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Saturday, 20 July 2024

What was that wilderness like?

 1st Sunday of Lent - 18 February 2024: Genesis 9:8-17, 1 Peter 3:18-end and Mark 1:9-15


The British Caribbean poet Malika Brooker writes:

I know you were weary those forty

days

in the wilderness. What was that 

wilderness like - 

Dry dust, and swirling wind, no colour…


In today’s gospel, Mark leaves us with precisely that question: what was it like?


The brevity of his account means we have to imagine the temptations of flesh and mind; tugging at the identity of God’s beloved Son.  



'Christ in the Wilderness', 1898, by Briton Riviere

Brooker’s word play paints an image of a heart beating fast against a ribcage, of a dry throat swallowing saliva and the way the stomach  contracts with hunger. All this as day stretched like a bending river / day stretched and curled like a meandering river. 


The wilderness has an undertow dragging at the weary one; skin and soul fragile and exposed. Yet, Jesus stood firm in the dry dust. 


River and dust.


Mark places Jesus at a meandering river: plunged into flowing waters in solidarity with us. He comes up and the heavens are torn apart as the Spirit descends with the stirring air. 


God’s Son. Beloved. 


Mark places Jesus in the dry dust: that same Spirit drives God’s beloved Son into the wilderness. Time stretches for 40 days - temptations faced in the wildness of creation and the hope of grace. 


The beloved. 


The artist Stanley Spencer leans into the wildness of the wilderness and creaturely companionship. He finds himself drawn to this brief episode in Jesus’ life saying: I felt because you have not anything much in the actual life in the wilderness except temptation, that one has an excuse for imagining what his life might have been like. 


Spencer gives us colour absent in Brooker’s poem: an earthy series full of rocks and trees and wild beasts. The foxes and eagles, scorpions and a hen with her brood; fingers reaching out to daisies, knees planted in craters, hands extending to heaven. His Christ in the wilderness holds the covenant with all living creatures as Noah was promised. 


There is tenderness as well as weariness here: Christ abides in the wilderness - draws near to every living creature - and attends to God. 


In Christ, God beholds creation - a holy visitation.

He is alone - yet with us.

In the wilderness - wrestling with the ‘what ifs’.

He attends to his heavenly father - in solitude, stretching before him.

In the midst of creation - holding its violence and vulnerability.


The Spirit reveals who Jesus is and the Spirit drives him into the wilderness: from refreshing water to parched land.


Mark’s brevity shows us something of what it is to be human - but also reveals God’s solidarity with us in Jesus.


We are made aware that we are God’s beloved; but that goes hand in hand with the reality of our frailty, the ways we’re stretched and challenged, tested and tempted. The wilderness is for Jesus a time of preparation for his public ministry - but also a foreshadowing of what he accomplishes as in him God reconciles the world to Godself.


It is in him that we see love which is full of compassion and devoid of selfishness or pride; in him we see that hope can emerge from the wilderness, that we are not crushed by it. 


We hold together the truth that we are beloved - loved dust with the breath of God in us - and the fact that we are vulnerable - able to wound others and be wounded by them.  And yet, Jesus not only speaks but also embodies good news for us.  


He invites us to repent, to let go of hurts, regrets and burdens; he invites us to place our trust in the strength of love which goes to the depths; he invites us to notice the nearness of God, breath by breath.


Oftentimes we face our own unchosen wilderness: the tricky colleague, the relationship that ends,  the ways loneliness or anxiety breaks in, the disruption of illness, the waves of grief, the unbidden pressures of life which feel parched, rugged or barren. 


We cannot dodge the discomfort, uncertainty or loss. We wrestle with it.  


In his baptism, Jesus understands who he is: the beloved, the fullness of God in human flesh. It is in the wilderness that it becomes clear how that power of love will be made known - in weakness and sacrifice, not coercion and manipulation. 


For us, our struggles in the wilderness prompt us to explore who we are - and whose we are. 


There is much in the world that seeks to define us by external markers of status - from gender, work, age, gender, sexuality or class. Likewise there is much that tempts us to find ourselves in our image - the brands we consume which consume us, the influence we have and how influences us. The transience of trends and the temptations of tribes that other others. 


