<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:24:06.224Z</updated><title type='text'>The Restless Rector</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings about the church, society, music, and gardens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5212397030807771687</id><published>2012-01-26T17:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:24:06.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting our Maker's Instructions</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we started our series 'Just 10' on the Ten Commandments. And as if proof were needed that we as a nation need to remind ourselves of them, here is a news article from yesterday's BBC news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britons are less honest than they were a decade ago, research by academics at the University of Essex suggests. The survey of more than 2,000 adults found that people were apparently more tolerant of lying and extramarital affairs than they were in 2000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-16714872"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-16714872&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly interested in what the author of the report says about the effect on society:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If social capital is low and people are suspicious and don't work together, those communities have worse health, worse educational performance, they are less happy and they are less economically developed and entrepreneurial. It really does have a profound effect. If integrity continues to decline in the future, then it will be very difficult to mobilise volunteers to support the Big Society initiative."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that 'false testimony', which hurts people and destroys reputations, harms society. The Ten Commandments were given for the good of society. and for inidivuduals within society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that at least one member of our congregation picked up the point last Sunday that coveting robs us of contentment. True contentment is something that we find in God, not in goods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5212397030807771687?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5212397030807771687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5212397030807771687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5212397030807771687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5212397030807771687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2012/01/forgetting-our-makers-instructions.html' title='Forgetting our Maker&apos;s Instructions'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-272354709420205918</id><published>2012-01-17T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:19:15.735Z</updated><title type='text'>Just 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oiofaXRLEA/TxWtbx-ZMoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IZtfmF-bht4/s1600/just10%2BLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698651596290339458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oiofaXRLEA/TxWtbx-ZMoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IZtfmF-bht4/s200/just10%2BLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a little over 300 words God gave his people - and us - a good way to live; in fact the best way to live. We are preparing at St John's to preach on all 10 Commandments, and will be following J John's outline in his series 'Just 10'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather like taking yourself through a whole body, mind and spirit MOT. I'm excited by the prospect of preaching the series, but at the same time a little nervous as to what it might expose in my own life that needs dealing with. But the good news is that this won't be a test that we might fail. Rather, it's one that will encourage where we can do better and where we need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that anyone who reads this blog will comment - especially if you've heard our sermons or seen the DVD on Wednesday evenings. You can find out more of the details on the church website: &lt;a href="http://www.coulsdon.net/stjohns"&gt;www.coulsdon.net/stjohns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-272354709420205918?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/272354709420205918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=272354709420205918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/272354709420205918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/272354709420205918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-10.html' title='Just 10'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oiofaXRLEA/TxWtbx-ZMoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IZtfmF-bht4/s72-c/just10%2BLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1725516509752575779</id><published>2011-09-28T08:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:58:25.419Z</updated><title type='text'>'Build my house'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2lr6xnpfpY/ToLhnhRQBnI/AAAAAAAAASE/kL1uL86YLjM/s1600/TEMPLE%2BRUINS-JERUSALEM1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657332150992635506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2lr6xnpfpY/ToLhnhRQBnI/AAAAAAAAASE/kL1uL86YLjM/s200/TEMPLE%2BRUINS-JERUSALEM1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven’t had much time for blogging lately due to family circumstances. I call my blog ‘The Restless Rector’, but recently I’ve been more a ‘Rector in need of a rest’, but things are beginning to calm down and I can begin to look outside my immediate concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a curate near High Wycombe my vicar, John Olhausen, liked to talk about the bible as ‘the pasture-lands of God’. He taught me to expect to hear God’s voice speaking through scripture each day, and I have tried to follow that example ever since. So when we read the set readings at Morning Prayer I listen out for something that God wants me to hear for the day or the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we read through the prophet Haggai – one of those prophets I still have some difficulty locating in my bible! God’s words through the prophet seemed particularly appropriate in these days when the church appears to be in decline in so many areas, and our church in Old Coulsdon faces the added pressure of needing to spend a lot of money on our buildings, and to restore our finances to a deficit-free state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggai’s message was a simple one about the Temple in Jerusalem: &lt;strong&gt;‘Build the house, so that I may take pleasure in it and be honoured.’&lt;/strong&gt; He was speaking at a time when the Jews had begun to return from exile in Babylon and were settling back in Jerusalem. They were rebuilding their own houses and spending their money on their own needs, but God’s house – the Temple – was still in ruins. As a consequence they were finding that their money didn’t go very far – it was as if it was kept in a bag full of holes; it just drained away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Make my house your priority,” is what God was saying to his people. Much later, St Paul described the church as the temple of God – a sacred temple where God dwelt. Not a building now, but collectively the people of God. If that is the case, it means that we should treat the church – as the body of Christ, and as the dwelling place of God – with the same respect that the Jews treated the temple in Jerusalem. Today, though, the church is often relegated to the level of a ‘leisure activity’, or a ‘therapy session’ to get you through the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps those of us who are in the church ought to heed the words Haggai spoke out and take the church more seriously, and pay it more attention in terms of what we give – our time, effort and money. The point of the Temple in Jerusalem was that it was a physical place where people could meet with God; the point of the church is exactly the same – a community in which people may encounter the risen Christ and through faith in him meet with God. This is what keeps me going when the media are so negative about the church, and the statistics tempt us to give up. In spite of its shortcomings, this is what St Paul said about the church: &lt;strong&gt;‘God’s intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms…’&lt;/strong&gt; So not only do we have an earthly mission, but, in a way I don’t fully understand, we have a cosmic mission as well. There’s food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1725516509752575779?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1725516509752575779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1725516509752575779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1725516509752575779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1725516509752575779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/09/build-my-house.html' title='&apos;Build my house&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2lr6xnpfpY/ToLhnhRQBnI/AAAAAAAAASE/kL1uL86YLjM/s72-c/TEMPLE%2BRUINS-JERUSALEM1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2520173035742148746</id><published>2011-08-18T09:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:22:48.552Z</updated><title type='text'>'Out of the heart...'</title><content type='html'>A recurring comment on the recent riots was the surprise that apparently 'respectable' young people were taking part - university students, 'decent' middle-class people. &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/8696977/London-riots-Straight-A-student-Laura-Johnson-faces-being-thrown-out-of-university.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/8696977/London-riots-Straight-A-student-Laura-Johnson-faces-being-thrown-out-of-university.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all goes to show is that whether you wear a suit or a hoodie makes no difference because that's only what is on the outside. Jesus said, "Out of the heart come...evil thoughts...theft..." etc. It's the heart that drives a person's actions, not their clothes or level of wealth. Like in 'Lord of the Flies' the riots show what happens when the human heart has no constraints of law or social order. Very soon there is anarchy and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to pontificate from the sidelines of relatively quiet Coulsdon, but perhaps we have to ask searching questions of ourselves. What is it in the heart that can lead to such lawlessness? Is it the same thing that leads respectable MPs (and others, I'm sure) to fiddle their expenses? "Everyone does it," is the cry. So what's the difference between stealing from the tax payer and stealing trainers from a shop? The riots resulted in criminal damage to property - and there is no excuse for that - but the MPs expenses scandal resulted in damage to the reputation of parliament. Which is easier to rebuild? I tend to think that buildings are easier than reputations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economic liberalism of the 1980s, encouraged by the government of the time, lies, I believe, behind many of the problems we see today. 25 or 30 years ago we were encouraged to get what we could, to abandon restraint, to get rich quick: sell off national assets, remove limitations. And many people did get very rich and could retire at 55. But now their children generation, brought up with those same values, face a much more bleak economic outlook. Naturally, they share their parents' values but their aspirations to material wealth are blocked. Who is to blame? I suppose we all are to some extent, by active involvement or collusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the answer? In today's psalm at Morning Prayer the psalmist writes: &lt;strong&gt;'Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart'.&lt;/strong&gt; I also have a verse on my window ledge that says, &lt;strong&gt;'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.'&lt;/strong&gt; The good news is that God can change hearts. In Ezekiel it says that he can exchange hearts of flesh for hearts of stone. In Jeremiah God says he will put his Spirit within us so we will know the right thing to do without being told. "&lt;strong&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart..."&lt;/strong&gt; says the psalmist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is claimed by J John, the evangelist, that there are over 32 million laws in existence; but have they improved on the 10 Commandments? Perhaps this is the time to return to the good life that God set out so simply. We've seen recently what happens when there are no boundaries of law and order. It's not a good life. God's good life has simple boundaries that we forget at our peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2520173035742148746?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2520173035742148746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2520173035742148746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2520173035742148746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2520173035742148746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-of-heart.html' title='&apos;Out of the heart...&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7216109698105453304</id><published>2011-05-26T09:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:38:23.929Z</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world - but not as we know it</title><content type='html'>So the 'end of the world' came and went on Saturday without even a tremor - except for the volcano in Iceland. Harold Camping, the American pastor, is apologetic for getting his sums wrong and leading many people to spend their life savings in preparing for the Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new. Ever since the time of St Paul people have been expecting the imminent return of the Lord Jesus. Paul had to write to the church in Thessalonica that the 'day of the Lord' would come unexpectedly, so they had better just get on with life as normal in a state of preparation. It seems that some in that church had decided to give up work as they expected the Lord to come there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anabaptists in the 17th century had several episodes of 'Rapture panic', and it has continued ever since wherever people get hold of the bible and start interpreting it as a hidden code full of 'ancient mysteries' (to use Dan Brown's phrase in 'The Lost Symbol').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible is not a code book that has to be interpreted by careful calculation. Rather it is, inspired by the Holy Spirit, the way we hear the living voice of God day by day. I'm afraid Harold Camping is barking very much up the wrong tree. He - and his followers even more so - needs to heed the words of Deuteronomy 18:22 - &lt;strong&gt;If what a prophet proclaims in the name of the Lord does not take place or come true, that is a message the Lord has not spoken. That propet has spoken presumptuously. Do not be afraid of him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7216109698105453304?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7216109698105453304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7216109698105453304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7216109698105453304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7216109698105453304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-world-but-not-as-we-know-it.html' title='The end of the world - but not as we know it'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4400563031911138184</id><published>2011-05-11T15:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:15:37.801Z</updated><title type='text'>New Wine Leaders' Conference</title><content type='html'>I've just got back from a two-and-a-half day church leaders conference in Ealing, organised by New Wine. The keynote speaker was Dave Workman, the senior pastor on Cincinnati Vineyard Church. As usual with these conferences you come back, head crammed full of new ideas, good ideas, challenging ideas. But what will stay with me, and what will be good for the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first talk by John Coles, Director of New Wine, was one that has stuck with me. He looked at Ezekiel's vision of the river of God flowing from the temple in Jerusalem. Nothing new there, but it just seemed to speak to me for our church at this time. A picture of a river ankle deep, knee deep, waist deep, then deep enough to swim in. It's a river that brings life to the nations. And I have been asking myself, at what depth are we ready to enter the river, and will we go deeper. It's a river that is not just for the church, but for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged in the whole area of mission which is one where I think we have been weak. There are some individuals who have a heart for mission, but the theme of this conference was that the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; church needs to be outward looking. Mission among families, and to men: here are 2 areas I believe we should be investing in. Statistics show that if you get men converted, then in 95% of times, their families will follow. If you get women first, then it's 30%, and if you get children then it's 3%. So, in terms of mission, where should we start? It's obvious. But we've hardly begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Workman's church in the USA is built on the model of servant evangelism - that is sharing the gospel by serving the community. So I ask the question, what can we do to serve the community of Old Coulsdon? Where are the needs? How can we help to meet them? David Cameron may have coined the term 'Big Society' but Jesus was teaching it 2000 years ago - and not to win votes, either! On the surface we are not a 'needy' area, but actually you don't have to look very far to find a lot of needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a challenge in relation to finance: 'not equal giving, but equal sacrifice.' We could wipe out our deficit by everyone giving an extra £2.50 a week for the next 5 years. But the biblical and spiritual approach is to ask God, "What sacrifice can I make in my giving?" That forces us to listen to God, and to be serious in giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to these big conferences means you can enjoy the 'big worship' experience: a professional band and hundreds of people engaged in heartfelt worship. Then you come home and... But we have musicians here and I think it's going to be a priority to get them together and begin to build a regular worship band. The aim of worship is not to become like another big church with a flashy band, but to help people - inside and not-yet-inside the church - engage with God. Worship should be passionate whatever the style, because God passionately loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of that river in Ezekiel flowing through the church here at St John's and out into the neighbourhood bringing life to all that the water touches. We can all enter the river at different depths, but it's a flowing river - it doesn't stay still. The Bishop of London said to Prince William and Kate on their wedding day, 'Be the people that God wants you to be and you can set the world alight.' The same can be said of the church. it's time to discover what sort of church God wants us to be, and then to BE it. Who knows what could happen then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4400563031911138184?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4400563031911138184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4400563031911138184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4400563031911138184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4400563031911138184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-wine-leaders-conference.html' title='New Wine Leaders&apos; Conference'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4038484592971356480</id><published>2011-04-12T10:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:46:51.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Be happy...because we tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABacZwoDP68/TaQrwTg6ZUI/AAAAAAAAARw/qrTS8iJ6Tsg/s1600/ken%2Bdodd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594644745973032258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABacZwoDP68/TaQrwTg6ZUI/AAAAAAAAARw/qrTS8iJ6Tsg/s200/ken%2Bdodd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to confess to being rather cynical about the government's latest campaign to encourage happiness. &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/markeaston/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/markeaston/&lt;/a&gt; If they are serious about it perhaps they should appoint Ken Dodd as the 'Happiness Tsar' and issue everyone with a tickle-stick. I wonder if there is some ulterior motive in encouraging happiness, such as taking the strain off the NHS? But the Pensions Department might think the opposite as happy people tend to live longer and that puts more strain on the pension funds. (That's why the Church of England Pension Fund is stretched - retired clergy tend to live longer than anyone else.