Holy Week 2012 – …holding the story of love…

Hi everyone!
Sorry for the lack of posts of late… I will get something posted as soon as time allows.

For the duration of Holy Week, I have created a separate blog if you want to read some reflections.


May God be with you throughout your journey through Holy Week and beyond…


Agnus Dei

This song popped into my head last week so I decided to record it and share it.
Still not 100% sure on the lyrics, but they’ll do for now!

Excuse the piano playing – shouldn’t record first thing in the morning!

Click here for the MP3

Here are the lyrics so far:

Agnus Dei

Lamb of God (x3)
O Lord have mercy
Lamb of God (x3)
O Lord have mercy on me

1. In flesh you came
To dwell with us all
To teach love and acceptance
You touched and you healed
New hope you revealed
We thank you for your presence.

Lamb of God…

2. In bread and wine,
Broken and poured
Your blood and body given.
Betrayed, crucified,
Your suffered and died,
And yet you, Lord, were risen!

Lamb of God…



As some of you may already know, I grew up over in Milngavie.  In the last couple years of my time there, I worked in our family business and, as much as I still talk about it and am grateful for the time I spent there for the life experience it gave me, it was not fun.
It was tiring.
It was upsetting.
Every week, customers with whom you thought you had built up a good relationship ditched you for a couple of quid, which had just been added on to another product by the competitor.
Every month, restaurants would delay paying while suppliers put holds on our supplies until they were paid.
It was not fun.
My father was ill, which was why I was there, and my mother was, like me, stressed out of her skull. Often I needed to get out of the house and go for a drive or a walk to simply clear my head – to try and think of another way to help keep things going for another week –to try and do my bit to help keep a dozen people in a job – to try and do my bit to help keep the bills getting paid.

More often than not, I ended up in the same place, which became my thinking spot – it was at the top of a hill overlooking Mugdock Reservoir, the town of Milngavie and out towards Glasgow.








And it was beautiful…
Whether it was rainwater bouncing on the reservoir or the twinkling sodium stars that glistened across the town and city in the distance at night, I could shut off at the same time as my ignition. I was physically above everything – the office, the customers, the suppliers, a home filled with stress and anxiety over health or work…

But that was not reality…

I never wanted to leave when I got there, but I always knew that I had to. I had to switch back on. I had to move again. I had to go back down the windy roads towards home. And when I got home, I had to take a deep breath and step back in through the front door. I had a job to do and I was not going to give up…

It would have been so much easier if the transfigured Jesus had stayed on that mountaintop in the company of Moses, Elijah, and his three disciples…

It would have been much closer to the state of glory that Jesus deserved than what was to come.

And yet he comes back down…


Down into the mundane reality of everyday life.
Down into the communities tearing themselves apart with petty squabbles or bitter rivalry. Down into a world burdened with pain, persecution and poverty.


Jesus came down.

Mark’s Gospel is the Gospel of Action.
There is no time to spare, be it in the comfort of our home, on the mountaintop, on the street… What are we going to do with this time as individuals, as a community…as a Church? Are we going to look out at all that is good and stay there?

Or are we going to climb back down the mountaintop to what lies outside these doors, outside the doors of our homes, outside the doors of the car or the bus – to continue to reach out in prayer and in presence to the brokenness, fear, disappointment, and loss that surrounds us all?

Calvin – Day Three

Friday was busy!
In the beginning was the Word…
Anne Zaki preached on Psalm 113 with music being led by John Bell and The Psalms Project. Click here to view this marvellous service in which Anne presents us with the unpredictability of life within which we can encounter a God who ‘stoops down’. She makes the very valid observation that we never see a statue of a stooping God and yet this is the God that many want to praise – not a God who just sits on high…

Soon afterwards, I had the pleasure of sitting through a plenary by Walter Brueggemann entitled ‘Performing a Counter World: the Alternative Reality Offered by the Psalms for the Worlds We Inhabit.’ Speaking at a rapid rate, Brueggemann covered an astonishing amount in just 60 minutes. One thing I will share from that plenary is this:

“The dominant world given to us by our culture is not the real world and we need not inhabit it. In a world without God there are only idols. The Psalms mediate to us the covenant-making God of Israel.”

