Showing posts with label John's Gospel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John's Gospel. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 July 2018

Receiving life in our fragile bodies

This is a sermon preached at the Cathedral on Sunday 29 July. The texts were 2 Kings 4:42-44, Ephesians 3:14-21 and John 6:1-21. 

The two things which underpinned it's inspiration: the headlines about stockpiling food; a poem by Malcolm Guite called "Love's Choice". Particularly the line about the lightness of bread 'a wafer-thin sensation'; yet in this sensation we encounter the fullness of Christ. 

I was also struck by a comment made on Twitter by Dr Ayla Lepine about a painting by Eularia Clarke called "The Five Thousand", she described it as 'holiness in the everyday everywhere". 

John's Gospel tells of an episode which is more than simply a miraculous feeding - and we hear it in a context where there is ongoing anxiety about our ability to feed our nation. 


Aunty Credwyn’s afternoon tea is one of the legendary memories of my childhood: the table seemed to heave under the weight of cakes and sandwiches. Plates were emptied and replenished; our eyes boggled at the plenty. 

Elijah’s words could have been her motto: They shall eat and have some left.

If you were to venture Credwyn’s larder, you’d have found an abundance of a different sort: boxes and boxes of washing powder, bags and bags of flour, tins and tins of fruit.

Her capacity for hospitality may well have been shaped by the experience of wartime rationing.

It seems inconceivable that today we read newspaper headlines such as “Hoarding food now seems the only sensible thing to do”.



The Swedish government has issued advice to households on how to cope in situations of ‘major strain’; when services are disrupted by crises from a cyber attack to terrorism. The leaflet suggested stocking up on non-perishables.

Jean Vanier, in his commentary on John’s Gospel, writes: We human beings do not possess life; we receive life in our fragile bodies.

We receive life via a food supply chain reliant on imports and structured on a system of “just in time” deliveries.  All of us depend on physical nourishment; for some that dependence is more precarious than others. 

Social media responded to Dominic Raab’s assurances about ‘adequate food’ with pictures of Spam; but it was the food writer Jack Monroe who pointed out that mass panic and stockpiling hurts those least able to buy: ‘those living hand to mouth, paycheque to paycheque, food bank trip to food bank trip’.

Today’s readings weave together very real physical concerns with deeper questions about the kind of community God calls us to be.  Jesus himself is concerned for life in our fragile bodies:  Where are we to buy bread for these people to eat?

Those of us who’ve enjoyed the excitement of going along to a festival or carnival, might conjure up a vivid image of a crowd caught up in an event. There’s a momentum all of its own; but at some point people get hungry. 

Jesus notices this: those drawn there by the desire to hear his words and to see signs of healing now needed to be fed. He asks out loud, where are we to by bread?

Philip responds by commenting on the impracticality of the question: they can’t afford enough bread. Andrew’s pragmatism is tinged with a realistic sense of scarcity and inadequacy.

Jesus’ response reveals God’s compassion; his actions are directed to our welfare: sit and eat, he says; rest here a while. He gives thanks and distributes food. Nothing is held back; all are satisfied. Nothing is lost; fragments are gathered up. 

As Vanier reminds us, this is not simply a miracle of multiplying food but also of creating and building a caring community where people are concerned for one another. 

This is a foretaste of heaven in ordinary. The twentieth century painter Eularia Clarke captures this brilliantly in her depiction of the feeding of the 5000: bicycles and handbags are set down, fish and chips are spread out; babies rest in their carrycots, children quench their thirst, adults eat without guarding what is theirs; strangers notice the needs of others, perhaps for the first time. 




In Jesus we see the fullness of God with us. A fullness which loves abundantly in order that we may learn how to live like that too. In Paul’s words of prayer to the Ephesians, we are to be filled with the fullness of God - in order that God’s power at work in us may accomplish more than we dare to ask or imagine. 