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To promote happiness by its measurable benefits is rather like the arguments in favour of promoting music in education: it can be shown that involvement in music is beneficial to social and intellectual skills, as well as to the health. But shouldn't the reason for being involved in music simply be to bring pleasure to the soul, as JS Bach said: &lt;strong&gt;The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a pity that music has to be justified in schools, and to the Arts Council, these days by its measurable benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus had something to say about happiness (or 'blessedness') but it seems quite at odds with a modern agenda for personal happiness: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who know they are spiritually poor; the Kingdom of heaven belongs to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who mourn; God will comfort them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who are humble; they will receive what God has promised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those whose greatest desire is to do what God requires; God will satisfy them fully! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who are merciful to others; God will be merciful to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are the pure in heart;they will see God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who work for peace; God will call them his children! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are those who are persecuted because they do what God requires; the Kingdom of heaven belongs to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy are you when people insult you and persecute you and tell all kinds of evil lies against you because you are my followers.&lt;em&gt; (Matthew's Gospel - Good News Translation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me that true happiness can only be found when there is a fundamentally good meaning to life which, as far as I'm concerned, is only found through the abundant life that Jesus has to offer those who come to him in faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4038484592971356480?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4038484592971356480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4038484592971356480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4038484592971356480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4038484592971356480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-happybecause-we-tell-you.html' title='Be happy...because we tell you'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABacZwoDP68/TaQrwTg6ZUI/AAAAAAAAARw/qrTS8iJ6Tsg/s72-c/ken%2Bdodd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6440936992517511476</id><published>2011-04-06T08:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:38:33.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Make sure you vote on May 5th</title><content type='html'>David Cameron is warning voters (perhaps that should be non-voters) of the danger of sleepwalking into an assualt on democracy on May 5th if they don't get out and vote in the referendum on the electoral system. The excitement generated by the AV system is, perhaps, in line with the excitement generated by the Liberal Democrats, but nevertheless if AV goes through as a result of a record-breaking low turnout then democracy will suffer. I am convinced that AV is not a good idea, and these are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It is incredibly complicated to explain. The booklet that came to our house the other day takes at least 5 times as long to explain the AV system, compared with the 'first past the post' system we currently use. I am moderately interested in politics and consider myself well-educated, but even I struggled to maintain an interest in the finer details. The claim is that the electorate will be more engaged in the process if AV is adopted, but I feel the opposite will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It will lead to the least unpopular candidate being elected - a recipe for mediocrity.  The Labour Party used AV in its last leadership election, and this is why Ed Milliband became Labour leader rather than his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The major parties will pay undue attention to the extremist minorities in order to get their removed votes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It is a sop for the Liberal Democrats in return for joining the coalition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The 'Yes' politicians seem to have lost confidence in their ability to persuade people, so they are employing an army of celebrity 'luvvies' to do their work for them. Why should we trust the judgement of the likes of Stephen Fry, Joanna Lumley, Eddie Izzard and Colin Firth any more than that of our elected representatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The whole process is wasting money that could be better spent elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, make sure you vote on May 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6440936992517511476?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6440936992517511476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6440936992517511476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6440936992517511476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6440936992517511476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-sure-you-vote-on-may-5th.html' title='Make sure you vote on May 5th'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5573993972052921348</id><published>2011-04-01T09:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:13:43.136Z</updated><title type='text'>I only know little little</title><content type='html'>Like our erstwhile Bishop of Croydon I was interested to read about Fabio Capello's limited English vocabulary which allows him to give basic football commands, but not to engage in debates about the economy. According to the Oxford English Corpus the 100 most commonly used English words are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a about after all also an and any as at back be because but by can come could day do even first for from get give good go have he her him his how I if in into it its just know like look make me most my new no now not of on one only or other our out over people say see she so some take the their there they time than that them then these think this to two up us use with you want way we well what who which when will work would year your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Nick wonders how you can express the gospel using 100 words or fewer. That's easy (read John 3:16). But to express the gospel using the 100 most common words, which don't include 'God', 'Jesus', 'love' or 'world'...that's a challenge. Anway, here is my attempt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People can not do good. There is a good good one who can make people good because he like all people well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that sounds more like Fabio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5573993972052921348?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5573993972052921348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5573993972052921348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5573993972052921348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5573993972052921348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-only-know-little-little.html' title='I only know little little'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6069077984445363061</id><published>2011-03-14T10:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:23:33.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Be holy. Why?</title><content type='html'>I have very much enjoyed the series 'All About the Bible' that has been running here in Coulsdon since January as part of the Churches Together in Coulsdon's way of marking the Year of the Bible. Last week was particularly helpful as Bishop David Atkinson gave us a 'quick coach tour' (as my History of Religious Thought lecturer used to say) of Christian ethics. What stuck in my mind was the way Bishop David gave a biblical rationale for ethics: not a legalistic Kantian approach of obeying laws, or a Millsian relativism of doing what is best for the greatest number, but an ethic based on the reflection of God's character: "Be holy, because I, the Lord your God, am holy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that ethical choices, if they are 'biblical', will be made in the light of what reflects God's character. That doesn't necessarily make those choices choices easy as most situations are quite complicated, but it does give a way to start. From what we know of the character of God, as revealed in the bible, we can begin to shape an ethic that includes ourselves individually and as a society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's postmodern society allows for so much indivual choice when it comes to ethics that we, as Christians, should be allowed as much 'air-time' to put a biblical approach to ethics as anyone else. Today, it seems to me, we will win respect not by simply arguing or seeing ourselves in a battle, though sometimes it seems like a battle, but perhaps by presenting an ethic that is as attractive as the character of God. That means we need to know enough about God's character to BE attractive, and not just pick and choose the bits of God's character that our own prejudices feel comfortable with. So justice AND mercy, grace AND truth, power AND self-giving, creativity AND purity, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happens, one of the lectionary readings for today is from Leviticus 19, which has the verse, "Be holy, because I, the Lord your God, am holy."  I am taking that verse with me today and will see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6069077984445363061?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6069077984445363061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6069077984445363061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6069077984445363061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6069077984445363061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-holy-why.html' title='Be holy. Why?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3076443812198185839</id><published>2011-03-09T09:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:23:26.688Z</updated><title type='text'>Have a joyful Lent</title><content type='html'>I have been reading the Bible consistently for at least 35 years, yet yesterday there was a verse in our readings at Morning Prayer that for some reason had passed me by up until now. It sums up entirely what I want to achieve during Lent, or indeed any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom's voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words were spoken by John the Baptist about Jesus, and later Jesus described himself as the bridegroom (Mark 2:19), and his disciples as friends (John 15:15). So during this Lent I want to be one of those who is waiting and listening for the bridegroom's voice in the anticipation of the joy of hearing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With this is in mind I have been preparing a talk on &lt;em&gt;Lectio Divina&lt;/em&gt; for the 'All About the Bible' series being held in Coulsdon during the past 9 weeks. In doing so, it has helped me rediscover the Bible as a means through which we can meet with a friend and hear his voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you think that all this might be rather cosy then here is the word I've taken for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you spend youselves on behalf of the hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then your light will rise in the darkness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and your night will become like the noonday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Isaiah 58:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3076443812198185839?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3076443812198185839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3076443812198185839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3076443812198185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3076443812198185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-joyful-lent.html' title='Have a joyful Lent'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3650168243294530814</id><published>2011-02-25T20:44:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:11:59.087Z</updated><title type='text'>The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra and Mahler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBS6iinTjX4/TWgbAKzIafI/AAAAAAAAARo/f0hqLGq-34k/s1600/BPO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577737828211124722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBS6iinTjX4/TWgbAKzIafI/AAAAAAAAARo/f0hqLGq-34k/s200/BPO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Wednesday Nicy and I went to hear the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra playing at the South Bank Centre. It's 30 years since I heard them play in London, and that was under their legendary conductor Herbert von Karajan. Then, I had to queue for hours the day the tickets went on sale; now we simply went on line, but we had to be quick. Within the first few hours all the tickets went - we got almost the last 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my Facebook page I've described the BPO as the 'BMW 7 Series' of orchestras. Completely faultless playing whatever the music (road conditions). Classy in an understated way so that you are left wondering at the music and not just the orchestra's playing.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dM7D-TlpUGM/TWgap6XH9WI/AAAAAAAAARg/hAGdQtmwHGQ/s1600/Mahler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 91px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577737445841565026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dM7D-TlpUGM/TWgap6XH9WI/AAAAAAAAARg/hAGdQtmwHGQ/s200/Mahler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main work on Wednesday was Mahler's massive Third Symphony. The conductor Bruno Walter, a student of Mahler, when visiting the composer in his Austrian retreat remarked on the wonderful mountain scenery. "Don't look at that," Mahler is reported to have said, "I've described it all in my music." And you can believe it in this sprawlingly massive symphony where you can easily imagine brooding mountains with rocky crags, spring flowers bursting through, the dances of Pan and other woodland spirits, the yodels of Austrian shepherds, and the sublimity of human, perhaps divine, love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music lurches from brooding seriousness, to vulgar Jewish &lt;em&gt;klezmar&lt;/em&gt; band, to alpine scenes with yodelling, a sentimental minuet, a setting of a deep poem by Nietzche followed by a sugary children's religious song, and then finally, a 25 minute long unfolding (in rondo form - if you want the technical description) of a sublime melody celebrating love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole symphony is a celebration of life from the sublime to the ridiculous. Some of Mahler's fans get rather precious about his music: "O God, wouldn't you DIE without Mahler," says one of the characters in the play and film 'Educating Rita'. It's rather ironic that she tries to commit suicide while Mahler's 6th symphony is playing on her record player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His later music has a poignancy to it that is almost unbearable as he contemplates the sadness of having to leave this life behind, in, for example 'Das Lied von der Erde'. But it's because he loved life so much and couldn't bear the thought of leaving it. Tragically, Mahler died at the comparatively young age of 51. I believe his death was due to a streptococcal infection which these days would easily be treatable with penicillin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If music can &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt; life in all its fulness, then Mahler's music does it. Jesus said, in the Gospel of John, that he came to &lt;strong&gt;bring&lt;/strong&gt; life in all it fulness. Mahler's music celebrates life, but I believe Jesus actually GIVES fulness of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3650168243294530814?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3650168243294530814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3650168243294530814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3650168243294530814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3650168243294530814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/02/berlin-philharmonic-orchestra-and.html' title='The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra and Mahler'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBS6iinTjX4/TWgbAKzIafI/AAAAAAAAARo/f0hqLGq-34k/s72-c/BPO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2548166755691548558</id><published>2011-02-22T08:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:58:42.679Z</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sH87YKpE/TWN6_pccS3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X5DJIt3CI64/s1600/the%2Bpromise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576435997490301810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sH87YKpE/TWN6_pccS3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X5DJIt3CI64/s200/the%2Bpromise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like buses, you wait for ages then 3 come at once. That's what it feels like with TV dramas on Sunday nights. If you want a nice golden glow of Victorian nostalgia then 'Lark Rise to Candleford' leaves you with a warm feeling of 'niceness'. If you want an edgy realistic drama set in contemporary Israel, then The Promise is outstanding (more on that in a moment). Or there's 'Being Human', the rather gory but intriguing story of a vampire, some werewolves and a ghost sharing a house in Barry, South Wales. (The basic premise of the drama is: what does it really mean to be human? Answer: to have a physical body, to love, to grow old and to die.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The Promise', though, has been my drama of choice these last 3 weeks. It concerns the current relationship between Jews and Arabs in Israel, playing out a contemporary story in parallel to that of the post-Second World War British mandate in Palestine. It has captured the very nuanced and complicated situation that existed then and now in a way that is rare in TV dramas these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is of a girl, Erin, who visits an Israeli friend who is just doing her national service. Erin has taken her grandfather's diary from the 1940s and has discovered that he was serving with the British forces in Palestine. As she reads the diary she discovers more about her grandfather, and more about the people around her in modern Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first visited Israel in 1981 I quickly sensed the very real legacy of the treatment of Jews in 1930 and 40s Europe. 'Never again' was, and still is, the popular cry. Armed soldiers are everywhere, and I was initially shocked to find myself standing next to a soldier with a machine gun on a bus in Jerusalem. I remember seeing a group of soldiers relaxing at a swimming pool, with their guns neatly lined up against the wall, never far away in case they were needed quickly. The other thing that commuicated a sense of nervous unease was the amount people smoked. 