After this 60 minute intellectual overload (I mean this in a positive way!), I attended a seminar entitled ‘Intentionally Inclusive Worship’, which discussed how we can and should make our churches inclusive. This was in the context of including with disabilities. We are called to reach out to all of God’s people in the inclusive Kingdom of God and should be seeking the giftedness of every person as per the inclusive nature of Jesus Christ.

Following lunch, I went to hear Gilliam Grannum discuss ‘The Holiness of Jazz’, which, as a musician, I found particularly interesting. We come to know each other and God through story. Jazz can be seen a means of collective story telling with a starting point and all of the individual players and instruments becoming part of the story telling process. It is always different with a wide range of variation. The composer sets the plots and gives the details, but it is the instruments that make the story with each individual character and action details in note, rhythm and texture. We can therefore see Jazz through the lens of Scripture as much as we can see Scripture through the lens of Jazz.

Gillian Grannum continues with four ‘God is…’ terms, which she paired up with four ‘Jazz is’ terms, which really opened my eyes and ears to what Jazz can unlock in our walk through the Word:

  • Where God is Creator, Jazz is Improvisation as discussed above in terms of putting the story together and crafting the characters, dialogue and actions uniquely each time.
  • Where God is Faithful, Jazz is Groove – God is dependable, reliable and consistent. Groove relies on experience – it is establishes and sometimes feels like it is disappearing from us when things build up/intensify, but we can be comfortable with gaps and deviations as we can rely on us getting back in the Groove in our own time and back into motion.
  • Where God is Redeemer, God is Accepting – Imperfection is required… Community is where mistakes are redeemable. We are accepted as we are with out gifts and our brokenness. Even with faults, flaws and failings, the coming-together of the entire community makes it beautiful. A wrong note is when you give up on a note. We can take the time to make a note right with the wrong notes quickly forgotten and forgiven as the next stave that is life begins…
  • Where God is Triune, Jazz is Community – There are specific roles amongst the musicians with interdependence. Part of that role is leaving space for others. Each community has a different way of working in a particular context.

Here is a question…
What three words come to mind when you think of God?
Feel free to write them in the comments of my blog.
If I get enough responses, we can try something out!

Before dinner, I attended a Taizé Vespers Service, which was absolutely beautiful. The synergy of song and silence under the canopy of candlelight was the perfect way to reflect and to give thanks to God for being all of the things that I have listed above and much more.

The evening concluded with A Festival of Singing to mark the launch of a brand new Psalter called Psalms for all Seasons, which I would highly recommend. It contains music to all 150 Psalms as well as the Psalms themselves and various worship elements such as Calls to Worship and Benedictions. A video of the concert can be seen here

As I listened to this festival of song today and tried to sing along or accompany on the Piano, I could only think of the words of Psalm 150, with which I will close as my prayer for us all to do:

Praise him with each note and word…

Day Two – Psalms: The connecting tissue of community

My chosen title for this post is my attempt to define the Psalms, which is the book of the Bible being explored in this year’s Symposium.I spent yesterday getting to know the Psalms in a way that I never thought possible…

The opening worship of the day was based on Psalm 1. And what better way to begin than at the beginning…

Mary Hurst began her sermon by speaking of a book of letters that she picked up from a table and started reading. When she realised that she did not know anything of the relationship of the people contained within these letters nor the context in which a number of they were written, she decided to return to the beginning of the book when things soon became a lot clearer!

And the Psalms are no different.

The Psalms are a collection of intimate relationships where delving in at some random point along the way can lead to confusion. We need to know the full story…

Psalm One is an invitation to a relationship, a covenantal relationship where we are called to ‘delight in the law of the Lord and meditate upon it day and night’ where ‘the Law’ is the Torah-story of that relationship, that bond, that romance, the covenant that binds us to God. We are called to remember that vow and delight in it.

