In a few weeks time we may well be singing, amongst many other favourite Christmas Carols, “In the bleak mid-winter” but whether or not we sing it there’s no doubt whatsoever that many across our country will be living through, or trying to live through, a very bleak mid-winter indeed. Hugely increased energy prices and a cost of living crisis which has not been experienced in this country for decades is upon us, and its effects will not be fully known for some time, though the hardship and inevitable suffering that many will endure will definitely cost us dear in the short, medium and probably long term.As we all think and pray about ways of keeping warm and of balancing budgets I have been astonished (well, reasonably astonished!) at the Christmas advertising and marketing campaigns which are now (as I type in the middle of November) well underway across all forms of media. Watching them you could not be blamed for thinking, “cost of living crisis – what crisis”? At the same time and across the country Churches, and many other religious and secular institutions are offering “warm spaces” for people to come to, and we and many other Churches will be collecting for special appeals for food and for support for rising energy prices for the least well off in our communities.In the midst of so much turmoil and suffering across our world – Ukraine, Somalia and Yemen to name but three affected countries – we are all called to give not only our hearts, as the last line in Christina Rossetti’s beautiful Carol urges us, but also to dig deep into our pockets to help all those less fortunate than ourselves. Christmas is indeed, as we are constantly reminded by the advertisements, “a time of giving” and we will all be having to think, pray and reflect on just how and what we will be giving this Christmastide, and especially, to whom?And for those “...beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low” (It came upon the midnight clear – Edmund Sears) it behoves us, as we remember and celebrate with gratitude and joy once again the birth of the Christ child this Christmas, with all that this means, to help them, in whatever way we can, in Sears words to “....rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing”.With best wishes and prayers for a very happy, joyful, peaceful and as warm as possible Christmas!The Revd Alec Brown.
Dear friends, Last month I gave a talk to a local group about my love of books and how many of my books hold memories for me, from my copy of Heidi, given to me by my grandmother for being helpful, to the copy of Anne of Green Gables sent to me by my law lecturer when I was recovering from surgery, to the biography of Audrey Hepburn which I took into hospital when I was having Nathaniel and which I thought would distract me from labour pains (what did I know!!) to the books I have read to Nat, to gifts I have received. So many books – so many memories. As a family, especially since my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, we treasure every new memory we create. Spending time with my Aunt, who has dementia, shows me how important it is to keep alive past memories of events or favourite pieces of music. Memory is part of what makes us human. October and November are months filled with remembrance. At the start of October we had the Animal Blessing service – the church this year was filled with dogs. It is a sad time for some as they remember animals that have previously attended but are no longer around. For those who have never lost an animal, it is hard to understand the depth of loss people can feel. Our cat Flora died suddenly in May and as a family we grieved. She had arrived the weekend before Nathaniel started High School and had been his faithful friend through lockdown. We do however still talk about her and keep her memory alive. Then at our All Souls Service of Commemoration, we remember those who have died. I was listening to Woman`s hour and Jayde Adams, the comedian was being interviewed. She is appearing on Strictly Come Dancing and had danced the American Smooth to Bette Midler`s “The wind beneath my wings” She dedicated it to her sister Jenna, who had died at the age of 26. Before she had died, Jenna had asked her mum “Do you think people will forget me?” To her family, she will never be forgotten as they talk of her often. During the service Alec read out the names of those who have died. It is helpful to remember, to speak into the silence the personal name of someone we have loved, and who has died. It helps to keep the memory alive, it helps to remind us, - because of course God doesn’t need reminding -, but it helps to remind us of our duty to be the living biography of the people whose lives have intersected and intertwined with ours. This was one of the comments following the death of Queen Elizabeth, that our lives should reflect hers with regard to faith and acts of service being her continued legacy. On the 13th November we have Remembrance Sunday where we remember all those who have died in wars, preserving our freedom. “At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.” The Spanish American writer, George Santayana said “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” - that is why it is so important that we remember each year those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom. This year we will also not doubt think of the many who have died following the invasion of Ukraine by Russia. In the Bible Moses told the Israelites before they entered the Promised Land to always remember God`s faithfulness. On the cross one of the thieves asked Jesus to remember him. Each time we have communion, “Do this in remembrance of me”, we remember the life, death and resurrection of Christ. No matter how we are feeling at the moment we need to remember that God will never forget us. He has each of our names tattooed on the palms of his hands. A simple text to remember is “God is Love” and we need to repeat that to ourselves so that it is engraved on our heartsSo continue to make memories and keep remembering that you are loved, more than you can ever imagine, by a God who is with you always Love Christina
