Seeker

Do you hate trite answers to deep questions? From babyhood we construct mental patterns to help make sense of what is around us. With language we gain (illusory) control of the world. By 3 or 4 we ask questions that begin 'why' as often as with 'what'. Some of the 'why' questions are easily answered, some not. I think one of the tasks of adulthood is to go on asking questions and learn to live with questions with no answers, or no answers yet. This also applies to maturing in faith. Most of the world's religions provide some answer to the difficult questions of life or a way of living with them that gives meaning and purpose. I believe God is the Creator of all that there is. This gives rise to some of the biggest questions - and I'm not talking about any supposed conflict between scientific and Biblical ideas of the origins of the universe and humanity's place within it. The biggest question for me is 'why suffering?' When suffering

Back in 1999, when on retreat as a deacon about to be ordained priest and feeling inadequate for the changed role ahead, these words from the prophet Micah were given to me.  "He has told you, O mortal, what is good;   and what does the Lord require of you   but to do justice,   and to love kindness,   and to walk humbly with your God?  "        Micah 6:8  These words have remained in my heart and often come back to me, sometimes as re-assurance as they did on that retreat, sometimes as inspiration and challenge.  You don't have to be a Christian to take these words seriously and see their implications for faith in action -  how to relate to God and one another as human beings.  This morning I read the text of a speech given yesterday by Archbishop  Eliud Wabukala to the London Leadership Conference of Gafcon  ( Gafcon stands for Global Anglican Future Conference. The first one was held in Jerusalem in 2008. The next one is planned for 2013. You c

I've been thinking about language that demeans  others - so this cartoon caught my eye. One of the things that bugs me is when people refer to adult women as 'girls'. It is usually men who do this and it can seem patronising and belittling. As I wrote this I remembered that I've just renewed my subscription to the '... Old Girls' Association' without batting an eyelid. Well, it is a school for girls and I was a girl when I was a pupil there - but should I start a campaign for a name change for the association? Any WOGA members reading this? We women can be equally guilty of using belittling terms for men. A recent public example was the UK MP Nadine Dorries who accused the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer as being "posh arrogant boys" .  It's all about the power games people play of course and women are just as capable of putting down men as men can put down women. Her comment was matronizing, snobbish and belittling. Wh

Although I have always lived in England I am apathetic about England's Patron saint St George. The nearest I've got to celebrating St George's Day today is to officiate at a funeral in an English church with a St George flag flying from the tower as is customary. I didn't mention St George and with the amount of rain falling hardly anyone would have noticed the flag either. The first time I joined in a patron saint celebration on 23rd April was as a child in the Brownies, marching to St Nicholas church with all the local Scouts and Guides for an afternoon St George's Day parade service. I am astonished to remember that this took the form of Evensong from the 1662 Book of Common Prayer. As my family were Presbyterian I was completely lost in the service. Another Brownie helped me find the start page number which was fine until we switched to the Psalm in a completely different part of the book. I expect the Vicar spoke to us about St George, but all I remember is

After a few days break from this blog I'm not ready to post anything original, but I do like this image by Fr. Stephen which goes to the heart of today's gospel reading John 20: 19 - 31 . I've read several good posts on this theme. Here are a few I like: 'Archdruid Eileen' at The Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley posted No Doubting Thomas .  Kathryn posted one of her sermons  Thank God for Thomas on 'Good in Parts. Pam has a reflection in Over to You in Pam's Perambulation. Jan's artwork Easter 2: Living into the Resurrection  at the Painted Prayerbook is worth a look. Finally, my post yesterday over on The Big Bible Project, Is Believing: hearing, seeing or doing? Image by Stephen Cuyos, CC Licence

Alleluia! Christ is Risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia! Is there anything else to say today? Well, you could wonder what that means, or try it in a few other languages - see Christ is Risen . Or you could read the story of what happened early in the morning of that first Easter Day. Try John 20: 1 - 18 or Mark 16: 1 - 8 .  Or you could read the page about Jesus' Resurrection on the Christianity website. What does Easter mean to you? Image: Resurrection by Carol Von Canon, CC Licence

I love this simple musical and visual meditation by ichurchvids . It was a strange reply by Jesus to Philip and Andrew who had told him some Greeks wanted to see him. Jesus answered that, "The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, 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." John 12: 24 NRSV. Did the disciples make any sense of that, before Jesus was crucified? Did they remember those words on that dreadful empty Saturday after Jesus' death and burial? And did Jesus' words make any sense then? Or were they too numb with grief or fearful for their lives? Grant, Lord,   that we who are baptized into the death   of your Son our Saviour Jesus Christ   may continually put to death our evil desires   and be buried with him;   and that through the grave and gate of death   we may pass to our joyful resurrection;   through his merits, w

This sculpture is called 'Reconciliation'. It is in the ruins of the old Coventry Cathedral in England. An identical sculpture is in the peace garden of Hiroshima, Japan. It is by Josefina de Vasconcellos.   This is the last of my posts following Christian Aid's 'Count Your Blessings' calendar for Lent 2012. I've found it hard to keep these going as a daily Lent discipline (except on Sundays). I definitely haven't always felt like it, which I think has probably shown in some posts. I wondered if it was worth doing. The hardest part was having to forego posting about whatever I happened to feel like writing about. It seemed that every day there was writing I would have preferred to have done. I think it has been worth it, even only in reminding me of the many many ways in which I am blessed - with taken-for granted things like clean water, sanitation, food and education. A few days ago I was sitting in a church and was completely overwhelmed with a

