From East End Lawyer to East Riding Priest:

One Man’s Journey.

There is a school of thought which suggests that smell is the most potent of our senses.  This is largely because its receptor in our brain is located next to our memories.  This means that our memories can be vividly activated by an aroma which takes us back to where we first encountered it or some significant event with which it was involved.

The East End of London where I was born, and later spent five years training to qualify as a solicitor, was a place of memorable aromas.  Some were exceedingly odd to find just on the outskirts of the City of London.  For example, the smell of the smoke-house used by a local fishmonger for curing herring and haddock.  Similarly the aroma of the adjoining bakery at the back of the bread shop which was an unexpected pleasure.  These were good smells indeed, - unlike the effusions of the River Thames at Limehouse Reach which in those days were, to put it no more strongly, exceedingly pungent, indeed – challenging!

Nowadays I only have to pass either a smokehouse or bakery, both of which exist in Bridlington, to be, momentarily, back in the East End of post-war bombsites and boarded-up, unsafe houses.  Equally, aromas recall vibrant districts which were variously home to the rag trade, and therefore largely Jewish in character, or Chinatown, as it was known, with its many restaurants and colourful lanterns.

To say that the office in which I trained was a multicultural business, long before the politically correct commissars of our time got hold of the word, is an understatement. From bar mitzvahs to Muslim prayer mats and from the Orthodox weddings to liquor licenses for the Roman Catholic Church halls, diversity was at the heart of our office life and it all worked harmoniously.  Our office waiting room was a bit like a meeting of the United Nations.

The local hairdresser was Jewish and fiercely proud of his son at Oxford University. He left me in his chair half-done one afternoon because he heard on the radio that the second half of his daily double had just won at Kempton Park racecourse. He returned after about 10 minutes, finished my haircut and let me off the fee because he said I had brought him luck.

By way of contrast there was an occasion when I caused great concern on my train home one Christmas Eve.  I had placed a large plastic bag on the roof rack and it kept producing the noise of moving liquid.  It was a “thank you” gift from a Chinese client of a whole cooked chicken in its own sauce which provided Christmas dinner for the five of us at home.

The dark side of the East End came home to me some two years later and can best be exemplified by the very nervous voice of our receptionist as she told me that she had some clients in reception who wanted to see someone immediately and I was the only male in the building at the time.  The reason for her nervousness was that the clients were the Kray twins and they did not like to be kept waiting!  I survived as you can see.  I also saw them again briefly the next day to complete the task they had given me.

I cannot deny that it was a nerve-racking experience for a 20-year-old trainee.  On the other hand it was all part of what is sometimes called ‘life’s rich tapestry’.  There can be no doubt that the East End of those dim and distant days of the 1950’s & 60’s was something of a law unto itself.  On the other hand the same strange blend of criminals, celebrities, politicians and the police has emerged again in the last 15 years or so.  Just as in those days public houses like the ‘Prospect of Whitby’ & ‘The Blind Beggar’ could guarantee to have this mix alongside regulars from the immediate localities, I suspect that they or others like them would be exactly the same today.

Another recollection drawn from my early days in training relates to the day when I was taken by the Managing Clerk responsible for my teaching in Probate cases, to see the widow of a deceased client.  It was a strict Roman Catholic family of Italian origin living in a small terraced house near our office. When we arrived we were shown into a room which was very dimly lit with just a candle and with curtains drawn.  We were invited to sit at the table which had been laid with tea and biscuits.

My colleague conducted the interview with the widow of the deceased, obtained all the necessary information and documents and when the business part of meeting was over he said to her, “Ricardo looks very peaceful.”

I was somewhat surprised by this comment having noted that my colleague was looking at something behind me as he spoke.  I turned and immediately behind me saw something I had definitely not seen in the subdued light when we had come in. - namely, the deceased standing upright in his coffin with his eyes open!  It was my first encounter with a dead body and my world completed several revolutions before my equilibrium was restored.  That morning I learned that it was prudent to take nothing for granted!

My reflections on those early days begin first and foremost with the observation that my school friends, most of whom went off to university, remained young for far longer than I did.  Let me explain.  After about two months working in the office as tea maker, telephonist, post-boy, lunch-getter and runner of errands, my Principal sent for me.  He explained that I needed to do all that I had been engaged in to date, so that I might properly understand how an office functions.  He told me that he wanted me to know what sort of people were needed to make it work at its best and in order to understand that, I needed to be able to do the jobs myself.  Now the time had come when I had to expand my horizons.

In order to take the next step he asked me to put on my coat, pick up a briefcase, and walk a route he described to me which ended at Thames magistrates’ court.  I did as I was told and when I arrived at the court my Principal was waiting to meet me.  I asked him why I had been required to do what I had engaged in.

My principal told me that I had needed to be seen and recognised and so my walk had been watched all the way.  He explained that because we only acted for defendants, we were very important within the community and that this applied especially to the male members of staff.  I know that that sounds pretty sexist but remember I’m speaking of a time over 50 years ago when female solicitors were a rarity.  For instance, in my Law School class of 56 people, only four were female. Now I had been seen recognised and would be safe wherever I went in the East End.

