Wednesday 20 March 2013

This Night's Psalm

To heaven’s heights,

From lowest lows,

Lord (for that is what you are, I know),

You call your people to raise their sights,

From the mire,

But not to the spire, to humanity’s grand-handed splendour,

But to the dour and dreary day to day with all its electric potential,

Dazzling moments, muddied and muddled by the grime of life,

Into this you step,


And hopeful,

And bring downcast eyes alive,

Within the confines of geographic melancholy,

You stretch out eternity before us,

And point to a tiny speck that glistens with potential.

You fling stars around space,

You blow life into being,

Your breath, refreshing and restoring,

And you show us abundance,

Some find it far from home,

Under glistening domes,

But for many, if not most of us,

Divine splendour must be found,

Among the coffee grounds, and tea stained cup rings,

The chance encounters on the streets,

The moving meeting with moments fleeting,

And through it all, you.


You are.

You were.

You will be.


And I ponder,

And my pondering turns to wondering,

And this wondering turns to a churning in my stomach,

A yearning in my inner core,

A candle-light that flickers against,

A backdrop of wheezy coughs and bitter rain,

And this slender light persists,

And I seek to kindle this fire,

That from deep inside does grow,

Even when the wind of the Spirit does not seem to blow,

I try beyond trying to remember,

That from heaven’s highest,

To the lowest lows,

You are Lord,

(And this I know).

Thursday 7 March 2013

As A Fire By Burning

This week I received a book through the post. As a Fire By Burning  by Roger Standing. It was due to be published in 2011, and has only just come out.

I was excited when the book arrived, I’d been waiting on and off for its eventual publication, though in recent months I’d forgotten it even existed!

My excitement at the arrival of the book, was not actually for the book’s sake, necessarily, but for the memories it brings back and the challenge it offers to me.

The book is a helpful (from a first buzz through) set of chapters about how mission is firmly rooted in local congregations. There are contextual stories about mission, 18 of them. This is then followed by a lengthy and exciting theological reflection on various aspects of mission and how mission is rooted in the local “church”.

I think Standing has done an interesting job of providing the right balance of contextual stories and theological reflection.

And indeed, the ordering of the chapters is quite enlightening too. He blasts you with lots of contextual examples, before filling in more of the theology.

The book’s enigmatic title comes from a quote by Emil Brunner,

“Mission work does not arise from any arrogance in the Christian Church; mission is its cause and its life. The Church exists by mission, just as a fire exists by burning. Where there is no mission, there is no Church; and where there is neither Church nor mission, there is no faith.”
(Emil Brunner, The Word and the World, quoted on page ix of As A Fire By Burning.)

While the book itself looks thoroughly deserving of reading, my own particular long-awaiting excitement was due to one of the contextual stories. Written by my former tutor at Cranmer Hall, Michael Volland.

Michael had written a chapter about the creation of the Beat Eucharist, and the story behind why I suggested we do it, how it came to exist, and the rationale for our longer term hopes for the Beat Eucharist.

Three years on from the initial vision, for pretty much the most exciting piece of missional work I’ve ever been a part of, it’s good to remember and reflect on why we did what we did.

It’s also helpful to reflect on where my faith journey has taken me since then.

And also where the journey of the Beat Eucharist has taken it since then.

A good number of bishops. A number of gatherings. It’s been adapted for use at a Speak conference. It’s had prayers used in youth congregations. We’ve heard of groups sitting around sharing the Eucharist, outside the context of traditional church settings. It’s been adapted and parts of it remixed and used in Holland, Germany, Belgium and Poland. It’s travelled across the Atlantic.

And I’m no writing this to boast. Because the elements of what we as a “Collective” did, were never ours anyway, only the Holy Spirit’s. God took the energy, the enthusiasm and the excitement of a few folk and used it for the purpose He wanted it for.

At its heart, the Beat Eucharist was all about sending people out, empowered to work for God’s glory. To see it written about in a book on the subject of mission emerging out of local contexts is a beautiful tail end to this story.