Sin – A sermon for Passion Sunday, evensong, 18th March 2018 St Mary’s evensong (not preached due to snow!)

Very occasionally when watching an old film, usually set in London, the street scene will include a man with a sandwich board declaring something like “Repent your sins, the end is nigh”. The only sandwich board I have seen in real life is some poor chap who stands on the A303 somewhere near Andover advertising a pub during opening hours. Like the sandwich board men who have disappeared so has discussion about sin. The church plays it down nowadays perhaps because people see the church as judgemental, goody-goody, and self-righteous if it does call sin out.

There are of course many types of outpourings of sin, of the Ten Commandments written down by Moses, eight are things you must not do. The two readings tonight seem to me to be about stubbornness and disobedience. The king refuses to accept that God is supreme and Adam of course went and ate the apple from the tree when he had been told specifically not to.

I don’t think many of us set out deliberately to sin do we? Do you get up in the morning and think “I’m going to be really bad today”? But there are times in life where we come up against it almost as a dare or just because we wish to rebel. Honour they father and mother is one of the two commandments that doesn’t have a “not” in it, but oh, what an opportunity there is to “not” honour your mother and father. My mother, a primary school teacher who I and Margaret both had the unfortunate opportunity to be taught by, was exceptionally good at pointing out what we should not do. Given this I spent 3 years of my life finding as many opportunities as possible to rebel against her instructions. I may have shared this before. Given we lived in Grantham in Lincolnshire; you may wonder why the school decided that the year four trip would be to Whipsnade Zoo in Bedfordshire. Over 100 eleven year olds cooped up in coaches on one of the hottest days of the year for several hours. We had all been given some pocket money to enable us to but a souvenir but we were instructed, by Mrs Ward, that the one thing we were absolutely not allowed to buy was a pen-knife. Well, challenge laid down, I set off for the gift shop to locate the pen-knives, made a purchase and whilst showing it to my friends cut my finger so badly that eventually I had to own up for fear my life-blood was ebbing away. Needless to say this resulted in the wrath of mother and endless threats as to what she would do to me for several weeks to come. It was, however, the best pen-knife I ever had; I discovered when she eventually reunited it with me. Was it worth it – you bet your life it was. I was the hero of the hour. Have I repented – no.

But disobedience can get us into far worse trouble than a cut finger and being grounded. Fortunately for us though, disobedience to God gets us into far less trouble than it did in Old Testament times. For the Old Testament is full of the vengeful God, the God that punishes, the God that brings terrible things to bear on those who disobey him. If we had started this service at the beginning, instead of where we now do, we would have all repented of our sins, meekly kneeling on our knees, as the prayer book puts it. And here’s the big difference. One act of utter obedience changed the whole relationship we have with God. The only person “without sin” gave up his life so that God would begin a new covenant with us which allows us to be forgiven, no matter what the sin. He didn’t need to go to Jerusalem when he knew the chief-priests were after him. He didn’t need to announce his arrival in such an obvious way which wound them up even more. He didn’t need to stay there when he knew Judas Iscariot was going to betray him, and he may well have been released by Pilate if he had answered his questions differently. But he knew what he had been asked to do – he says to God “if you can take this away, please do so”, but when God doesn’t he stays the course, he is obedient to the last and he suffers the most terrible fate as a result.

But does this really give us carte blanche to do whatever we want to because we know we can have the slate wiped clean? That rule doesn’t apply in society does it? Well, the cynic might say it does when you look at the list of possible crimes that can be committed before action is taken, especially with car crime and robbery. In some places now the police won’t even attend a burglary because they argue they are too stretched to do so. But in general society still exacts punishment for crime. Despite what I’ve just said, our prison population is as high as it has ever been. In secular life we don’t forgive as readily as God forgives. Just take the case of John Warboys, the convicted rapist, due to be released after serving his sentence. Only now are ways being found to try to get him for other crimes so he is never released. Of course the difficulty we have is that unlike God, we have no way of knowing if that person has utterly repented and has changed. The only way we will find out is if he or she is released and then what happens as a result and of course if it goes wrong, out will come the knives. But clearly God will forgive that person. Jesus does exactly that as he hangs on the cross, telling the repentant criminal hanging next to him that he will go to paradise. My guess is that Jesus saw into his soul and saw the absolute repentance of that man.

