A funky communion

 

We joined a Methodist church in November last year after three years struggling to come to terms with the formality, liturgy and tradition of the Church of England. It's been so good to reconnect with our roots.

Last week we celebrated a 'funky Communion', complete with bacon sandwiches, hippy clothing and a deep sense of joy.

We talked on our tables, shared stories and hopes and fears. We read newspapers to search out meaning in prayer. We listened to popular secular music with profound themes. And we danced...

Yes, it was different. Yes, it was not to everyone's taste. Yes, it didn't always hit the mark. And yes, it was absolutely the right thing to do.

For a Christian, communion is a holy, mystical experience. And reverence does not exclude joy.

I'm deeply heartened to know Jesus' first miracle was to transform water into wine and that he was a regular party-goer. My heart longs for more people to join in the party.

 

 

chorus

 

 

I have fond memories of a walk through red-light Amsterdam streets with two young boys and their parents. And now I stand next to one of those boys again.

 

Don't worry, this is not a story of child abuse!  Michael's parents were two fantastic Christian missionaries from the church where my wife and I  asked Jesus into our lives.  We visited them and their family in Amsterdam over three decades ago when they were serving in a place called 'The Ark'.

 

And now Michael and I are here together again. It's the sound-check for a 'Concert for Ukraine' and he's one of the musicians who will be playing later in the evening. 

 

We start to chat and before long discover our historical links.  A chance encounter or a reminder of how God brings paths to cross? 

 

Michael's changed a lot since I lost saw him - bigger and facially hirsute - but some things, like his passion for music, remain the same.   I love times like these.

 

easter reflections

The daffodils are dying as the primroses come to full bloom. And so the world turns again. Except this Easter it feels very different. The roads are deserted, the fields are quiet and empty. Silent but for the chirping of birds.

For many of us Easter is a time for reflection and this year more so than ever. There are many unanswered questions ...

Is there a God?

If so, where is God in all this?

Why am I here?

What happens when I die?

There are no easy answers, whether or not you are a person of faith. It is, however, an opportunity to pause and reflect on the meaning of life.


This post is dedicated to the memory of my friend and former work colleague, Philip Tillman. He died on 8th April of Covid-19, just short of the retirement he was so looking forward to.

 

it's christmas!!!