'Like chimneys' would be quite an accurate description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jewish freedom-fighters, the Irgun, were terrorists in their day and they were much more fiercely anti-British than they were anti-Arab. The British were stuck in the middle - as they have often been in overseas conflicts, trying to protect the Arab majority (and their own oil interests) while at the same time granting limited asylum to Jewish refugees fleeing Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Promise has very carefully brought out the differences in status between Israeli Arabs, such as those living in Nazareth, and the West Bank Arabs, who are denied Israeli citizenship and who suffer the daily indiginity of having to pass through the so-called Peace Wall to travel from their homes to their work. Not only that, but they suffer the illegal occupation and development of their land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The typical Israeli Jewish argument about settling in Israel is that when the Arabs had it to themselves they did nothing to develop the land in 2000 years. But since 1948 the Jews have worked tirelessly to bring about an Isaiah-like transformation of the desert into a place of fruitful abundance. That may be so, but it ignores the fact that the Arabs were living there first. Just because you can do a better job with the land doesn't give you the right to take it from someone who you might describe as lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Promise isn't just pro-Arab propaganda, though. It describes the real fear that many Israeli Jews feel, and the belief that they have a right to live in their own land in safety and in peace - &lt;em&gt;shalom&lt;/em&gt; as the bible would express it. The only thing lacking, so far, in this drama is any reference to the religious aspect of the situation. But perhaps that is refreshing, as the Israel/Palestine conflict is often portrayed too simplistically as a Jewish/Muslim problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a TV drama that has been almost unique in its careful portrayal of a complicated political and historical problem. My only irritation has been with the central character, Erin, who has absolutely no idea of the consequences of her action, and thinks the world revolves around her; in other words, the typical surly teenager. With one more episode to go I hope her experience makes her grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Lark Rise to Candleford' may be a nice way to end a Sunday, in the same way as eating toast and marmite sitting by a log fire, but 'The Promise' brings us back to reality in a way that both entertains and informs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2548166755691548558?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2548166755691548558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2548166755691548558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2548166755691548558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2548166755691548558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/02/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KR3sH87YKpE/TWN6_pccS3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X5DJIt3CI64/s72-c/the%2Bpromise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6304802729442018640</id><published>2011-02-10T09:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:16:00.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Being a Good Samaritan to a Good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pev0PG_kwoo/TVO6wklMjHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fROkiQEQvw4/s1600/floating%2Bshelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572002507603610738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pev0PG_kwoo/TVO6wklMjHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fROkiQEQvw4/s200/floating%2Bshelter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent yesterday evening at one of the Croydon Floating Shelters for homeless people, being run in Purley. One of the guests told me a story about an experience he had had recently which gave me a new insight into Jesus' parable of the Good Samaritan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man is not from the UK and has had some trouble with the police, and he is homeless. So he is probably on the receving end of many people's prejudices about 'people like him'. He told me that recently he was in Purley when he saw an old lady trip on the pavement and fall into the gutter. He was at a distance, and was surprised at the number of people nearby who did nothing to help, so he and a black gentleman ran over to help this lady up in the middle of the crowded area outside Tesco. He made sure the lady was OK, but didn't stay because of his earlier run-ins with 'The Bill'. The people of Purley passed by and the lady who fell had to receive help from a homeless immigrant. Now he, in turn, has been receiving help from the church in Purley (along with helpers from churches in Coulsdon). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus told the parable, he wasn't just saying "Help people in need," but "Be prepared to consider your neighbour those you might despise and have nothing to do with." In Jesus' days on earth the Samaritans were despised and looked down on by the Jews because hundreds of years earlier the Assyrians conquered the northern part of Israel and had intermarried with the northern Israelites based round Samaria. So 'Samaritan' to a Jew meant unclean and mixed race. For a Jew to receive help from an unclean mixed race man was almost unthinkable. But, in the words of the song that we sang in school assembly thins morning; 'That's what's turning the world upside-down.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might have had some prejudices against homeless people, but when I heard this man's story and connected it with Jesus' parable those prejudices were dealt a severe blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in Coulsdon we are planning to run our own floating shelter next winter as part of the Croydon scheme. We are really excited about this as it gives the churches a practical way of demonstrating the love of God, and doing mission together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6304802729442018640?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6304802729442018640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6304802729442018640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6304802729442018640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6304802729442018640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-good-samaritan-to-good-samaritan.html' title='Being a Good Samaritan to a Good Samaritan'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pev0PG_kwoo/TVO6wklMjHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fROkiQEQvw4/s72-c/floating%2Bshelter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5425226095033098193</id><published>2011-01-28T11:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:27:23.468Z</updated><title type='text'>25 years since the Challenger shuttle disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TUKv3qIYVpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tmeXCpvbgq0/s1600/reagan%2Bspeech.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567205460120458898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TUKv3qIYVpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tmeXCpvbgq0/s200/reagan%2Bspeech.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;25 years ago the space shuttle Challenger exploded just after takeoff. Not only were 7 lives lost, but the confidence of America was shaken in a way that was second only, perhaps, to the events of 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was training at theological college at the time, and remember watching the TV with some American friends who were also training. We used to delight in poking fun at President Reagan and his folkesy and sometimes confused style, but on the night of the disaster he made one of the best speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew how to communicate in a warm and heartfelt way, which combined gravity with hope. He helped make sense of what had happened, not trying to apportion blame as so quickly happens today, but simply saying that these things happen when people take the risks of exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there was a need for a head of state to sum up the mood of a nation, then this was it. Speaking equally sincerely to the nation as a whole, the families of the crew who died, their NASA colleagues and children who had witnessed the disaster live on TV. I still find the speech very moving, particularly in the way it ends with those famous words about touching the face of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the speech here: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-12298521"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-12298521&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5425226095033098193?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5425226095033098193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5425226095033098193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5425226095033098193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5425226095033098193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2011/01/25-years-since-challenger-shuttle.html' title='25 years since the Challenger shuttle disaster'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TUKv3qIYVpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tmeXCpvbgq0/s72-c/reagan%2Bspeech.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-651825997472347240</id><published>2010-12-17T09:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:10:23.501Z</updated><title type='text'>The end of optimistic modernism</title><content type='html'>My generation (the post-war baby-boomers) is probably the last to have lived in a time of optimistic scientific progress - what social commentators call the period of Modernism. In the 1950s and 60s we were fully expecting that nuclear power would soon produce free electricity for all; those who went to university were paid for by the state; retirement on a good pension was something to look forward to; the NHS would provide cradle-to-grave care regardless of ability to pay. We were all becoming better off financially, living longer, enjoying more opportunities for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my children's generation has quite a different outlook. Energy production is pushed to the limit and has become much more expensive; the previous government's push for more young people to go to university has made the system fall apart by becoming too expensive; the retirement age is creeping up and guaranteed final salary pensions are a thing of the past; the NHS is itself in need of intensive care and we are all living longer but seem increasingly unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has my generation been deceived by a lie that things could only get better? Has that made us greedy for more and expected it as a right? Maybe.  Has there ever been a time in history when the next generation faces a future worse than the previous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the idea of scientific progress is a relatively modern one - the idea that the appliance of science to everyday life will improve our standard of living year on year. Up until the mid-nineteenth century most people would simply have lived with the prospect of life continuing much the same generation after generation. Perhaps our quest for continual progress has reached a natural limit and can't go any further. It is very difficult, therefore, to leave behind a standard of living, or its expectation, that we have enjoyed and settle for something less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems rather gloomy, and rather than becoming easier life in general seems more of a struggle. But the human spirit does not give up easily when there is some encouragement around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my grandfather's bible at home. He wrote on the inside cover: '15th March 1916', that is right in the middle of the First World War when he was in the trenches somewhere in France. He also wrote a reference to two verses: Isaiah 41:10 &amp;amp; 13 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God; I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though life may be getting harder for many, let's not give in to despair when we can encourage one another with these words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-651825997472347240?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/651825997472347240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=651825997472347240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/651825997472347240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/651825997472347240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-optimistic-modernism.html' title='The end of optimistic modernism'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-451125347984149771</id><published>2010-11-25T15:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:00:33.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak in New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TO6IBn3LlcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5Rsx6bYNmUs/s1600/Pike%2BRiver%2Bminers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543517752801334722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TO6IBn3LlcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5Rsx6bYNmUs/s200/Pike%2BRiver%2Bminers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the joyful rescue of the miners in Chile it must have been all the more heartbreaking for the people of New Zealand to learn that no miners had survived the explosion in the Pike River Colliery. How can we make sense of the fact that while many people were attributing the successful Chilean rescue to the presence and power of God with those men, that same God seems to have ignored the miners in New Zealand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a hard question and one that has been asked as long as there have been philosophers: why do good things and bad things happen apparently at random to both good and bad people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bible Job's 'comforters' tried to explain the bad things that happened to him as a result of his unconfessed sin. But that answer didn't work. In the end Job had to simply accept that we don't know the reason why bad things sometimes happen to good people. At the same time he learned to trust that God might know more than he did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tragedy like the one in New Zealand is another example of what the apostle Paul talked about when he described 'creation groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time'. There is a sense in which these unexplained things cause us and the whole of creation to groan, in the expectation that a better day is coming - and it can't be soon enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theologians use the expression 'now and not yet' to describe the coming of God's kingdom. In one sense it is here already with the coming of Jesus, but in another sense it is not here in its fulness. Now we live in an inbetween time in which we see glimpses of that kingdom: sometimes people are healed in response to prayer, or rescued, or converted. But at other times they are not. We simply have to learn to live with that tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime we can pray for the relatives and friends of those miners, that in some way they will know the consoling presence of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-451125347984149771?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/451125347984149771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=451125347984149771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/451125347984149771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/451125347984149771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/11/heartbreak-in-new-zealand.html' title='Heartbreak in New Zealand'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TO6IBn3LlcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5Rsx6bYNmUs/s72-c/Pike%2BRiver%2Bminers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4396493686632221894</id><published>2010-11-11T16:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:42:11.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Groundbreaking Ceremony at Oasis Academy, Coulsdon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNwciCtHtzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ina0wILFP6o/s1600/Oasis%2BCoulsdon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538333012926117682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNwciCtHtzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ina0wILFP6o/s200/Oasis%2BCoulsdon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just got back from witnessing one of the best good news stories in Coulsdon: the groundbreaking ceremony for the new buildings at Oasis Academy, Coulsdon. I was asked to say a prayer at the burial of a time capsule. (It 's the second time I've been asked to do this is as many months.) It was only to be a temporary burial, as later the capsule will be placed under the floor of the new reception block. I joked by saying that most burials I officiate at stay down permanently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Academy opened just over 2 years ago the learning community there has been transformed. The first time I visited, just after the opening, I was struck by the atmosphere of quiet but energetic activity. The skill of the senior management, the care of the staff, the responsibility given to older students - this all makes for a community that is buzzing and positive. Local residents have noticed the change in behaviour at the nearby bus stops. Several of the students joined in our church 750th anniversary celebrations by helping at our Medieval Banquet, and by writing and collecting good news stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What particularly pleases me is to see a school that is not separate from the local community, but is wanting to be part of it. An increasing number of children from the local schools are applying for places, and I hope it will soon become the first choice for many Coulsdon parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Academy has a strong Christian character, but an open admissions policy. That chimes very well with the mission that a parish church such as St John's has. It means that any children, whatever their background, can apply and then will be part of a transforming experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new buildings are going to look fantastic. You can follow a virtual tour here: &lt;a href="http://www.oasisacademycoulsdon.org/academy-life/galleries/view/item8857/"&gt;http://www.oasisacademycoulsdon.org/academy-life/galleries/view/item8857/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to one of the design engineers after the ceremony and he was really excited about the design of the new buildings in the use of space and light, energy and natural air-conditioning. The students who use these new premises will be very luck indeed. But actually they are even more fortunate to have such a motivated teaching staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are thinking about a secondary school place for your children, do consider Oasis Academy: Coulsdon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4396493686632221894?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4396493686632221894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4396493686632221894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4396493686632221894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4396493686632221894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/11/groundbreaking-ceremony-at-oasis.html' title='Groundbreaking Ceremony at Oasis Academy, Coulsdon'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNwciCtHtzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ina0wILFP6o/s72-c/Oasis%2BCoulsdon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5806518942491101573</id><published>2010-11-02T17:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:32:11.519Z</updated><title type='text'>'Candle in the Wind'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNBLEOhBzUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5N64kzSjlU/s1600/candle+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535006478026526018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNBLEOhBzUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5N64kzSjlU/s200/candle+4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No - I'm not an Elton John fan, but I just thought of the song as I was reflecting on the Service of Thanksgiving we held last Sunday for bereaved people to remember those they have known and loved. As part of the service we invited them to light a candle in memory of those they had lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sort of inbuilt evangelical prejudice against candles - perhaps more than a prejudice against the practice of votive candles that are thought to continue your prayers after you have left. But I suppose the thing about lighting a candle is that it can mean whatever you want it to mean, and that is why it is so popular for today's (confused) spirituality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lighting a candle in memory of someone might represent the light that they brought into the world for a time, or perhaps our own sense of thanksgiving for them. Perhaps the flame represents the bond of love, or maybe the fragility of the flame speaks of our own human frailty that may be snuffed out at any moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The act of lighting the candle seems important, as it allows grieving people to DO something and not just be consumed passively by the paralysing sadness that so often follows death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I may not be an 'up the candle' churchman, but I was touched by the numbers of people who flocked forward to light a candle for their loved ones on Sunday. After they had gone we blew the candles out - health and safety...fire risks and all that - and I had a sense of all those remembered lives that mattered to people and, more importantly, mattered to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5806518942491101573?