The gospel reveals that only God can name us - as beloved, called by name in baptism. Our identity and our belonging is held in that - and we hold onto that promise in times of waiting and wilderness. When we waver, perhaps others hold that assurance for us: reminding us of who we are as we hear echoes of beloved in uncomfortable times. 


For we too rely on angels to minister to us - offering comfort and truth, help and rest, solace and strength. Perhaps Jesus found grace in cooling breezes, fresh water, the company of creatures and the shade of rocks or trees in his wilderness. 


For us too, perhaps divine grace is found in birdsong and domestic animals as well as in the human companionship of those who hold us and remind us that we are beloved. 


But as Peter reminds us, that grace is known in the one who suffers with us and for us; who lives with us and for us. 


As the poet Brooker puts it: Since those days we fast in our thirst / for salvation, / long forgotten, the bloodied scar on his / nailed palm. 


The one who was put to death is alive in the spirit - and our baptism lays claim on that hope of resurrection life through him. 


Our world includes wilderness; even then God’s impulse is to bring life out of death. 



© Julie Gittoes 2024

Friday, 13 March 2020

Temptation and freedom

A Sermon preached on the first Sunday of Lent. The texts were: Genesis 2:15-17, 3:1-7, Romans 5:12-19 and Matthew 4:1-11



Dan Price is the boss of card payment company in Seattle. He’s the boss who took a $1million pay cut to put  himself, and all 120 of his staff, on a $70,000 minimum salary.

In a piece for the BBC he reveals the trigger for such a policy: when a friend revealed how she was struggling to pay rent and bills whilst working 50 hours a week in two jobs, he saw the human face of financial and social inequality. 

Price is the same age as Mark Zuckerberg, the founder and CEO of Facebook; but he’s no longer living out the lifestyle clichés of a tech millionaire.  He confides that on some days, he has dark moments, when he wants to be just as rich as Zuckerberg, to compete with him; to be on the Forbes list, have his face on the cover of Time magazine and make lots of money. 

He says, ‘All these greedy things are tempting. It’s not like it's easy to turn down. But my life is so much better’.The health, productivity, morale and stability of his staff have also improved.  As Price puts it, ‘We saw, every day, the effects of giving somebody freedom.’

The twin poles of temptation and freedom are at the very heart of our human experience.

We are created in and for freedom.

That gift of God to us is fraught with risk and possibility. 

It makes every act of generosity and love, creativity and kindness of great value; because those actions and attitudes spring from a freedom not compulsion.

We are created in and for freedom.

The way in which we inhabit and exercise that gift is fraught with temptation.

It means we are susceptible to the desire to possess and consume; exploit and manipulate.

Freedom means that we are not puppets or robots, controlled or programmed by God.

Freedom means that we are curious, longing for knowledge and life; testing the ‘what ifs’, the shortcuts and ambitions.

We’re tempted: attracted to go beyond limits; to find ourselves out of our depth and fearful.

That is the story that Genesis seeks to capture: it invites to inhabit its images and metaphors and find therein a recognisable truth.

The ubiquitous apple; an apple with a bite taken from it. 



The apple is good and pleasing to the eye; surely to take it and touch it would cause no harm? And if no harm was caused, if no death occurred, why not eat for the sake of wisdom and knowledge; for a fully awareness of what is good and evil?

The man and the woman share in this first act of trespass. They assume their independence from God; it’s an act of separation which means their relationship to one another is impaired. Shame and suspicion creep in; they cannot look upon each other in the same way.

In succumbing to temptation, their freedom is for the other is distorted. 

Freedom becomes bondage; a limitation on our capacity to do good. We are bound to sin. 

Bound to those the things that glitter and attract, the wealth and status rejected by one tech entrepreneur; to the darker compulsions to violence, which we have seen bubble up in our own parish.

As our litany on Ash Wednesday reminded us, our lives are laid open before God: our pride and impatience; our self-indulgence and hypocrisy; our negligence and laziness; our envy and indifference. 

And yet, we are rescued from the chaos of sin and separation; from our misdirected desires.

We are rescued by the same means as which we were created: by overflowing love of God.