Where does that leave us then? And of course we are not just talking about simple disobedience now are we, for sin can manifest itself in much more evil ways. Clearly we can forgive huge sins. Just look at some of the reconciliations between allied and German or Japanese soldiers from the second war who have surpassed the hatred to form bonds which have lasted until death. Torture has been forgiven in the name of peace and being able to move on. But it can’t be easy can it? How does a mother forgive someone who has murdered her son, yet it happens.

Fortunately few of us will ever be placed in such situations but we do face sin every day in our lives. People hurt us, people say things which cut into us, sometimes it is intentional, and sometimes it’s just carelessness of actions or thoughts. Families are torn apart, relationships ruined, over relatively trivial things, because sometimes we would rather keep the hurt than let it go. How many times have I heard, “I have a brother but we haven’t spoken since…” I come from a tiny family. I knew my parents, two of my grandparents and I had an aunt and an uncle. All my other relatives were a more distant link than that. I didn’t have the opportunity of brothers, sisters, cousins and I’m certain I lost out as a result. I married into a huge family and now I have a reasonably significant one of my own, three children with spouses and almost six grandchildren. I look at families that have split and I wonder, how could that have happened, how could they have lost something so precious? Things have happened in the family I am now part of in the past which could have caused rifts but I thank God that every time at least one person on the wrong end of the issue has been gracious enough to forgive.

So I guess my message is this. From one sinner to another, and I very rarely dispense advice, but I’m going to make an exception tonight. Over the next two weeks we will watch Jesus take the most excruciating journey, the ultimate sacrifice for every one of us here, a man without sin, nailed to a cross and left to die in agony, for us – to give us the chance to start again, to be free of all the things that mark us. So tonight I leave you with this – if there is a hurt you can forgive, if there is something which has separated you from another – forgive it, let it go, especially if it stemmed from some petty disobedience, for God has forgiven our disobedience time and again, and will continue to do so as long as we ask for it. Amen.

Death and new life – a sermon preached by Mark Ward at Hale on 18th March 2018

There’s no two ways about it, the gospel reading today isn’t full of joy although it does end with Jesus offering hope to those who follow him. Why isn’t it joyful, because it’s about death. It is said that there are three topics to keep away from avoiding conflict, discussions that talk about sex, politics or religion, but I’d also add another which we don’t like to talk about – death. It’s a paradox in many ways because it is the one thing that we will all end up doing at some point, so in many ways it is the most normal and natural thing, but the logic of that argument doesn’t take into account the things that make us human – relationships, love, trust, reliance on each other – all the stuff that comes from the heart. Whilst it is completely normal when it happens it hurts because all the stuff of relationship is lost and the greater the relationship, the more it hurts those left behind.

I make no secret that when my great friend Andrew died just over 3 years ago, I struggled for months. I ended up finding someone I could talk to about it because I could not come to terms with it. That made me feel guilty at the time – he was my friend, but he wasn’t my husband or my father, what right did I have to feel so lost? I came to realise with help that it isn’t the level of relationship that regulates grief; it’s the depth of it. Andrew and I clicked at a level where we had a deep trust of each other. He enabled me to sing in public, he was there as a sounding board if I needed one and I for him, and we both loved single malt whisky in equal measure but I suspect the latter wasn’t the root of our relationship. It turned out he wasn’t “just” a friend, he was everything a friend could be, and I was poleaxed by his loss. So whilst death is an everyday occurrence it is far from simple to deal with when it happens to someone you are close to.