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5806518942491101573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5806518942491101573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5806518942491101573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5806518942491101573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/11/candle-in-wind.html' title='&apos;Candle in the Wind&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TNBLEOhBzUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5N64kzSjlU/s72-c/candle+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8083494371023369919</id><published>2010-10-13T16:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:52:26.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Good News from Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TLXjngSUFJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JnkGxKiG3co/s1600/miners+rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527574385488303250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TLXjngSUFJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JnkGxKiG3co/s200/miners+rescue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been transfixed by the live TV coverage from Chile of the miners' rescue today. It's been playing in the background on my PC. Who could not be moved by the emotions of those rescued and reunited with their families. As the men have been released from the rescue pod it's almost as if they are being reborn; in fact one said 'I have come back to life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been notable how many people have been talking about God today. The first words of the President of Chile were "We thank God..." At least one of the miners dropped to his knees in prayer as he was released into the sunlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of rescue and reunion is such a powerful one, and one that the Christian Gospel is founded on. Going back to the days of Israel's rescue from their slavery in Egypt to the message of release through faith in Christ from sin, guilt and the fear of death. The TV commentators were talking about the psychological impact of the ordeal and rescue on the men and their families, and wondering what would happen in the days to come - would they simply return to their old way of living, or would this experience really change their lives. Who can tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christian church through the ages has treasured the wonderful message of salvation and rescue. As people encounter God through faith in Jesus Christ their story has so often been of transformed lives set free to enjoy life in all its fullness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I particularly enjoyed hearing the chaplain to the President of Chile. I didn't catch his name, but he is an Anglican minister - English, but fluent in Spanish. 24 Hour News means you can speak at great length as there is no time limit for a report, and this chaplain was really on fire with enthusiasm for what God is doing in Chile. Commenting on the miners' ordeal he said, "There were not 33 in the mine but 34, because the Lord Jesus was there with them." You don't often get that explicit on the BBC news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8083494371023369919?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8083494371023369919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8083494371023369919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8083494371023369919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8083494371023369919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-news-from-chile.html' title='Good News from Chile'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TLXjngSUFJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JnkGxKiG3co/s72-c/miners+rescue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7824343236462304118</id><published>2010-10-08T18:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:36:45.879Z</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>I didn't enjoy having to call the police this afternoon about a man called Anthony who was refusing to leave the churchyard after smashing a window in a neighbouring house and punching someone in the stomach. He was very drunk, but the sad thing was that he was visiting the grave of his daughter who had died in 1991 at the age of 2. He said that she'd been murdered.  I agreed to let him stay for a couple of hours, and when i came back he was lying on the grave, asleep. But when he refused to move I had to call the police. It's so hard - you can't reason with people when they are drunk, or even comfort them. The police never turned up, but Anthony moved off eventually, wheeling himself rather uncertainly along the middle of the road, shouting at the passers by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do with someone's hurt and rage like that? I suppose it has been turned into prayer before now by the psalmists. I couldn't help Anthony, but I can hold him up in my prayers with the knowledge that Jesus knew how to get near to people who were cut off from others by illness, or by antisocial behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7824343236462304118?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7824343236462304118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7824343236462304118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7824343236462304118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7824343236462304118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4617597356866731001</id><published>2010-10-08T08:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:38:13.279Z</updated><title type='text'>The difference an apostrophe makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TK7WTpTb5rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dz3yGgQjnlQ/s1600/Metro+headline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525589425823409842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TK7WTpTb5rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dz3yGgQjnlQ/s200/Metro+headline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's surprising the difference an apostrophe makes. When I saw this copy of Metro on the train yesterday I instinctively thought, "Oh no. Are Bob Crow and his union cronies about to step up their industrial dispute with TfL and declare jihad on London commuters?" It's the sort of headline The Sun might run. But then I saw the apostrophe and the meaning changed completely. In fact, the story is about an individual driver who left his family and planned to travel to Pakistan (via the Bakerloo Line, perhaps) and join the Taliban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a pedant? Some might; but actually grammar can be fun...Well I think so. Thinking about this amused me for the rest of the day - at least while I wasn't concentrating on the more serious matters of our diocesan clergy study day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4617597356866731001?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4617597356866731001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4617597356866731001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4617597356866731001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4617597356866731001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/10/difference-apostrophe-makes.html' title='The difference an apostrophe makes'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TK7WTpTb5rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dz3yGgQjnlQ/s72-c/Metro+headline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3046852767889292266</id><published>2010-10-07T21:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:00:52.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Faith and the Secular Society</title><content type='html'>Today I spent all day in Southwark Cathedral attending a clergy study day. The theme was 'Engaging Faith in a Secular World' and we looked at the sociology of religion: How belief affects what people do. Also, the experience of the Jews during the Babylonian exile, and what that has to say today to a church that finds itself in an increasingly secular and sometimes hostile context. After lunch I managed to stay awake for a fascinating talk on 'Public theology, apologetics and the media.' I'm sincere in using the word 'fascinating', as it helped us to understand why the media ignores so much of the positive message of the church in favour of the divisive and scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thought about the Babylonian exile: the Jews actually did quite well out of it in the end - they prospered even in a foreign land. And, more importantly, they learnt that their religion would sustain them even when it was practised outside Israel, and even when they had to accept some cultural limitations - particularly the loss of the Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to greet our new Bishop-elect, Christopher Chessun. He is a very popular choice in the Diocese, it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3046852767889292266?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3046852767889292266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3046852767889292266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3046852767889292266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3046852767889292266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-and-secular-society.html' title='Faith and the Secular Society'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8118819825029005192</id><published>2010-10-06T20:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:23:17.406Z</updated><title type='text'>The Grace of Giving</title><content type='html'>We are having a Stewardship Sunday this weekend (a churchspeak way of encouraging people to give more.) As I looked at 2 Corinthians 8 once again, as preachers do when they have to preach about giving, I realised that the Macedonian church was so generous because God had given them the 'grace' - &lt;em&gt;charis -&lt;/em&gt;  of giving. In other words, their desire to give was itself a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul talks about generosity as a gift, along with the other spiritual gifts he mentions. Perhaps we should be praying for that gift of giving as well as doing our best to communicate the need for money in as imaginative way as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8118819825029005192?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8118819825029005192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8118819825029005192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8118819825029005192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8118819825029005192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/10/grace-of-giving.html' title='The Grace of Giving'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2599848295378653405</id><published>2010-09-30T09:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:41:19.952Z</updated><title type='text'>London Schools' Symphony Orchestra at The Barbican</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TKRbBzElPdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aw0smWEt1gI/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522639129510493650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TKRbBzElPdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aw0smWEt1gI/s200/DSC_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking their programme on tour to Turkey during the summer, the London Schools’ Symphony Orchestra were able to play some most taxing works with absolute confidence at their concert in The Barbican Centre last Tuesday. Under their dynamic conductor Peter Ash, whose infectious enjoyment of music-making gets the best out of these young players, the orchestra set the hall fizzing with their spirited performance of Glinka’s overture ‘Russlan and Ludmilla’. The acoustics of the hall tend to accentuate the brass at the expense of the strings, and this was rather evident with such an enthusiastic brass section, but the cellos had their moment of glory as their joyful second-subject melody rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing the Russian theme the main work of the first half was Rachmaninov’s Third Piano Concerto, with the soloist Aleksander Madzar. He played with the cool aplomb of Rachmaninov himself, with absolute clarity in the fast quiet passagework, and powerful bravura when needed. The orchestral sound, particular the muted strings, was mature with some lovely woodwind and horn solos punctuating the work. Peter Ash had to work hard at times to move the orchestra along with the soloist, but the ensemble never fell apart. It is hard for the players at the back of the orchestra to hear the piano in a concerto, but they were watching intently and playing with great dedication. The final peroration of the work brought enthusiastic cheers from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although only two years separates the Rachmaninov from the final work – Stravinky’s ‘Petrouchka’ - they inhabit completely different sound worlds. The orchestra jumped the hurdles of the ever-changing time-signatures without fear. Only the impossibly high opening in the cellos showed that this was a dangerous ‘high-wire’ act at the circus. Solos from the flute and trumpet deserve special mention for their professionalism. The young players of the LSSO obviously enjoy this music, and portrayed all the fun of the fair with energy and attention to detail, and were ready to give an encore. For those groups of school children in the concert hall, perhaps for the first time, this was an inspiring occasion that will hopefully encourage some of them to consider the joys of classical music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2599848295378653405?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2599848295378653405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2599848295378653405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2599848295378653405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2599848295378653405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/london-schools-symphony-orchestra-at.html' title='London Schools&apos; Symphony Orchestra at The Barbican'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TKRbBzElPdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aw0smWEt1gI/s72-c/DSC_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5271243671877741068</id><published>2010-09-29T15:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:16:25.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Prayer and Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Someone once said, when asked if answers to prayer were merely coincidence, "Well, when I pray coincidences seem to happen." So here's an example from today. We were praying this morning at Morning Prayer for someone we know who's mother is ill. This afternoon I happened to be going over to the church and bumped into this person by the shops. We talked about his mother's situation and the difficulties she is facing. As we parted, he said, "I'm so glad I met you today." I sensed that he was really helped by our chat and the concern of others. Coincidence, or answer to prayer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5271243671877741068?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5271243671877741068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5271243671877741068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5271243671877741068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5271243671877741068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/prayer-and-coincidence.html' title='Prayer and Coincidence'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7083749767726085541</id><published>2010-09-26T19:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:57:03.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanking God for 750 years</title><content type='html'>Today we had 333 people in church for our Service of Thanksgiving for the 750th anniversary of the church. It wasn't just a celebration of history, but a celebration of the Good News today. During the last few months we set ourselves the target of collecting 750 good news stories; in fact we reached 801 by today. Stories of hope and new beginnings, of new family members and pets, of God's faithfulness, of the help of friends, of the support of families, and many more. We wanted the church to be seen as a focus of good news, and then, in turn, being able to share THE Good News of God's kingdom and life in all its fulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved to hear people telling stories of how faith and prayer had helped them in difficult times, and how they had found encouragement by discovering the support of the church community. This is as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said in my talk that the church is not here just to make people happy, but to bring hope; it's not here just to entertain, but to encourage. To use an example of wartime: it's the difference between cheering people up momentarily with a sing-song and telling them that we will win through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful cake-maker in our congregation, Nancy, who excelled herself today by making a cake so rich it needed 2 strong men to carry it. On top there was a meticulous model made in sugar of the church. I haven't got a photo yet, but I will display one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the pressure of church leadership gets to me and the effort seems like climbing the North Face of the Eiger. But today it was all worth it as we experienced the real joy and gladness of the kingdom of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7083749767726085541?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7083749767726085541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7083749767726085541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7083749767726085541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7083749767726085541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanking-god-for-750-years.html' title='Thanking God for 750 years'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-184838089032170393</id><published>2010-09-25T10:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:45:40.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Always have a Blessing up your sleeve</title><content type='html'>I was at Coulsdon College last Thursday for the Topping Out Ceremony to mark the end of structural phase of the new building and the transition to the finishing stage. Representatives of the contractors, Willmott and Dixon, were there with staff members from the College and other community representatives. As I arrived the College Principal asked me if I'd say a few words and give a blessing after the explanation of the Topping Out Ceremony. It turns out the Topping Out is a very ancient practice in the building trade and is based on the invocation of tree spirits and fertility spirits in order to bring good luck. I wasn't sure to how follow that up, but I did speak about the place of the College in the life of Coulsdon, and the links that the church has been able to encourage through the celebration of our 750th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been collecting Good News stories around the parish, and I was able to say that the College is a good news story for Old Coulsdon through its work in the formation of young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, over a cup of tea, one of the staff asked me to come and speak to some of the students about faith issues. This is just the opportunity we have been waiting for in the church, and I thank God that when the time is right the opportunities present themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a privilege to make contact with groups in the community on behalf of the church, and to have the authority to bless what is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new college buildings are fantastic, by the way, and you can see what they will look like by clicking on this link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP_SFbKK9Yk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP_SFbKK9Yk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-184838089032170393?