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Sunday Letter March 28
Benefice of St Mary’s Chard, Combe St
Nicholas, Wambrook and Whitestaunton
Letter for this week 28th March 2021 Palm
Sunday.
We
hope that you will be able to join us at some point during Holy Week on the
Zoom or in Person on Good Friday for the Stations or to celebrate on Easter Day.
There
will be Palm Crosses for you in Church if you would like them, please remember
to gel hands before and after taking one.
I
remember when Stephen and I visited the Holy Land in 2010 the awesomeness of
coming up to the top of the hill on the coach, sadly not walking, and seeing,
stretched before us the site of Jerusalem and the glorious colours of the stone
and the golden top of the Dome shinning in the sunlight. It all bears little in
resemblance to the moment Jesus and his disciples walked over the summit as
most of the buildings were not there, however, the second temple would have
greeted them over the walls of the city, alongside the olive trees at the mount
of Olives. But we caught enough of the sight to be able to identify with what
they would have seen.
The
coming from Galilee involved rising from the lowest city on earth Jericho 800 ft
below sea level to the heights of Jerusalem 3000 ft above sea level in the
space of not more than 14 miles.
And
they were coming to celebrate, can you remember the excitement of going to a
festival or big event that everyone was heading for? Anticipation rising at
what the day would bring? Picture yourself if you can then as the crowd
accompanying Jesus, weary from that climb, but knowing they are entering the
city with the King. The kingdom is arriving. Jesus instructs for a colt to be
brought for him that he may enter the city on its back, not a stallion richly
adorned, but a simple colt unridden before. Then the road is strewn with cloaks
and palms and branches for him to ride the royal pathway. You don’t do this for
just anyone, only an expected King, royalty, Hosanna they shout, blessed be the
one who is come. Expectation is in the air, excitement, the King is entering
the city.
Over
the next few days as the Jews prepare for the Passover, festival time, the
place is alive with people come to Jerusalem a festival not to be missed. Most
of them will stay outside the city as Jesus did with the disciples in Bethany,
probably with Mary, Martha and Lazarus.
You
may have noted the last sentence of the first Gospel Reading from Mark “Then he
entered Jerusalem and went into the temple and when he had looked around at
everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the disciples”.
The next day scripture tells us Jesus
went into the Temple and overturned the money tables.
Within
the week there would be a fickle changing of minds for some to shouting Crucify
him.
This
is such a thought-provoking service on Palm Sunday, as we travel through the
narrative. Our King arriving in Jerusalem, our King being misunderstood, our
King turning the world upside down. We have joy and excitement as we sing the
joyful songs of arrival at the city, yet within the hour we have heard the
moving story of Jesus coming to the Cross which cannot but touch our hearts.
Our Saviour throughout the narrative shows love and forgiveness for those who
have left the path and pays the ultimate price on the Cross, for us, as for the
peoples then, and we leave on a sombre note.
But
for now, we have the joy and anticipation.
If
you get a moment, follow the Art Project in Chard, either with a walking plan
and/or on line, details are here: https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/hopecommunityartproject which can be reached without being on
Facebook, or the Easter Stations and Trail, plus the glorious knitted and
crocheted flowers at Combe St Nicholas Church.
Be
Blessed Rev Georgina
Ride
on
They’re
waving at you.
Ride
on.
Some
wave to flag you down
like witnesses at a motorway pile-up.
They want to you to fix the injured and dying.
You can cure them.
You can bring the dead back to life.
Ride
on.
Some
are waving Hello.
They want you to come to their party.
They want to show you off to their friends.
They know some very open-minded Pharisees.
They are sure they will be reasonable about it all
once you explain.
Ride
on.
Some
wave the team colours.
They want you to stuff the opposition,
they think its time that our guys won.
Ride
on.
Some
wave business cards.
They want you to endorse their products.
You are hot property for chat shows.
Your position statements will be prepared for you.
You will be dressed by Armani and Calvin Klein
for your limitless media opportunities.
Ride
on.
Some
wave to warn you.
They want you to take care.
They’d like to re-direct your route
away from likely trouble spots.
They have your best interests at heart.
Ride
on.
Some
wave in desperation as if
you are their only hope.
Ride
on.
Some
wave their fists.
You were the wrong answer to their prayers
and their disappointments have blossomed into anger.
You could have sorted the whole bloody mess
and here you are out donkey-riding.
Ride
on.
Ride
on until
the temple looms in front of you.
Dismount.
Walk the last few steps
towards the tables
where religion is prepared.
Push them all over.