This is not a vision of competition or rivalry; it’s not life ordered by self-protection or lack. It is an invitation to be liberated from selfishness to become self-giving. Our Gospel reminds us of how costly and challenging it is to live in this way.

The crowds want to claim Jesus as a leader who will satisfy their physical needs for ever; but he wants to lead them into a deeper dependence on God who’ll reshape our attitudes and actions. 

Jesus disappears: he takes his rest and prays. To give out does not mean we must burn out. To be in community with others, we need also to be alone.  To nourish others - emotionally, physically, mentally and intellectually - we need to nourish ourselves. 

This lesson in sustaining life in all its fullness confuses the disciples. Perhaps they had hoped to hold on to the success of this feast; to enjoy the exultation and admiration of the crowd. 

As Jesus goes up the mountain, they walk back down to the lake and wait. They wait until it gets dark. And still he has not returned to them; so they return to Capernum.

Their impatience turns to fear when the storm rises up. Their journey is not merely physical; it is also spiritual. They, like us, long to abide forever on the sun-kissed mountain top where our longings are satisfied; where our fragile bodies are fed; where we know life in its fullness as an equitable harmony, where all is gathered up.

They, like us, return to a world which is fraught with lack, fear and complexity. We face storms which are beyond our control: uncertainty about the future; the fading hopes of our wishful thinking; cycles of anxiety and addiction We do not possess life; we receive it in fragile bodies. Bodies which are dependent on others; bodies which have the capacity to nourish others.

Jesus meets the disciples and us with words of assurance: It is I; do not be afraid

Paul prays that the Ephesians, may know this fearless assurance of Christ might dwelling in them. Today’s collect echoes his supplication: ‘open our hearts to the riches of your grace, that we might bring forth the fruit of the Spirit in love and joy and peace’. 

At this cathedral we long to be open hearted - open to God and open to all. To fulfil that hope, in this Eucharist, we bow our knees before our heavenly Father; we are strengthened in our inner being through his Spirit; Christ dwells in our hearts in faith. Our fragile bodies are spiritually fed. As we take fragments of bread, we are being rooted and grounded in love. We receive in what is wafer thin, the fullness of God.

Here in broken bread and poured out wine, we touch and taste and see what is the breadth and length and height and depth of love. Love that surpasses all knowledge. Love that was manifested in compassion as crowds were fed on a hill side. Love that was manifested in peace as disciples clung to their boat.  

This love is cosmic in scope: it creates, redeems and sustains. This love is inexhaustible and yet known in intimate indwelling of us.  We gather to share this meal with the household of God, for the sake of God’s Kingdom. 


Here God’s love chooses to be emptied into us that we might accomplish more than we can imagine. In a world which is struggling with uncertainty about the future; where fragile bodies need to be fed,  let us pray that we may receive and give life, across all generations and forever: in the food we share, the compassion we show, the support we give. 


© Julie Gittoes 2018



Saturday, 15 April 2017

Spices and linen

The final mediation for Good Friday focuses on Jesus' burial: on Nicodemus and Joseph taking linen and spices and placing Jesus' body in the tomb. The reflection on John's Gospel has been accompanied by John Donne's  La Corona It ends with Graham Sutherland's painting too - an image which is stark and lifeless; light and life-giving.


Spices and Linen
[John 19:38-42]


Moist, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule
Shall (though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly) be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard, or foul,
And life, by this death abled, shall control
Death, whom thy death slew; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death, bring misery,
If in thy little book my name thou enroll,
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas;
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then sins sleep, and deaths soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last, and everlasting day.



1.

And now after these things.

All is finished.

Jesus is dead.

The grain of wheat falls to the ground.

It dies.

Hope and life are yet to be born.


2. 

And a disciple, a secret one faces fear with his own act of compassion.

Joseph of Arimathea was afraid of others: of power and custom.


But he faced power in approaching Pilate.
He embraced the responsibility of custom in seeking permission to bury Jesus.