In Jesus Christ, God is with us: as Paul puts it, through him, all know the grace of God. Through his obedience we are justified, or restored to right relationship with God and each other.  We pray that through the ongoing work of the Spirit in our lives and in our world, that that grace will be a sign of hope; a bond of peace and the source of all virtue.

Resisting temptation and setting people free is not a one-off act for us: it is a response to God’s love moment by moment; and often we will fail through our own negligence or will.

Our hope remains in Christ. 

In our Gospel reading today, we see him facing temptations which urge him to act from a position of power and privilege: to meet his own needs; to be protected from the vulnerability of his humanity; to rule the kingdoms of the world by domination.

Jesus is tempted to one thing: but in his refusal, his redemptive act liberates us for life in all its fullness. This work is of freedom is through the costly path of service, suffering and death.

For the people of Israel, the years in the wilderness had been a time of testing, but also of divine guidance; aligning their wills and lives with the love of God. We see God’s loving care in the provision of manna; but we also see it in the revelation of the commandments; the framing of community life by love, and a naming of those things which do harm including lies, theft, adultery and dishonouring others.

Jesus faces three temptations or challenges about the use of his power; which take us to the essence of who he is as God’s son.


Christ in the Wilderness -  Briton Riviere

He’s invited to turn stones into bread; to provide a lavish supply of food.

Satisfy your hunger, says the tempter: no, says Jesus, for we are sustained not by bread alone. No, I will not love the world simply by satiating physical desires; by refusing to go deeper into human longings; by colluding with greed.  Love that gets to the heart of our needs and hopes, that is real.

Jesus has no need to prove himself or satisfy is physical needs here: he remains faithful to God and uses his ministry to not only feed others, but to challenge others to a radical life of hospitality and generous service. 

He’s invited to take the risk of demonstrating his power and identity in a sensational act of bravado.

No, says Jesus, I won’t perform a stunt. He  won't take a short cut to cultivate human regard or a fleeting celebrity. I won't put God to the test in that way; I won’t take advantage of that love. Instead, I will take up the cross. I will will walk with humanity in the way of sorrow. 

God’s love doesn't change human hearts by performing dramatic feats of reckless showmanship. Such love is superficial and fleeting: it doesn't forgive or heal; it doesn't challenge or embrace.

He’s invited to accept the splendour and power of earthly kings, to rule over rather than be with.

Jesus has no need to seize glory and authority in that way. It is not God's way of loving. Resorting to domination on someone else's terms is not real love.  Love that coerces and bullies a response isn't real.   

Attention to God in worship is the beginning of love; serving others by attending to their needs, that's real love.  This is love that walks the way of grief and exclusion; transforming it into joy and welcome.

It is through this love that the eating of an apple becomes a happy fault; the means by which God’s love stoops down to us to raise us up.  We are no longer condemned and death has no more dominion

Here in bread and wine we are offered the food that gives life: which sets before us the cost of love and the gift of freedom. May we embrace that not just for our own sake; but for the sake of our world. 

May we too make those costly and ordinary acts of love; standing against powers of darkness and bringing light: let us pray.

© Julie Gittoes 2020

Sunday, 3 March 2019

Living radiance

A sermon preached at the Cathedral Eucharist on the Sunday before Lent - a Sunday when we reflect on the transfiguration, radiance in the midst of darkness.  We're given a glimpse of the radiance of God's glory in Christ Jesus; we're called to live out that radiance in the power of the Spirit. Such living radiance is treasure in earthen vessels; it is courageous and vulnerable. The readings were Exodus 34: 29-35; 2 Corinthians 3:12-4:2; Luke 9: 28-36

Last Saturday, Olivia Colman - star of Rev, Peep Show and Broadchurch - won an Oscar for her role  in The Favourite.



Beyond Colman’s tears, laughter and raspberry blowing; beyond the dazzling radiance of the red carpet, it has been a difficult few years for the Oscars.  Its reputation has been knocked by campaigns such as #MeToo and #OscarsTooWhite.  Viewing figures are declining; there are commercial pressures from Netflix; and our cinematic tastes are becoming more independent, international and diverse. 