A few months ago I wrote a piece for the Magazine on the occasion of the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee, and now we are all getting over and coming to terms with the death of our longest serving monarch, her late Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, and the accession to the throne of her son, King Charles III. It has been an incredible period in our nation’s, and the world’s, history and one which none of us will ever be able to forget I shouldn’t think. We have, no doubt, all been watching the unfolding events following the Queen’s death – the journey from Scotland to London, the lying in state in Westminster Hall and, of course, the State Funeral in Westminster Abbey and the final resting place of her late Majesty in St George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle. It has been quite a journey, and an incredible story. I was struck especially by the dignity and simplicity of the short ceremony which preceded the lying in state in Westminster Hall, and also by the State Funeral in the Abbey – and the very poignant, and admirably brief, sermon by the Archbishop of Canterbury! The images also of the hundreds of thousands of people lining the streets to pay their respects has I’m sure made an impact on people all across the world. During these last few weeks we have been reminded on numerous occasions that behind the pomp and the ceremony and the sheer pageantry of it all there is a grieving family, mourning the death of a mother, grandmother and great grandmother. This is of course very true, and so I was especially pleased when, during his short sermon in Westminster Abbey on the occasion of the State Funeral, the Archbishop of Canterbury referred very directly to the many families across the nation, and indeed the world, who were themselves mourning the loss of loved ones at the same time as were members of the Royal Family. For the few days before and after the State Funeral we were, in this Parish, dealing with four weddings and a funeral, all of which were terribly important in the lives of hundreds and hundreds of people, and all of which went ahead, to the great relief of all those concerned. I have no doubt whatsoever that this is exactly what her late Majesty the Queen would have wanted, and it was a joy and a privilege, albeit a very sad one in the case of the funeral, for myself and Christina to have conducted these services, which were very much appreciated by all concerned. And so, as the reign of King Charles III begins – a new chapter in our history – let us commit ourselves afresh to the example set for all of us by his late Mother, Queen Elizabeth II, in loving service and joyful commitment in faith, giving thanks to God, who was her, and is our, rock. God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King. Amen. The Revd Alec Brown.
Dear friends, Writing about time, Albert Einstein wrote, “There certainly seems less of it about than there used to be.” Quite often people comment that as they get older, time seems to fly by. For me, I don`t think helps working in a school. The Christmas term always eems long and then after that we hurtle to the summer holidays. It feels like one minute ago I was looking at the long summer holiday and now I am back at school. Having seasons and celebrations in the Church Year also makes things pass more quickly, one minute we are celebrating Lammas, then it`s harvest, we say Farewell to the Year 6 children and then have our back to school service. Next thing it`s Advent then it`s Christmas! I only have to look at Nathaniel to see how fast time is passing. One minute we were dropping him at Antrobus School for his first day and now we are looking at Universities. I am having to prepare myself for him leaving home, which quite honestly I am in complete denial about. Time is so precious that we need to treasure each moment – as the great Abba song says “ Slipping though my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute. Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time” How often do we wish we could freeze the picture? Quite often we read of the rising star who rockets to celebrity and then crashes and burns – having gained everything the world holds dear, fame, money fast cars, they have found it empty and meaningless. I was reading the Book of Ecclesiastes the other day. It is only 12 chapters long and it speaks directly to that person. It starts by saying that everything is meaningless, wisdom is meaningless, pleasures are meaningless, toil is meaningless. It is a great book to read if you want to find some meaning in life. It is thought that Solomon wrote Ecclesiastes and at the end he writes “Fear God and keep his commandments-for this is our whole duty.” Wise advice indeed. If you don`t want to read all 12 chapters, just read Chapter 3, which you will no doubt recognise. There is a time for everything, A time to be born and a time to die, A time to plant and a time to uproot, A time to kill and a time to heal A time to tear down and a time to build A time to weep and a time to laugh A time to mourn and a time to dance A time to embrace and a time to refrain A time to search and a time to give up A time to keep and a time to throw A time to tear and a time to mend A time to be silent and a time to speak Quite often we need to know when we need to do those things. When should we speak, when should we stay silent? When should we keep, when should we throw away? All of us are in different times in our lives, different seasons, we may be dreading the next time or season or are looking forward to embracing it. Whatever time of life we are in, whatever season, however we are feeling, we have one guarantee and that is that God is right next to us. With love Christina