My Principal then took me into the police station next to the court and introduced me to the Desk Sergeant.  He in turn took me downstairs into what was known as ‘The Museum’.  There he showed me the collection of knives, guns, thumbscrews, knuckle dusters, hammers, axes, whips, ropes of all kinds, bullet-proof vests, boots, swords, syringes, pliers and in fact anything that could be used by one human being to inflict pain, injury or death on another.

That afternoon not only did I see the implements themselves but also pictures of the results of their work from various pieces of evidence, including crime scene photographs gathered over many years.  Finally I was shown extracts from confiscated films of various sorts including every sort of sexual deviation imaginable!

I went on that visit aged 18 and came out aged 40.  Indeed, my wife Sue has always maintained that I did not start to be my real age until I was well past that time in my life.  I truly could not take in what I had seen that afternoon.  It is one thing to read books or newspapers but to see something of the reality is an altogether different experience.

My limited schoolboy horizon had expanded out of all recognition as the result of my East London experiences.  I was being provided with stepping-stones into the world which included the Royal Courts of Justice, Lincoln’s Inn, the Temple, Somerset House and hours spent in Brixton and other prisons where I interviewed clients.  I also spent a lot of time at various magistrates’ courts, the London Quarter Sessions, and The Old Bailey.

On the other side of the coin I also experienced my fair share of being taken for a ride to teach me, it was said, not to be tempted to get above myself.  For example. on one occasion I was given details of a claim which had been made against the owner of a merchant ship, which according to the Lloyd’s Register was moored at Wapping.  I was told to issue proceedings against the vessel in respect of the debt which was owed by its owner, and then to serve the Writ on the vessel.  I read that this was achieved by nailing a sealed copy of it to the mast which had the effect of ‘arresting the ship.’

I was left to my own devices in this matter (as a test I later discovered) and I set off armed with the office hammer and a supply of nails coupled with the necessary documents which I had very cleverly, I thought, placed in a see-through plastic bag. My pride was very short-lived when I was confronted by a very large vessel with a solid metal mast!

I had not read the amendments to the legislation which now allowed the service of the proceedings on a ship to be sellotaped instead of nailed in place.  Luckily for me the master of the vessel was still aboard who did know about this and helped me out!  The owners, it seemed, had not paid him either and so they were not his best friends!

There were two things that I learned early on in my career which have stayed with me ever since, even though the circumstances within society have changed so much since my training took place.  The first is that in those days there were only three professions, namely the ancient and long established legal profession, the church, and the new boy on the block namely medicine.  

These three professions shared two features of enormous importance I was told, since they distinguished them from all other means of earning a living.  The first was that they were based on vocation, that is to say a calling to be of service.  That vocation was exemplified by one’s duty to serve one’s client or in the case of the church, parishioners and for medicine, one’s patients.  One did this by affording total confidentiality and providing a personal service at any time of night or day if asked to do so.

It was explained to me that bills were usually to be delivered after, not as a pre condition of, providing the required response.  It was stressed to me more times than I care to remember that being professional meant never withholdings one’s services and always doing one’s best until the task was completed.

I had to put these early lessons into practice on a number of occasions, one of which was when, as a young solicitor, I had to respond to a telephone call from a hospital.  A client of mine had been taken, in a very poorly state, into Whipps Cross hospital.  She had only a few hours left to live and wanted to make a will.  The doctor who told me this and to whom my client had made the request, urged me to make haste.

Fortunately I had some suitable paper in my briefcase and when I arrived at the hospital I was able to write out a will there and then.  Since my client chose to appoint me as one of her executors, I asked the doctor and a nurse to witness my client’s signature.  She died two hours after I left the hospital at 3 o’clock that morning.

After my five years in articles I had been admitted as a solicitor in March 1962 at which time I became solicitor number 18,212 on the Roll of solicitors which in those days was unofficially limited to 20.000 at any one time.  The examination which I had sat in November the previous year comprised seven

3-hour papers lasting consecutively from Monday morning through to Thursday lunchtime.  Each paper had to be passed in one examination sitting and the total number of marks for the seven papers had to exceed an aggregate mark.  Furthermore each paper began with three compulsory questions which carried 60% of the marks.  There really was no place to hide (!) – and failure to achieve any of these requirements meant retaking the examination in its entirety.

Later in the 1960’s it became possible to resit one paper if it had been failed.  Then the papers were divided into two, with three subjects in one sitting and four in another.  Graduates were then required to serve only two years in articles instead of five which meant that many of them never fully understood office routines and practice.  It was said that the profession was modernizing and at the same time rapidly increasing its numbers to over 100,000 without any loss in quality.

Moving on from East London where I had worked as a solicitor for two years after qualifying I then spent time first in rural Essex and then in the Town Clerk’s Department of Bradford City Council.  After that I moved to a building society in Leicester and then spent four years with an international industrial conglomerate in London before returning to Bradford and becoming the secretary and legal advisor to a major building society.

It was during my second spell in Bradford that I became a Reader in the Church of England and later offered myself for consideration as an ordinand.  My vocation was tested and accepted and so I prepared to begin three years part-time training for non-stipendiary (that is to say unpaid) ministry.  I was sent to Oak Hill College in Southgate in North London at the direction of the then Bishop of St Albans.  That was because by that time we had moved to Berkhamsted in Hertfordshire so that I could work as a consultant to those working in the financial services area.  These clients included banks, insurance companies and mortgage lenders.  I made the choice to pursue that course after much prayer and in the belief that it was the right direction of travel me and for our growing family.