But film itself remains compelling.

As the distinguished American critic Roger Ebert once wrote [What makes a masterpiece? The Guardian]: ‘We live in a box of space and time. Movies are windows in its walls. The allow us to enter other minds, not simply in the sense of identifying with the characters… but by seeing the world as another person sees it’.

In the collective safety of the cinema, we share something like an out of body experience. Characters engage us emotionally; their stories enlarge our imaginations; prejudices and assumptions are challenged. The unreality of the performance conveys something real.

During this years Oscars, Bradly Cooper and Lady Gaga left their seats - unannounced - to sing “Shallow”, their award-winning duet from A Star is Born. There followed faced days of speculation that they were actually in love. It was so real yet so unreal.

It’s what they do, as one critic put it [Rhik Samadder inThe Guardian]: ‘it’s acting. They are actors, acting at a ceremony that showcases the best acting’. It demands personal connection, technical discipline and an awareness of cameras. 

They embodied a transformative moment as they had done on set, repeatedly.



The intensity of their gaze embody lyrics and character; lyrics which embody the questions about our own human character:

Tell me something, girl / Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more? / Is there something else you're searching for?

Tell me something, boy / Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void?
Or do you need more? / Ain’t it hard keeping it so hardcore?

Those questions aren’t confined to the movies: this modern world, is one of relationships, uncertainty, anxiety and opportunity, and we still ask - what are we searching for?  

We love and grieve; we find ourselves alone, together; trying to fill the void, we form habits and routines; but it’s hard to be self-reliant. Do we need something more?

Today’s Gospel is a quasi-cinematic moment: a window in space and time.

It is a moment of embodied transformation: which reframes all our questions, longings and fears. 

The veil is lifted. We see the dazzling glory of God.

A glimpse of glory to sustain us through the darkness; a glimpse of how things really are.

Here is grace and truth: made flesh.

Here is commandment and prophecy: fulfilled.

Here is love divine, all loves excelling.



Our first reading reminds us that this momentary glimpse of glory is rooted in a longer story. 

Moses is transfigured when he received the Law. Being in the presence of God transforms his appearance; his face shines so brightly that people are afraid. 

Yet the one who spoke with God is called to speak. 

By virtue of the gift of the commandments to love, his hearers are drawn into a new relationship: a covenant of promise and commitment. Personal transformation leads to transformation of a people; this transformed people are called to transform the world. 

Transformation by the light of God, is to radiate outwards as a blessing of love. But human beings tend to seek a less demanding or costly way. 

Our human hearts need to be reminded of love’s implications. Commandment is followed by prophetic challenge to love mercy and to seek the welfare of the most vulnerable. 

The transfiguration of Jesus echoes this earlier glimpse of God’s glory.The presence of Moses and Elijah remind us of the law of love and the prophetic cry for justice.

But this moment of transfiguration is more than a feint echo. It is excessive, abundant and intense. This light is no reflected glory. This light comes from within.

The light which calls all things into being has become flesh of our flesh.
The love that beats at the heart of all things, radiates from a human face. 

This moment of glory is not the end. 

Moses and Elijah are talking about “Jesus’ departure”. This new Exodus, this new act of liberation, will be accomplished in Jerusalem, in his body on the cross. 

This Exodus will be a moment of glory. 

Moses led a people from oppression and slavey to freedom.

Jesus liberates all people from all that wounds and diminishes, from all that controls or exploits. By his suffering, death and resurrection, Jesus breaks the power of sin. Through him, even death itself, that ultimate void, has now more power over us. 

We are recalled to this moment of transfiguration - of seeing Jesus as who is - on the cusp of our journey through Lent. 

Perhaps we can identify with Peter in his desire to hold onto this splendid and radiant vision. Perhaps we share his reluctance to descend to the mundane world; to avoid walking the way of the cross. 

This moment is no less real for being brief.



This is a glimpse of hope to sustain us in times of darkness. 

The echoes of that light and glory are reflected as we break bread and pour out wine.  Paul, when he writes to the Corinthians, speaks a lot about a community formed in this way; through acts of remembrance which shape our future, second by second. 