There was a garden near by. A suitable spot.
He wants to humanise the inhumane.

3.

Permission  is granted.

He comes.

He removes the body.

He bears its weight.

He reaches up and embraces him.

The shadows have lengthened.

Is the world hushed?

The clamour has died away.

Do some watch and wait?

Mockery replaced by witness?

The one who saw has testified to all that has taken place.

He tells the truth.

4.

Joseph is not alone.

Nicodemus comes too. One night he had talked at length - teacher to teacher - about the nature of rebirth in the Spirit. Now we brings spices to a grave.




They bear the weight of Jesus dead body together.
Perhaps they did not know until now what their conviction meant.
Why had they sought him out?
Was it just the authority of his teaching? 
Or something more than that they came to see - at night and in secret?

This is a final act of love.
Walking. Carrying. Tending.
Did they have time to wash and wipe away blood and spittle?

Moving openly now, perhaps. It is finished.

5. 

There in that garden a new tomb.

They laid him there.

It was near by.

It was the day of preparation.

6. 

They had taken the body.

They had wrapped it with spices. 


This takes time. 

They can’t be furtive and hasty: this wrapping in linen demands patience and care.

Final acts demand their own ritual and dignity. 

Are their hearts numbed by pain; the eyes spent of tears.

7.

They are not alone. 

Others are wracked by grief too.

His mother and the beloved disciple; his mother’s sister, the wife of Clopas and Mary Magdalene.

These women who’d stood by: watching, waiting and wounded.

Joseph and Nicodemus bear the weight.

Placing the lifeless body in a tomb.
Death.

Death is real.

Here, today, the love of God descends to its very depths.

Flesh enters this long sleep, yet is not putrified.

We long for sin’s power to break; for death to pass from us too.

8

And in this light we wait. 

With the wounded and the faithful.

An uncertain breaking in of dawn. Perhaps.

In the moment that Christ is laid in a tomb, something is beginning.

Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul.

Salute the last and everlasting day.

This tomb holds one who descends to the depths.
Those who carry his body, shift out of view.
Yet this tomb is straining already: slowly rising. 
Life-less yet life-like.

This is not darkness nor dazzling: this light a setting sun or breaking dawn.
So God loved the world.
He sent his Son.
Not to condemn the world.
But that through him we might be saved.


Graham Sutherland, The Deposition 


Might our tears be washed away; might our darkness lighten? Will we return to a crown of prayer and praise?

The Word was made flesh.
Dwelt among us.
Flogged, mocked and pierced.
Wrapped in linen and spices.
God loved us so much, his Word became flesh.
His Word gave up his breath, and breathed out his spirit.

What do we see as we watch and wait?

Here is Death. Whom his death slew.

An Afterward

Salute the last, and everlasting day,
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne,
Ye whose just tears, or tribulation
Have purely washed, or burnt your drossy clay;
Behold the Highest, parting hence away,
Lightens the dark clouds, which he treads upon,
Nor doth he by ascending, show alone,
But first he, and he first enters the way.
O strong Ram which hast battered heaven for me,
Mild lamb, which with thy blood, hast marked the path;
Bright Torch, which shin'st, that I the way may see,
Oh, with thy own blood quench thy own just wrath.
And if the holy Spirit, my Muse did raise,
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.

© Julie Gittoes 2017

Wood and words

Parts four and five of Good Friday reflections: look at what is before our eyes! 

Wood and Words
[John 19:16-27]

Sonnets from John Donne's series La Corona




With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe,
Joseph turn back; see where your child doth sit,
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,
Which himself on the Doctors did bestow;
The Word but lately could not speake, and loe
It suddenly speaks wonders, whence comes it,
That all which was, and all which should be writ,
A shallow seeming child, should deeply know?
His Godhead was not soul to his manhood,
Nor had time mellow'd him to this ripenesse,
But as for one which hath a long task, 'tis good,
With the Sunne to begin his businesse,
He in His age's morning thus began




By miracles exceeding power of man.



