Showing posts with label dignity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dignity. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 August 2024

Our origin story

 Sunday 7 July, Trinity 6:  Ezekiel 2:1-5, 2 Corinthians 12:2-10, Mark 6:1-13

Is this not...

Margaret the shopkeeper’s daughter?

Gordon the minister’s son?

Is this not...

David the stockbroker’s son?

Theresa the vicar’s daughter?

Keir the toolmaker’s son?

And they took offence at them.

Whatever their background, our politicians face judgement and scrutiny over where they come from. We are interested in their stories of origin, if you like. 

Does it make them trustworthy and relatable or a good role model? Will it shape their policy decisions or inform how they govern?

Rishi Sunak and Keir Starmer from The Evening Standard


At one end of the spectrum, Rishi Sunak was mocked for naming Sky TV as something he had to do without as a child; at the other Angela Rayner faced hostile comments about being a single parent, living in council housing and working in care. 

Some take offence at them; others find inspiration.

Our own origin stories shape our attitudes and character; our priorities and commitments. Being a plumber’s daughter has perhaps shaped my vicar-ing more than anything else - watching my dad deal with emergencies, irregular hours, chatting over a cuppa, knowing his patch and having a pint in the pub. 

Perhaps you’ve been told: remember who you are and where you come from. Do we hear it with a sense of pride and dignity or as a put down that keeps us in our place. 

In today’s gospel reading, Jesus goes home. He’d got a reputation: calming storms, healing the sick, telling stories, earning the trust of those who followed him. 

Now it’s his friends and neighbours who hear him teach. They are amazed by his wisdom. Astounded by what he says, by what he does. He’s got authority. He’s the local lad made good. 

But that doesn’t last long. 

They take umbrage. They know whose son he is. They know his trade. Aren’t his siblings still around. Who the heck does he think he is?

They take offence at him. 

And that suspicion became a limiting factor: a lack of trust sucked out the oxygen of hope. Most of them were unable to see beyond the familiar; didn’t think God could transform lives through a person they knew. There were some though who took that imaginative leap - whose curiosity and embrace brought healing.

There were a few people who allowed Mary’s son to be seen: to see the fullness of God’s love in his wisdom and authority. A love that allowed them to be fully themselves - not defined by upbringing or status, background or age. 

If we can grow beyond the stories people tell about us - the burdensome assumptions or shortcuts - then we can dare to offer that same space and encouragement to others; nurturing them so that their roots and rootedness can lead to flourishing and fruitfulness. To untangle the stories we tell about ourselves and others demands patience, kindness and wisdom. 

The late evangelist and writer Rachel Held Evans describes this as spiritual maturity - a habit of ‘sorting fact from fiction (or, more precisely, truth from untruth), and embracing those stories that move us toward wholeness while rejecting or reinterpreting those that do harm.’

It takes humility. It might hurt. It does heal. 

God chooses to dwell with us as Mary’s son. His origin story is well known - scandalous, humble, puzzling, familiar. The one who speaks of love, compassion, justice and hospitality; who casts our fears and reassures doubts. The one who leads us more deeply into truth; who enlarges our hearts and extends our horizons so that we too can serve others, rekindle hope and bring compassion a little closer. 

In a sense, the refrain ‘remember who you are and where you come from’ becomes a more powerful origin story than we can dare imagine. Remember we are God’s children - bearing God’s likeness in the frailty of our bodies; bearing God’s love in our hearts. 

We can’t outgrow that story or leave it behind. But too often the world with its dazzling prizes and competition for resources reduces us to the pull of selfish desires or market forces. 

In response, God loves us and loves us to the end. Jesus may have been rejected by some who knew him too well, but that does not stop him extending that circle of invitation and blessing. 

He does that by instructing others to share that work with him. He sends the disciples out in pairs - with simplicity, trusting in God and in the kindness of strangers. They are to accept what they need rather than seeking personal gain; staying where they’re made welcome, moving on if not. They are to follow Jesus and trust his authority. 

Jesus had spoken in parables about God’s word being like seed - scattered with generosity, germinating and taking root unseen, but bringing forth a harvest or making space to shelter others in hospitality. The message they share points to Jesus but also to a new way of life; to the reign of God with justice and compassion, creativity and peace. Hope and change flows from this spirit of repentance - turning or returning to God’s ways.

Strangers become friends on this journey. Following in the way of Jesus, the disciples take on the responsibility of authority. But it is authority that does not coerce or oppress Rather it is authority exercised as the fellow traveller, the guest, the servant of others; the one committed to the well-being of the other; the one gesturing towards healing, wholeness and hope. 

Such a pattern or practice is in stark contrast to the ways in which authority can be misused, exploited or abused. The church - both in our institutional life and in the life of individuals - is not immune from that. Our commitment to safeguarding helps us become a safer church - aware of our own biases, noticing things which may cause concern, being responsible and accountable.

When he writes to the church in Corinth, Paul distinguishes between true and false claims to authority. Just as the disciples relied on the authority of Jesus, so Paul reminds his hearers authority flows from God, whose love is made perfect in human weakness in Jesus and the ongoing work of the Spirit. 

Such authority within the church has one purpose: building one another up, so that we can grow together into the full maturity of being human in Jesus. He mentions his own challenges to emphasise that it is God who is the source of strength and comfort in all that we experience. Within the limits of our humanity we can know grace to strengthen us in our service, to inspire us with compassion and creativity and to give us courage in the challenges we face.

Ezekiel too needed courage as he prepares to speak the word of the Lord to a stubborn and rebellious people. He moves them towards a vision of hope and restoration - encouraging them to reorder their lives according to God’s ways of justice, mercy and peace. Sometimes hope flows from the kind of tough love that Ezekiel expressed. 

