Dear Malcolm vii

•March 31, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Letter XIX discusses Holy Communion.

When I was candidating to become a Methodist Minister, one of the questions I was asked was, “Can you explain Holy Communion to us?”  Wow, just a simple question then!  I can’t remember now what I said, though I must have satisfied them, but I always remember being asked.

Lewis takes up the challenge by saying he’s silent on the subject  because he doesn’t think he’s good enough at theology (what we say abut the things of God) – though he clearly understands very well!

He points out that bread and wine are very strange symbols to remind us of the death of Christ.  But they would have been everyday symbols.  If this is something that reminds us of Jesus and his death and sacrifice for us each time we take them, they will be a near constant reminder.  Jesus is taking the normal and making it special, using the everyday to speak of something that effects our lives day by day.

But as Lewis says, “Your explanation leaves the mystery for me, still a mystery”.  And I think that is perhaps part of it.

“The command is Take, eat: not Take, understand”

We don’t understand what happens in communion.  It is not what we use, but what God does with it.  After all, if you had to understand communion to take it, our communion rails would be rather empty!  There is nothing “Magic” in bread and wine.  But there is something absolutely fantastic in Jesus’ offering his life for us, that we might know forgiveness, freedom and peace.

To me communion, in it’s simplest sense is sustenance for the journey.  It feeds, it nourishes, it is that opportunity to come before God and invite him to fill us and renew us again.  But what that means in itself will be different to each of us at different times.

Holy Communion is a reminder of what Jesus has done.  Especially this week, we should come, take and remember what God offers to us; take his strength for ourselves; and live his offering our lives wherever we go.

I’ve ‘taken up’ C S Lewis for Lent.

They’re a couple of books that I found when we moved, and thought ‘I must have another read of those one day’.  Well in an effort to do something productive during Lent, ‘one day’ has come.

I started with The Screwtape Letters and now I’m moving on to ‘Prayer: Letters to Malcolm‘ , first published 1964.  It must be about 25 years since I read it – and a lot of water has passed under this bridge since then.

I’ll share just some of my random thoughts as I work my way through it – hoping they might spark some thought.  Feel free to comment!

Dear Malcolm vi

•March 25, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Chapter XIV takes up the subject of creation and the presence of God in his creation.

He begins at the point of God not giving his creatures any powers that he himself does not possess.  Human beings, whoever they are and however gifted, “never in the ultimate sense make.  We only build.”  Whatever we do, is done only from out of what God has already given to us.

He then moves on to the fact that God is in everyone, and everything.  “The very Pagans know that any beggar at your door might be God in disguise.”  We are other than God, but how we treat people is how we would treat Christ.  “God is present in each thing, but not necessarily in the same mode.”

“It is well to have specifically holy places, and things, and days, for, without these focal points or reminders, the belief that all is holy and ‘big with God’ will soon dwindle into mere sentiment.”

So seeing God in all things is both a challenge to respond – and yet not become blasé.

“We may ignore, but can nowhere evade, the presence of God.  The world is crowded with him”

So there is a part of God everywhere.  Our challenge is to see it, and respond to it.  How often do we see only what we want to, or what is uppermost on the surface, without scratching any deeper to see what is really there?   How often do we feel we cannot feel or hear God, when perhaps we are avoiding him in what is around us?  And that takes time and energy, not writing people and situations off.

Reality is rarely the perfection we think it will be, but is the better for that.  Reality is beyond the box we might put it in.  Deeper, greater, stronger.

God is not tame, limited by our imaginings of him.  He is way beyond that – and it is perhaps that that makes him believable.

I’ve ‘taken up’ C S Lewis for Lent.

They’re a couple of books that I found when we moved, and thought ‘I must have another read of those one day’.  Well in an effort to do something productive during Lent, ‘one day’ has come.

I started with The Screwtape Letters and now I’m moving on to ‘Prayer: Letters to Malcolm‘ , first published 1964.  It must be about 25 years since I read it – and a lot of water has passed under this bridge since then.

I’ll share just some of my random thoughts as I work my way through it – hoping they might spark some thought.  Feel free to comment!

Giving it up for Jesus

•March 24, 2010 • Leave a Comment

What would you think if you went into your garage and found someone there about to take your car; and when you challenged them they said, “The Lord needs it”?!  You might be rather suspicious, probably rightly so, but that is the situation that the owner of the colt finds himself in in this reading.

We don’t know whether the man knew Jesus, perhaps he did and that’s why he needed no further explanation.  If Jesus needed something of his he could have it.

But it may not have been convenient.  He may have been going somewhere else himself with his colt that day; he may not have thought it was ready to be ridden yet; perhaps he’d just got it clean and groomed and didn’t want it dirtying on the streets.  All it took was those words, “The Lord needs it” and there was no further question.

How do we respond the that thought?  “The Lord needs it”.  ‘Here Lord, take it, what I have is yours to use as you need’?  Or ‘Actually Lord, that’s really not quite convenient today, I had other plans, it’s not ready, I don’t want what I have spoiling’…

A similar thing happens later in the day.  As Jesus rides along the people throw their coats on the floor ahead of him.  This was clearly a sign of honour and respect.  But again it asks the question, ‘would I have done that for Jesus?’  Would you want a donkey trampling over your coat – whoever was riding on it?  If these people were in Jerusalem approaching the Passover, were they there in their best clothes, wanting to keep them clean and smart for the special day?  Would they have been cold if they took their coats off – after all they were wearing them in the first place?  But these question seem not to be important, what matters is honouring Jesus riding into Jerusalem.

I love the image of pomp and celebration encapsulated in the picture of Jesus riding and the people shouting and cheering for Jesus.  But it makes me wonder where I would be in the scene?  Laying down my all for Jesus to use, or holding back?  Shouting his praise, or worried about the commotion?

What is Jesus saying to you, “The Lord needs it”, and will you let him have it?