He speaks of freedom and of a refusal to lose heart. He speaks of being transformed and of letting go of that which is shameful.  He speaks of a ministry which is a living radiance. 

In this modern world, what are we searching for? 

Are we trying to fill a void, or do we need more? 

This Lent, consider what daily habits might be most fruitful for us in response to those questions: may they be things which make us more receptive to God’s love, in prayer and scripture; seeing ourselves in God’s light as penitent, restored and recalled.

May they be habits which make us more open to needs of the other in generosity and service; may we use our freedom to embody God’s radiant love by being courageous in our vulnerability and compassionate before the vulnerability of others.

As we partake of the gifts and hospitality of this table, we see afresh the radiance of God in the face of Jesus. 

Radiance in the wafer thin fragility of what we bless and break, take and eat. 

Radiance in the body of Christ: this is my Son, my Chosen, listen to him.

Radiance as we perceive him; as we are strengthened to suffer with him; as we are changed into his likeness, from glory to glory.

Radiance as we who eat this bread are sent to reflect Christ’s risen life in word and deed; acting with boldness in the power of the Spirit.  Amen.




© Julie Gittoes 2019

Friday, 9 March 2018

Christa: the cross, shock and dignity

This is the text of a Lent Talk given as part of the "Faith through Art" series at Guildford Cathedral. As a result of tech glitches, we started late and had to rely on a black and white copy of Edwina Sandys' "Christa".  This is the approximate text with some additional images and links including Sandys' own site and reflections on "Christa" thirty-years on can be found in an article in the Huffington Post



Alexandre Getsman and Edwina Sandys in front of CHRISTA
Image and interview from New York Social Diary: 18 November, 2011

On her website, Edwina Sandys describes herself as a  'New Yorker by choice and marriage'.  It is perhaps unsurprising that, given her father Duncan Sandys was a Cabinet Minister and that her grandfather was Winston Churchill, she considered standing for Parliament. 

It's even less surprising then that as an artist, her work is very much inspired by political and social themes - including gender. There's a sense of joy and playfulness in her work - whether we are looking at images of flowers or expressions of female embodiment. And in her wit we find wisdom and challenge. 

She is most well known for Christa a bronze sculpture of a female Christ figure on the cross. First shown in 1975 it was displayed in a range of galleries and churches before being installed at the Cathedral of St John the Divine (New York) in 1984. As the first such representation, the work created considerable furore - the inevitable outrange and voices moved by the emotional power of the work.  

What do we see when we look on this image?

Are we shocked or inspired by the suffering, composure and strength?

The human desire to identify with Christ Jesus in his humanity is an enduring and universal concern.

The human desire to explore what it means for God to be with us in the fullness of our humanity is reflected in a multiplicity of images.

We are provoked to look beyond the pale, male, blond, blue eyed Jesus of some western art, to think about a rich spiritual and religious iconography. Every generation and culture seeking to mark that likeness. 



More than that,  as members of Christ’s body, through baptism, we want to make visible our ‘in Christ-ness’ as a community; in all our diversity. Whatever our class, occupation, gender, age, health or ability we seek to find our place within this body - to belong, to be accepted and valued.  Many artists and projects run by St Paul's Cathedral, for example, have created collages or mosaics taking our faces and transforming them - together - into the face of Christ. 



The cross too becomes such a marker of belonging. 

The cross is a ubiquitous symbol. Some make the sign as we proclaim the Gospel or before preaching - reminding us of the love of God before speaking/listening. We mark out or see the sign of the cross as we receive the gift of forgiveness and blessing. It is expression of the embodied reality and cost of God’s love poured out for us in Jesus Christ.

It’s a gesture made by lots of sportsmen and women when they prepare to compete: coming on to the pitch, preparing to leave the blocks, taking a penalty.

It’s an item of jewellery: a sought after fashion accessory; a bold statement of faith in workplace; a cherished birthday gift.

