Monday 17 April 2017

Witnessing. But to whom?

On Good Friday, I took part in the Caergybi CYTUN Walk of Witness from St Mary's RC Church to the Millennium Cross in town. The walk is done in silence, and at the cross there is a short bilingual service consisting of hymns, readings and prayers, and this year for the first time a Bible story told by the Open the Book team.




In Holyhead, this is a positive event on a number of levels, not least because churches and chapels, Welsh and English come together and are seen to do so publicly. Division between church and chapel and across language divide is well known within Wales, and to do something together publicly is a dramatic statement. 

The walk (no more than 10 minutes long) follows a wooden cross and a banner bearing the CYTUN logo. It is the only public act of witness that we do together. There are other events and activities members of CYTUN get up to throughout the year, not least the support of the Foodbank under the banner of the Trussell Trust. 

As we pass up the high street, those watching tend to fall silent. Some know what is happening and others clearly seem not to. 'What is going on?', one middle aged woman said to another, with the response, 'I think it is something religious'. Clearly the answer to that observation is 'yes', 'no', 'but' and quite possibly 'and'. The events of the first Good Friday cannot be described as a religious event. Indeed the unjust execution of an innocent human being is not at all comfortable. 

There is no sense that we are claiming any particular ground or public space. We are offering worship, remembering, bearing witness to our faith under the town's Millennium Cross, erected by the Town Council to commemorate the Millennium.

Christianity has shaped Holyhead. The story of Cybi, the celtic monk who was gifted the Roman fort in the middle of the six century, has given the town its name, Caergybi: Cybi's fort. There are images of Cybi on public display throughout the town. Whilst, many many have long since forgotten that this place on the edge of Anglesey was a significant place of pilgrimage, and at one stage with the presence of a number of so many celtic saints in the vicinity, it is highly likely that the town was known as Holyhead. Indeed, those tasked with increasing tourism to the area, have made much of the fact that the area is Ynys Cybi (Cybi's Island - there he is again) or Holy Island. One might therefore suppose that faith groups are welcome to witness openly in the public sphere without it being seen necessarily as trying to dominate. Unlike many areas of the British Isles, particularly the urban conurbations, Holyhead does not have much of a faith mix. There is a mosque in a house and we do have according to census figures more than our share of Jedi knights (here is me attempting some cultural relevance)


 The key thing then for us is not about cultural appropriateness, but whether we witness in a manner that is understandable and indeed whether anyone is actually watching. Or whether there is just something good about Welsh and English speaking Christians from churches and chapels retelling our story and reminding the town of its own story, especially as it wants to use the story to shape its own future.

I am sure there will be more later.


 



Sunday 16 April 2017

Easter Day/Sul y Pasg


Alive

The resurrected Jesus is none of other than our Lord and God demanding loyalty, offering freedom, allowing obedience and giving grace.
 
Yn gynnar yn y bore, aeth Mary Magdalene a’r Mary arall at y bedd. Pam oedden nhw’n fynd? 

Yr Efengyl yn deud i edrych ar y bedd. Roedd Iesu wedi marw. Roeddent yn disgwyl i weld dim ond y carreg o flaen y bedd. 

Oedd Duw yn gweithio. 

Pan nad oedd ganddynt unrhyw obaith, gweithiodd Duw yn Iesu Dyna stori Pasg.

Duw yn siarad 

Dywedodd yr angel “Dw i'n gwybod eich bod chi'n edrych am Iesu, yr un gafodd ei groeshoelio. 6 Dydy o ddim yma; mae wedi dod yn ôl yn fyw! Dyna'n union beth ddwedodd fyddai'n digwydd. Dewch yma i weld lle bu'n gorwedd”. 

Oedd Duw yn gweithio 

Nid oes unrhyw un yn disgwyl i Dduw weithio mewn gwirionedd. 

Roeddent wedi bod gyda Iesu ac wedi clywed y straeon sanctaidd, ond yn wynebu digwyddiadau Gwener y Groglith, mae popeth wedi newid. 

