Saturday 29 July 2017

First Sermon Bro Eleth




In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

I wonder what your expectations are this morning of this sermon? Is it one that is supposed to wow, challenge, disturb or encourage you? Is it supposed to set the tone? Am I supposed to impress? For, although this is not my first sermon here in this church, it is my first as the vicar of Bro Eleth. Ficer Bro Eleth dw i. that is a title that will take a little time for me to adjust to. I have had my nephews and niece staying with me this week. They sometimes when they want something call me ‘Rev Kev: super uncle’ and have composed the following ditty about me, which goes to the tune of Postman Pat
        
        Vicar Kev, vicar Kev, vicar Kev and his black and white dogs
Early in the morning, when Shaun is always snoring, he will always sing his favourite hymn

I hope I might always be a super uncle. I am not though a super Vicar. Like you, I am called to this place, and in this particular place on the northern edge of Anglesey will attempt to listen to God for myself and for you, but always with you. 

Listening to God is of course part of prayer. If you think prayer is difficult, then you are in good company. The Apostle Paul writes, ‘we do not know how to pray as we ought’. This should encourage, not least because Paul penned some of those most beautiful prayers in the New Testament. His experience though was that it was not always easy echoes ours. I don’t know yet what your prayer lives are like. Mine is shaky. I do want us to look at ways which we can create opportunity to pray. I am advocate for prayer. In part, I stand before you because I have prayed as I have heard God’s call to leave Bro Cybi, a place which I loved, to come to Bro Eleth, places and people that I am getting to know.

Sermons are bi-lingual, aren’t they? For at their best they try to interpret the Scriptures so that we might listen to what God is saying together. It is bi-lingual because we as human beings are attempting to hear the voice of the divine, and although we are made in the image of God, we are not ourselves, divine; which is quite fortunate in reality. The Scriptures were written down in particular languages, not I am afraid were in English or Welsh, but Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek and at a specific time. We therefore try to interpret together what the writers of the Scriptures might be saying to us today. Indeed being a bilingual community, we have much in common with the earliest Christian communities.
I would like you to have the reading sheet, and focus particularly on Paul’s letter to the Church at Rome. This morning, I am going to have a broad canvas rather than go into particular detail. I will at times do the latter.  

The first and blindingly obvious thing to note is that we are coming in half way through a letter to someone else. Therefore we need to be careful lest we jump to assumptions. The letters really were intended to be read as a whole, and would in all probability have been read aloud in one sitting.

The second is that Paul is a theologian, he is therefore someone who thinks deeply and attempts to communicate simply. Paul’s vocation was to make sense of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus to the people of his day, whether they were Jewish or not, rooted in the stories of God or not, indeed I might add whether they were interested or not.

I blog, tweet, do Facebook and the like, but I am not great at understanding how PCs work or the internet for that matter. It just works or it does not. Periodically, I press something, and it asks me whether I might like to reset something or change the normal templates. I usually resist such an urge.

For Paul, Jesus has reset how the world is and should be understood.

Paul has confidence in God.

What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us? 32 He who did not withhold his own Son, but gave him up for all of us, will he not with him also give us everything else?

God must be for us, argues the Apostle, he was prepared to give up his Son for us. Paul draws us on another, that of the story of Abraham being prepared to sacrifice Isaac. Notwithstanding the fact that this is a problematic story, when we attune ourselves to the Scriptures we see that they interconnect. Paul connected the story of Jesus with the stories of the Hebrew Bible that had fashioned and shaped him. They came alive in new ways.

Some of us might be wondering what having an eccentric new vicar will be like. What being one Bro Eleth might mean. I trust and pray that in being together we might rediscover our stories of faith, indeed that we might rediscover that God loves us and is for us.

For Paul, the life, death and resurrection of Jesus give him unshakeable confidence in God.

He asks those he is writing to, who brings charges against them? The answer is no one. As Christians, we can sometimes feel guilty
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     There are too few of us
o   How can I share my faith?
o   I hope the new vicar is not going to suggest that.
-      How are we going to pay our way?
o   I don’t want to do another fundraising event
o   It is always the same people
-      What can we do to maintain our lovely buildings?
o   Our families have been here for generations
o   They are all that is left that speak of the community that was

Such things might seem relatively unimportant given that Paul asks us what separates us from the love of God.

Paul is convinced that God is for us and walks with us.

I have three hopes
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    That we will become a people of prayer
-      That we will become people who know the Scriptures
-      That we will become people with a story

It may be that we are all those things already.

Perhaps just a little fine tuning is needed.

I hope I have passed the audition and you will walk with me into the future that God has for us.

Let us pray.

(Please note it may be that an entirely different sermon will have been preached)

Sunday 23 July 2017

Amlwch, Llanerchymedd, Moelfre, Llanwenwyllfo....ac mwy



Parting is difficult. I loved my time as the Vicar of Holy Island, and lets face it @holyislandvicar is perhaps one of the most cool twitter handles in the entirety of Christendom.

Here I am, I am about to become the Vicar of Bro Eleth, a geographical area that covers a lot of northern Ynys Mon (Anglesey).

It is a challenge.

I am a Sheffield boy. Sheffield is northern England's premier city. (You all know that this is true). I am now in an area where I am more likely to encounter sheep in the road than wait for a considerable time at a roundabout.

I am from the wrong side of the dyke (Offa's that is). I am an Englishman, although with a Yorkshire prefix. I have been learning Welsh attentively for under 3 years and here I am about to be incumbent in a place where Welsh is the first language of many.

And, yet it seems right in its glorious inconsistency.