1.

Then Pilate handed him over to be crucified.

They took Jesus - he’s carrying the cross by himself.

He went out.

Handed over.
Taken.
Carrying the wood.

2. 

The one who came to reveal love, peace and abundant life is led out of the city; to face the suffering of hatred, rejection and condemnation; to suffer and to die.

The one admired for his teaching; the one who revealed God’s love in signs.
This one had brought new life; he’d restored our vision; he’d abided with us.
This one is now ridiculed for failure; publicly bearing the weight of shame and humiliation. 

He walks this way to Golgotha. To the place of the skull. To a place of desolation. 




3. 

He takes up the weight of the wood.

He walks alone. 

He walks through crowds: those who’d cried hosanna or crucify; those who weep or howl; those who’re attracted to a cruel spectacle; those who are helpless now to stop this.

He walks through the places in our world where people are dehumanised and abused; condemned and killed. 

What we see as he shoulders the weight of the wood is the weight of suffering; he shoulders the lost dignity for perpetrator and victim.

Behold the wood on which the saviour of the world was hung.
Behold its weight which would break down barriers.
Behold the wood by which God reconciled all things to himself; reconciling us to each other.
Behold the weight of witnessing to the depth of love and truth. 


4.

Golgotha: this place stands at the heart of human history. 
Here the Son of Man is lifted up: this is the moment when all things are drawn to the love of God.

And he is raised up alongside two others. We know not their crimes or convictions; their stories of loss, injustice, intent or desperation. This is the depths of human desperation and despair. Are we looking at the end?

All humanity is here: the guilty and condemned; those doing their jobs; the gamblers, the curious and the passers by; the family and those who mock.

The horror of human cruelty is a swirl of darkness: unimaginable yet all too visible.
The light that shines in this final hour is embodied in the one who gives his life freely. 



5.

Pilate is challenged about the words he uses. They are intentional.

Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.

We know not how much he understood; did he know himself to be held in the gaze of a heavenly king?

Whatever the limits of his earthly power, he refused to give in, to deny who he thought this man was.

In Hebrew, Latin and Greek: this inscription proclaims a truth to all the world.




Pilate colluded with fear yet in his own way uses the limits of his power to make a prophetic power declaration of love.

Do we kneel before this king? 

The source of truth and love at the moment of self-giving, at this moment of glory which judges the world of condemnation?

6.

Humiliation continues.

At the foot of the cross, this unlikely wooden throne, they are busily casting lots and dividing garments.

They are preoccupied with their own desire to gain in the face of loss: all that we have and acquire we will lose, yet we can at least bequeath things to others; here is the loss of dignity and dispossession; naked and humiliated. 

The Word is laid bare: and this Word speaks of being with us at the limits of human endurance, indifference and cruelty.

7.

Yet there is another moment if we dare to lift our eyes.

A moment of a son speaking to those he cherishes.

A moment when the truth and love our kinship is also laid bare: the tenderness of concern for our intimate acquaintances. The one who’d given birth to him and nursed him at her breast stands alongside the beloved disciples.  He was the one who at the last supper reclined next to Jesus in an intimate bond of love echoing the abiding of the Word with the Father. 

Yes this is an act of practical care - formation of a new household; sharing all that we have and all that we are.





The eloquence of the silent word turns again to speech. He can make not physical gesture, save perhaps to look on those he loved. 

In this moment of entrusting  disciple and mother  we see not finality but unity.

Oneness of Father, Son and Spirit is reflected in the oneness of a household; Mary and John reflect a new bond of love. The momentum of self-giving is extended and our vision of kinship is expanded - the giving of life to mother and friend, to share in love and communion. 

8.

With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe. 
The Word has spoken: in eloquent silence with confronts power and invites self-reflection.
The Word has spoken: in words of compassion which draw others into his self-giving love.
He exceeds the power of man: he knows our woes and weakness deeply.