It’s a piece of art: an elaborate design tattooed, perhaps entwined with words of faith or a loved one’s name; or for our Coptic brothers and sisters, received at baptism; an indelible mark of being 'in Christ' as in the image below: Coptic wrist crosses


It’s a near universal symbol of Christianity: it is used in worship – in gesture and image; our churches are identified by it in layout and external signage. We literally follow the cross in our liturgy. We receive the sign of the cross on our foreheads in baptism; an invisible sign of God’s grace, God’s yes to us and of our commitment to live in love.  It has been, and in some places continues to be, a sign that is controversial, a marker of identity or power; of radical challenge or of conformity.  

We follow the cross.

It was not always a marker of Christian faith; rather it was a scandalous sign of brutal and shameful torture. The turning point came at the end of a time of intense persecution in the 4th century. People began to travel to the Holy Land to visit and pray at the places associated with Jesus’ life. Among them was Helena, mother of the Emperor Constantine. She oversaw the excavation of various sites and was said to have uncovered a cross, believed to be the cross of Christ.  

That discovery, and our devotion,  stirs reflection on the breadth and depth of God’s love and forgiveness that we recall in these weeks before Christ’s passion.

Yet sometimes owning a symbol diminishes its power to transform us. A sign of death has become in Christ a sign of love and compassion. Yet we domesticate it; or use it to exclude or marginalize. It is then that we need artists and others to shock us into thinking again about its meaning.

The cross is a scandal.

During her Confessions tour Madonna performed “Live to tell” whilst hanging on a giant mirrored cross wearing a crown of thorns. Unsurprisingly she faced a strong negative reaction from religious groups.  Her performance was described as blasphemous, distasteful and heretical.   

How should we react? Is it offensive or does her performance provoke us to think about how challenging the cross is?  

Madonna’s response to such criticism was to say that her main intention was to highlight the plight of millions of children dying from poverty and hunger in Africa. 

As she performed, the death toll of victims is counted on a screen behind her; the words “in Africa 12 million children are orphaned by AIDS” are projected onto the stage. Images of children fade in and out as she sings.

Perhaps  it is only scandalous nature of the cross that can do justice to the extent of human suffering today; perhaps it is only the cross that can call us back to our humanity made in the image of God; does the cross provoke us to recall the enormity of God’s love and forgiveness of us; challenging us to respond with repentance and compassion.



As “Live to tell” comes to an end, Madonna steps down from the cross.  She kneels, removes the crown of thorns, and bows her head.  

In another ubiquitous sign, she adopts the posture of prayer.  Above her scroll quotations from Matthew 25: And God said…whatever you did for the least of these brethren. 

Whatever you did for the least of these...

How do we respond to the hungry, the naked, the homeless, the excluded, the abused and the marginalized?

God’s love is different: humble, self-giving, generous, challenging and forgiving.  

Howe is such love revealed today. To quote Madonna:

How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know 

They will hear and learn and know when we ourselves embody the love poured out in self-giving. 

I wonder if in part, Sandys' "Christa" serves a similar function to Madonna's live performance. 

It provokes us to think about the scandal of the cross; to the scandal of human suffering.

It provokes us to think the reality of God with us: the God who humbled himself to take on our humanity, raises up our human nature. 

We are saved - healed, restored, forgiven - through the cross of Christ. The word became flesh: taking on our flesh, male and female.

And perhaps that's the real heresy: denying God's image in us, male and female. 

After much discussion with those Sandys' called the "earthly powers", "Christa" is now displayed at St John the Divine. 


The New York Times

In an interview with Nettie Reynolds in 2015, she said: I didn’t make Christa as a campaign for women’s rights or Women’s Lib as such but I have always believed in equality and I am glad that Christa is just as relevant today as it was in 1975. I didn’t make Christa just for women.  Men also suffer and that is one of the meanings of Jesus on the Cross. In the past there were matriarchs in many societies and religions, and gender was not always a factor. Today women are finding their way to take their place in the Christian church and in society in general. Most women of my generation have been stamped with the idea of Man’s superiority over Woman which is hard to throw off without seeming aggressive.  I hope that Christa continues to reveal the journey of suffering that we all have in common.






    The "Christa" continues to reveal the journey of suffering that we all have in common. Then suffering we share. 

    As we look at Sandys Christa, might we consider the impact of God’s love revealed in Jesus afresh. He is God with us, alongside us. It also says something about our humanity.  

