Greenbelt thoughts

I’ve been watching ‘Big Night’ this evening, a small yet great film from 1996 where two Italian brothers risk everything to save their business on one night of food. I was led to this film whilst looking at material for a confirmation course, the themes relating to Eucharist are replete and muti-dimensional throughout it, however to get back to the title of this, Sara Miles was speaking about a food distribution center she ran in LA and the film reminded me that she had commented that: “We should give food to the poor, not because we want to do good to them, but because we know what it is like to be hungry” It is very much the same with Eucharist, one reason why I guess this film strikes a chord with me, is that it is not good enough to prepare for and preside at the Eucharist in a second rate manner, hungry people deserve to be fed the best food, just as much as those who are fed regularly. I’m not suggesting that there should be one particular way of doing this, just that it must be without compromise. I don’t (surprisingly enough) subscribe to the idea from the film that “if you give people what they want for long enough eventually you get to feed them what you want to give them” I think, like Primo, I would rather not prepare anything than serve ‘meatballs with spaghetti’ as it were!

Catalyst

I will be walking everywhere for a few weeks to make up for the carbon cost of my flying visit to the Catalyst event at Carmarthen at the weekend.  I had been invited to lead a workshop on Iona Worship, which turned into (thankfully) a worship session.  Helped by Craig, Meredith and Louise, the session went well with standing room only!!

I wrote a bit ago about ‘High Rise‘ life, well that reflection turned into a dialogue for this session.

a:    I live the High Rise life, I’ve got the calves to match! 15 floors up does wonders for fitness.

b:    I live in a world of eco-wonder, local produce heaven, fresh eggs, fresh veg, fresh farmyard smells.

a:    My view, 15 floors up? it’s a sea of grey, with the edges tinged green, the fields on the horizon tell a ‘distant’ story.
b:    My view, busy veg garden, animals, chickens, from the top floor we can see a sea of green edged with grey, the town on the horizon, high risers – a ‘distant’ story.

a:    We are the eco-warriors of this grey world, living this far up our fields of grey, tinged with green – the distant dream – know what I mean?  Away from the hustle of the street, the barking dogs, the unseen wind whistles past, this far up you can almost reach out and touch the land around.

b:    We know what it means to save the planet, the country way – slow food forever.

a:    We’re having a one box, microwave meal, tinged with green, the pre-packed salad on the side, window box tomatoes dressing the top, less packaging, less waste, less to carry down.  Less water wasted, no time used up, economical, ecological – for us.

b:    It’s all fresh our supper, takes time to organise however, wash, clean, chickens to the slaughter, veg to steamer takes time and effort to produce all that – i’ll just pop out to get the last few bits.

a:    It’s not all one way traffic up this high, what goes up, must go down, your priorities change, the necessity turns to possibility – the possibility of forgetting what you needed on the first trip out.

b:    You see it’s where you live that matters…

a:    You see it’s not where you live…

b:    …When you live out here the fields are your oysters – well artichokes, potatoes, carrots….

a:    …it’s your attitude to your Place…

b:    …What you make of what you’ve got, we’ve got…

a:    …and we haven’t, not that it makes us less aware of our surroundings, what we share, our common land, our inheritance, we all need that piece of green…

b:    …and some of us need to learn to share it.  How many floors us did you say?

a:    15, but there is a lift!  we walk it though, it reminds us of the struggle some have to get their food.