says to us today, as those Greek-speaking pilgrims in Jerusalem said to Philip, “We wish to see Jesus”.

How would we – how do we – respond to that request?   That’s something to talk about after this service, perhaps.  Where would you take them to show them the Son of Man being glorified?  In lives transformed, I hope; in loving service; in openness to people who are, in whatever way, different.  And in people who know who they are in God’s love, rather than who they are in the “self” they project to the world.  In some ways that is the hardest death: to die to the idea we have about ourselves and the idea we would like others to have about us, the idea that we fight hard to project and protect.  It’s sometimes called the “false ego” or the “false self”.  St Paul called it “the flesh”.   Whatever name we give to it, that is what has to “fall into the earth and die”, so that we can be made alive, fully alive, as we are drawn closer to Jesus, “lifted up from the earth” on the cross.

Tony Dickinson

Lent 4 (Mothering Sunday – 11.3.2018)

There’s an old Egyptian proverb which says “in the eyes of its mother every dung-beetle is a gazelle”.  What that proverb is telling us is that the love of a mother sees only the beauty and the goodness of her offspring.  That isn’t always true. There are mothers who have difficult relationships with their children.  But it is true much more often than not.  Mothers love their children because once those children were part of them, carried for nine months in their womb; and even after the great separation which is childbirth, that closeness remains.  Mothers love their children without strings, without conditions.  They love them simply because they have given them life.

That’s why mothers are often fierce in protecting their children.  Many years ago, when I was a student, I spent part of the summer helping to build a playground in a poor part of Birmingham.  Some of the local children came and “helped” us – but their “help” wasn’t always very helpful, if you see what I mean.  Sometimes the children were just up to mischief – and one little boy was so fond of doing things that were dangerous, to himself and to other people, that in the end a friend of mine had to speak to him quite sternly.  The boy ran off, and we thought we had seen the last of him.  We hadn’t.  Ten minutes later he came back with his mother.  She was about five feet tall, and very Irish, and absolutely furious that one of us had dared to speak sternly to her little boy.  It all got quite heated, but eventually she understood why her son had been told off – and I don’t think she was very pleased with him after that.  But he was still her son, and it was up to her to chastise him, not some posh student. “In the eyes of its mother every dung-beetle is a gazelle”.

Now, our readings this morning show us a love like that, a love without strings, without conditions.  That love is ours simply because it is the love that has given us life.  It’s the love which loves human beings even when we are, as our first reading says, “dead through our sins”.  It’s the love with which, as today’s gospel says, “God loved the world so much”.

Let’s finish that quotation from John’s Gospel: “God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not be lost but may have eternal life.”  Then let’s hear the first part again:  “God loved the world so much”.  God, the creator of everything that there is, billions of galaxies spread across millions of light-years of space, with unimaginable numbers of stars and planets and the life that goes with them, “God” loved the world so much.  Isn’t that amazing?

What is more amazing is that “God loved the world so much.”  God cares about what God has made.  God does not interact with it through power and control.  God interacts with the universe in love, treating the universe as a mother treats the child to which she gave birth.  A wise and holy English woman who lived more than six centuries ago recognised how fragile the universe is, and how much it depends on God’s love – just to continue in being.  But it does, and it will, because, as she saw, “God made it. God loves it. God keeps it.”

All that is made continues to be because “God made it; God loves it; God keeps it.”  But this “it” includes “the world” – and “the world” in St John’s Gospel often behaves very like that little boy in Birmingham nearly fifty years ago.  “God loved the world so much” and sent his Son into “the world”, even though it is the world which is in the hands of those who “hate the light and avoid it”, those who indeed reject the light and who will try to put out the light, and put it out permanently, by lifting up the Son of Man on a criminal’s cross.

And when we recognise that, dear brothers and sisters, we begin to get a glimpse of what the life of Jesus means, what the suffering and death of Jesus means.  As we shall be reminded in two weeks’ time, the worst thing that could happen does happen.  The Son of Man is indeed lifted up, killed by the forces of human fear, and anger, and foolishness, and greed for power.  The worst thing that could happen does happen – and God still loves us.  Through the cross God shows us how much is that “so much” with which God loves the world.

Now, as the letter to Ephesus explains, all of this happens “not by anything of your own, but by a gift from God.”  In the coming of Jesus God has “brought us to life”.  God has shown us hope for the time to come – and I’m aware that for many of us hope is in short supply at present.  That hope is based, firmly, solidly based on what God has done in Jesus, the light who has come into the world, “not to condemn the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.”

Christians often talk as if Jesus came in order to change God’s mind about us.  He didn’t.  Jesus came to change our mind about God, to show us the generosity of God’s mercy.  Jesus came to enable us to become what we already are – and, as the letter to the Ephesians points out, “we are “God’s work of art, created in Christ Jesus to live the good life, as from the beginning God had meant us to live it.”  So, dear brothers and sisters, do not let this time of insecurity turn us aside from the path which the coming of Jesus has lit up for us.  Instead let us follow it, confident in God who never gives up on us, as a mother never gives up on her children, and let us never give up on one another.

Tony Dickinson

2017

Missing Third Christmas – Rev.d Clifford Owen

Unity Sunday Sermon – Rev.d Clifford Owen

2016

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A Message for Mothering Sunday from Revd John

Passion Sunday Address and today’s Baptism

Palm Sunday Address

2014

SERMON ALL SAINTS DAY 2 NOVEMBER 2014

SERMON REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY 9 NOVEMBER 2014

SERMON PARABLE OF THE TALENTS 16 NOVEMBER 2014

SERMON CHRIST THE KING 23 NOVEMBER 2014

SERMON SECOND SUNDAY OF ADVENT 7 DECEMBER 2014

SERMON THIRD SUNDAY OF ADVENT 14 DECEMBER 2014

 SERMON FOURTH SUNDAY OF ADVENT 21 DECEMBER 2014

SERMON CHRISTMAS DAY 25 DECEMBER 2014

SERMON FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS 28 DECEMBER 2014