Shadows in the stars

I won’t claim to be able to explain that beautiful, mystical reading we hear from the gospel of John at Midnight Mass except to say that if we listen closely to the lyrical tones of that haunting poetry attempting to describe one of the most perplexing moments of this earth’s history we might just catch a glimpse of the shadows in the stars.  Those moments of pure beauty when all is reconciled and made well again.  Yes they are rare, but at Christmas, the impossible comes to birth.  It is the most wonderful time of the year.  A little snow falling and you could almost imagine anything being possible.  With good cheer good will and a little Christmas magic, you could perhaps forget the woes of the world outside of our doors for a day.  With softened lighting, images and decorations in red green and gold offering that romantic, perhaps nostalgic feeling when families are reunited and honest conversations are had around the Christmas tree.  When there is a moment of change and redemption a recognition of past mistakes and pledging to try better in the future, we might just return to the whole that we once were.  The essence of Christmas is the possibility of healing.  Not just of an individual, whilst I’ll not bet on the healing of our nation, let alone the world over the turkey and stuffing this year perhaps I should have more faith in those shadows in the stars and make my wish for bigger things.  A little reconciliation and forgiveness goes a long way and we can identify with those moments of healing and change, we all need a bit of it happening to us as well. Perhaps it’s possible too that for a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people we always hoped we would be. And if we’re looking for a symbol of this heavenly blessing then let it be the crib here laid with cloths writ with hopes and dreams for this earth expectant of the child to come, the one of whom the stars foretold, the one on whom our salvation rests. Or let it be perhaps these transparent gift boxes suspended here containing gifts given not of gold or frankincense or myrrh, but of life.  Or perhaps let it simply be the notion that there once was a whole and perfect world and that each of the moments we spend in healing or reconciliation brings us that little bit closer to that which we once were.  As we ponder on these things this most wonderful night we ought to prepare for moments of unexpected beauty not because there is magic in the stars, but because we believe we can bring to about.  And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.


With acknowledgements to James Agee’s Poem ‘Sure on this shining night’ set to music by Morten Lauridsen.  And to Mark Kermode’s ‘Secrets of Christmas Cinema’.  And to ‘Cloth for the Cradle’ from the Iona Community book store.

Gathering Hope

Image: Neil - thanks for climbing the hill!!

RS Thomas’ poem The Bright Field is over quoted perhaps, but maybe with good reason.  It touches on the nerve endings of faith, the places we are anxious to itch, but are unable to scratch with conventional religion.  So when the sun broke through the clouds to illuminate the small field on which the Coda Festival was held this past week it would seem churlish not to suggest that here we might have been able to find something to treasure.  (Thanks to Neil for being there to take the photo – who knew you would be sermon inspiration!) For those unacquainted Coda is a small festival of arts and action born out of a desire to connect those in Wales who are doing the little things, Pethau Bychain, for the good of the kingdom, or just for the good.  As the Orthodox Christian might suggest our task is to illuminate the grace and beauty already present in the world.  The task of Coda is to encourage that illumination with music, poetry, art, storytelling, discussions all of which came together this past weekend at Dol Llys Farm, Llanidloes.  Unlike Thomas’ poem we have not gone our way and forgotten it.  Those there were ‘Gathering Hope’ (the theme for the weekend) were encouraged away with new discoveries to explore what it might mean to live in this hope connected with those who inspire, liberate, lament and meditate.  The heart of Coda is a diverse network of folk across Wales and beyond which cuts through denomination, even faith.  As Daphna Baram suggested in her comedy show, we need to have a fat heart.  A heart generous and welcoming; humble and connected.  The desire to be on that journey to bring close the kingdom values of peace, reconciliation and justice grows with a real hope.  So as we read the story in John’s Gospel at the aftermath of the feeding of the five thousand in what might feel like a lean week after the feast of the Coda festival, we too can be liberated from chasing the dream of the dazzling light.  The crowd wanted the same again, their fill of the loaves.   Yet the real beauty comes in our response, in the quiet change, in the poetry, musing and reflections that follow on from a protest against injustice.  The gathering of hope need not be deflated, (thanks to Dith and her space-hoppers) but can be inspired.  This is it.  This is the work of God, Says John’s gospel that you believe in him whom he has sent.  The honest testimonies of the heart, of austerity, traditional melodies and heartfelt lyrics of Coda allowed us to connect with that God in a myriad of creative ways. The real experience however begins as we discover that journey with justice, breathing humanity in all its imperfections.  The heart of the gospel then is to believe that the way of Jesus is the way of God and the way of God is not through great signs and wonders, but simple, quiet faith, creative resistance to the powers that oppress and a liberation of our identity not as belonging to distinct communities, but seeking a common asylum with those who also are dispossessed.  The challenge of Coda laid down is for us to confront our identity.  Perhaps we are holding on too tight.  Coda can be a place to allow us to let go, to be broken and yet made whole.  The bread of life is broken that we might be made whole.  Such a breaking of bread occurred at the feeding of the multitude, the crowd didn’t get it and wanted another.  When the bread is broken, the sharing can begin.  Will we take the chance offered to us in the breaking of bread to enlarge our heart into the way of God?