It was indeed a dramatic decision for someone who, had he stayed where he was, would have had a much more secure and financially advantageous future especially with four dependent children.  However, building societies were undergoing the change from mutual organizations, that is to say ones whose members’ interests were paramount, to commercial undertakings motivated by what I believe accountants are pleased to call “the bottom line”.

It was a shift of focus exemplified by the change of name of what was once the Personnel Department.  That department had been there in the past to help recruit personnel and then to look after them once recruited.  Now, as Human Resources Departments, they became a tool of management and, in the process, rapidly developed a far less caring outlook.

When I take stock and look back, I can see the recognition of this change as a distinct turning point in my life which led me away from the comfortable world of a commercial lawyer.  It came about because I had promised, with agreement from my management colleagues, that those members of my staff who obtained the right qualifications would have the opportunity to train to become solicitors.  In due course the day came when the first person achieved the necessary qualifications to go ahead and asked to do so.

However, when I met with the head of this new Human Resources Department, I was told that the society had changed its collective mind on such matters without any consultation with those actually involved.  I had given my word and several members of staff had worked very hard at evening classes to achieve the necessary qualifications.  They were now, due to a change of policy of which they were not made aware, cut adrift.  As far as I was concerned the breach of trust to which my staff had been subjected was unacceptable and, consequently, I left.

The move south was an enormous leap of faith into the unknown at the age of 47 with, as I have said, four children still in full time education.  It came after much prayer culminating in a lunch-time of prayer in Bradford Cathedral during which I believe I heard a voice which said to me, “Go and see what I shall show you”

Now I know that such experiences have to be tested and so I related the words and their context to an experienced Christian whose spirituality I trusted.  When she said that the words spoke to her, in other words that they sounded to be from God, then in much trepidation but with the support of my family we left the north of England for a new job and the start of college life.

We had decided to live in Berkhamsted because of the sign over an Arts & Craft shop on the High Street.  It said, “We are here to serve the Risen Lord.”  This was the sign for which Sue and I had been praying and so I enquired at the shop as to where the Lord was worshipped.  As a result I was introduced to the Parish Church of St. Michael and All Angels, Sunnyside.

When I tell you that one of my daughters-in-law now runs that same Arts & Crafts shop, I am compelled to reflect on where prayer can lead.  I had the privilege of conducting Lawrence and Jo’s wedding in the self-same Sunnyside church on the weekend after my ordination.  By the way, my ordination took place not in St Albans Abbey but in Bradford Cathedral in July 1989 after our recent return to the North.

A further turning point came when, after serving for two years as curate at Rawdon Parish church on the outskirts of Leeds and working as a consultant on my own account, I was invited to serve full-time as curate at the parish church in Ilkley. As a result I was no longer a lawyer or a consultant but now a full-time priest.  I could have remained full-time in the church but it was not to be because, when it was time to move on, the church could not find a placement which was able to accommodate a very difficult family situation which had arisen.  So, I now found myself out of work and in what seemed like a wilderness.

At this point I want to digress for a moment or two to talk about an item of attire ‘preaching tabs’ as they are known to clerics.  They are part of standard wear in formal situations for clergy of an evangelical inclination but are also obligatory dress for lawyers in their role as advocates, whether barristers or solicitors, to whom they may be referred to as ‘bands.’

This overlap in symbolism between law and church is no mere accident but is in fact indicative of their common origins at least in this country.  The role of the Lord Chancellor, whatever might have become of it in modern times, began life as a high church official who was also regarded as Keeper of the King’s conscience.  At court he was a trusted confidante and advisor to the Monarch - bearing in mind that such men, as exemplified by Wolsey, were often also cardinals or princes of the church.

Out of that role at court alongside the monarch sprang a parallel court system exercised by the Lord Chancellor dispensing justice based on an equitable view of matters and thus ameliorating what could sometimes be seen as a harshness and inflexibility in the operation of the Common Law dispensed by the monarch’s courts.

Just as an aside, we hear the faint echoes of this historical emergence of our legal system in the names given to the Divisions of the High Court in earlier years.  Indeed the very word ‘Court’ reminds us of the way in which the King would go on royal progress round the country to dispense justice, sentence criminals and settle disputed.  Hence the way in which judge’s travel round their circuits to do the same today exercising their role on behalf of the Monarch.

The Queen’s Bench Division presided over by the Lord Chief Justice is still the branch which focuses on the common law.  The Chancery Division, presided over by the Lord Chancellor, deals with cases where it has been difficult to find justice in the common law approach; an example with which we may be familiar relates to the seeking of Judicial Review of Government or other beauracratic decisions. 

Those who in earlier years appeared to argue cases for the often illiterate or inarticulate people who came before the courts became barristers and those who solicited work for them were to emerge as solicitors.  Those tabs or bands were worn to mark them out because, like the clergy, the wearer was seeking the sort of justice tempered with mercy dispensed by Moses in accordance with the two tablets of stone received by him on the Holy Mountain.  Hence the reference to preaching ‘tabs’ – short for ‘tablets’ and the link to advocacy and law.

I have mentioned all this by way of a practical demonstration that perhaps my pursuit of these two roles can be seen as slightly less incongruous than might otherwise be the case!