A change of government always brings with it change: of language, ministers, policies, supported by our civil servants. We pray for all those in public office - that service may indeed bring hope as our new PM puts it. We are to untangle the stories we hear so that truth might also build trust, as the political editor, the late Charles Reiss, put it.

But we also rest on the assurance that we do remember where we come from - those in this church and in our wider community. We are children of God, yet we sometimes find ourselves in exile from the kind of social life God desires for us. May our repentance, our turning to God in Jesus, enable us to seek the welfare of our city. 

© Julie Gittoes 2024

Saturday, 27 August 2022

Hold fast to dreams - raise one another up

 Sunday 21 August: Isaiah 58: 9b-14, Hebrews 12: 18-29 and Luke 13: 10:17

Jesus and the Bent Over Woman
by Barbara Schwarz OP. 2014


Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.


Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.


Words from the poet Langston Hughes:


Perhaps it’s something that poets and prophets have in common: they hold fast to dreams. Perhaps, that’s even more important when the land around us is parched, when sewage gushes into seas and humanity is thirsty. 


They hold fast when we want to see longings of our hearts quenched; they dream when we want to see neighbours unburdened, relationships repaired and our city built up. 


Now we need the poets and prophets; to hold the dreams and not let them die or go. 


We need to learn from them in our dreaming: straining against broken wings and barren fields and frozen hearts so that life, like a bird might fly.


Hold fast to dreams.


Hughes was twentieth-century black American poet who was described has having an ‘anonymous unity with his people’. Avoiding both sentimentality and stereotypes he attends to stories of joy and hardship, money and relationships, work and seeking work.


He wanted to hold fast to a dream: that humanity in all its diversity longed for security. The violation of those things offended his conviction that humanity is possessed of the divinity of God. Yet he hoped - he held fast to a dream - that the world and her people could understand each other. 


Isaiah too is holding fast to a dream. It’s a dream of the establishment of peace and security; of social life flourishing across generations. This is God’s dream.


There’s a poetic rhythm to our translation of the Hebrew: rebuild, raise up and repair. 


Holding fast to a dream speaks to places, people and responsibility: rebuilding the places where people live; raising people up and providing a foundation across generations; repairing the breach, those things which have come under strain, through the work of reconciliation. 


Hold fast to this dream is rooted in the sabbath principal: a revolutionary habit of work balanced by rest and liberation. Isaiah words demand that we refrain from self-interest.


Instead, delight is to be found in removing burdens from others: the yokes that are carried are removed by the provision of food and the satisfying of needs.


We might paraphrase Isaiah as a dream of freedom from all that diminishes human life and access to those things which allow everyone to flourish. 


This is God’s dream for human beings - relationships of support not exploitation; it’s God’s dream for the world - waters refreshing the parched places. 


Then there will be light in darkness.


The Word of God is that light - a light that stoops down into darkness in Jesus.


In the exchange we hear in today’s Gospel, dreams are held fast and made real.


Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.


We know very little about the woman who comes to the synagogue: but imagine for a moment walking in her steps.


Bent over and moving forward, yet seeing only a very little way ahead. 


A world of feet moving around her but without eye contact.


Feeling the heat of the day and cool of the night but not seeing the sun set or moon rise.  The mental and physical labour of each moment; and the isolation of not being seen; of going unnoticed. 


Yet she goes to synagogue; and today a teacher notices her. Jesus breaks off his words and sees her, addresses her; and sets her free. 


His touch relieves the yoke; her body moves in a new way; her perspective shifts; her lips sing God’s praise.


She stood up straight: released from her burdens.


The light breaks in at that moment. The crushed spirit, the hurting body, the lonely soul are met with compassion and restored to community.  The dream of God’s Kingdom breaks in; life is no longer a broken winged bird that cannot fly.


There will be times in our lives when we feel that the yoke of our circumstances weigh us down: financial pressures, grief, loss of agency, illness or injury, isolation.  


May this worshipping community to be palace where we are noticed, beloved, invited, set free.


All of us will know or encounter those who are exhausted, weighed down, marginalised: because of age or ethnicity or sexuality or gender; because of fears about the cost of living, finding a job, passing exams or mental health. 


May this place - and our way of relating day by day - give encouragement, release and dignity. 


God we hold fast to dreams. To God’s dream - a dream that goes beyond a collection of self-interests to the flourishing as humanity as one community, one family. God won’t accomplish it without us; we can’t accomplish it by ourselves. With God we can - and each of us, individually and together, have a part to play in the healing of the world; of setting others free.


That means living some space for God to surprise us. Luke tells us that the leader of the synagogue protested because Jesus stopped teaching, noticed the woman and acted with compassion; he rightly wanted to honour the sabbath, holding the commandments of faith and love. But perhaps like him, we sometimes hold on to what we know and do, that we miss the moment dream becomes reality.


Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.


In Hebrews we’re invited to hold those two things together: our worship and God’s kingdom. In doing so, we honour the hope of sabbath rest and freedom. 


The writer of Hebrews sets out the destination: an unshakeable kingdom. They also plot the the journey thought images that offer security of people and place: a holy mountain, a vibrant city, a diverse gathering and assembling before God. 


Like the woman, we are children of a compassionate God. To be human is to be worthy of love and dignity. 


As we receive the gift and nourishment of the sacrament; as we are touched by words of forgiveness and blessing, may we find ourselves standing upright, set free to praise God. 


As we worship in reverence and awe, may we hold fast to the dream expressed by prophets and poets; the dream of restoration that Jesus brings. May the Spirit move us, equip us, inspire us to restore others to community; to notice those who’re weighed down to respond with compassion. 


In a fearful world, a world where many are denied dignity: hold fast to dreams, heal broken wings, quench parched fields, raise one another up.  Amen.


© Julie Gittoes 2022