Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Another urban walk
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb [2] down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
Today I followed the Sheaf River walk and part of Sheffield Round walk via Ecclesall woods to Whirlow. This was the first time I'd stuck to the actual route which zig zags either side of the Sheaf. Beginning at Granville Square the route follows the river through polluted, graffiti covered urban cityscape , past retail and commercial premises to the more orderd suburban Millhouses Park.
Yet the same water flows throughout, just as the river of God and the Church of Christ flow throughout history and every aspect of creation bringing life.
Again I was struck by the unexpected. I probably drive the roads either side of the Sheaf most days however today I saw sights that were new to me including a crown of thorns in Heeley People's Park, Two challenging skeletons adjacent to Virgin Gym and a hidden pool in Ecclesall woods. See pictures below. I was also surprised to see a reminder of God the Father only to discover that the Father's heart is nothing more, or less than a kitchen showroom!
I've also started reading 'The shaping of things to come' by Michael Frost and Alan Hirsch. The writers challenge the church to leave behind the Christemdom model and return to the vision of the early church. Chiming directly with my theme they ask:'what has God called us to be and do in our current cultural contect'Spot on!
They predict that the days of the static, rooted institutionalised church are numbered. People are searching for something that is relational. They call for us to become transformative subversive missionary innovative and imaginative. Much to ponder on in the days ahead as I continue my encounter with spirituality in popular culture and start to reflect on how this sabbatical experience will speak to my discipleship ministry and Superintendency.
Monday, 24 August 2015
On the importance of listening....
Sunday, 23 August 2015
Birthday weekend
We've celebrated Penny's birthday in various ways over the weekend. On Saturday a day trip to York observing the elegance of racegoers and sharing the refinement of afternoon tea at Bettys...
The centrepiece was a wonderful performance of The Railway Children the Rail Museum's Signal box theatre. Happy reminders of reading and watching the film as and with children.
Through today's eyes we saw a story which praised kindness and perseverance in the face of destitution and despair. We noted the affirmative presence of an asylum seeker, the emancipation of women and the injustice that can be meted put by the elite to those who are relatively powerless..
Having said that a great production, very entertaining and moving, especially when the final family reunion scene was accompanied by a real steam engine!
The day itself included morning service at packed Ecclesall parish church with blessings and baptisms as well as copious birthday greetings. A sunny Barbeque with some of the family turned into a wet carpet picnic with Hannah, Tom, Bethany and of course Maisy dog, but nevertheless a great day enjoyed by all.
Happy birthday to a very special person x
Thursday, 20 August 2015
Festivals ahead
Well the original plan was to attend three festivals. Now it looks like there might be five and a half. Snape proms were the half. Fusion in Birmingham takes place over the bank holiday weekend and my thinking is that I'll leave Greenbelt for the Saturday to go across to Birmingham for part of the day. And now I've just booked to go to Festival no6 in Portmerion the following weekend. As someone very wise and very close to me said 'it's a once in a lifetime opportunity' and I think she might be right!
Wednesday, 19 August 2015
Finding God in Unexpected Places
Finding God in Unexpected Places happens to be the next book on my reading pile (more on the to read than read I fear!)
As the sun was shining I took a few moments this morning for a brief prayer walk. This being the mid point of my Sabbatical is a good time to reflect on whats happened and what's to come. I won't put everything down here though, just in case any non-insomniacs should stumble on this blog!!

I did however reflect on the lovely family day in Birmingham yesterday and the communion service at Cathedral on Sunday - this was a reminder on what I have been missing in both receiving and giving the elements and confirmation of my sense of call to minister to Word and Sacrament.
Time also to stop and look at the views from our corner of the world. The train and bus stations, shops and offices, theatres, arts centres and football ground, the two universities, back to backs of Sharrow and mansions of Whirlow can all be seen from Cholera Park. You can also see a number of churches across the city. Time to uphold congregations and colleagues in these last few weeks before a New Year.