Leave no room for doubt.
Walk
on into
the dark garden,
the false kiss,
the clever trap,
the rigged trial,
the beating,
the goading.
Walk
on until
there is no more you can do except
hang on,
doing what it was
you came to do
for every one
of them and us.
Written in 1997 by Godfrey Rust, revised for Palm
Sunday, March 2012.
Benefice of St Mary’s Chard, Combe St Nicholas,
Wambrook and Whitestaunton
Sunday Letter for 5th Sunday after Lent 21st March 2021
Hello everyone,
Spring is definitely my favourite season of the year. A
season of hope and new beginnings, the days are getting longer - evenings
lighter.
As I walk the dogs these days I seem to have more time to
take in my surroundings. At the moment I don’t have to rush to be anywhere by a
certain time, unless it’s pouring with rain, of course. Around me I experience
the smell of freshly cut grass; the blossom is beginning to come out on the
trees in Snowdon Park; the daffodils have been, and still are, a spectacular display.
Recently many saplings have been planted in Chard, different varieties tucked
up in their tubes until they get stronger. I can see that the fields are
changing from their muddy brown of Winter to the bright greens of Spring. In
the distance I can just about see some lambs. The bird song early in the
morning is wonderful, especially where there is little sound of traffic. I
count my blessings that I live in such a wonderful area and try not to take the
wildlife for granted.
Some of you may have seen in the local press an article
about Wilder Churches. Somerset Wildlife and Diocese of Bath and Wells are
aiming to support communities to encourage and to protect biodiversity in
churchyards. We will be encouraged to create areas for wildlife if there aren’t
any at present and to protect those that we have already. Watch this space!
Jesus compared himself to a grain of wheat planted in the
ground. The seed doesn’t literally die when it lies in its wintry grave. But
changes come over it, so that it’s no longer recognisable as a seed. Then, in
Spring, it emerges in a new form altogether, as a green blade, and eventually
an ear of wheat, to be harvested and provide food for the people, and the
seed-corn to ensure a prosperous future.
But to do this the seed must die: “Unless a grain of wheat
falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies,
it bears much fruit.”
Now the green blade riseth, from the buried grain, Wheat
that in dark earth, many days has lain; Love lives
again, that with the dead has been; Love
is come again like wheat that springeth green.
Enjoy this wonderful season and take care,
Ruth
The other sign of hope is that we are going to hold two services on Easter Sunday. At St
Mary’s, Chard at 10.00 am and at Combe St Nicholas at 10.30 am.
Georgina and I felt
strongly that, as we missed being together last Easter, that we want to give
people the opportunity to be together on our most important Sunday of the year. Both services will be a Holy Communion
service.
One of the services will
be livestreamed for those who feel they are not ready to return to church just
yet.
We are slowly moving
towards the light at the end of the tunnel, and we hope that we will see you
all before long.
In the meantime, as Ruth
says, Spring is here, and the promise of new life is all around us. God be praised.
Ann
Sunday Letter 14 March
Benefice of St Mary’s Chard, Combe St
Nicholas, Wambrook and Whitestaunton
14th
March 2021 4th Sunday of Lent
Mothering Sunday
Well, we are
now back where we began last year at the eve of Mothering Sunday the day in the
Church calendar when we traditionally remember Mothers in all their glorious
and sometimes not so glorious image. The time when groups should be meeting up
to prepare bunches of glorious spring flowers and yellow trumpet daffodils to
give out in Church and to those women unable to attend. A touch of festiveness
in the middle of Lent, taken from us, almost one could say depriving us,
separating us, creating a loneliness, bereft maybe of the touch or hug of loved
ones, if we had been told as we entered the first lockdown that we would still
be here in a year, how I wonder would that have affected us differently, as for
sure it would have done. A long journey of faith and fear, joy and sadness,
loneliness and new friendships. Rev Katharine was still here with us
celebrating alongside Rev Ann, it seems such a long time ago. Mothering Sunday the day when we identify
with Mother God as well as Father God
Introduction
Over 100 years of Mothering Sunday
In 1913
Constance Penswick-Smith (1878-1938), the daughter of the vicar of Coddington,
Nottinghamshire, caught the vision to celebrate Mothering Sunday. Later in 1921
Constance wrote a booklet asking for a full revival of Mothering Sunday,
eventually founding The Society for the Observance of Mothering Sunday and
spending more than 25 years promoting the celebration of the festival. Thanks
mainly to Constance's efforts, Mothering Sunday - which has its roots in the
pre- Reformation Church - has been widely observed and re-established across
the Church of England, and celebrated in wider society. There are traditions
associated with Mothering Sunday in England which date back as long ago as the
16th century. It is told that this was the day when people were encouraged to
return to worship in their ‘mother church where they had been baptised. People
who usually attended the local parish church, would make a longer journey to
the ‘mother church’ or cathedral of the Diocese. Girls in domestic service
would bake to show their mothers their new skills in the form of a gift,
traditionally a simnel cake. On this day many girls who were in service were
allowed time off from domestic chores to visit their mothers and their family.