Returning to my story - in a strange sequence of events, Sue & I found ourselves on the move once again - this time to East Yorkshire.  There the family situation which had been difficult earlier, resolved itself but another, the third, turning point came with my spending two years in and then emerging from clinical depression  - ‘ dark night of the soul’ as someone referred to it..

Maybe this was the final stripping away of the remnants of the image I might once have had of myself as a highflying lawyer, senior building society manager or consultant.  Depression was a bleak and isolating experience but I was blessed with a very supportive family & friends, and I emerged.

I found myself able to serve a number of congregations who were without a priest and one benefice in particular in due course welcomed me as its ‘House-for-Duty Priest-in-Charge (that is to say unpaid but with a Rectory to live in rent-free), although I think that my wife Sue’s ability as an organist had more than a little to do with it - two for the price of one perhaps!

Thus began four very happy and fulfilling years of service based at Burton Agnes, serving 4 rural parishes. I learned to adjust to the pace of rural life, to recognise the demands placed on the farming community and to take the unexpected in my stride.

For example a funeral visit found me talking to a man in his 80’s who had been married to his deceased wife for over 60 years.  Neither the man nor his good lady could have stood over 5’2” tall judging from his height when I met him and from the wedding photograph he showed me.

Imagine then, my surprise when he announced in reply to the question, “Is there one thing about your wife that stands out for you after 60 years of marriage?” he replied, “She made the best cement in East Yorkshire.”  When I asked him to explain it came down to this.  When war broke out Violet was considered too short for the Services, so she borrowed an uncle’s small truck, acquired a cement mixer and offered her services as a repairer of airfield runways.  That was her job for the rest of the war and a letter from the authorities at Leconfield testified to the ‘excellence of her work.’

So here I am.  My “House-for-Duty” days are over.  They were brought to an end by the repercussions, now mercifully in remission, of a triple heart bypass.  In their place has come a great deal of writing, some copies of one fruit of which, I have brought with me namely “Sally’s Angel” a short story book for children up to the age of say 11 as well, I am told, for some adults of an inquiring mind.

So, what have I learned on my journey?  How, perhaps, do I view the roles of lawyer and priest as I look back on them?

Well, as a lawyer I provided a service, but as a priest I was the service.  What I mean by that is, that as a lawyer I took the instructions of my client and for a fee carried out work to achieve their objectives.  I got peoples’ houses bought and sold, obtained divorces, settled estates and defended the accused.  I did not become involved beyond doing the job required.  Indeed in many ways an involved lawyer is not much use.

However, the priest cannot easily be effective without a measure of involvement. ‘Time’ is the priest’s gift but is what the lawyer charges for.  The lawyer may sympathise but the priest must, whenever possible, empathise.

I have also learned that the work of the Holy Spirit, that mysterious third person of the Christian Trinity, is very much alive and well in many more people today than we may perhaps give credit for.  From my own life I will leave you with one last story about this from the recent past. 

In anticipation of some surgery I asked a priest to lay hands on me by way of preparation.  He did this as part of the prayers at a mid-week communion service and he also anointed me.  During this process I experienced a figure I recognised as Jesus coming to me and passing into me, and I heard the words,’ You in me and me in you.’  I felt a tremendous sense of reassurance.

The following day the operation took place under a general anaesthetic and, as I was being prepared, the anaesthetist asked me what I though I might dream about.  I told him that I did not dream in these circumstances, but had been told that I said things.  I asked him to remember if I said anything of note, and he promised to do so. 

After the operation the surgeon came to check on me and asked if I had seen the anaesthetist.  When I said I had not, he smiled broadly and said he would send him round.  When I asked if I had said anything he said, “Oh yes!”, but would say no more.  It was, he said, the anaesthetist’s story.

The anaesthetist, when he arrived, told me that after the anaesthetic had taken effect and I was well and truly ‘out’, I had suddenly said, “I see Jesus coming,” and all the indicators on the monitoring equipment went completely haywire causing absolute mayhem.  He eventually got things under control but said he’d never seen anything like it and didn’t want to ever again! When Jesus says, “You in me and me in you” it is something I profoundly believe in.

How do I look back on all this?  Well, I could sum it up in this way “true love has no need of lawyers.”  Jesus had no time for them and in my experience, on both sides of the fence, lawyers are only brought in when sadly love has been ejected.

On a personal note, what God has shown me, following that Bradford Cathedral lunchtime, has been a roller coaster of experiences which have been exhilarating, humbling and at times, inspiring.  And I would not have missed any of it.

John 14 vs 1 - 14

“We beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,

full of grace and truth”

These words from John’s Gospel tell of the most tremendous, transforming experience in John’s long life. They speak to us of the glory of the man who became John’s Lord and Master, a glory that John saw each and every day in the company of Jesus in the same way as the Apostle Peter also saw it.

For both men the glory they saw was life-changing, just as it was for St Paul on the road to Damascus. It was something never- to- be- forgotten and an experience about which all three wrote. And they were not alone.

The shepherds experienced a heavenly display on a hillside above Bethlehem. Their terror changed to awe and wonder, once they had been reassured by the Angels they met, following which they were able go into the town to see that God had been born in glory as an infant a stable.

Today we are told that Christmas is for children and so, in a purely secular and commercial way, it tends to be.  But the real Christmas is for everyone, young, middle-aged and elderly unlike. None are excluded. The account of the birth of Jesus and its sequel is a message of hope, real hope, for us all.

