Showing posts from April, 2010

Undecided UK Voter

I'm finding it hard to decide how to vote in the UK Parliamentary Election on 6 May.

That makes me one of the floating voters the 3 main political parties in England are each hoping to scoop up into their ship. I've followed their leaders' televised debates with interest, but I can't vote for Conservative, Labour or Liberal Democrat party (- order strictly alphabetical, not preferential).

There are no candidatates standing for any of these parties in the constituency in which I live. This is because of the quaint tradition of facilitating the return of The Speaker of the House of Commons (who has to be impartial). If you don't know who this is or what this means, official information is here.

There seem to be 11 candidates standing for the Buckingham Constituency, including some standing for minor parties and several standing as Independent candidates. I will not be voting for those standing for the BNP, Monster Raving Loony party, UKIP or Cut the Deficit Party. Altho…

Why do you look for the living among the dead?

As it turned out, they didn't need their spices that morning, only their eyes and ears and a voice to pass on the message they heard,  "why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here. He is risen." Luke 24: 5Alleluia! Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!

Emptiness and Sorrow

The anger, despair and overwhelming sorrow of grief is a unversal human experience. I think it's beautifully portrayed in this detail of a mourning woman. It's from the painting 'Deposition' by the 15th century Flemish painter Rogier van der Weyden. The original oil on panel is in the Museo del Prado, Madrid.

I chose to post this today in an attempt to imaginatively enter the experience of a few women who saw Jesus die, then taken down from the cross and laid in a tomb.

Yesterday during the silence in a Good Friday service I found myself thinking about Jesus' mother at her son's crucifixion. It was almost unbearable for me, even just thinking about Mary's experience. What did she feel like the next day I wonder? How did she with Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James and the other women get through that long sabbath?

Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, I expect to preach from Luke's account of the women with their spices going early to Jesus' tomb, find…

Good Friday

"So they took Jesus;and carrying the cross by himself, he went out to what is called The Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew is called Golgotha. There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, with Jesus between them." John 19: 16 - 18 NRSV

Basin and Towel

I love this poem inspired by part of John 13, the gospel reading for today, Maundy Thursday.

SUPPER BEING ENDEDIn the quiet placeat close of dayhe washes the feet of my mind from the dust of its fret.His infinite eyessee the staining and wounds of the road, his handsbring smartingand cleansingand balm.The grace of his healthrestores my soulher place in the circling stars of perpetual praise.Then, taking again the seamless robe, the Alpha-Omega,Master and Lord,we talk together,friend with friend.Poem by Joan A. Bidwell