On monday clergy from Lincoln diocese spent time with the wedding project team and they showed this clip of a wedding entrance which is viewed by an amazing amount of people….it just seems to draw you in….
This is worth a look at and I agree – a great way to Listen (& read) scritpure!
via The Vicar’s Wife
I saw this liturgy on Jonny Baker’s Blog – fantastic….
Christ’s piece is you,
Christ’s piece is me,
It is those that do,
And it is those that be,
Without one another we can’t cover 360 degrees,
Because we don’t need ‘I’s to see, we need We.
As every image that we see of ourselves is reflected,
Every image that we see of the world is subjective,
We need two points of view to gain some perspective,
And the ability and humility to accept this.
Because in our vision lies division,
A polarised view of action and pacifism,
But contradiction doesn’t mean fact and fiction,
more like discordant harmonies in the melody of wisdom.
I need you, like red needs blue,
You need me, like do needs be,
And life shouldn’t be binary,
Our eyes shouldn’t be primary,
We need to trade in reds and blues for indigos and violets see:
We need to try and be purple.
Not just protest march bruises as we go out and do,
Or blood filled cheeks as we hold our breath and be,
I mean purple.
The hares and the rabbits,
the tortoises and turtles,
So let us be moved to be mauve,
Maroon and mulberry,
Lilac, plum and lavender,
May the red and blue poles of our souls and our minds combine to be magnets of magenta,
May we take the opposites and make the composite,
As every image has its limits
And every picture could be richer,
If we have someone else to see that we are in it,
We need to be purple.
[by Harry Baker aka Dubb]
A BLOGGERS PRAYER
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The next event is 19th June at St. Mary Le Wigfords Church – Lincoln at 6.30pm. Speaker Revd Ian Silk.
Check out their webpage: http://www.u2charistprojectlincoln.co.uk/default.html
It is a fantastic way to alternatively worship God – a one of a kind opportunity – the only service of this type in this country!
I will fill you in on some of the background – the concept came from America – started by the Revd Paige Blair. Our Bishop of Grantham (+Tim) brought the concept over here – you can still listen to the first ever U2charist in this country on the BBC’s Lincoln website www.bbc.co.uk/lincolnshire/faith – it was fabulous!
The U2charist is a service but instead of singing hymns you sing U2’s music. The talks are based on the Millennium Development Goals – of which there are 8. Bono (the lead singer of U2) has been involved in various campaigns trying to Make Poverty History ever since Live Aid happened in the 80’s – and these developed into the 8 goals.
The U2charist is what some people would call a fresh expression of faith – contemporary and definitely not stoggy worship. It is worship that relates to the people and hopefully meets people where they are. It’s a serving community – helping to reach those Jesus would have preached to, the homeless, the community – not inward looking but outward showing people the gospel message in love. It is a project that also reaches wider – to those abroad – educating people that the Millennium Goals will not be met in 2015 if we carry on the way we are. When the Campaign started people wore wristbands in support of making poverty history, in wanting people to be able to have food to eat and drinkable water – they still don’t have this today. Well in our own way we are trying to help with this movement – Jesus is famously known as saying – love God and love your neighbour. We still haven’t managed to get this right yet.
Our (the U2charist group) next big event will be on June 19th – wouldn’t it be fantastic if we could show people that we won’t stand for the injustice in the world…it should be an amazing event….I hope to see you there.
Check out this article by Becky Garrison in Next Wave Ezine.
I was looking for a meditation for today and came across the Engage website for alternative worship. I found this liturgy which I thought was beautiful and powerful…
If we remain silent,
who will rise up?
If we close our eyes
and turn our heads,
who will see the injustice?
If we wring our hands
and shuffle our feet,
who will act with mercy?
What if we were called
for such a time as this,
to see through different eyes
and move to a different drum.
Father, give us your strength,
at such a time as this,
to lead distinctive lives,
and see your Kingdom come.
I found this liturgy on Hold this Space.
This is proof that you can sit at a table surrounded by friends and be the loneliest you have ever been.
Everyone seems to think this is what Jesus has been on about all this time:
that if everyone’s welcome and everyone’s home, that’s enough.
They think that it can go on forever just like this,
that this table is enough to change the world,
but it’s not.