It looks as if the Shipwrecked Mariners Society could do with a new coat of paint for their Brightlingsea old sea mine, now converted to a charity collecting box. According to Christian Aid's 'Count Your Blessings' calendar's focus for today "In 2010, 73% of the British population donated to charity." I don't know how to interpret that percentage figure. It sounds like good news - a majority of people in the UK contributed to charity in 2010. Should we pat ourselves on the back? Or not? How much of that giving was token giving? Or giving in the hope of gaining something, as in a raffle or lottery? What about the 27% who didn't give? Does that mean 27% of the population are too poor? Or too mean? Or what? It's Good Friday, a day to contemplate the most generous giving, giving all - not a few coins in a charity box, giving life, giving without expectation of gain, giving not to look good - but in shameful humiliation, giving out of pure lov

God our Father, you have invited us to share in the supper which your Son gave to his church to proclaim his death until he comes: may he nourish us by his presence, and unite us in his love; who is alive and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Common worship Collect for Maundy Thursday Image:   Vessels of the Lord's Supper by Mike: Flickr, CC Licence

What's the best thing to do? Should you always buy locally grown and in season fruit and vegetables? My gut feeling tells me that's the right thing to do for the sake of the planet. If I buy green beans in winter for example - which I sometimes do - I feel guilty. Should I? Today the Christian Aid 'Count Your Blessings' calendar tells me "COC Bless in Egypt has trained farmers to grow green beans for export to Europe, earning them five times the local market price." If this means that poor farm ers can make a living wage I can see that's good in the short term, but what about other unintended consequences of this? I've no time to consider that further today. I'd welcome your comments. Christian Aid is suggesting giving 10p for any fruit or vegetable you bought this week that was not grown in Britain. I can't help feeling this is a fine for doing a 'bad' thing i.e. not using local suppliers. Or is it meant to be a gift i

A member of my family is in South Africa at the moment, so that country is on my mind. The only connection between this photo, my opening statement and what follows is that these rhinos are South African.  I was shocked to read in Christian Aid's 'Count Your Blessings' calendar that "more than a quarter of the working-age population in South Africa are out of work, compared to 8 out of 100  in Britain and Ireland." I thought the level of unemployment, especially among the young in Britain was worrying but to have 25% of the working-age population unemployed is a frightening and unsustainable situation for any country.  Christian Aid suggests giving £1 if you are currently employed. Image:  South Africa. mazzaliarmadi.it wildlife: CC Licence

One of my maternal great grandfathers started work in a woollen mill at the age of 9 years. He was lucky in that he was able to attend school 2 hours a day, which for him proved really important. But he also had to put in a daily10 hour shift in the mill 5 days a week with a slightly shorter shift on Saturdays.  His family were members of a Methodist church. He was an exceptional scholar and the local Methodist minister encouraged him to work hard at his studies. He did so well he was able to leave the mill-work and become a 'pupil teacher' at 13 years old. This role gave him access to further part-time study. At 18 he took the Queen's Scholarship examination. (It was Queen Victoria then.) He passed at 1st Class level which meant he could study full time at Westminster College (a Methodist teacher-training college) in London with all his fees and board paid for. After college he returned to Yorkshire to teach in a local school and within a few years became a headmaster

What's this selection of grubby coins from my purse got to do with anything? It's less than £1 which these days doesn't seem worth much. Well, for a start, imagine this is all the money you had to live on each day. How would you spend it and how would you survive? This is the last week of Christian Aid's 'Count Your Blessings' calendar for this year. I considered not writing about it this week as it is Holy Week. But having posted on the calendar theme every day since Ash Wednesday I want to complete the task. The #cyblessings posts will be brief, to make time to do a Holy Week post each day. The Christian Aid 'Count Your Blessings' Lent calendar tells me today that "only one in five people in Burundi have more than US$1.25 (80p) to live on a day." It suggests giving 50p if your salary (or pension) is above 80p a day. Mine is, so that's another 50p for Christian Aid. Photo: my own

Jesus' entry to Jerusalem is one of 4 murals painted by Cesare Vagirini in the Franciscan church in the village of Bethphage . This church is near the traditional starting place for the route taken by Jesus from the Mount of Olives to Jerusalem. It shows Jesus riding a donkey, people spreading cloaks and tree branches on the ground, as for a triumphal procession, and shouting "Hosanna!   Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!" You can read the story in one or more of these: Matthew 21: 1-11 Mark 11: 1-11 Luke 19: 28 - 40 John 12: 12 - 19 Soon after I took the photo of the mural I walked in blazing sunshine with a group of pilgrims down the path of the Palm Sunday processional route.  It was an ordinary day in October but crowded. Today is Palm Sunday, the start of Holy Week, so it will be even more crowded for the Palm Sunday Procession. Last year there were 15,000 processing, singing, praying and waving palm branches. You can see a video o