    The pursuit of our desires can have a corrosive effect on others: we hurt them by our selfishness, lack of consideration, impatience, anger and unkind speech.  The prophets were continually reminding the people of Israel to turn things around – to but God’s love first and allow that to shape our relationships.  

    But human pride and self-sufficiency gets in the way; we have a human tendency to mess things up.  Yesterday, we remembered the martyrdom of Perpetua and Felicity and their companions: the account of their death reduces us to tears.

    We hear of their faithfulness and courage; their companionship and dignity. We heard of the  bodies of two young women: naked and exposed; then clothed but mortally wounded. 

    I’d never associated Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem God’s Grandeur with the crucifixion until I looked at this image.

    He begins: The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
    Crushed.

    Crushed. 

    Christ is crushed with us; with our humanity, the generations who have, in Hopkins poem Have trod, have trod, have trod

    Yet glory and grandeur is revealed; the world is charged; recharged with life and beauty. 

    And the final stanza: the Holy Ghost over the bent / World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.



    Blog: Christa or Christo, Tomato or Tomawtoe

    God’s response to our human frailty and cruelty is not to condemn the world but to bring healing and reconciling love.  

    That gift is something that we are to receive and also embody.  It subverts and deepens our understanding of reciprocity in love; it extends to us an invitation to life which is eternal.  Jesus life and death are an embodiment of God’s love with us in all the complexity, tension and fearfulness of human life. His risen life demonstrates that our human propensity to mess things up does not have the final word.

    Love wins.

    The "Christa" calls us to think afresh about the vulnerability and power of embrace: her arms outstretched. We are do likewise.

    Reaching out in compassion and speaking out for justice are acts of faithfulness to Jesus. To ignore them and pursue our own ambitions and concerns is the real heresy; denying God’s image in us and in the other. The cross calls us to be with others, not simply doing things for them and returning to our normal lives. It is costly and inspirational. 

    Does this Christa draw us back to the imagery of God mothering us: gathering us like a hen shelters her brood?




    The letter to the Philippians includes one of the earliest creedal statements or hymns to Christ. It reminds us that we are called walk in the steps of the one who did not cling to equality but humbled himself, taking the form of the servant.  It means responding to the one who came into the world not to condemn but to save – to redeem, restore, heal and transform us.

    The cross is a gesture and a piece of body art; it’s a sentimental item of jewellery and pious religious imagery; it is a statement of faith and a neutral sign of artistic beauty.  Ultimately it is a scandal: a stumbling block. 

    Christa reminds us of the scandal of the enfleshed love of God.

    How could it make sense that the God’s Son would be arrested, beaten, condemned and executed as a common criminal? 

    We have been desensitized to the shame and horror of the cross, a brutal instrument of Roman execution.  Instead of seeing the cross as a reminder of God-with-us - amidst the sufferings as well as the joy of the world, we have turned it into a harmless sign; or a symbol of ecclesial piety.

    Often Christians have misguided belief that we “own” it – and try to protect it at all costs. However, our ownership of the symbol can be distorted in judgment and condemnation of others.  Perhaps Madonna provocative performance focuses our attention on some of the very things Christ was most concerned about; even if she does offend our sense of propriety.

    We need to be shocked into being reminded that the cross is a sign of the extent of God’s love for us – giving life for us; that we are to hold on to that as a challenge as we remember all those who suffer and the hurt we cause.  

    On a global scale it shapes our response to injustice, persecution and violence; at a local level it shapes our response to one another - those we mock or judge; those we undermine or envy.  God’s love is different: humble, self-giving, generous, challenging and forgiving.  But, to quote Madonna:

    How will they hear
    When will they learn
    How will they know 

    We like James and John are asked: can you drink the cup I drink or be baptised with the baptism I am baptised with? Do we respond with the reckless abandon of those brothers? With the boldness of Peter? Or faithful grief-stricken waiting of Mary Magdalene?

    How will they hear
    When will they learn
    How will they know

    They will hear and learn and know when we ourselves embody the love poured out in self-giving. What might that look like for you and me as we continue our lenten pilgrimage?

    Let us pray.

    © Julie Gittoes 2018