And Jesus knows that too.
human love has a limit
and we need to know what lies beyond that limit.
They love me tonight
but they’re fickle.
When they look back through the annals of history
they’ll say Jesus paid the ultimate price
and that i got what i deserved.
They’ll say i sold my soul for 30 pieces of silver
but no amount of money goes close to making up for the thousands of years
of abuse i’ll now be dealt
from those who never even bothered to get to know me,
or find out why i’m doing this,
or thought about how much this story needs me
so it doesn’t simply become idealised politics or a religious cliche.
For everyone else, sitting round this table tonight
all concepts of welcoming the unloveable
and forgiving the impossible
are still purely theoretical
and therefore gospel truth.
Tonight no one questions my place here.
Tomorrow theylll just wish I was dead.
Mary of Bethany
[standing against a wall]
They sit over there and talk about how the world has changed
how radical all this is.
They’ve never felt like this before.
They never knew this was possible.
i can hear them talking amongst themselves
remembering things he’s said:
the last shall be first… blessed are the poor… come to me all you who labour…
They’re telling stories of the woman at the well
of Zaccheus coming down the tree
and even of me, just the other day, rubbing oil into Jesus’ hair
remember her, i hear them saying.
I know they think i should be grateful i’m even in the room.
that it wouldn’t have been the case
we know you want more, i hear them say. give us time, we’ll get there.
But let’s be honest, if i gave them 2000 years i’d still be waiting.
If this is the only way i can be here
i’m not sure here is where i’m meant to be.
Because I’ve tasted it now.
i know what it’s like to have a place at the table
to have my place at the table.
i’ve sat with jesus.
i’ve eaten that bread and drunk that wine.
i owe it to myself – and jesus – to not go back.
i look around at all this:
it’s too good to be true
too impossible, too fragile.
It can’t last. It’s got to end sometime.
Part of me longs to lose myself in it,
to embrace it all,
to be as sure as all of them,
but i just don’t have that bit inside me that will let me let go.
Thomas, they say to me. Stop doubting.
What they don’t get is, if i give into it completely, and it all ends tomorrow
it would break me.
I don’t think i could recover.
i don’t have their faith in miracles
and that’s what it would take.
Sometimes i almost tip over into their life
where a brave new world is possible
and i am part of it.
I get it, just for a moment.
but then it’s gone.
Faith’s a gift you know, and it’s not mine.
I got here early so i could sit next to Jesus
but then i turned my head for a minute
and someone else took the space.
They know i’m his closest friend.
i’m not being selfish. He needs me there.
it’s been such a strange week
and he needs someone who will keep his glass full
who will take the weight off his shoulders for a while
who will just stop people bugging him
and expecting more from him.
And i need to know he’s ok.
It’s all changing,
and i want it to be how it was before
when right was right
when up was up
when we all knew where we belonged
and what could be expected.
I wanted to sit next to him
to get just a moment of that back.
i’m his best friend
i’ve shared him with the world for the last three years
is it too much to have him next to me?
just for tonight?
I’ve been part of this meal every year of my life
but it was always a pale imitation of this.
i get it now, i really think i do.
though you won’t believe that.
it’s hard to imagine how anyone could get things more wrong than me
even three years on.
I so don’t deserve to be here.
i’m not worthy of all this.
i want to understand
but none of it makes sense.
the rules are all different in this game and every answer i’ve been taught
no longer fits.
Nothing prepared me for this.
i just look stupid.
But, every time, just when i think i need to give the whole thing away
because i’ll never get it
something so remarkable and incomprehensible
that i know i can’t leave.
It feels like the earth is shifting
and we’re just beginning
everything’s just opening up
it’s all possible.
look how far we can go with this
look how much more we can do
Who wouldn’t want to be part of this?
I can’t believe I am.
The first time this story was told
they gathered around a table
a ragged collection of people –
The first time this story was told,
Jesus promised that it was for all time
that whenever the bread was broken
and the wine was poured,
wherever the story was told around the table
he would be there.
Today we tell the story
as its been told a thousand times over;
we break the bread,
and we pour the wine;
sure, as we do,
that we belong at this table
and that Jesus is here with us.
On the night Jesus was betrayed…