I don’t know if it is the case or not, but if we spoke about death more, perhaps it would be less scary. But is it also the case that if we really told each other what our relationships mean we might feel more comforted when we lose someone. How often have you heard someone say “I wish I had told them that…”, or “I never got so say…” I have no idea if the British are more reserved than other nations, but we do seem to have a tendency not to express our feelings good or bad. We don’t whoop like the Americans, we don’t wail when in deep distress like many eastern and African people do. Just think about the last disaster you witnessed on the news in somewhere like Egypt, husband, wives, mothers, wailing in deep, deep anguish, but that isn’t our way is it. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry” we often hear when someone breaks down during a eulogy – why – why do we feel ashamed to show our grief?

So when the Greeks came visiting Jesus I suspect they were somewhat taken aback when he started to tell them he was about to snuff it. They had heard of his miracles and the amazing things he had done and suddenly he started to talk about his death. I wonder what their reaction was?

But he wasn’t just talking about his actual death I don’t think, nor just about anyone’s actual death. He was also talking about the loss of opportunity when we fail to grasp it. A plant grows, it produces fruit and seed and it dies – it has gone, yet if we plant the seed next year and it grows then the old plant lives on too, its death has brought life. How often do we cling on to something which is only just about alive because we are too frightened to let it go and replace it with something which will bring so much more.

Through my dealings within the deanery I am involved in working out how we re-use the ordained post that we release at Hyde which has been gifted to New Milton. It was clear that the post at Hyde whilst doing good, could never have the impact that it can have in New Milton. So we worked out how to look after Hyde, Harbridge and Ellingham differently, and in effect the post of vicar died.The plan is to start a new resource church in New Milton – a church plant and use the now dead vicar’s post as the person who will lead this new church, but we had to let one thing go to start another.

The reason we can start a resource church in Milton is because two other deaths already happened. St Swithun’s church in Bournemouth had closed, first as a CofE and then as a free church. It was empty but it was surrounded by many students and young people. Holy Trinity Brompton, the founders of Alpha took a leap of faith, took the building on and sent some of their people to start a renewed church and now in its fourth year it has over 600 mainly young people worshipping every Sunday. A short while later St Clement’s church in Bournemouth was also about to close. Its congregation of a few older people had decided they could no longer continue. St Swithun’s was asked if there was any way it could help and so they planted into St Clement’s which is still open and now has over 100 worshippers each Sunday. But there is a twist to this. St Clement’s still had that small faithful group of older people and the people from St Swithun’s knew their brand of worship wouldn’t suit those people, so as well as introducing all the new stuff, they honoured and kept the existing and they even increased the number of times the existing was available, so now that church which was at death’s door is flourishing and still giving life to those who had remained faithful to it. Whilst it didn’t die, it took the congregation to decide that their way of life might have to go if survival was to happen.

So what do we cling onto – a job we can do but we don’t enjoy, a relationship that isn’t all it should be, a house that costs us every penny we earn but which isn’t a home, material stuff so we can keep up with next door, but which doesn’t make us happy. And why, mainly because we are afraid of letting it die because we don’t know how that will make us feel and we fear change and we fear loss even though whatever it is might be causing us pain – “better the devil you know”. I don’t tell you this to make me look good, but when I left HSBC several people I knew who I thought were really fulfilled and who had big houses and nice cars, who I thought might judge me, came up to me and said “I wish I’d had the courage to do that because what I do really doesn’t fulfil me” and I was shocked.

So back to the reading – if Jesus hadn’t died, our slate wouldn’t have been wiped clean, we would still have the relationship of the Old Testament people with God, a vengeful God who visited retribution. But it’s not like that for us is it – we can mess up time after time after time and ask to be forgiven and we are, but what pain did Jesus have to endure for our sake? New life was given that day, Christians were born as we now are because Jesus put away the bad stuff and bargained for us a new relationship with God and as a result, as it says in the reading, “the ruler of this world”, what we might call the devil or evil, became less powerful. Yes evil still exists but we have the power in God to overcome it.