Then alongside the Sheaf came a reminder of cross and Resurrection, the One who walks with us.
God is indeed found in unexpected places!
Friday, 14 August 2015
A prosperous bubble?
Thursday, 13 August 2015
Meteor shower over Southwold common
Psalm 8:3, 5 NIV When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, [5] You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor.
What more can I say?
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
More music!
Today we visited Aldeburgh and The Maltings, Snape.
Renowned for its annual Festival and close association with Benjamin Britten, Snape is probably best known as a a favoured destination for what might be called 'serious concert goers' However it offers much more- riverside walks, crafts and art exhibitions, food and drink and shopping, lots of shopping!
The music on offer is also more eclectic than you might think. In August The Maltings hosts its own Proms season : '30 great nights out in August. Folk, Roots and World, Popular Classics, Classics Jazz, Poetry and Pop'
We went on Country Music night. Two UK bands played to a packed house - Raintown and Ward Thomas. They were great, tight harmonies, plenty of acoustic guitar backing, homely but deep lyrics. Ward Thomas even sang a version of, 'take me to church' (see earlier Blog!) Interesting to contrast it festival experience
# no fancy lighting effects and modest amplification. The music spoke, or rather played for itself.
# very different audience participation, polite clapping even some cheering between songs by very little clapping or singing along during songs, even when encouraged by the band
# altogether a more sedate crowd! There was a prom area but the promenaders sat on cushions, very disciplined!
I reflected on the place of congregational participation in church
However the 'stripped down' nature of performances meant we heard more of the singers and appreciated the poetry of words and we're left to ponder to lyrics such as Ward Thomas new single writing on the wall. More research needed.
Great night and an unexpected opportunity to encounter a different aspect of spirituality in popular culture, music amid other expression of arts, the natural environment and creativity
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Monday, 10 August 2015
Crowds flock to hear JC
HT Just read about crowds of young people flocking to hear a message of hope. The one speaking seemed to understand their sense of betrayal by the system, their sense of abandonment by the very people who were supposed to care for them and how they felt besieged by lack of prospects and opportunity.
The meetings were heavily oversubscribed even through attendees reported that they had a sense of the religious. The one they'd cone to hear had to clamber onto an impromptu platform so he could be heard.
The crowds warmed to his message and enthusiastically pledged allegiance, even though the message was radical and considered dynamite by the establishment, they signed up in their droves to show allegiance to this bearded JC
'Islington, London Borough of Labour' on the rise of Jeremy Corbyn Observer 9.8.15
Saturday, 8 August 2015
Holiday at last
I know some may think Sabbatical is all holiday and in a sense being free of normal routine is a holiday. Maybe Holy day.
However now we are genuinely holidaying away. Not the Italy trip that had been planned but a week in Sunny Southwold, topped and tailed by visits to the older folk in their respective care homes.
The prospect of sunshine, relaxation and time together within a couple of hours of Southend helps me to be certain that the decision to change our holiday plans was the right one.
And of course, plenty to read.
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
Diversity in creation

In the main our fellow travellers were cyclists and it was good to see how the even paths had made it possible for a wheelchair user to enjoy the journey along with fellow cyclists and walkers in a large group.
At various points we encountered different groups enjoying the day in the country. As well as a number of families and individuals we saw families dressed in the traditional clothing of Hassidic Jews, another diverse group that included women wearing hajibs and we noted that a few members of the group had gone to one side to pray on their mats facing the reservoir and Mecca beyond. Then as we returned to the car, the unmistakable joyful sounds of Hispanic music, another family group (possibly Spanish speaking) group enjoying a shore side barbecue .

So we thanked God for diversity in creation and in humanity. We were enriched for having participated in both on a warm but changeable August day.
Fitbit registered 8 miles!
Saturday, 1 August 2015
Justice?
Taking a morning off sabbatical to support one of our church family facing a real risk of detention, deportation or worse. With the article mentioned in my last post ringing in my ears and further pictures from Callais.
The court doubted the genuineness of this person's Christian conversion despite my letter stating the situation as honestly as I could. In fact the court had not referred to my letter at all, making a big thing about the church member who spoke up for the individual not being a minister so how could they know what was going on in the soul!! No one had said that the minister must attend to testify to the veracity of conversion.
At the end if the day the only one who can truly testify is the one converted and the Spirit. I feel uncomfortable with this legalistic expectation and don't suppose it would be asked of a minister in other circumstances.