As such it is also a reason for thanksgiving for us all. This is because there are no exclusions. There are no requirements to be born great, intelligent or lucky. Nor do we have to work for the hope that is God’s gift to all mankind.

All that is needful to avail ourselves of the hope of Christmas and beyond, is to open our ears and eyes and hearts what God is saying to us ,what in other words he wants us to hear see and do. We need nothing more.

When in due time Mary and Joseph took Jesus to the Temple as required by Jewish law, they were met by Simeon. He was now a very old man and had waited all his life for this one day.  Now he saw the hope and glory given by God to mankind. Now he could at last depart in peace having seen God’s plan for man’s salvation in the form of a little child.

Simeon is an encouragement to us all and a person worth thinking about.  Firstly he teaches that it is never too late. Some are fit, others perhaps not so; some of us are at peace, others have worries; some grieve, while others rejoice; but we all have one thing in common.  One day we will stand before God when our sojourn here comes to its end. But the question for us is this:  ‘Will we be able to speak as Simeon did?’

For some the answer is a resounding ‘NO’ because fear or ignorance rules where love should abide.  Jesus invites us to take into our lives the love he offers along with the reassurance that it abides for ever.

John also confirms that those who receive Jesus, those that is, who hear and accept his Word, can become sons and daughters of God.  That is a truly amazing state of affairs which only requires our positive response in order to become a present reality.

 “Lord Jesus I believe, help thou my unbelief.”

Jesus is the child whose coming into the world we celebrate on this day.  He is the crucified and risen Lord through whom God reveals his love which he shares with us if we allow it.

‘His love has no limit, his grace has no measure,

His power has no boundary known unto man.

For out of his manifest riches in Jesus

He giveth and giveth and giveth again.”

May that love enable us all to see that what John Wesley said is true –

“THE BEST OF ALL IS GOD IS WITH US”

and may we be able to say with St John “WE BEHELD HIS GLORY”

In the world, not of it

In the world, not of it.

Let us look at two men and see what happens when a new approach is offered to them.

Here is a young man inquiring about heaven. He is wedded to the wealth he has accumulated but, by asking Jesus about heaven, he invites a different perspective.

The world admires him for his wealth and, as a result, it rewards him with status. However, Jesus says, “No, do not be beguiled by your wealth; instead give it away because it is clouding your vision.” Sadly the young man goes away disappointed because is it is not what he wanted to hear.

Contrast him with Zacchaeus who, when called to do so, abandoned his elevated position and his wealth in order to entertain Jesus. As a result he begins his journey towards the kingdom of God and the life to come.

In the world’s view status, power and wealth are what work for mankind. They do so because they do indeed have their own rewards in the here and now. However they all too frequently prevent those who cling to them from forming a view of what lies beyond the immediate.

It is when we introduce love that a new perspective is capable of emerging and it is one which offers a completely different outlook. It is a dynamic and radical alternative because it allows us a freedom which infiltrates all aspects of our lives. Why is that and how does it come about?

Let us look first at what wealth demands from those who inherit or set out to accumulate it.

Wealth requires that we attend to its needs. We must monitor its size to see if it is growing or declining. We are required to examine the strength of its performance and to change its location if appropriate. Another task is to keep track of the performance of our portfolio compared with those of others whom we regard as our peers or betters. In other words wealth demands that we spend time with it and worry over all aspects of its well-being.

Wealth also brings responsibilities and the larger the sums we accumulate, the greater the burden we carry. Not least, wealth insists on our attention to it while at the same time making us the focus of the attention of others. We become the subject of scrutiny by those who view us as perspective customers for their services or products, as well as those who see us as potential allies or investors in their enterprises or activities. We also become the target of those who see us as competitors in the race for status.

We appear on lists, both public and private, which determine whether we are worthy of an invitation to this or that event. We are also assessed to see whether we should be offered greater status, a higher position perhaps, because our wealth justifies it.

Here we have arrived at the nub of the matter. We are listed, courted and feted, not for who we are, but for what we have acquired. Our wealth, in reality, comes to own us, not the other way round.

That reality dictates where we live, where we holiday, with whom we spend our time and what activities we engage in. We become the servants of the status imposed on us in the eyes of others. We can enjoy the power and privilege that status provides but how carefully do we consider the price exacted by it which is, emphatically, not quantifiable in monetary terms.

I am reminded of the experience of a friend who encountered a very wealthy and successful businessman who was approaching the last week of his life. In the quiet of the early hours one morning he confided to my friend, who sat beside his bed to listen, that he had wasted his life. That was because he had done nothing to prepare for death and now he thought it too late.

This was his soul’s response to a life lived not only in this world but also totally of this world. His wealth, his power as chairman of several companies and his status, exemplified by a knighthood, these were the controlling influences in his life. Fortunately for that man, he was in the company of someone who was able to bring him face to face with a different eternal reality. In a very real sense God sent him an angel.

“Be in the world not of the world” was the advice given by Jesus - but how exactly do we do that?

By surrendering what we are and have, to the blazing light of love because, in the process, we discover our true destiny. Where power sees wealth as a ladder to status, love sees it as opening the door to generosity of heart and a spirit of compassion. Where status seeks the highest rung on wealth’s ladder, love seeks to find where it can be of service. Love transforms our perceived right to wealth into a vision of the trust that wealth places upon us.