When the word ‘meditation’ is mentioned these days, there is, for some, amusing images of the lotus position, or balancing on one foot or, in my case at least, wobbling all over the floor and eventually falling flat on my face! But here, to meditate is to keep speaking of that bond over and over again; to murmur it again and again to ourselves, thus reminding us of that special relationship.
As you do this, you become like a tree that has not just been planted in the ground, but as the original Hebrew translates, transplanted into rich, fertile soil by streams of water where your bark sparkles with light and your rich fruits are yielded in season.

We have our own Psalms – our own words which connect us to God. They are like the first love letter written between two people – to anyone else outside that partnership, the letter may not make any sense at all. This is why it is important that when it is shown to someone else that it is explained; it is set in context – the scene is set, which marks the beginning of that beautiful relationship…

From here we were given pens and paper to write our own letter to God, which we addressed to ourselves, sealed in an envelope and placed back into a basket. I don’t know if I’ll ever see that letter again, but unless I explain it to the reader, it will not make any sense to them.

As a minister, it is SO important that one sets the scene of the Scripture being discussed. Many are good at exegesis of the Word, many are good at parsing the Word…but what we are called to do is set the context, allow others to see the characters involved and the relationship between those contained within the text in order that they too may be equally connected.

The Psalms – the connecting tissue of community through which we are grafted into the body corporate…

From here, I spent most of the day in a seminar led by John Bell, where we discussed ‘The Pastoral Resources of the Psalms.’

The Psalms – a collection of poems with an incredible variety of subject matter and emotions including puzzlement, trust, abandonment, delight, recovery, joy of liberation and salvation, complaint, aspiration and desire to name but a few… Through these poems, we are given, to quote John, ‘a vocabulary of pain’. Through our membership of the body of Christ, we, through the Psalms, join in the pain of our brother and sisters in other parts of society; there is a sense of corporate ownership.

We sang a number of Psalms written by John Bell as well as several found in the new Psalter – Psalms for all Seasons. While singing, there were Psalms where I was filled joy and other where I just wanted to cry; Psalms where I sang in delight for what God had given the world and others where I demanded to know how long people were to suffer.

The highlight of the day for me was being introduced to a Psalm, which is not included in the lectionary so is seldom touched. Psalm 88 – a Psalm which breaks the norm. There is no resolution, just a feeling of abandonment and absolute sadness and despair.

Psalm 88

LORD, you are the God who saves me;
day and night I cry out to you.
May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.

I am overwhelmed with troubles
and my life draws near to death.
I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am like one without strength.
I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your care.

You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.
Your wrath lies heavily on me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.
You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, LORD, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.
Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise you?
Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction?
Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
But I cry to you for help, LORD;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why, LORD, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
From my youth I have suffered and been close to death;
I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.
All day long they surround me like a flood;
they have completely engulfed me.
You have taken from me friend and neighbor—
darkness is my closest friend.

Unlike most Psalms where you would turn the page and see ‘Yet you did x and y and everything turned out fine’, this one ends unresolved. Here the Psalmist is saying that his life is in a hell of a mess and no one, including God, seems to be listening.

John went on to tell the story of a wee Glasgow woman who was in a a group discussing this Psalm. While everyone else felt deflated and saddened, this woman said that she thought it was fantastic! She proceeded to say something that I know will stick with me for a long time to come – You wouldn’t ask these questions or make these pleas unless you believed that someone was listening to you…

We live in a world where people are angry. We live in a world where many will choose to avoid people who churn out trite answers to life-affecting questions. And that is the beauty of Psalm 88, because we see that the Psalmist is not merely seeking answers but pleading to be heard in heaven, which for many, to quote Anne Zaki, is regarded as a wall of blue and white that is impossible to climb over.

‘If we are heard then we can heal’.

Thanks for surviving to the end of the post! More soon!