Today Mothering
Sunday is a popular day when Christians choose to use the occasion to think
about all things which concern motherhood, in all it’s different forms and
ways. We give thanks for the Church as Mother, the Virgin Mary as the mother of
Jesus, we remember that God cares for us like a mother and last but not least
we give thanks for our own mothers or those who loved us and brought us up as
our mother. Mothering Sunday is is a time of special thanksgiving. It is the
one day of joy in Lent, when flowers abound in all churches and when people are
allowed a time off from the penitential season. It is also known as Mid-Lent
Sunday, Refreshment Sunday or Laetare Sunday. The Latin name of Laetare, means
rejoice.
In the
fourteenth century Julian of Norwich, the first woman to write in modern
English, experienced and understood the motherhood of God in her visions.
Mothering Sunday is a good day to share her vision and recognise that although
we are distinguished by our gender, God is not. Instead God is both mother and
father to us.
‘As truly as
God is Father, so just as truly is he our mother.’ Julian of Norwich.
Adapted from “this is Church”
For me
Mothering Sunday this year strangely enables me to identify more closely with
those who have lost or never had a good mother experience, or the ability and
desire to be a mother. I believe that is the case for many of us. I don’t own
those experiences I have my own mother who I love, but have not seen for over a
year now, but the lose of seeing and being has created a vacuum which is going
to continue for this year. It will be extremely hard this year I believe to
give, or be, how we would otherwise be, there will I am sure be a rawness about
this year’s Day. There will be the
lamentation of loss, which is mirrored so deeply in our Gospel reading for us.
That moment
in time when Mother Mary, her sister and the two other Mary’s were gathered at
the Cross. The fact that they were even there should not be lost on us
alongside the lamentation of loss for Jesus as he gave his loving mother Mary
over into the care of his beloved Disciple John. Mary is not just a mother, she
is a Jewish one mother, she knows that her role is not only to be a loving mother
for her children, but also their teacher. In the Gospel John the evangelist
places the disciple standing by the mother, his testimony accompanies Mary’s testimony.
She is also a disciple that follows her Son to the cross. She is giving her
spiritual sons and daughters the example of a firm witness
who follows
the Master’s footsteps, even as in her heart surely she remembered the words of
Simeon, “and a sword shall pierce your heart”.
Let’s hold
the joy and sorrow, lamentation and vision of the new earth and new heaven
together in a bobbly ball in our hands and hearts, living in the knowledge that
despite what emotions and thoughts rise within us we are held by Mother God
through the Spirit.
I do like
this reflection.
A Fault in the Design?
When God was creating mothers, he was deep in
his sixth day of overtime. An angel appeared and said, ‘You’re doing a lot of
fiddling around on this one.’ And God answered, ‘Look at the requirement on
this order and you’ll understand why. She has to be completely washable but not
plastic. Have 180 movable parts, each one replaceable. Run on black coffee and
leftovers. Have a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a
disappointed love affair. And have six pairs of hands.’
The angel shook her head, ‘Six pairs of hands?
That’s not possible even for you, O God.’ ‘It’s not the hands that are causing
me problems,’ replied the L ORD. ‘It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers are
supposed to have.’ ‘Are the three pairs of eyes supposed to be on the standard
model?’ asked the angel. The Lord nodded gravely. ‘One pair that sees through
closed doors when she asks, “What are you kids doing in there?” - even though
she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head that sees what she’s
not supposed to see but what she has to know about. And of course the ones here
in front that can look at a child when he does something really silly and
reflect, “I understand and I love you.” even thought she doesn’t utter a word.’
‘Lord,’ said the angel gently, ‘get some rest.
Tomorrow…. try again.’ ‘I can’t,’ said the Lord. ‘I’m so close to creating
something so similar to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she
is sick, can feed a family of six on three hundred grams of mince, and get a nine-year-old
to stay under a shower for an incredible two minutes.
The angel circled the model of the mother very
slowly and sighed, ‘It’s much too soft dear God.’ ‘Soft, yes, but tough too,’
said the Lord excitedly. ‘You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure.’