And if you missed the weekend, don’t worry, for Coda is coming to us in Betws-y-Coed on the weekend at the end of September for a Gŵyl Bach Mihangel featuring local choirs, musicians, two of Coda’s award winners Jane Sutcliffe and Cass Meurig and to end on the Sunday evening, the final Male Voice Choir concert of the season with Côr Meibion Caernarfon.

Becoming who you are

Esther de Waal writes in reflection on the rule of St. Benedict. The prologue to the Rule presents us with the image of God in the marketplace “is there anyone who yearns for life and desires to see good days?”  Mind, Body and Spirit is in effect what the rule reflects. An holistic view of life, with the goal of Christian life as in the title of Thomas Merton’s book – becoming who you are.

The rule wasn’t original to Benedict, the first of its kind, not a definitive guide for christian community living, but it can be continually re-forming as it brings together the ‘rhythmic alternation which governs the whole of life’.

That the mind is to be active in learning, the body active in work and the spirit connected to God, sisters and brothers in community, those monastic, or otherwise.  Chapters are devoted to the right outworking of community, knowing ourselves and our weaknesses and our propensity for failure, not because we need censure, but because each of us are deeply loved and particularly in the Benedictine way, ‘accepted, received’ for who we are.  Being in community is to offer the self up to the other and to God.

We are challenged in our “daily, weekly, yearly pattern of life, inextricably bound up in the alternation of day and night, of the ebb and flow of the seasons, the changing shape of the liturgical year.  This way of life brings us into touch with the rhythm inherent in all things, in the holding together of the contradiction of growth and decline, of light and dark, of dying and rising again.” My own community, has a somewhat simpler written rule of life, no less challenging in its outworking of the common life.  It can be reflected in the following.

Work and Worship.  Prayer and Politics.  Sacred and Secular.

Work and Worship.  Because all that we do ought to give worth to God, rather than distinct times set apart where we behave and act differently. Our time of worship is sunrise to sunset, more properly from birth until death, the hours of prayer refocusing us when our practical tasks take us far from the common life.

Prayer and Politics.  Because to pray is to engage the heart and soul with a situation to enable our better outworking of community life rather than to pass on a list of requests to an elusive benefactor.  Our prayers enable us to listen closely to God caught up in the reality of daily living and to respond in faith.

Sacred and Secular.  Because all of life is caught up in the general dance and there is no place that is not deeply loved by God, there is no-where that God has not set apart for a purpose. Even when our actions stray from the path of those purposes, still in all things and through all things comes the divine image, though we might struggle to find it.  In all of this we are asked to walk besides our neighbour whoever that might be that the journey might reflect the kingdom.

Take off your shoes and walk a mile in mine.

Walk in step unknowing beside our companions.

Walk slowly alongside those we nurture

Walk with an offer of hospitality and sanctuary to those we meet.

Walk with the inspiration to take a lighter journey

Walk with joy in every season.

Walk on a wide path with those we meet but rarely.

Walk on to catch but a glimpse of those far off.

Walk with kindred spirits from other islands.

Walk with souls connected at the deep down.

Walk on with a shared past, a story of struggle or pain.

Walk offering gifts, or a generous word.

Walk with a conversation picked up from the last journey.

Walk with poets whose words become our path.

Walk with a protest on our lips and a banner in our heart.

Walk with those who hold us in prayer, with those for whom we must pray.

Walk with those who offer us a new challenge

Walk close to those who are a challenge and those who find us the same.

Walk with a shared chance encounter.

Walk with those who sing,

Walk gently with those who we wish would not sing.

Walk as artists gathering the colours of nature

Walk with those we have carried and allow them to carry us in their turn.

Walk with the gentle ones, and those who could learn to be gentle

Walk with a vision to go further than we can go

Walk, lives connected, weaving in and out

On a woven path with the friends of friends of friends

Walk with those who make us laugh at ourselves

Walk in the company of strangers who at journeys end become friends.

Walk with those whose words will carry us until our walking days are done.