And personally – what should we let die so we can spring forth new life – what conversations should we have to make dealing with real death more bearable? What should we do as a church? It is said we are slowly dying, so what do we let go, and what do we dare to do instead. Do the maybe 500 or so of us that make up the worshippers in Avon Valley need 7 churches, no we don’t, but can we bear to part with any of them – for that is like a death. Buildings are very important, they witness to the world that we are here, they hold memories of changes in our lives, baptisms, weddings, funerals and much more, but at the end of the day WE are the church and it might be that we need to define ourselves differently in 2018 to 1818 or 1518 if we are to do God’s work in these places. I’m not suggesting it has to happen, but I do think it’s a conversation we should have, death and all its trappings are difficult to deal with, especially if we can’t bring ourselves to talk about them. But if we can what amazing things might happen as a result?


A sermon on faith preached by Mark Ward, St Mary’s Fordingbridge, 25th February, evenson

I guess it’s not strange that when I read the two readings set for this evening, I thought, “I’ve spoken about all of this before”, the subject matter being faith.

A number of you here are roughly the age Abram was when God commanded him to up-sticks and move his family to a faraway land. For most people the age of 75 denotes a time to settle down, not to start on another new journey. I reckon if I had been Abram I might have decided to stay put. But he didn’t. For some reason he heard and he believed and he obeyed. And of course it didn’t stop there did it, not long after he and his equally aged wife were expecting a child – that must have been quite a shock.

The musings that follow are utterly mine and I don’t ask you to agree with any or all of them, some I have already voiced before.

To have faith in our society in this place is a very simple and straightforward thing to do. Yes some people might wonder why you come here and believe in someone you’ve never seen but the worst most people will think of you is that you are a bit strange. No one is going to come knocking on the door in the middle of the night and drag any of us away because we believe in God.

The attitude to faith, to Christianity, is quite benign in this country and in some ways I think that’s a real issue for us. Because if we come here, say nothing controversial and go about our lives without worrying others, we will be easily tolerated, because we can be easily ignored.

It is only when one of our leaders does something controversial that the non-Christian community pricks up its ears – the Archbishop makes a political point and is roundly told off, even though he is by right a member of the highest form of government in the land, or the Pope makes some amazing gesture which appeals to the media for a few days and then everything returns to normal.

So what place does faith have in our lives? Some people come to places like this out of curiosity, for some it’s little more than a comfortable habit, perhaps an escape from the world, for others the hour or more they spend it such places per week is a chance to meet with God, and for others it is a place they come to as part of a complete life built around the God they worship. Now I suspect we all fall into that spectrum somewhere and we have been in different places at times in our lives.

I probably shouldn’t pick on Gary, but he’s an easy target – suppose next Sunday you are all here and Gary says “God came to me in a dream overnight and he has told me that we all have to sell everything we have because we are going to start a new Christian mission in Middlesbrough. Do you believe Gary is a faithful servant of Christ?  – I do, and then what if John or Kate came in and said “I’ve had the same dream” – what would we do, what would you do? Would you follow Gary’s lead believing he really did hear from God? It wasn’t just Abram who upped and left because he heard God – his whole family went as well.

Or suppose something happened akin to Len Deighton’s SS-GB whereby this country was invaded not by a Nazi regime but by a pagan regime that banned the practice of our faith? Would you go out there and stand up for it or would you decide that a quiet life which didn’t include meeting to worship God was the best option?

Of course we don’t know the answers to any of this until we are tested do we? And in my lifetime we certainly haven’t been tested.

So it begs the question, should we make something happen? We know our numbers in this country are in decline, but we still come here, so it must mean something to us. Are we going to fight for it or are we going to let it go to the grave a little more every time Mr Newman is called upon to despatch one of us? (For the sake of balance other funeral directors are available.)

Let’s list some issues; of course we don’t see so many because we live here but what about:

  • Knife crime;
  • Deep seated poverty;
  • Racism;

And the things we do see

  • Families ripped apart
  • Injustice
  • The health service teetering on the brink.