Tomorrow evening at about 19:50yh/pm, I will cease to be the Vicar of Holy Island and I will slip metaphorically through the wardrobe into an entirely different world

To split or not to split

Evangelical Anglicans comes in many different guises. Sooner or later we are faced with the question posed decades ago by The Doctor (Martyn Lloyd-Jones of Westminster Chapel) as to whether or not we should leave Anglican structures and join forces with our evangelical friends in non-conformist churches and chapels. There is today intriguingly another possibility to seek episcopal oversight from elsewhere. In the CofE, there is sort of a precedent with flying bishops, sort of.

Lloyd-Jones was answered firmly and robustly by John Stott, Rector of All Souls Langham Place. In rebuffing the Doctor's overtures, Stott, with others, set in process a chain of engagement that has seen evangelicals become quite influential within the Provinces of Canterbury and York.

One of the first 'theological' books I read was a dialogue between Stott and then then Dean of Southwark, David Edwards. It is called Essentials. What marks out the book is not only the inevitable courtesy that they display to each other, inspite of vehement disagreement, but it speaks of an age where difference was embraced and respected.

In our fast moving world which is hyper connected, we appear to have lost the art of cultivating this respect: a 140 character tweet can be used to hector a position rather than investing in time that could allow a relationship to flourish and someone else to be understood and embraced.

We perhaps do not need another Stott, although I still listen to his biblical exposition, but we do need people with the capacity to see people who hold different to them as followers of Christ. We need to hear Stott's call to remain and engage once more, so that we might discern whether this is still what the Spirit is saying to the church. I believe it is.

Unity as well as Truth are fundamental to Christian discipleship.

Saturday 22 July 2017

22 years onward: grief acknowledged



I miss him to this day. He died on Sunday 23 July at about 3pm as his Parish Priest, the Revd Athol Thomson read the Nunc Dimitis; or so I am told. I was not there. I regret that still. I should have been a little stronger and I might have been.

He never saw me get my PhD, although he delighted in my academic achievements. He never saw me ordained. He never met any of his grandchildren, including my son. I was proud of him. I never said it enough.

He was an electrician, a television engineer for Trident, Telefusion. He loved his job. He worked hard. He was brilliantly creative, whether in the garden... and on paper writing plays and pantos... and just outside my study is a framed picture by him of the canal near Rotherham. It is not artistically brilliant, but he enjoyed being there, and I love it and remember and cherish it.

He was a Christian gentleman. He was a man of his time. He was not my friend, although he was. I miss him, he was and still is my Dad: mentor, role model, friend and teacher of the faith.

moving is about being still

Moving is about stillness

I think that is why I am not that brilliant at it. I don't mean the unpacking of boxes and exploring new areas in which to walk Samwise the brave and Tad Ted. Moving involves letting go before you immerse yourself in something new. This might be more acutely the case when you are only 20ish miles down the road, even if that road is not always straight.

Moving is about being still.

One of my favourite spots in Trearddur was by the Haunted House, and more particularly the 'beach' just before it. Often in the early mornings, you could see a heron standing waiting to move. The heron would be still... attentively still....

Why not be a little still this day.

Sunday 9 July 2017

No longer Holy Island Vicar




It has been a blast. I hope mostly in a positive way.

In many ways it has been the best time of my ministry amongst wonderful people and in brilliant churches.

Following in the footsteps of saint of old, with the opportunity to write something new in the annals of the history of Holy Island. In the end, I did not do that, although as my wife has just pointed out, that is for others to judge.

I did infuriate some people, as has been said to me a number of occasions, 'it took me a while to get used to you...'.

I made some people laugh and cry... I encouraged others to doubt and also believe, reminding people that the two, faith and doubt are siblings.

I convinced people that things were possible and that they as people made in the image of God were able to do wonderful things... and they did... and will do so.

They have blessed me, and this afternoon I blessed my people as their vicar for the last time.

Keep safe, my friends

#holyislandvicarout #micdrop #smile

Friday 7 July 2017

for everything there is a time





This coming Sunday (9 July) at 4pm will be my last service as vicar, in Bro Cybi (Holy Island). You are more than welcome to come and join in worshipping God with me and some of my friends.

Holy Island is a fabulous place, encompassing Holyhead, which is the UK's second busiest port, as well as places with their own wonderful identities: Trearddur, Rhoscolyn, Four Mile Bridge.

It is called Holy Island and Holyhead used to be called Holyhead because its story is interwoven with the saints of old. Holyhead used to be one of the major places of pilgrimage, as pilgrims journeyed far and wide to see Cybi, a celtic monk and bishop. The Welsh name for Holyhead is Caergybi, meaning Cybi's fort.

It is not just Cybi, there are stories of Gwenfaen and Ffraid and others who are not known.

I hope you might consider joining me. Get to know the story of this beautiful place. I will alsways love Holy Island and its people as I learn new stories and songs of different saints on the north side of the Island, as well as writing my own stories as I worship alongside the saints of old.

Thursday 6 July 2017

step by step

It was my last service at Ysgol y Parchedig Thomas Ellis yesterday. I confess that I had a little moment, when tears could have flowed. It is a brilliant school with an exceptional headteacher. It is closing and merging to become part of Ysgol Cybi; so that lessons the sadness that I will not be going back there to Thomas Ellis, no one will.

Life has been full of goodbyes over the last few weeks. They are about to reach a crescendo.






This picture is taken near Caerlaverock, quite close to the wildfowl and wetlands centre (http://www.wwt.org.uk/wetland-centres/caerlaverock/). Whilst is a still picture, there is much happening, the light interacting with the water, the sun and the river... There needs to be sometimes lots of activity to create a moment of peace.

Similarly, it is also true for the sadness to come, there must have been much contentment and joy.

Time to move on.