He bears all this: in wood and words.



Hyssop and Spear


1.

Jesus knew that all was now finished: I am thirsty, he said.

Thirst: perhaps the most fundamental human need is for water. The physical sensation of being ‘parched’, dried up and running out of strength and energy.

In this heat; in this pain; the agony and isolation is intense.

He has entrusted those whom he loved into mutual care: their consolation is a lens onto this devastating physical suffering.

Dignity, capacity, autonomy, vitality and companionship: all the things we cherish have evaporated.

In thirst and anguish, life ebbs away.

2. 

His cry is heard.

There’s a jar of sour wine: a hint of humanity by those who pass by, those who’ve seen this scene oh so may times before; those who mock. 

Sour wine to quench thirst with bitterness: a touch that humanises or a means of extending this agony?




3. 

A branch of hyssop is dipped in it. 
It’s an herbaceous plant with antiseptic properties; a sign of medicine or balm in distress.
It’s woody stem and straight branches; it’s dark green leaves and fragrant flowers.
Here in human hands creation speaks of healing.

4.

And they soak the sponge: they raise it up to his mouth.

An act of compassion.

He receives it.

The crowd is silent: no taunts that the one who saved others is unable to save himself.

Hyssop and wine.
Received on parched lips.
And then he spoke.

5. 

And then he spoke: It is finished.
He bowed his head.
He gave up his Spirit.

Finished. Fulfilled. Accomplished. 

Words we associate with success; with completion; with our human achievement.

Here is sounds final. 

And yet, maybe,  a new work is begun.

This breathing out is a giving up of his spirit.

But this last act, Jesus breathing out… does it foreshadow his breathing out of Spirit?

He gave up his spirit.
He will give the Sprit.

Breath. Ruach. Life. Pneuma. Spirit.

6.

Human activity does not cease at this moment of finality or of breathing out.

We are taken back to the practicality: what is seemly on the day of preparation?
Humiliated and degraded bodies, stretched out and agonised are not to be left on the cross. Not on the day of solemnity. 

Pilate from his position of power understands this custom. He asks that the legs of the condemned men be broken.  Already exhausted and in excruciating pain, to hasten death by asphyxiation is brutal. 



When the come to Jesus he is already dead. They pierce his side with a spear.

Cold metal pierces flesh.

Blood and water flow.

What do we see?

They will look on the one they have pierced. And so do we.

7. 

We look on as water and blood flow. As love and life pour out.

It may seem too soon as we stand and gaze: and yet life is being transmitted to us.

This self-giving becomes of us a sign of rebirth: healing, cleansing, forgiving.

At this very point of finality - when cruelty has cried its last - there is a glimpse of something else.

Water a sign of spiritual thirst being quenched, perhaps?
Blood a sign of reconciling love, may be?

Dare we hope that in the midst of pain, the blood of Jesus, which will become a source of life?

Grain of wheat dies to bear much fruit: grapes crushed to produce wine.

The Word made flesh confronting hate, violence and all that separates us from God and each other.
The Word made flesh bears the weight of this sin and cries out, empties himself. For love.

He’d given us a sign of this: brokenness and healing; bread and wine. 

8.

On the night that we was betrayed; at supper with his friends.
He took, blessed, broke and gave.



This is my body - and we gaze on him who was pierced.

Blood and water; bread and wine: given for heath and healing and reconciliation. 

Our wounded hearts find her compassion and hope.

Our dry souls cry out for one drop of his blood.

What do we see before our eyes?

Our Saviour bears the weight of ambitious hate and the weakness of our will; he bears the times our compassion turns blind and cruel.

Condemned he bears the cross: lifted up he draws us to him.
The infinity of God’s love and life; held in this brief span; poured out.
This exceeds the power of sinful humanity.



© Julie Gittoes 2017