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/184838089032170393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=184838089032170393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/184838089032170393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/184838089032170393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-have-blessing-up-your-sleeve.html' title='Always have a Blessing up your sleeve'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8397154010260036491</id><published>2010-09-19T13:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:03:07.641Z</updated><title type='text'>The Papal Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TJYXlP3OGLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/atYwnCwOQtA/s1600/pope-and-williams_1718948c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518624322069862578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TJYXlP3OGLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/atYwnCwOQtA/s200/pope-and-williams_1718948c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have followed with great interest the Pope's visit to the UK and have been glad to see the encouragement it has brought not only to the Roman Catholic community here, but to all Christians. I listened to the evening service from Westminster Abbey, ordered in the best of the English cathedral choral tradition, and was moved by the expressions of fraternal friendship between the Pope and the Archbishop. But I have to say I was disappointed, as I am often am, with our Archbishop's address. Both he and the Pope are academic intellectuals of note, but Dr Williams always seems to cloud his speeches with obscure intellectual language. In particular I noted the number of times he and the Pope referred to 'Christ': 3 times by the Archbishop, but 10 times by the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope gave what I though that was a clear and explicit description of the gospel and its implications for Christian unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our commitment to Christian unity is born of nothing less than our faith in Christ, in this Christ, risen from the dead and seated at the right hand of the Father, who will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead. It is the reality of Christ’s person, his saving work and above all the historical fact of his resurrection, which is the content of the apostolic kerygma and those credal formulas which, beginning in the New Testament itself, have guaranteed the integrity of its transmission. The Church’s unity, in a word, can never be other than a unity in the apostolic faith, in the faith entrusted to each new member of the Body of Christ during the rite of Baptism. It is this faith which unites us to the Lord, makes us sharers in his Holy Spirit, and thus, even now, sharers in the life of the Blessed Trinity, the model of the Church’s koinonia here below.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Archbishop seemed to major on the Benedictine way of life, and hardly mentioned Jesus Christ at all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this, we are recalled also to the importance among the titles of the Bishops of Rome of St Gregory's own self-designation as 'servant of the servants of God' – surely the one title that points most directly to the example of the Lord who has called us. There is, we know, no authority in the Church that is not the authority of service: that is, of building up the people of God to full maturity. Christ's service is simply the way in which we meet his almighty power: the power to remake the world he has created, pouring out into our lives, individually and together, what we truly need in order to become fully what we are made to be – the image of the divine life. It is that image which the pastor in the Church seeks to serve, bowing down in reverence before each human person in the knowledge of the glory for which he or she was made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is not the first time he seems to have been embarrassed by the name of Christ. I remember hearing him trying to persuade John Humphries of the truth of the gospel, and just seemed to end up tying himself in philosphical knots rather than appealing to the historic basis of our faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am by conviction an Anglican, and would not want to change that, but I can't help feeling that the Pope, on this occasion, articulated much about our faith that the Archbishop doesn't or can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8397154010260036491?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8397154010260036491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8397154010260036491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8397154010260036491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8397154010260036491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/papal-visit.html' title='The Papal Visit'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TJYXlP3OGLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/atYwnCwOQtA/s72-c/pope-and-williams_1718948c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6335340796470505173</id><published>2010-09-03T08:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:42:17.419Z</updated><title type='text'>'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICwHO7fArI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T4xWuwg1icc/s1600/DSC_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512599582214652594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICwHO7fArI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T4xWuwg1icc/s200/DSC_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The mist hung low over the park opposite us this morning, and as the sun made its watery appearance it was a clear sign that autumn is here. The English autumn is something to get poetic about as it seems to encapsulate both fresh beginnings (shaped by the school year) and a sense of the year tipping towards winter. The laziness of summer gives way to a new freshness and energy, yet at the same time there is a hint of regret for another year passing away. The nostalgia for the heat of summer, with the anticipation of winter fires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICxYiXF2aI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EN9NKKmffSs/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512600979000121762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICxYiXF2aI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EN9NKKmffSs/s200/DSC_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very blessed to have a beautiful garden, and although it has done nothing to help my back, it gives me the satisfaction of being productive. The day after getting back from our holiday in SW France we started harvesting our fruit and veg. If I wasn't being the Rector I'd have time to make us self-sufficient in vegetables, but even so we can enjoy the fruit of the land. I guess, though, I'd quickly lose the enjoyment if we really did have to rely on growing our own produce. When our potatoes run out there's always Tesco up the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Kenya 10 years ago one of the bishops I visited encouraged his c&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICwHk-M8LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JHgXah6yN6g/s1600/DSC_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512599588131631282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICwHk-M8LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JHgXah6yN6g/s200/DSC_0773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lergy to make better use of the land around their churches and houses to supplement their income through food production. At a clergy conference I attended, and spoke at, he gave them detailed instructions about how to keep chickens, and harvest not only the eggs, but the droppings as well. He then invited me - with a day's notice - to speak about rural spirituality. Most books about gardening today assume people have small gardens, but a large income. Most of my fellow clergy have large gardens, a small income and little time. Perhaps there's a niche market here for a book for reluctant gardeners on a small budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6335340796470505173?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6335340796470505173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6335340796470505173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6335340796470505173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6335340796470505173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/09/season-of-mists-and-mellow-fruitfulness.html' title='&apos;Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TICwHO7fArI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T4xWuwg1icc/s72-c/DSC_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7619604555005402593</id><published>2010-08-12T08:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:37:55.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Where is your joy?</title><content type='html'>When the apostle Paul wrote to the Galatian church one of the things he was concerned about was that the Christians there appeared to be losing their joy. The reason was that they were coming under the influence of a group who taught that to be a true Christian you needed to come under the regulations of the Jewish law. As far as Paul was concerned, that was tantamount to slavery: “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the church in Philippi Paul wrote: “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” and to the church in Thessalonica he wrote “Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” Joy and thanksgiving, then, are hallmarks of the Christian life. They are an expression of the freedom we have in Christ: freedom from worthless religious regulation and law, freedom from the fear of death, freedom from the power that the world tries to get over people – the power of wealth, popularity, appearance, and power itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear that some people are naturally more cheerful and optimistic than others. (An optimist who fell out of the top story of a skyscraper was heard saying “Alright so far” as he passed each floor.)  But Christian joy and thanksgiving go beyond how we feel at a particular moment because they are rooted not in how we feel, but in God himself.  Paul wrote to the Romans: “For the kingdom of God is not a matter of [rules about] eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit…” The Holy Spirit, then is the bringer of joy because he connects us with the heart of God, and when are connected like that God’s joy can flow through us. Jesus himself experienced this; Luke writes in his gospel, ‘At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth…”’ (Luke 10:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is a month when life begins to get busy again: holidays are over, it’s back to work, back to school, the seasons change, autumn comes and the days get shorter. Here at St John’s our children's groups will start again, the home groups will be meeting. The PCC will have important business to see to, decisions will have to be made about repairs to the church and how we fund them. We’ll be starting the Alpha Course again at the end of the month, and later in the autumn will be looking at the whole area of stewardship of our money.  And in all this we need to hear Paul’s words: “Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances…” The circumstances themselves might be hard and tiring, but if we maintain and guard our close contact with God through his Holy Spirit in prayer and worship we will discover the secret that the kingdom of God is a matter of ‘righteousness, peace and joy.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7619604555005402593?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7619604555005402593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7619604555005402593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7619604555005402593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7619604555005402593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-is-your-joy.html' title='Where is your joy?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2189032586892974217</id><published>2010-07-18T22:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:56:16.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Good News in Old Coulsdon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOGbHXd_sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0K5czHZ2OGI/s1600/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495383770714209986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOGbHXd_sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0K5czHZ2OGI/s200/DSC_0367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been our 'Fun Weekend', marking the church's 750th anniversary in Old Coulsdon. Yesterday the church was transformed with interactive prayer stations, displays of art and history, and becoming a busy tea shop. Outside on the green were sideshows, performances by children from local schools, a visit from a fire engine and many other fun and games. In the Congregational Church next door we displayed the 400 or so Good News stories that have been collected so far - stories about recovery of health, the support of families and friends, success at school and work, spiritual &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOEmHdEvhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pN12ma6RNfs/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495381760693026322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOEmHdEvhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pN12ma6RNfs/s200/DSC_0381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blessing, gratitude for the beauty of nature, and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we worshipped in the open air in the rectory garden, joined with friends from the Congregational Church and St Mary's Roman Catholic Church, then enjoyed a picnic and a treasure hunt round the neighbourhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all this is to celebrate the good news that the present church has been here for three-quarters of a millenium sharing the Good News of God's love and grace through his Son Jesus Christ. We hope that the rumours about the church will be that it is a place of good news, and that many people in the neighbourhood will want to discover more as we take time to talk with them about their good news. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOFdsJ8meI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mnUIuDMNKcc/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495382715437717986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOFdsJ8meI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mnUIuDMNKcc/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of hard work has gone into this weekend, for which I'm so grateful to colleagues and other church members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2189032586892974217?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2189032586892974217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2189032586892974217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2189032586892974217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2189032586892974217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-news-in-old-coulsdon.html' title='Good News in Old Coulsdon'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TEOGbHXd_sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0K5czHZ2OGI/s72-c/DSC_0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1550257854791001726</id><published>2010-06-18T11:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:26:22.108Z</updated><title type='text'>Churches WORKING Together in Coulsdon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TBtXgpwuZkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4IBSPpopwdA/s1600/floating+shelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484073189731362370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TBtXgpwuZkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4IBSPpopwdA/s200/floating+shelter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When churches of different denominations and traditions come together in an ecumenical group it can result, very often, in a self-congratulatory smugness or just endless talk,talk, talk. Here in Coulsdon, though, it's different (said he, trying not to sound smug!). This year we have been thinking about how we can do mission that is possible and practical - mission that one church alone couldn't do, but churches together could. And so we are going to be involved with the Croydon Churches Floating Shelter next winter, and run a series of events to mark The Year of the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Floating Shelter is run by a number of churches round Croydon, to provide shelter for homeless people during the winter. Each night a different church in the Borough is open, and teams of volunteers help set up, provide food, talk to the guests, clear up and wash bedding. It's usually more than one church alone can do, so Churches Together is an ideal group to run this. For us in Coulsdon, it's a way that the churches can practically show the care and compassion of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, we have been planning how to mark next year as The Year of the Bible - the 400th &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TBtXqdSxgwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1zIKmd_bhEE/s1600/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484073358183203586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TBtXqdSxgwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1zIKmd_bhEE/s200/bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anniversary of the publication of the Authorized Version (The King James Version) of the bible. Working together, we have planned a series of events that will be educational and fun. Lectures, interactive learning for adults and children in churches and schools, a quiz night and a 'Travelling Bible Readathon' during which we will read the entire bible in 5 days. One of our local ministers will be writing a short play about the Hampton Court Conference that oversaw the publication of the AV bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get most excited when I see the church doing what it's here for: co-operating with God in mission by being and telling the Good News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1550257854791001726?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1550257854791001726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1550257854791001726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1550257854791001726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1550257854791001726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/06/churches-working-together-in-coulsdon.html' title='Churches WORKING Together in Coulsdon'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/TBtXgpwuZkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4IBSPpopwdA/s72-c/floating+shelter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8313299007591468679</id><published>2010-06-11T14:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:39:11.064Z</updated><title type='text'>The discourteous Dean of Southwark</title><content type='html'>The Dean of Southwark Cathedral, Colin Slee, has been described as 'provocative and discourteous to the Archbishop of Canterbury' by The Church of England Evangelical Council. This is because of his latest attempt to use his position as Dean to undermine the Anglican Communion's finely balanced position on human sexuality, and, in particular, the ordination of gay bishops. The Dean has invited the presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church of the USA, Catherine Jefferts Schori, to preach and preside at a eucharist in the cathedral on Sunday. Dr Jefferts Schori ordained a practising lesbian as a bishop in the ECUSA last month, an action which has put that church effectively outside the  Anglican Communion. The rest of the Anglican Communion has agreed a moratorium on such ordinations, but ECUSA seems to think itself above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Slee is no stranger to controversy. When the proposed appointment of the former Canon, Jeffrey John, as Bishop of Reading was reversed Colin Slee accused those who opposed the appointment - a large number of the clergy of Oxford Diocese, of which I was one - of being 'the evangelical Taliban'. He was forced by the Bishop of Southwark to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys me is not that another priest in the diocese takes a different view to that which I take, but that the Dean can use our diocesan cathedral to promote whatever hobby-horse he may like. What a shame that the church which should be a focus of unity for the diocese is being highjacked for this deliberately provocative invitation. No doubt it will attract the media, and any who disagree will be portrayed in similarly negative terms to the Taliban.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8313299007591468679?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8313299007591468679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8313299007591468679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8313299007591468679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8313299007591468679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/06/discourteous-dean-of-southwark.html' title='The discourteous Dean of Southwark'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3508892343090379372</id><published>2010-06-01T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:11:09.