Are these issues ones which we should be actively involved in trying to resolve because we have a faith in God who tells us to love everyone? Is that part of our faith, or is our faith limited only to praying for the world. Don’t get me wrong, prayer is a very powerful thing and a huge part of what we are, but we only have to look at Jesus’s own life to see that prayer was just one side of the coin – did he only pray for Zacchaeus? Did he only pray for the Samaritan woman at the well? No he didn’t – he got involved, he got his hands dirty in both cases and many more. He intervened. Neither of them were a massive threat to him or to those around, he could have let both incidents go, but he chose not to because he felt compelled to help those people live a different life. What about us?

In case you think I’m building up to a big ending with a blindingly obvious answer, I’m sorry I’m not. It’s easy to stand here and spout at you all. Some may go home and say, “well there he was, ranting again, never mind it’s Rachel next week”, some might email Gary and say “can’t you change his tune or ask him to keep his thoughts to himself” and others may go home and switch on “Call the Midwife” and forget everything I said. My point though is this – I don’t know any more than any of you what we should do, but I guess that’s at the heart of it – our faith drives us individually. God talks to us all in different ways and for different reasons and it is up to us to answer that call in whatever way we decide is the right one. Some of us might get an extra nudge like Jonah – “try running away from me and I’ll keep after you Jonah” says God and Jonah finally gets the message, but in my experience, in this age, he puts few of us to such a severe test.

Due to the way my diary has worked out, I have written this several weeks before I shall deliver it, and before the P.C.C. meets to deliberate on what our response in faith is to the gift of the Lillington legacy. For me it’s not about how it is spent, but what we have decided our purpose is here in this place at this time. Let me reiterate my earlier warning before I finish – this is just my opinion and is one of many, but if all we do with that money is to keep this place in tip-top order, beautiful though it is, then for me we will have wasted a massive opportunity to be faithful. If however we spend that same money doing something to this place which is based on welcoming others to us, looking after them, responding to their needs, allowing us to go out to them in Jesus’s name, well, that’s a very different matter.

Abram stepped out in faith and was richly rewarded in due course, but he had to take that first step into the unknown. Do we have that faith?


A sermon on servanthood preached by Mark Ward on 25th February, at Lyndhurst

Being a servant isn’t as common now as it used to be. When my father was young, just about 100 years ago, being in service was common, whether it be at a big house or as the person who “did” for the doctor or some other local professional or business person. One of my aunts was a housekeeper for a doctor in a small seaside town called Sutton-on-Sea in Lincolnshire, and because of that I have been a part of a Scripture Union beach mission since I was eleven. One of my uncles was a butler and in the second war he became the personal valet to a general, neither ever leaving the U.K, and it appears from his postcards to his mother, they spent much time roughing it in the castles of Scotland.


But being “in service” is much less usual now although there are still people who have enough wealth to employ housekeepers and gardeners. Being a servant implies that you are not free – perhaps the situation isn’t quite as bad as being a slave  but the servant’s time is very much dictated by their employer. Both Hudson and Carson of Upstairs, Downstairs and of Downton fame, may have been master of all those below stairs but both still had to jump even when the lowliest member of upstairs told them to.


But notice in the reading that Jesus refers to all of his true followers as servants – “whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it”. He might mean the actual loss of life but I think he also means giving up living your life for your own benefit – become my servant, live your life according to my wishes and you will prosper, you will be more satisfied and fulfilled.


What do we think about that? How do you live your life – do you live it for yourself or for Jesus? When I was in my teens Margaret Thatcher came to power. I was living in the town which had been her home – Grantham, and my mother-in-law went to school with Margaret Roberts, as she was then. My mother-in-law, Mary, seldom has a harsh word about anyone but she reserved a few for Margaret Roberts, who clearly she didn’t take to. Mrs Thatcher and her lieutenants were very keen to make us all responsible for ourselves, “get on your bike” as Mr Tebbit once put it – their philosophy, it seemed to me, was all about “me, me, me” and not society or community.