If we let it, love will teach us to surrender to the desire for wealth and to let what we have speak through us of the generosity and compassion that God requires us to show to the world of which we are a part.

Remembrance Sunday

Remembrance Sunday  2012

Remembrance is a word that has come to be used with very particular significance on this Sunday in each year. It invites us to bring to mind the sacrifices made on our behalf in two world wars and more recently, in other conflicts around the world in which our armed forces have been involved.

What I want to focus on is our recollection of the stated purpose underlying the sacrifice from which we benefit. It is said that people gave their lives so that we might remain a free people. They went to war for a freedom worth fighting to preserve and it is a freedom which remains with us to this day.

The question I want to pose in the face of this is “what are we doing with that freedom?” or to put it another way “how jealously are we guarding it.?” A supplementary question is this “what is our response today, as a society, to the sacrifice of previous generations?”

Perhaps before I go on to address these questions it might be helpful to recall that the year after next will be the centenary of the outbreak of World War I. A year later, in 2015, we will see a situation where no one under the age of 70 years will have been alive while a world war was in progress.

What all this means in practice is that World War I is now a remote memory for all but a tiny handful. Furthermore, soon, the Second World War will follow suit. So how will future generations regard what we celebrate today? What will they make of the Cenotaph, British Legion poppies and the town and village war memorials which populate our land? How will the symbols of remembrance be viewed?

Well, I did some very cursory research by asking a few folk in their forties the simple question “what does Remembrance Sunday mean to you?”

The immediate off-the-cuff responses were, to say the least of it, discouraging.

They were as follows:-

“What I have seen on television is boring.”

“It all seems to glorify war and to be too triumphalist.”

“When it comes to later conflicts like Iraq and Afghanistan we were just plain wrong to get involved.”.

I could not of course leave it there. So, I asked a different question, namely:-

“Do you value the freedom this country enjoys?” - And the overwhelming response was positive.

So what you find here is a complete fracture disconnecting one generation’s understanding of what Remembrance Sunday is about and what the next generation perceives it as calling to mind. Where some see sacrifice, others see triumphalism, and the glorification of, or justification for, war. However, both groups say that they value their freedom and so we come back to the question, - “What have we done with the freedom that has been bequeathed to us by those who gave their lives?”

There is not enough time to explore that fully so I want to dwell on just one aspect of it and it is this. Our ancestors went into two world wars on behalf of a nation which was unequivocally Christian in the way in which it saw itself.

It played host to small groups from other faiths and of other ethnic heritages which, like Jewish community which had been here for centuries, learned our language and respected our laws. They had accepted hospitality, chosen to make their homes and live their lives here and so they settled down to blend in and raise their families. In other words they integrated with their fellow citizens.

We may reasonably conclude that those who came here, among other things, did so in order to enjoy our status as an independent nation, as well as our hard-won and democratically-based freedom. They also came here knowing that we were a Christian country whose whole history, laws, constitution and way of life had Christianity as its basis and at its heart.

Sadly, our established Anglican church has not done nearly enough to remind our fellow citizens of the value of the history, heritage and freedom of which Christianity has been at the centre for over 1500 years. Nor has it worked nearly hard enough to be sure that our fellow citizens are aware of how Christianity in this country has moved and evolved with the national life that has continued to evolve around it.

It is especially sad, in my view, that our leadership has failed to stress the huge differences between the evolution of Christianity, not just in this country but throughout the world, when contrasted with the refusal of Islam to face the need to reform itself. I only have time here to mention a couple examples.

The Bible has emerged since its origins through many languages. In this country, after a long struggle against a reluctant clergy, it has been authorised to be read by English men and women in their own language for over four hundred years. Contrast this with the Koran which can only be read authoritatively in Arabic.

We might also reasonably ask whether it is right in this country for a call to prayer to be broadcast in a foreign language rather than English? Isn’t that both discourteous and divisive?

Furthermore, why are children in our schools taught, regardless of their own chosen faith or ethnic background, to say the words ‘peace be upon him’ if the name of the leader of the Muslim faith is mentioned, while Christian symbols are banned in case they ‘cause offence’.

It is time now for our freedom to be protected by all of us. We need to find a way to rise above our cultural, religious and ethnic differences in order to recognize that respect is a two-way street. Muslims who have accepted our hospitality must come to respect the implications of their own actions. Our language, our history and the Christian basis for our laws and traditions preserve freedom for all of us. However, that freedom is in danger if those Muslims who come here continue to harbour the view that they need to fight against our values and way of life.

They need to decide whether they are Medina Muslims or Mecca Muslims. In other words, do they follow the Prophet who was prepared to live in peace and harmony with those of other ethnic origins and faith traditions or do they believe in the Prophet who was a warlord and told his followers not to befriend Christians or Jews.  Muslims also need to be free to read and pray in the language of the country they have decided to live in. The freedom and hospitality they have accepted requires that reciprocation.

So how can our Anglican church help? Well, we are ideally placed to do just that. After all, the Archbishop of Canterbury is the leader of a church with representation around the globe. This carries with it, experience in many different countries, cultures and languages.

Thus we can offer help, guidance and encouragement to Muslims in this country who wish to undertake the sort of ‘Reformation’ that Christianity went through 600 years ago. Incidentally for Islam that coincides chronologically with the Reformation of Catholicism itself.

