Sunday 24 January
Prayers today are for the church in context.
An area in the Anglican Communion place outside the circle (and a possibility of fixing the date of Easter.)
One particular area of the church has worked on their own time, and a little quicker than others, on something objectionable to another part of the church. The result? That part of the church has been barred from functioning within the communion, as opposed to recognition of the different context and the validity of such contexts, in context as it were. I cannot see that this is of benefit to anyone.
Billy Connolly wrote:
“Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that, who cares?…..he’s a mile away and you’ve got his shoes.”
Another boxed ticked!
Prayer is needed indeed!
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Broken heart is a little strong a description, but severely lacerated could describe a week weighing heavy on my spirit. But then how dare I feel so when those who have touched me are in dire straits.
He is a regular visitor for me, ever more ravaged by his intake of substances that harm him more than suspend his harsh existence. A couple of weeks ago he couldn’t stomach any food and wanted a couple of quid to get him though the evening. This week he really needed something to warm himself and to fill a real hunger – a fish supper!.
Coming back from the chip shop I meet second fellow – out on the streets and away from a chaotic relationship that he saw as harming his daughter’s welfare – needed similar help. All he wanted was food to sustain him for the night. He needed something to give him energy while he slept in the yard of the charity he worked for during the day. He was clean and tidy and was expectant of using the welfare system during the following day. He did not come for breakfast – he hoped to be on the up the next day.
Today was a simpler scenario. An older man, coping with much younger spouse who had died – he had been in crisis had ‘thrown a woobler’ – destroyed his possession. After a breakdown he was getting his life in order. Wanting a shower –we came up with various ways and local opportunities. As he left, all that had passed between us was his recognition of the black places he had been and his hope for the future. But a brighter spirit gave him hope.
The major cause of sad laceration was an asylum seeker who finds herself under the official radar. She was now realising that help is available but only by being recognised by the authorities. Warm charity just cannot supply her needs. She is coming to terms with the fact that these needs outweigh the lack of peace of mind that comes with the threat of being returned to a worse situation in her country of origin.. Passing her on to other with more experience and resources just may be gave her a chance.
The others all walked away from me – I had to walk away from her.
Sometimes you read something in scripture or elsewhere, and you are transported into a situation past, or more frightening, on into the future. You can picture and almost feel tension rising.
Matthew 11:17 – ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.’
On one hand, I’m in the playground, in some ground breaking debate for an eight year old and there’s a breakdown into name calling and sing-song insults. The quote from St. Matthew resounds for me with the ‘Ner, ner, ner, ner, neeerrr!’ of childhood refusal to listen.
On the other hand, I can see a future gathering of people – a lot older, and a lot wiser who have gotten into a habit of squabbling and not listening. But not a cheery playground!!!
Perhaps there is need of a much feared and loved dinner lady to be in charge. Bring back Mrs. Griffiths and Mrs. Buzzy.