I’m reading a book about rural ministry at the moment and the book suggests that many people who attend church are more likely to volunteer elsewhere in society than those who do not have a faith. That’s not to say volunteers only come from Christian or faith backgrounds, but it is a more prevalent activity amongst people of faith than of the whole population. Is that surprising to us then if we are already servants of God?


Of course it’s easy to sign up to as long as it doesn’t affect your life unduly. We might get some satisfaction out of cooking for the luncheon club or volunteering at the food bank but just suppose a real change is brought to bear – what then?


I’m preaching at evensong in St Mary’s Fordingbridge this evening, a sermon I wrote before I was asked if I could come to be with you today and it’s about faith and believing. In it I have said this – do you believe that Gary our vicar is a person of faith – I’m guessing you do. So suppose next week he stands here and says, “I’ve had a message from God – we are all to sell everything and we as a congregation are to move to Middlesbrough and start a new mission church.” In the congregation are two more clergy who volunteer to work in our patch and they stand up and say “I had that message too”. My question to my congregation tonight is – what are you going to do? Will you go home and accept that God has spoken and that you are servants of his and sell up, or will you come up with a million reasons why you can’t do it a bit like the excuses Jesus encountered from some of those he asked to follow him?


I guess most people would accept your reasons for not going as being perfectly valid but if that really is the test of being a true follower, carrying your own cross – could you – could I really do it?


It doesn’t surprise me that our numbers have dwindled over recent decades, because the Church hasn’t seemed very relevant to wider society, the church hasn’t engaged. I generalise of course. In some inner cities the Church is the one place that has cared for the least and the lost but even then it doesn’t often result in a full church on Sunday. But in recent years things have changed. Take the rise of the foodbank for example. I should declare here and now that until 2 weeks ago I was the interim CEO of the Trussell Trust which supports 430 foodbanks across the UK. Every one of that 430 was started by a group of churches – it was a response from the Christian community to the poverty of so many of our fellow citizens. To be fair the momentum came from the free churches first and especially the majority black churches but gradually even we, the good old CofE caught up. Is the need for foodbanks a good thing – clearly not, but the fact is they are needed and the bigger fact is, it was the Christian population of this country which stood up and did something about it, in service to those who needed that help, free, without charge, without any form of response. That’s why we have a health service and an education system because it was all started by people of faith who understood the need to serve others.


So like or hate foodbanks – the Christian community is now relevant to society at large again – we aren’t just preachers, we are doers and many who volunteer in such places feel a real sense of worth as a result.


Which brings me to one of my favourite passages from the bible in the book of James, chapter two. The writer says – if you go to church every week, even every day, and praise God, and then you walk out of here, see someone in trouble and simply wish them well and walk on, then you might just as well have not been to church at all. He is clear that whilst we must worship God, we must also serve him and we do so by serving those around us – let me finish with another passage from Matthew – so Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty, naked or in prison – and the Lord replied, whatever you did for one of these sisters and brothers you did for me.


“If anyone wants to come with me”, he told them, “he must forget self, carry his cross, and follow me”. Amen.

“I was there” a sermon preached in Godshill and Hale by Mark Ward, Epiphany 3, 21 Jan 2018

Do you remember Max Boyce – Welsh singer and comedian, still with us fortunately but no longer the feature of Saturday evening entertainment shows? Max, like his immediate peer, that other expert observer of ordinary life, Jasper Carrot, (and I was reminded of Pam Ayres whilst at Godshill) was a master of the shaggy dog story, able to make people belly laugh about observations of the totally ordinary. Jasper did it in his Black Country twang and Max in his sing-song south Wales lilt. Max would tell vivid stories like the famous win when Llanelli beat New Zealand, and at the end of the story he would declare, “I know, cos I was there”.