Mae Pasg yn newid popeth ac yn ein chalonogi i beidio ofni


Biblical Text – Mark 16:1-8

When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of James and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. 2 And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. 3 And they were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” 4 And looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back— it was very large. 5 And entering the tomb, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, dressed in a white robe, and they were alarmed. 6 And he said to them, “Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has risen; he is not here. See the place where they laid him. 7 But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going before you to Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.” 8 And they went out and fled from the tomb, for trembling and astonishment had seized them, and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid

Questions

1.    He has risen, he is not here. How do you respond to such a statement?
2.    What is the most exciting thing about the story of Easter for you?
3.    What have you learnt this week during our journey to Easter Day? Give thanks to God for it and all that others have learnt too.

Reflection for Easter Day

Alleluia! Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed! Alleluia!

Friday 14 April 2017

Holy Saturday: Lazarus



I spluttered once, and then twice. The dryness of my throat was apparent, and then the stench. Stench? Stench of what? Where am I as my eyes moistened and adjusted. I am dry. It is dark, as I feel for the first time clothing bandaged around me. But what is it. I remember my sisters wrapping me in linen when we children. But where I am I now? It stinks… and I remember. Is this it? Darkness, but wait resonating I hear a voice. ‘Lazarus’. Lazarus – that is me. I am being called. I see a chink of light. ‘Come out – the voice calls. It is him – Jesus. I struggle to move; what are these things. I hobble towards the light. Slowly, my legs are bandaged – and weak; they seem like I have not used them for ages. ‘Lazarus, Come out!’ My ears seem to retune to the call. I have been unwell. Is this dying? I struggle towards the light. A hand touches my own and pulls me further into the light.

My eyes blink and blink again at the brightness, and I find myself staring into his eyes. It is Jesus. His eyes look like they are on fire. He smiles and laughs. ‘Untie him’ – he commands.

Untie me? I begin to remember. Mary and Martha fall upon me. I am not as strong as I was, as the three of us tumble on to the floor as if we were children. Jesus lifts me up. ‘Thank you’. He smiles back at me with a smile that suggests that he had done something easy, as if a greater battle lies ahead.
                                                                        © Kevin Ellis

Lazarus was the brother of Mary and Martha. He was one of Jesus’ close friends. After an illness, he died, and Jesus raised him to life. It was this miracle that secured Jesus’ fate. By tradition, Lazarus became bishop of Kittim in Cyprus.

Lazarus cannot though be separated from his sisters Mary and Martha. They are a family group who together are friends of Jesus and his disciples. It is their home in Bethany that is the base for Jesus during the final week of his life.

Lazarus’s sisters, Mary and Martha, like their brother, are also attracted to Jesus. Earlier in the Fourth Gospel, whilst Jesus is teaching, Mary sits and listens; whilst Martha scurries about preparing food. She asks Jesus to rebuke her sister for not helping, but is told firmly that Mary has chosen a better way.

Yet, when Lazarus dies, it is Martha who comes to Jesus immediately when Jesus arrives – and it is upon the lips of Martha that the great declaration of faith is put

This is what I have come to believe: that you are the Messiah, the son of God, the one who is to come into the world.

You will remember that in the Synoptic Gospels, the great confession of faith is put on the lips of Peter. In the Fourth Gospel, it is on the lips of Martha, a woman.

Mary, who had sat at the feet of Jesus, has to be invited to come and see Jesus. It is Martha who guides Jesus to her brother’s tomb.

Before Passover, Jesus was back at their house, and Mary pours expensive ointment over Jesus, preparing him (he suggests) for burial.

This is not at all to suggest that one woman’s faith was stronger than the others; it is just that they, like us, were complex human beings.

How many of us do not doubt the truth of Easter at certain times?

Biblical Text – John 11
When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!’ 44 The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with strips of cloth, and his face wrapped in a cloth. Jesus said to them, ‘Unbind him, and let him go.’

Questions
1.    One of the themes of this story is friendship. I wonder when the last time was that you sat and prayed for your friends and that they would have a closer relationship with Jesus.
2.    Why was it that Jesus waited to go to Lazarus? It is a question asked by both of his sisters.

Reflection for Holy Saturday
Bitter pain, searing loss
divine abandonment, mother’s tears
mocking soldiers, cruel crown
battered body, beyond the lament
gathered together; in one place
together in silent defiant space
silence demands its sacred pause
the stillness does not wait
we need not pretend it does
lest all is forgotten as the breath comes again