We Anglicans have plenty of experienced both in terms of lay folk and theologians to help in this process. The objective would be to make the ideas of Islam accessible to all and to remove the natural fear and suspicion which arises when a call to prayer and sermons are proclaimed in a foreign language on one’s own soil. This is quite apart from the fact that the text of the Koran itself and Islam’s other sources of authority cannot at the present time be read authoritatively in English

So as we remember our freedom of religion in this country, we have an ideal opportunity to extend a hand of friendship as churches to go alongside the hospitality we already extend as a nation.

We will be saying to Muslims in this country “come with us and learn how we have arrived where we are. Open up your holy books to us so that we can read them in our language just as people around the world read the Bible in their own tongues. Let us hear your call to prayer you prayers themselves and your sermons in a language we can understand”

There are many other areas where we can be of help but I’m sure that these will find their way onto the list once the process starts. However on this day of remembrance I would like this to see that the call to remember the price of freedom sits well with a call to enter into meaningful discussion with Islam.

I am sure that there are many devout, serious and peaceful Muslims in this country who would like to see their faith emerge from the shadows of suspicion and distrust. We Anglicans are ideally to help them with this process. If we can succeed, then the freedom we enjoy will stand far more chance of becoming a freedom fully shared.

We all need to be able to hear, in a language we share, what a Remembrance Sunday is about. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our church were to declare this clearly and very openly and without the fear of hostility from either state or citizen.

Now there’s a task for our new Archbishop!!

A reflection on Ecclesiastes chapter 3 vv 1-8

I have paused and considered the words of Kings and courtiers, free men and slaves. I have seen merchants come and go plying their wares, silks and jewels, rare spices and precious metal brooches. I have watched the seasons pass, seen the flowers spring up in the rain and fade in the heat of the sun, observed the cattle fatten and later, seen the roast turning on the spit.

For now the prince is young and strong but, soon enough, he will grow old and weak. Presently the spring is full of vigour and the soil is ready for planting but then will come the harvest and the autumn of the year when the earth prepares for rest.

Today my voice is clear and my eye is sharp but my tomorrow beckons and when it comes, I shall fall silent with unseeing gaze.

Constant in all this is God who waits in the perpetual light of his love. God seems that all through the affairs of man, a balance is maintained. He who is beyond time preserves it for us. He who speaks is beyond our understanding, restores peace after our wars have run their course.

Through it all the silence of God reminds us of our own purpose which is to love our God and obey his commandments. When we do this, we can also love our neighbours as ourselves.

Harvest 2012

Harvest 2012

The New Testament is full of references to various aspects of agriculture of which John Chapter 15 is just one example. Another is Jesus likening himself to a vine and His Father to a gardener. However, if we search the Old Testament we come across little gems like the book of Ruth, which also draws heavily on the rural scene and has a lot of instructions within its chapters.  Ruth also happens to be a good story with a very tough beginning but a wonderful outcome.

Put briefly, Naomi is living in Judah with her husband and two sons. When famine strikes, the family migrates to Moab. It is a decision that does not turn out well, for although the boys married, first their father and then they themselves die. So Naomi decides to return to the land from which she came.

The two widowed daughters-in-law, of whom one is Ruth, follow tradition and set out with their mother-in-law for Judah since they now consider themselves to be part of their husbands’ family. But Naomi decides to release them from that obligation, despite which Ruth chooses to stays with her for the journey to her new home.

Ruth follows Naomi’s instruction and starts to fit in with her life and so she goes gleaming for corn following on behind the harvesters and collecting what has been missed.  As a result she meets Boaz the owner of the field where she is working. A happy coincidence that he should come to that field on that day at just the time when he can see and meet Ruth. Perhaps however, like me, you think that it is something much more significant than mere coincidence.

Boaz, who is one of the wealthiest men in Bethlehem, in due course marries Ruth and two generations later a grandson David is born who is subsequently crowned King.  Some 28 generations later chapter 1 of St Matthew’s gospel tells us that Jesus is a direct descendent of David and hence Ruth.

We again can ask ourselves again whether this is a coincidence or do we see here God at work? I suggest that what the story of Ruth tells us is that obedience to God leads to a rich harvest, and that it is no coincidence that the young widow gleamed for her mother-in-law because it was her duty but also out of love became an ancestor of Jesus the Christ.  Incidentally, she also became one of only two females to have a book in the Bible named after her, the other being Esther.

Jesus himself uses the analogy of a vine and its branches to paint his own agricultural harvest picture for us to consider. He tells us that if we are to bear fruit then we need to obey his commandments. Naomi and her family followed their own path instead of choosing to rely on God’s provision. In doing this they followed an identical path to many others. 

As a result of her decision Naomi found herself widowed and childless. That was not a punishment but just the outcome of the choice she made. However she had the chance to salvage something from what must have seemed like a disaster. She made the decision to return to the land where God was in charge and he gave her a faithful companion to accompany her.

And so it came to pass Naomi bore fruit by her sound advice to Ruth which was in accordance with the law and custom of the day. Ruth also bore fruit because of her obedience both to her obligations to Naomi and then, because she followed Naomi’s guidance. Their harvests came by following the path God laid out for them - although in Naomi’s case, after a false start!

What of us? Well, if we are to bear fruit then we are given guidance by St. Paul as to what that fruit might be. He tells us that certain characteristics are to be sought after. If we are truly going to look to loving our neighbours as ourselves, then we need to bear harvests that come from being both companions and imitators of Jesus.