‘Can it think?’ asked the angel. ‘Not only think,’ said the Creator, ‘ it can
also reason and compromise.’ Finally, the angel bent over and ran her fingers
across the cheek. ‘There’s a leak,’ she said suddenly. ‘I told you that you were
trying to put too much into this model. You can’t ignore the stress factor.’
The Lord moved in for a closer look and gently
lifted the drop of moisture to his finger where it glistened and sparkled in
the light. ‘It’s not a leak,’ God said. ‘It’s a tear.’ The angel looked
puzzled, ‘A tear? What’s that for?’ ‘It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment,
compassion, pain, loneliness, and pride.’ ‘You are a genius,’ said the angel
rapturously.
The Lord looked sombre and said, ‘I didn’t put
it there.’
From the book
‘Gatherings’ by Bronwen Wild. The reading “And God created Mothers” by Erma
Bombeck is on p18.
And I was given this verse this week by Liz,
which all of us male and female can use to encourage the youngsters we come
into contact with in our daily lives. It holds a positive rather than a
negative vision unlike the one the media gives out. Tell the children they are
special, what better encouragement can we all give to our young people than
that, to build them up in the journey of life.
In twenty
years’ time...
People will
not ask the children of 2020 if they caught up with their studies.
They will
not ask them what grades they made, despite the year off school.
They will
ask them with wonder ‘what was it like?’
They will
ask them ‘how did you cope?’
‘How did you
feel?’
‘What do you
remember of those days?”
They will
listen in awe to the tales of clapping on doorsteps for the medical workers.
They will
sit open-mouthed to hear of daily walks being the only life we saw and how much
we missed human contact and gatherings.
They will be
amazed to know about empty supermarkets, online concerts, birthdays spent on a
screen and a life lived inside.
They will
listen, then sit back with amazement and say, ‘Wow. You went through so much.’
So think about
what you would like your children to take away from this whole year.
Tell them
they are not behind.
Tell them
they are not missing out.
Tell them
they are extremely special indeed and they will be forever made stronger by
this unique time.
Tell them catching
up is not even a thing because they have grown so much in so many other ways.
Remind them
too of the fun stuff, the family jigsaws, the window rainbows, the zoom bingo.
The feeling
of safety and togetherness amidst the chaos.
Let them
take that thought with them through life.
Change the
narrative now and it will travel far.
Tell the
children they are not behind.
They are
special.
They are
special. By Donna Ashworth
Author of
History Will Remember Painting by Samantha Shirley
And lastly
from our Morning Prayer this meditation seems good to share with you. Be
Blessed Rev Georgina.
A Mediation
for Lent
I am not
here to pass judgement
or point the finger at anyone.
My name was written in the sand
as one who is forgiven.
Strengthened with hope, impervious to shame,
I will walk freely like the freshness
of the dry lands after rain.
Let light
spill out of heaven
through my life,
dispelling mediocrity and silent blame.
Too many people, guilt-stricken, wounded,
walk in regret,
feeling bad about failing,
apologise even for breathing.
Raw belief,
a passion for others
grows in me,
encircling each moment
with instinctive prayer.
I will carry the freshness
of the dry lands after rain.
Compassion lives in me again. By Andy
Raine
June's Letter
Dear Friends
“For several decades a spiritual awakening
among Algeria’s Berber or Amazigh people has been producing the fastest-growing
Christian community in the Arabic-speaking region. Since the network’s first broadcasts in 1996,
SAT-7 has resourced this vibrant Church, initially with our Arabic programmes
and, since 2012, with broadcasts in the Berber Kabyle dialect.”
This is a quotation from Sat-7’s magazine
published a year ago.
SAT-7 is a UK based charity dedicated
to growing Church in the Middle East and North Africa, serving the
community, and contributing to the good of society and culture.
Their aim is to provide the churches
and Christians of the Middle East and North Africa (MENA) an opportunity to
witness to Jesus Christ through inspirational, informative, and educational
television services.
Algeria was one of the places I visited on
Wednesday 10th February 2021, via Zoom and courtesy of SAT-7. The Protestant Church of Algeria was first
registered in 1974 but had to wait till 2011 for legal recognition. Then in 2017 the gradual closure of churches
began – despite freedom of religion guaranteed by Algeria’s constitution. This movement to close churches continues. On
Wednesday, George Makeen, Programming Manager spoke of the church being strong
and growing but much in need of support.