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Spare a prayer for those not interested</title><content type='html'>My thanks must go to the Bishop of Croydon for including the small percentage of those of us who will be quite relieved to see England go out in the first round of the World Cup. I have never shared the national obsession with football, even though I can see that it can bring a very temporary sense of unity to the country. Perhaps our performance in the Eurovision Song Contest will prepare us for a similar fate in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a sad 'cultureholic' but I am with Stephen Fry whose recent wonderful and personal documentary about Wagner on BBC 4 revealed his extasies about being in Bayreuth - the home of the Wagner Festival - and his visible excitement at even touching the door handle into the Festspielhaus. (Echoes of Psalm 84: 'I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord than dwell in the tents of the wicked.') Thank the Lord that BBC 4 offers football-phobes a place of sanctuary over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else share my view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A prayer for those simply not interested&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, as all around are gripped with World Cup fever,&lt;br /&gt;bless us with understanding,&lt;br /&gt;strengthen us with patience&lt;br /&gt;and grant us the gift of sympathy if needed.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3508892343090379372?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3508892343090379372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3508892343090379372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3508892343090379372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3508892343090379372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/06/spare-prayer-for-those-not-interested.html' title='Spare a prayer for those not interested'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2773727867791760980</id><published>2010-05-12T13:42:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:59:15.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Never was so much owed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qxsbjRJ3I/AAAAAAAAANE/z5slEdYcjmo/s1600/david-cameron.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470380074262931314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qxsbjRJ3I/AAAAAAAAANE/z5slEdYcjmo/s320/david-cameron.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qyuba4vTI/AAAAAAAAANc/fIngoQE6cL4/s1600/Churchill+-+Karsh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470381208099142962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qyuba4vTI/AAAAAAAAANc/fIngoQE6cL4/s200/Churchill+-+Karsh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have the first coalition government since the Second World War. Maybe politics has caught up with the ecumenical movement in the church and people are as little concerned about political parties as they are about denominations. I wonder if D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qxs16bzSI/AAAAAAAAANM/czr_95XNPR4/s1600/Churchill+-+Karsh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;avid Cameron, as a coalition prime minister, will be to the national deficit what Churchill was to the Nazis: "Never was so much owed by so many..." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qzZE9VLFI/AAAAAAAAANs/8D5BOpfhI90/s1600/Atlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470381940803972178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qzZE9VLFI/AAAAAAAAANs/8D5BOpfhI90/s200/Atlee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qy9A3X_PI/AAAAAAAAANk/2uKXyufRiX0/s1600/nick_clegg_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470381458668911858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qy9A3X_PI/AAAAAAAAANk/2uKXyufRiX0/s200/nick_clegg_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qxs16bzSI/AAAAAAAAANM/czr_95XNPR4/s1600/Churchill+-+Karsh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2773727867791760980?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2773727867791760980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2773727867791760980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2773727867791760980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2773727867791760980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-was-so-much-owed.html' title='Never was so much owed...'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S-qxsbjRJ3I/AAAAAAAAANE/z5slEdYcjmo/s72-c/david-cameron.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1488937867474518532</id><published>2010-04-23T11:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:32:48.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Who's the boss?</title><content type='html'>Last night I heard 2, or possibly all 3, would-be prime ministers say, "You are the boss," as their answer to the question of how to clean up politics. What a superficial and favour-currying thing to say. Where does it leave leadership and vision? To say to the general public - some of whom still don't even know who Nick Clegg is - that they are the boss sends shivers down my spine. If you take this mantra to its logical conclusion you end up with the tyranny of the masses, the rule of the uneducated, and an abdication of responsible government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's same argument about parent-power in schools. It sounds good as a vote-catching phrase, but actually parent-power can result in pushy parents who are only concerned for their own offspring interfering in the professional running of schools by competent teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is not about governments just doing what the public want. If that were the case then governments would bring back hanging, and would evict law-abiding people of non-white ethnic backgrounds. Democracy is about choosing a government that has a vision to govern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be listening carefully to Messrs Clegg, Cameron and Brown in order to get a sense of their vision for government, not how they will simply please the public in order to gain their votes.  I'm still undecided about how I shall vote, though I think I have decided how I shall NOT vote. There is still time to decide, and I think it will make a big difference to the political landscape this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1488937867474518532?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1488937867474518532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1488937867474518532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1488937867474518532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1488937867474518532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/04/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8693359845382420840</id><published>2010-04-11T15:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:11:09.474Z</updated><title type='text'>The Paradise Garden</title><content type='html'>Last night we enjoyed a top-class concert given by the young orchestra 'Sinfonia d'Amici' under their conductor Harry Ogg, an undergraduate at Cambridge. Our daughter was playing the cor anglais in the beautifully evocative and sensual 'The Walk to the Paradise Garden' by Delius. The orchestra is made up entirely of students, at school, university or music college and would stand comparison with any good professional group. The playing in the Delius brought out every nuance and layer of sound colour, and was followed by a wonderfully taut performance of Rachmaninov's 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini.' Not so much a rhapsody as an inventive set of variations. The concert finished with a rich, full-blooded performance of Tchaikovky's 5th symphony, played with a mixture of delicacy and swagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so inspiring about this concert, apart from the music itself, was the initiative that Harry Ogg has taken in founding the orchestra. It started with friends from the London Schools Symphony Orchestra, but as they leave left the LSSO it has begun to take on a life of its own. Harry is both a musician and an entrepreneur and I wish him and the orchestra well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8693359845382420840?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8693359845382420840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8693359845382420840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8693359845382420840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8693359845382420840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradise-garden.html' title='The Paradise Garden'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-754710689990110846</id><published>2010-03-26T09:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:53:56.402Z</updated><title type='text'>The God Delusion Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6yED6CYE-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KXcWw4mBGao/s1600/goddelusionangle_hov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452878451492525026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6yED6CYE-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KXcWw4mBGao/s320/goddelusionangle_hov.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lent a DVD recently of a debate between Richard Dawkins and John Lennox, both of Oxford University. The subject was Dawkin's book, 'The God Delusion'. To hear two such intelligent men going head to head in the finest example of polite intellectual debate is truly refreshing. John Lennox argues from a convinced Christian worldview that Dawkins' arguments are self-destructive and inconsistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make some time to watch the full debate here &lt;a href="http://www.fixed-point.org/index.php/video/35-full-length/164-the-dawkins-lennox-debate"&gt;http://www.fixed-point.org/index.php/video/35-full-length/164-the-dawkins-lennox-debate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fixed Point Foundation, based in Birmingham, Alabama, has organised other debates of a similar high standard. If you want to know how to answer the agenda of the 'new atheists', then here is a place to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-754710689990110846?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/754710689990110846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=754710689990110846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/754710689990110846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/754710689990110846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-delusion-debate.html' title='The God Delusion Debate'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6yED6CYE-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KXcWw4mBGao/s72-c/goddelusionangle_hov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7396116106075047943</id><published>2010-03-17T15:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:07:15.804Z</updated><title type='text'>'The hand that made us is divine.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6D6X6oRb-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h-RkyNgInIo/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449630837900406754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6D6X6oRb-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h-RkyNgInIo/s320/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two series on the BBC deserve special praise at the moment: 'Wonders of the Solar System' and 'Richard Hammond's Invisible Worlds'. Both have left me in awe of the natural created order of the earth and the solar system. For example, the way two of Saturn's moons, through a process called gravitational resonance, have caused a gap in the rings around the planet; or the way the gravitational pull of Saturn on one of its moons causes the moon to flex which in turn creates enough heat to make frozen water vapourise and spurt out in columns hundreds of kilometres high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6D6H-RpI8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HxcO57UfHDc/s1600-h/Richard+Hammond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449630564001326018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6D6H-RpI8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HxcO57UfHDc/s320/Richard+Hammond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, in Richard Hammond's series, how a type of fungus which develops on horse manure launches it spores with such velocity that they can escape what is called 'the zone of repugnance' - a lovely scientific term that describes the area round the manure that a horse doesn't want to eat. The velocity that these spores are launched with results in a force of 2,000G. (Apparently 5G force on the human body is enough to cause a person to black out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of this proves the existence of God, but with the intricacy and design of the natural order I can't help thinking of Joseph Addisons hymn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spacious firmament on high,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all the blue ethereal sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and spangled heavens, a shining frame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;their great original proclaim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The unwearied sun from day to day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;does his Creator's power display,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and publishes to every land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the works of an almighty hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's programmes like this that make me want to fight to keep the BBC as it is. "Hands off, Rupert Murdoch and your sons!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7396116106075047943?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7396116106075047943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7396116106075047943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7396116106075047943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7396116106075047943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/03/hand-that-made-us-is-divine.html' title='&apos;The hand that made us is divine.&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S6D6X6oRb-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h-RkyNgInIo/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6984564473957926552</id><published>2010-02-22T09:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:20:02.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Music of the Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S4JY1toc--I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kk1f5l1EC0w/s1600-h/hallelujah+chorus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441008979622558690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S4JY1toc--I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kk1f5l1EC0w/s320/hallelujah+chorus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the weekend we were in Shropshire where, on Saturday, we took part in a 'Come and Sing' performance of &lt;em&gt;Messiah&lt;/em&gt; conducted by my father-in-law, who has just turned 90. However many times I have performed the work - I've sung it, played the organ for it, and conducted it myself - it never fails to stir me as it reaches its grand climax: "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain...Blessing and honour, glory and power...Amen." Musically it can be explained by the succession of choruses building towards the magnificent final fugue, and, with orchestral accompaniment, the trumpets bringing the crowning splendour at the end. But, uniquely for a musical work, the work has great theological power as it tells the salvation story of Christ's birth, death, resurrection and ascension. First performed in 1742 the work seems to have universal appeal for people of faith or no faith. Maybe it is because although the text is selected entirely from the bible, the name of Jesus is hardly mentioned. For Christians the work obviously portrays the great hope of resurrection 'through our Lord Jesus Christ', but for those who are not Christians the music still evokes tremendously inspiring feelings of 'something better'. If salvation could come through music, I'm sure this is where it would be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether performed by amateurs or profesionals, accompanied by full orchestra or organ, in the concert hall or the church, &lt;em&gt;Messiah &lt;/em&gt;is surely the greatest and most popular of English oratorios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S4JY2Etto-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OW1aEMhBpec/s1600-h/eroica+symphony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441008985818637282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S4JY2Etto-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OW1aEMhBpec/s320/eroica+symphony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were driving back through the increasingly heavy traffic of the M40 and M25 we listened on Radio 3 (always my station of choice in the car) to my favourite Beethoven symphony, No. 3 'Eroica'. The performance was preceded by a fascinating talk in which the speaker drew out the themes of death and resurrection - this time the death of the archetypal hero. When Beethoven started writing the symphony he was inspired by the heroic liberating acts of Napoleon Bonaparte, and dedicated the symphony to the great leader. Famously, though, when Napoleon declared himself Emperor, Beethoven scratched out the dedication as he felt the revolutionary hero had turned tyrant. The symphony can be interpreted as 1) the portrayal of the hero (Napoleon), 2) a funeral march: the death of the hero, or the heroic ideal, 3) a new birth - the music of the scherzo brings life and joy, and finally 4) the hero remade in which reason and enlightenment triumph over tyranny. This is shown through the use of fugal writing - so often used by composers from Haydn onwards to bring reason and order to the climax of great symphonic works. I found it a compelling interpretation, but of course the very nature of music means that the story it tells can be interpreted in many different ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Messiah&lt;/em&gt; is powerful not just for the music, but for its story of God's saving acts through Jesus Christ. Beethoven's 'Eroica' symphony is powerful both for its music - amazingly radical at the time of its first performance in, I think, 1803 - and for its portrayal through a universal medium of a universal message of hope and the rebirth of heroic ideals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6984564473957926552?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6984564473957926552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6984564473957926552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6984564473957926552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6984564473957926552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-of-resurrection.html' title='Music of the Resurrection'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S4JY1toc--I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Kk1f5l1EC0w/s72-c/hallelujah+chorus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6556825139732233710</id><published>2010-02-05T23:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:25:06.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Music of the North</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S2yoAvI5bbI/AAAAAAAAAME/GqmCToTQdMI/s1600-h/Finland+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434903580936596914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S2yoAvI5bbI/AAAAAAAAAME/GqmCToTQdMI/s320/Finland+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not Scotland, but the snowy expanses of Finland. I've just got back from hearing the London Philharmonic Orchestra playing the 6th and 7th symphonies of Sibelius. Like Mahler who told the conductor Bruno Walter not to look at the mountains around him because it was all in his music, so Sibelius seems to capture the essence of the northern European wastes of Finland. There is something about his music that paints pictures of bright snow, ice crystals, cold water, gloomy pine forests in the mist, and dark mountain peaks. But at the same time it is playful and full of positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S2yoP5r0WMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UPHzdBHETb0/s1600-h/Sibelius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434903841465456834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S2yoP5r0WMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UPHzdBHETb0/s320/Sibelius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like many great artists Sibelius was wracked by self-doubt, to such an extent that the last 30 years of his life were virtually silent musically. But he had become a hero of Finnish independence from Russia, giving his countrymen that stirring orchestral piece Finlandia, and in 1940 he was voted by the audience of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra their 'favourite living composer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only lately come to appreciate the music of Sibelius. Maybe because it takes some time to unfold, and you're never quite sure where it is going. Tonight's performance was all the better for the fantastic playing of the LPO. In their encoure - 'Valse Triste ' - I've never heard such quiet playing from orchestral strings before: absolute pianissimo. It even stopped the audience coughing - you could have heard the proverbial pin drop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6556825139732233710?