We will need to show others the sort of love that Jesus displayed by his life and ministry. We will need to be people of peace, and to display patience, kindness and goodness. What that requires is the sort of gentleness and self-control that keeps us both joyful and faithful to our Master.

If we look around us, we shall see ample evidence that the alternatives are all too easy to find, and they are not a pretty sight.   However, rather than be dragged down by them and instead following Ruth’s example of faithfulness in the face of adversity, we can by our response to Jesus make a positive difference not just to our own lives but to the lives of others.  That is the sort of personal harvest we need to produce.  It is also the harvest our church needs to gather in.

Psalm 3 & Mark 1 1-13

Recently an experiment in Aberystwyth came to an end.  The Local Authority had earlier decided that if they withdrew their traffic wardens and instead relied on people to park in obedience to the markings on the roads and the notices on lampposts, all would work well and money would be saved as a result.

Well, it didn’t quite work out like that.  Chaos reigned because a minority of people acting just like spoilt children, behaved without any consideration for either the law or other people.  As anyone who has travelled by road will testify – put some ordinary meek and mild persons behind the wheel of a car and they undergo a complete transformation and can behave like power-crazed maniacs.

What we learn from observing the conduct of our national life is that certain characteristics that we can observe on a small scale on our doorsteps and in our homes can also manifest themselves in the lives of our communities and indeed in our national life.

The spoiled and overindulged child who has not been required to observe rules and boundaries will believe that he or she can get away with doing whatever they like in adult life.  Such children are often bullies at school and bullies in the work place.  They are also bullies when they park whether thoughtlessly (“I don’t care”) or arrogantly (“I’m entitled”).  A multi-millionaire footballer recently parked his Bentley in a disabled parking spot when going to collect a pizza and when challenged responded “Don’t you know who I am?”

A similarly arrogant businessman tried jumping the queue at an airport check-in desk and said exactly the same thing to the receptionist who challenged him whereupon she smiled and picked up her microphone saying into the tannoy system ‘I have a gentleman at desk 14 who doesn’t know who he is.  If anybody is able to help this man please come to desk 14.’  The bully retreated to the back of the queue and took his turn.

The point of both stories is that each man might have had an adult body but each also still had the lack of maturity of the spoilt child unable to comprehend civilised conduct or courtesy.  Neither man had grown up.

Now the question is, “what has this got to do with the statement made by Jesus, “Except ye be born again?”  Well that challenge is one which demands a completely fresh approach to life.  And that approach needs, I believe, to be one which finds a better balance between Law and Freedom than many of us as individuals or as members of families, communities and nations have so far managed to achieve.

What is more, that failure is reflected in many of those self-same families, communities and nations.  How else does one explain a man who thinks it is reasonable to sire 17 children whose upkeep he could never afford or the five different females who allowed him to achieve this damaging outcome for the unfortunate children involved?

What am I suggesting is the problem?  Well, I think it is that we are very good at seeing things in black and white but not so good at coping with the shades of grey between the two.

For example in our political life things are either left or right and depending on where we are born and how we are nurtured (or not) there is a strong likelihood that we will be either one or the other for the rest of our lives.  Indeed some parts of the country regard it as bordering on treason to one’s family and community to even think outside the box with the appropriate label on it.

Yet, as Christians, Jesus teaches us that such attitudes are too limited in their outcome.  Take for example the woman caught in adultery.  The law says adultery is wrong, she has been caught, she should be stoned – easy – let’s go for it says the crowd and the outcome is inevitable until, that is, a new approach is brought to bear which asks the question, “Who is fit to carry out the sentence?”  Matters are rarely as black and white as we would like them to be.

But to question ourselves requires maturity and to teach our children maturity is even harder.  “Yes” someone should have said to that man I spoke of earlier ‘you do  have the right to sire children but only if you also have the ability to pay for their upkeep and the maturity to care for them and their mothers so that each of you can educate them and teach them how to live self-reliantly as adults.’

It is, in other words, love – mature love that is not immature lust – that teaches us to live holding our rights and our responsibilities in a harmonious balance.

There is a dynamic, living and evolving Trinity here isn’t there? – The demands of our responsibilities, the freedom of our rights and the mature love that holds them in creative tension.

And if we look carefully we will find that this is a recurrent theme throughout our lives.

The Trinity is supremely Father, Son and Holy Spirit, but it is also a gift for us to use in looking for the way forward in dealing with the difficult issues that can confront us day by day.

We will find when we examine the situations we face that there are choices and that we are very good at seeing two of them.

As a lawyer I was always being accused of being “Mr this and that” – on the one hand this; on the other hand that.  But the key is finding the path that love would take which often means rising above the obvious to discover that there is an alternative we hadn’t previously seen.

Jesus did just that when he said, “Go and sin no more,” and we might do things differently if we considered that what appears obvious is not always right.  Being one of the crowd sometimes means we can get carried away.

So in this Trinity season why not make it our task to look for the way of love as Jesus did.  Sometimes it can be both a difficult path to find and a hard one to follow as the rich young man did – he went away troubled – but how rewarding it is when we find the right way because we let the spirit guide us.  Let us pray that the Spirit fills each one of us with renewed power to see where Jesus is leading.

In His Name