Leaving Algeria I moved on to Lebanon and to
Beirut in particular. Lebanon has been
at peace for 30 years, but economic mismanagement and mass protests have put
its creaking political system under greater pressure than at any time since the
civil war. This is an area I have been interested in for a long time. It is now just six months since the terrible
explosion close to the port. The SAT-7
office and broadcasting centre was situated near the site of the explosion. Fortunately
none of the staff were injured, but they were out quickly, serving food to
rescue workers. The city has been badly
hit by the Covid 19 pandemic. Citizens
are being taken to hospital by frantic relatives trying to save lives. Many are dying in their cars before being
admitted to hospital and hospitals have run out of oxygen, yet oxygen is
available on the black market!
Next to Iran and the story of Dani a young man
who loved and worshipped God through his Muslim faith. He was a serious and honourable young man,
but, like many young people, he began to question his faith. He felt there was something missing. So he
tried various other routes to worship but remained dissatisfied. His Mother, concerned for her son, placed a
book on the table for him to consider.
The book was a copy of the New Testament. Through an interpreter, he talked about
how his life was changed. He has trained to take on leadership roles
and is working towards assisting other young people to find their way through
Christ.
This was quite a visit to the Middle East and
left me with many troublesome thoughts. But the most important thing I remember
is the amazing joyfulness evident in the lives of these young people, and I
would emphasise YOUNG. Despite all the
hardships they suffer every day of their lives, their love for and worship of
Jesus is so real. They were indeed
“lights of the world”.
It made me question why, in this country where
worshipping God is so easy, requires no effort and certainly no risk to life,
is there no joyfulness. Yes, we are
saddened by the closure of Churches, but even when they are open, I do not
detect the sort of joyful, light giving pleasure
and thankfulness seen among those for whom worship is a risk to life and limb.
We talk of “returning to normal” when we are
again free from current restrictions.
But I am not sure I want to return to “normal” as before. I want to be part of a Christian community
which expresses, through daily activities, the light of Christ in a darkened
world. And to show the joyful character
of those whose lives are changed.
June Foster
Sunday Letter 7 May
Benefice of St Mary’s Chard, Combe St
Nicholas, Wambrook and Whitestaunton
7th
March – 3rd Sunday of Lent
Dear Friends
‘For the
foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is
stronger than human strength.’
The passage
from 1 Corinthians which is one of our readings today is one of immense power
and also one that speaks to the unique quality of Christianity.
I was
listening to a fascinating history programme this week, concerning the Egyptian
Pharaoh, Akhenaten. At some point during
his reign as Pharaoh he declared that the god, Aten, was the only god, moving
away from the centuries old practice of worshipping multiple gods. He had temples and palaces built to Aten and
took the name Akhenaten, meaning ‘the spirit of Aten’.
His vision
of the only god was of one of great power who demanded worship and absolute
obedience. Aten was, for Akhenaten, a
supreme leader and being.
All through
history gods have been feared and worshipped and sacrifices made to them, but
Christianity is unique among religions because we believe that God loved
humanity so much that he himself became the ultimate sacrifice on the cross.
I personally
believe that Christianity is good for our emotional and spiritual well-being
because God, in Jesus, completely experienced our brokenness and entered into
it so that he might mend us. He became
weak on behalf of all our weaknesses and took upon himself all of our wilful
wrongdoing.
This may
well be looked upon as weak and foolish by many. But, of course, the story doesn’t end
there. What looks like God’s folly and
weakness in Jesus’ death on the cross, is transformed into something else
completely through the resurrection.
Through the lens of the resurrection the crucifixion does not look like weakness
at all, but the way to freedom and new life.
So, our own
weakness and brokenness is no longer the end of the story because God himself
has taken it all upon himself and offers back to us the chance of forgiveness
and transformation. That does not sound like foolishness, but the ultimate
wisdom, full of grace and mercy.
I enclose
with this letter, a letter from June Foster which makes for a fascinating and
moving read. The young people she
describes, joyfully worshipping God in places where they put themselves in
danger, may be accused by some of foolishness.
But they have the experience and belief in God’s transforming power and
strength and that, in my book, makes them very wise indeed.
I finish
with this lovely poem by Kate McIlhagga:
Into the
dark world
A snowdrop
comes,
A blessing
of hope and peace
Carrying
within it a green heart:
Symbol of
God’s renewing love.
Come to
inhabit our darkness, Lord Christ,
For dark and
light are alike to you.
May nature’s
white candles of hope
Remind us of
your birth
And lighten
our journey
Through Lent
and beyond.
Every
blessing
Ann