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6556825139732233710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6556825139732233710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6556825139732233710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6556825139732233710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-of-north.html' title='Music of the North'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S2yoAvI5bbI/AAAAAAAAAME/GqmCToTQdMI/s72-c/Finland+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6353304415410551101</id><published>2010-02-03T09:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:27:43.293Z</updated><title type='text'>The debate about assisted suicide</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to a thoughtful blog by my erstwhile friend at theological college, Doug Chaplin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clayboy.co.uk/2010/02/assisted-suicide-competing-visions-of-human-dignity/"&gt;http://clayboy.co.uk/2010/02/assisted-suicide-competing-visions-of-human-dignity/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if we are to be heard on the floor of the debate it's vitally important to continue to argue in the language that most people speak, that is the language of secular human rights and pragmatism, even though as Christians our motivation may come from somewhere higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6353304415410551101?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6353304415410551101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6353304415410551101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6353304415410551101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6353304415410551101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/02/debate-about-assisted-suicide.html' title='The debate about assisted suicide'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-995921177810066771</id><published>2010-02-01T22:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:01:26.813Z</updated><title type='text'>The Right to Live</title><content type='html'>Three things strike me about the current debate about assisted suicide, or 'the right to die' as supporters put it. The first is the way that celebrities, such as Sir Terry Pratchett, pronounce on the issue in such a way as to give apparent weight to the argument. Thank goodness that it is not up to them but to parliament to decide on changes to the law and so far parliament has voted twice against making assisted suicide legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that strikes me, as the Archbishop of York pointed out today on BBC's 'The World at One' is that for the majority of people in the two-thirds world, the question is not about the right to die but the right to live and the struggle to keep alive. It seems to me that the debate about the right to die is essentially a wealthy middle-class preoccupation - one that is only an option to those who can afford to choose it. In the face of the poverty of some Central American countries such as Guatemala where it is not unknown for the police to get rid of the problem of street children by killing them, it seems rather obscene to be talking about the 'right to die'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third reflection is about the so-called 'quality of life'. Although it is incredibly hard to see someone close to you suffering, or to suffer yourself, that doesn't deny that in suffering there can be a good quality of life. What makes us human is not just what we can do for ourselves, but the fact that others can do things for us. Most of the time we prefer to be active, but sometimes we have to be passive and to receive from others, and receive what life deals out to us. William Vanstone, in his book 'The Stature of Waiting' draws on the example of Jesus as one who was handed over to others to become the passive victim of their hate, and in that experience was able to give dignity to passive suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is going to be a debate that gathers momentum. I suspect that the majority that support assisted suicide do so because they haven't really thought through the issues of where lines are drawn and what the dignity of life is all about. My fear is that if legalised killing is allowed it opens a slippery path to the possibility of getting rid of those who are a burden to their families or to the state. It's not very far from there to the 'final solution' in which the state rids itself of those who are a drain on resources or are seen as being unnecesary or unwanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-995921177810066771?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/995921177810066771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=995921177810066771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/995921177810066771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/995921177810066771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-to-live.html' title='The Right to Live'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-895920919738000841</id><published>2010-01-27T12:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:07:00.935Z</updated><title type='text'>Christians, do your duty</title><content type='html'>Is Britain a conservative or liberal nation? According to the latest British Social Attitudes survey published last week the answer is ‘both’. We have become financially more conservative, with fewer people favouring a tax-based redistribution of wealth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only two in five of those questioned said they now support higher taxes, a significant shift from 1997 when 62 per cent of voters were prepared to dig into their pockets to fund an increase public spending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the moral scale we have become more liberal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only 36 per cent of people now believe that homosexual sex is wrong, compared with 62 per cent who thought the same in 1983. Similarly, the number of people who strongly believe that couples with children should get married has dropped from 25 per cent in 1989 to just 14 per cent now &lt;/em&gt;(The Independent 26th January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave the teaching of the bible? Is it simply a record of an outdated culture, or a spiritual self-help manual, or does it still speak with the life-changing authority of God’s word to a world that he made and loves? What are we to make of the frequent exhortations to follow justice and mercy in our dealings with others, and the importance of a holy lifestyle that reflects our Maker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year that will see a general election we have already seen our political leaders jumping on the marriage and family life bandwagon: which party will protect family life more effectively; which party will heal a ‘broken Britain’ more deeply?  I hope our political leaders will actually give a lead and won’t just follow the trends reported in the social survey in order to win popular votes. It is important for Christians to support the political life of this country, and to take an interest in democracy. As Edmund Burke the English philosopher famously said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1st century Roman-occupied Palestine people couldn’t vote for their government; all they could do was to pay their taxes, so  Jesus said, “Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.”  That is about as far as an ordinary person could be engaged with government then, but it shows that Jesus was concerned that people take their civic duties seriously. Democratic government won’t bring heaven on earth by any means, but it is probably the best thing we have got in the meantime. It is worth supporting by our carefully considered votes when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-895920919738000841?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/895920919738000841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=895920919738000841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/895920919738000841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/895920919738000841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/01/christians-do-your-duty.html' title='Christians, do your duty'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2113089060772982229</id><published>2010-01-19T16:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:46:11.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Cadbury and the limitations of government</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S1XhBIak4uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FgFnaLbYpXA/s1600-h/cadburys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428492335420072674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S1XhBIak4uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FgFnaLbYpXA/s320/cadburys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good supply of Cadbury's 'Dairy Milk' would keep me happy if I were cast away on a desert island. The news that Cadbury is to be bought by Kraft has caused much weeping and gnashing of teeth as we see yet another British company bought by one overseas. Kraft makes me think: 'processed cheese', and I shudder to imagine what Cadbury might become in the hands of that American giant. Not only that, but American chocolate is, by and large, terrible: tastless and gritty. I hope the recipe for Cadbury's chocolate stays unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bigger issue here, though. People say, "Can't the government do something?" But what can the government do? This is, for better or worse, a perfect example of world capitalism at work, and it shows that in the face of multinational big business governments have very little power if they continue to accept a free trade economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political parties that advocate nationalism or independence are kidding themselves if they think they will change anything. The real power, it seems to me rather worryingly, is with boards of directors elected by shareholders. The only way to change that is to adopt a totalitarian communist form of government which has been tried and has failed. Personally, I would rather live in a liberal free trade economy and put up with the regret of Cadbury owned by Kraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments' power is limited, as we have experienced, in the face of adverse weather and earthquakes. Much as I may regret an American company buying Cadbury, I hope American forces quickly establish order in Haiti and open the way for aid to reach those who need it. Thank God that there are still enough US troops at home to be sent to Haiti to help. They, and others, will be needed for a long time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2113089060772982229?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2113089060772982229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2113089060772982229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2113089060772982229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2113089060772982229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/01/cadbury-and-limitations-of-government.html' title='Cadbury and the limitations of government'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S1XhBIak4uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FgFnaLbYpXA/s72-c/cadburys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2961787736669087057</id><published>2010-01-08T09:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:53:36.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0cAgrig_YI/AAAAAAAAALs/rWXrXsBiae8/s1600-h/star+of+Bethlehem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0cAgrig_YI/AAAAAAAAALs/rWXrXsBiae8/s320/star+of+Bethlehem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424304837634358658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reflecting on the readings for Epiphany yesterday as I prepared for our midweek communion service, to which only one hardy person came (usually it's between 15 and 20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a star, or more likely a conjunction of planets, that led the wise men to find Jesus after he had been born. (NB: the wise men arrived in Bethlehem some time after Jesus was born - they would not have been seen with the shepherds as most school nativity plays suggest). The purpose of that star was simply to direct the Magi to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his letter to the church in Ephesus St Paul says that God's intent was that 'through the church the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms...' In a culture that is increasingly negative about the church it's good to remember that the church has an amazing and significant purpose: revealing God not just on earth, but, in some way that I don't fully understand, in the heavens as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me, then, that the church is called to be a 'star' today, helping people to find Jesus, just as that astronomical phenonemom did for the wise men. That's why our motto at St John's is 'Helping people to meet Jesus.' The wise men didn't worship the star, as many pagan people might have done, but they used it to find Jesus. I hope and pray that people will use our church to find Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2961787736669087057?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2961787736669087057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2961787736669087057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2961787736669087057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2961787736669087057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-star.html' title='Follow the Star'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0cAgrig_YI/AAAAAAAAALs/rWXrXsBiae8/s72-c/star+of+Bethlehem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6138608604264830370</id><published>2010-01-03T12:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:53:58.688Z</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Tenth Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0CQfZJ3e9I/AAAAAAAAALk/mYsBs0A3b40/s1600-h/doctor-who-tardis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492820356692946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0CQfZJ3e9I/AAAAAAAAALk/mYsBs0A3b40/s320/doctor-who-tardis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the passing on of the 10th Doctor we have lost probably the best actor - David Tennant - who has played the role so far, and the best script writer - Russell T Davies. I think it has been Davies's plots and scripts that have made the recent series so majestic. The number of interweaving story lines that leave their motifs dotted through the series is comparable to Wagner's 'Ring' cycle of operas. They have brought a unity to the individual episodes that is quite biblical in proportion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the last episode with my children and was moved by the Doctor's last words before his regeneration: "I don't want to go." That phrase tore at the heart strings because it contains the thought that we all probably have as we face our mortality and have to come to terms with leaving behind the people we love and the experiences we have enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Russell T Davies is an atheist, but he has brought many fundamental values that Christians hold into his stories, particularly that of self-sacrifice. When The Doctor confronted the Master in the previous encounter, he was willing to give his life so that The Master could be redeemed. Even in this last episode he was willing to give his life to save The Master, and when The Master refused, then The Doctor was prepared to die to safe Wilf, the old soldier he had met on earth - a 'nobody' in one sense, but 'everyman' in another sense and worth saving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to look very far to see echoes of Jesus' great sacrifice here. Even The Doctor's appearances to his previous companions seemed to owe something to the accounts in John's Gospel of Jesus' resurrection appearances to his disciples. Although The Doctor had not yet regenerated before these appearances I suppose you could say that he had been through a death experience in the radiation chamber when he was saving Wilf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell T Davies and David Tennant both leave very large shoes to fill. I hope those that come after them will do just as well. I'm sure in years to come people will ask, "Where were you when the Tenth Doctor died?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6138608604264830370?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6138608604264830370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6138608604264830370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6138608604264830370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6138608604264830370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-tenth-doctor.html' title='The End of the Tenth Doctor'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/S0CQfZJ3e9I/AAAAAAAAALk/mYsBs0A3b40/s72-c/doctor-who-tardis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3777913337048237157</id><published>2009-12-09T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:01:05.484Z</updated><title type='text'>'A poem lovely as a train'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sx_JSrappNI/AAAAAAAAALU/zRXCsaIMWiY/s1600-h/DSC_0100_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266599851959506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sx_JSrappNI/AAAAAAAAALU/zRXCsaIMWiY/s320/DSC_0100_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I think that I shall never see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poem lovely as a tree,' wrote AJ Kilmer in 1914.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For pure poetry in motion, I would substitute 'steam locomotive' for 'tree', but I can't make it rhyme. Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, this is Clan Line passing through Coulsdon South on 9th December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3777913337048237157?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3777913337048237157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3777913337048237157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3777913337048237157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3777913337048237157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/12/poem-lovely-as-train.html' title='&apos;A poem lovely as a train&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sx_JSrappNI/AAAAAAAAALU/zRXCsaIMWiY/s72-c/DSC_0100_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-288455248406348767</id><published>2009-12-01T14:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:58:20.272Z</updated><title type='text'>The aim of music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SxUu9NfnqLI/AAAAAAAAALM/biIZ3KS5gXg/s1600/bach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410282156484700338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SxUu9NfnqLI/AAAAAAAAALM/biIZ3KS5gXg/s320/bach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two institutions of great value came together together: BBC Radio 4 lunchtime broadcasts, and JS Bach's Mass in B minor. Lunchtime radio is a gem, and one of my great delights about working from home is being able to listen to it during the week. Today there was a programme about the original manuscript of Bach's Mass in B Minor. You might think it would need the visual medium of TV to show the manuscript, but it was described by the participants in the programme with such passion and clarity that TV would have added nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manuscript has been in the Berlin State Library for 250 years and those who were looking at it said that they could almost hear the music bouncing off the page, the handwriting of the 63 year old Bach being so full of life and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul,' said Bach. What an amazing man - possibly the greatest creative genius in western civilization, and yet at the same time one of the most humble whowas prepared to work for masters he described as 'strange folk with very little care for music in them.' A man full of grace and truth (like someone else much greater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today so-called celebrities with less real creative talent than Bach had in his little finger demand that we pay attention to them, and they employ agents to make sure they are continually in the media spotlight. How different for Bach who, having written his Mass - surely one of the greatest musical works of all time - possibly never heard it performed in his own lifetime. It wasn't printed until well into the 19th century, and only became known universally after Mendelssohn revived it nearly a century after Bach's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screams of the audience for 'The X Factor' will be forgotten long after Bach's music continues to bring glory to God, and to refresh the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-288455248406348767?