Do you know where you were on 22nd November 1963? Apparently many people do remember – (death of JFK)? I wasn’t quite two so maybe I can be forgiven for not remembering. But I can remember watching England win the world cup in 1966. My dad was decorating the living room of our tiny bungalow in the less fashionable suburb of Brighton called Portslade. It has combed plaster ceilings that looked a bit like shells but every section was different and the light caught them all differently which meant dad had to put a pencil mark on every section so he knew if he had painted it or not. The carpet and the 3 piece suite were covered in dustsheets and old curtains but the screen of the TV, rented from Radio Rentals, black and white, was not covered. I watched the whole match from the top of the folding wooden steps, which we only said goodbye to when he died aged 89 many years later. I now see similar ones in hip shops for sale as trendy shelving for several hundreds of pounds, however I digress.

But we do remember certain important things and our relationships to them, disasters, deaths and other out of this world events? I know where I was when I heard that the Herald of Free Enterprise had sunk, when John Smith died, and also Princess Diana.

So imagine you had been at that wedding in Cana and that you had seen the miracle of Jesus turning water into the finest Galilean version of Chateauneuf du Pape you has ever tasted. What would you have thought – trickster, some kind of magician. I doubt you would have thought – “ah ha – Saviour of the world”, but then when we meet someone for the first time who over a longer period becomes something famous, we have no idea of what they are going to be. I didn’t see Susan Boyle on “Britain’s got Talent” but I have watched a clip of the moment she stopped talking to Simon Cowell and then uttered her first faultless note, how wrong did they get her from first impressions. I wonder how wrong the people at the wedding got Jesus?

Of course he had many more “I was there” moments, what if you had witnessed him the day his earthly parents lost him at the temple – what would you have thought “typical 12 year old – needs a good clip around the ear for being so insolent and uncaring” – because that is how it must have come across “oh for goodness sake – where did you think I would be, don’t you get it, even after you both were visited by angels and then we had those rich blokes from the east who brought the gold, the frankincense (or frank as my 3 ½ year old grand-daughter Hannah insists) and myrrh – have you really forgotten who I am?” I don’t know if he used those words but that must have been going through his head.

And years later it carries on, healings, resurrections, mass feedings and then of course the ultimate appearances, the triumphal arrival on a donkey and the final appearance nailed to a cross, or so it seemed, until 3 days later.

What would you give to be able to say “I was there”?

Here we are just 4 weeks after Christmas, we have moved from Jesus the baby, to Jesus right at the beginning of his ministry. In just 10 weeks we will be standing here or elsewhere on Easter Sunday, a lifetime in 14 weeks, what a whirlwind.

But of course we weren’t there were we, we didn’t see any of it, it didn’t even take place in our country, we haven’t been able to get any of it on youtube to watch – yet here we are today and millions like us around the world even if we are a bit short on numbers here.

So how is it he lives on, well because he lives on in you and in me, in who we are, in what we do, because we come here and we remember week in and week out, because we do other stuff, smaller than his deeds but no less real for that – we collect food for the hungry, we go to visit those who are ill or alone, or lost, we pray, we remember. It really doesn’t matter that we can’t turn water into wine, that we can’t do miracles, although in many ways we do – miracles can be a phone call, a touch on the arm, a bowl of soup. But the key is – it’s not about us, it’s not about who we are but in whose name we do these things, what defines us our service in God’s name to others just as his actions at that wedding were not for his own benefit but for the host who was about to be highly embarrassed by the wine cock-up.

So who is it that we really want to be able to say “I was there”?

“And the righteous will answer him; when, Lord, did we ever see you hungry and feed you or thirsty and give you a drink? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you? The King will reply, I tell you whenever you did this for one of the least important of these sisters or brothers of mine, YOU did it for me.”

We want Jesus to be able to say “I was there” when we act in his name, when we do something unexpected, when we pick up the pieces that no-one else will pick up.

So to borrow from Max Boyce and offer this as something Jesus might say now:

When you visited the sick and the lonely,

When you fed the kids who were hungry,

When you helped build the bakery in Kinkiizi

When you had that conversation that wasn’t easy

When you remembered those killed a hundred years ago

When you welcomed in those you didn’t know

When you comforted those who had lost their brother

When you helped the addict to recover

When you left this house open for the rough sleeper

When you became the peace keeper

When you did all of this in my name