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/288455248406348767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=288455248406348767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/288455248406348767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/288455248406348767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/12/aim-of-music.html' title='The aim of music'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SxUu9NfnqLI/AAAAAAAAALM/biIZ3KS5gXg/s72-c/bach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-739965458462418893</id><published>2009-11-30T22:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:00:06.280Z</updated><title type='text'>A History of Christianity</title><content type='html'>I've been fascinated by Diarmaid MacCulloch's majesterial TV series 'A History of Christianity'. It is very much his own 'take' on the historyof the faith and one that not all would agree with. Nevertheless, he has explored some areas that are usually overlooked in western Christianity, such as the expansion of the eastern church into China in the 7th century, long before Marco Polo and later Jesuit missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest episode about the Reformation he made a very interesting point about the nature of protestantism being one which questions authority, and in that questioning are the seeds of protestantism's fracture into many different groups. It made me think about the way protestant Christians think about and debate contentious issues such as human sexuality. It is hardly surprising that, given protestantism's questioning character and background that there are many different views all claiming some authority - whether of the bible or modern reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better - to be part of a monolithic church that stifles individual thought, or to be part of a church that is divided? It's not easy, but I suppose God has given us enough wisdom and the gift of his Holy Spirit to know when to agree and when to differ, and how to carry on together. I, for one, would rather live with a few grey areas than be in a church that tries to be so black-and-white that it becomes yet another protestant sect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-739965458462418893?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/739965458462418893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=739965458462418893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/739965458462418893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/739965458462418893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/11/history-of-christianity.html' title='A History of Christianity'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-9008918933427861354</id><published>2009-11-11T12:42:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:38:10.955Z</updated><title type='text'>1st World War heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq8dUOkb1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hpb-sx_PciQ/s1600-h/horace+ingham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402837914816376658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq8dUOkb1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hpb-sx_PciQ/s320/horace+ingham.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today I am remembering my grandmother's only brother, Horace Ingham MC, who was killed in 1918, in France. He was the only son of his father, and brother to four sisters. His father was a successful businessman in Manchester and I wonder how many hopes he had of Horace joining him in the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq8-oTNIbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vexOM7I4Rwk/s1600-h/Horace+Ingham+telegram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402838487140213170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq8-oTNIbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vexOM7I4Rwk/s320/Horace+Ingham+telegram.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a tin box at home containing the original telegram from the War Office giving the news of Horace's death, and all the letters of condolence from friends and colleagues, many of whom had also lost sons and brothers. One can sense the real feelings of grief and despair behind the formal rather masculine words. We also have Horace's notebook from the trenches, with mud on it. Not very interesting reading in itself, but a personal link with such a terrible loss of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandmother was ill in hospital in 1976 suffering from dementia she confused my father with her brother Horace. After nearly 50 years she still thought of her older brother and missed him. How many other women must have grieved for brothers, husbands and boyfriends for all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq9M0fBKDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GxMOah4jprw/s1600-h/Horace+Ingham+appreciation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402838730929154098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq9M0fBKDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GxMOah4jprw/s320/Horace+Ingham+appreciation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly there are many today going through the same painful bereavement. I hope that what our troops are doing in Afghanistan will not be in vain, and that their brave work will make the world safer for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-9008918933427861354?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/9008918933427861354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=9008918933427861354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/9008918933427861354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/9008918933427861354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-world-war-heroes.html' title='1st World War heroes'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Svq8dUOkb1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hpb-sx_PciQ/s72-c/horace+ingham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5753676184083083960</id><published>2009-11-01T17:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:49:06.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Steve Reich in London</title><content type='html'>Last night I was at a concert in the Royal Festival Hall of music by the American composer Steve Reich. He's described by some as the most influential living composer. His music - at least the music of his that I know - replaces conventional melody with what I would call 'micro-melody', that's to say short melodic fragments that are part of a larger harmonic and rhythmic structure. His most famous work - Music for 18 Musicians - presents a kaleidescope of sound with its ever changing chords and patterns. Some call it boring (I had to go alone to this concert as no-one else from my household was keen)but I find it fascinating. When you see the musicians performing on stage you realise that although the music may sound automated, there is actually a large degree to which the musicians control the performance - for example by how long the clarinets can play a particular phrase before needing to breath. When they breath the pattern changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but listen to a clip and I hope you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU23LqQ6LY4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU23LqQ6LY4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5753676184083083960?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5753676184083083960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5753676184083083960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5753676184083083960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5753676184083083960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/11/steve-reich-in-london.html' title='Steve Reich in London'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3691834520190836771</id><published>2009-11-01T17:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:32:03.396Z</updated><title type='text'>'For all the saints...'</title><content type='html'>Today we got to sing my favourite hymn: 'For all the saints, who from their labours rest' (Note to NOK: I'll have this at my funeral, please.)It captures the spirit of Hebrews 11 in which the writer rehearses a long list of godly people who kept the faith even at the expense of their own death. I am always humbled and moved by that passage and by the hymn as I consider how many faithful people have followed their Lord Jesus Christ all the way, from Bishop Polycarp of Smyrna who, when faced with the choice of recanting or death by burning, replied that he had faithfully served his Lord for 80 years and how could he desert him now. Or William Tyndale assassinated on the orders of Henry VIII because he wanted Englishmen to be able to read the bible in their own language, or Dietrich Bonhoeffer or Maximilian Kolbe killed by the Nazis, or Janani Luwum killed on Idi Amin's orders for defying that Uganda tyrant. The list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hymn describes the fierce spiritual warfare God's people often face, but also sounds a note of hope of a better day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo! There breaks a yet more glorious day;&lt;br /&gt;the saints triumphant rise in bright array:&lt;br /&gt;the King of glory passes on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a vain hope, but a strong hope in the risen Lord Jesus Christ, the 'author and perfecter of our faith'. That's the hope that kept faithful persecuted Christians going in the past, and it's the same hope that keeps us and many persecuted Christians going today. Christians in Pakistan whose churches are burned down, or in Orissa in India set upon by militant Hindu mobs, or in Burma forced by state opposition to meet in seccret in the jungle, or in Egypt discriminated against by the state, or in North Korea imprisoned by a state that has tried to make the word 'God' illegal. I think of them when I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden evening brightens in the west;&lt;br /&gt;soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest;&lt;br /&gt;sweet is the calm of paradise the blest.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, alleluia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3691834520190836771?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3691834520190836771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3691834520190836771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3691834520190836771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3691834520190836771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-all-saints.html' title='&apos;For all the saints...&apos;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4637313029523405342</id><published>2009-10-23T08:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:38:04.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Question Time - an early Christmas present for the BNP?</title><content type='html'>I expect that Question Time on the BBC last night had a much larger audience than usual. I don't usually watch it as, to be honest, I don't enjoy watching our elected representatives made to squirm in front of an audience - am I too respectful? On last night's showing, I wouldn't have thought that the BNP will win many thinking people to its cause. It's policies seem to be based too much on the fear that comes from prejudice and misunderstanding. What is worth taking note of, though, is the general public's dissatisfaction with the mainstream parties. Most of the QT panel seemed to admit this. This throws them the challenge of getting their own houses in order so that disgruntled voters don't turn to the BNP as a protest vote. It seems that they are now doing this and I hope it isn't too late to rescue the reputation of parliament and the precious institutions of democracy that have made this country great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if things have gone too far in an effort to clean up parliament. Personally, I feel that all MPs are becoming whipping boys for the few that have played the system corruptly. Not all MPs are the same. Most work conscientiously and without praise for the good of their constituents. In the bible St Paul encouraged his readers to pray for those who held political power - there was no democracy in his time. I feel we should pray for politicians before we persecute them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4637313029523405342?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4637313029523405342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4637313029523405342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4637313029523405342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4637313029523405342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-time-early-christmas-present.html' title='Question Time - an early Christmas present for the BNP?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-425284339327891176</id><published>2009-10-05T15:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:39:48.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Back from Swanwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoSXuJb5GI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JSk9p5qcY3o/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389140102836118626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoSXuJb5GI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JSk9p5qcY3o/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last week I was with about 400 other clergy at Swanwick Conference Centre in Derbyshire for the Diocesan Clergy Conference. Much could be said, but my main reflection was that for the first time that I can remember at a clergy conference - in any diocese - the main times of worship took Evangelical and Charismatic spirituality seriously. So often evangelicals have had to accommodate themselves to the formal liturgical worship beloved of anglo-catholics, as if it's the only form of worship that can be shared corporately; or fobbed off with an early morning alternative venue for the few crazy charismatics. (That may be an exaggeration, but it's certainly how it has felt.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this year at Swanwick the worship was brilliant. With a natural and organic blending of liturgy and informality, old and new music, catholic and charismatic I felt that we were engaging with God in a very special way that included every shade of the spectrum. It wasn't just a case of putting in different style to please everyone, but rather, some bold decisions were made to break out of some of the old moulds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoSYG54RyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f563tKsVLGE/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389140109481756450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoSYG54RyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f563tKsVLGE/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came away refreshed by the worship and encouraged that, in spite of some significant and deep differences, we can unite in our worship of the risen Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the icing on the cake, for me, was travelling by train together from St Pancras. A real sense of fun and pilgrimage.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389138627749831154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoRB3BdYfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HfBXAL4qOr4/s320/DSC_0004_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-425284339327891176?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/425284339327891176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=425284339327891176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/425284339327891176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/425284339327891176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-swanwick.html' title='Back from Swanwick'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoSXuJb5GI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JSk9p5qcY3o/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5781493445917403869</id><published>2009-10-05T14:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:10:27.268Z</updated><title type='text'>Madonna to wed Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoMCeZhc0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wswRjYYNCfg/s1600-h/Madonna+to+wed+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133140761604930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SsoMCeZhc0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wswRjYYNCfg/s320/Madonna+to+wed+Jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Is Madonna to become a nun?' I wondered when I saw this headline last week in Metro. No, Madonna isn't to take vows of chastity (among others). Rather, for a moment, she considered her mortality - always a good thing to do - and decided she should live life to the full. It turns out, according to a news report a couple of days later, that actually she doesn't want to get married. In fact her words were, "I'd rather get run over by a truck."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a funny world that these superstars live in - a parallel universe to the rest of us. However I was amused by the line in the report: &lt;em&gt;'Despite being married twice before, the singer is said to want another lavish ceremony. &lt;strong&gt;"She knows that's what Jesus wants," &lt;/strong&gt;said one of her relatives.'&lt;/em&gt; It puts a new spin on the motto WWJD? ('What Would Jesus Do?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, a few years ago Jesus came to read my gas meter. Sure enough, the meter reader, from Mexico I think, had the name 'Jesus' on his identity pass. You may have entertained angels unawares, but how many have had their meters read by Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5781493445917403869?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5781493445917403869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5781493445917403869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5781493445917403869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5781493445917403869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/10/madonna-to-wed-jesus.html' title='Madonna to wed Jesus'/><author><name>Paul C. 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Her father has written a book for Santaphobic children to help them overcome their fears. Apparently many children in the USA and UK are terrified of Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How ironic that we forget the One after whom Christmas is named and terrify our children with a character who doesn't exist. But I suppose it's hardly surprising that some children are scared. Our society is paranoid about the relationship of adults and children and the rest of the year we tell our children to avoid strange men - and what is stranger than an old bearded man in a red suit. What is even more ironic is that the portrayal of Father Christmas that we are familiar with today only dates back to a 1930s advertising campaign by Coca-Cola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was saddened by this story - sad for the little girl whose Christmas has been spoilt, but also sad that our society has got its values so confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-62733649563860794?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/62733649563860794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=62733649563860794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/62733649563860794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/62733649563860794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/09/scared-of-father-christmas.html' title='Scared of Father Christmas'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sr3QAR7G4gI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-8YuJmKGdnc/s72-c/scary+father+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-458173949620823911</id><published>2009-09-25T11:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:51:09.453Z</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SryulaOArDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tyVOmStVpWU/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385371212144749618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SryulaOArDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tyVOmStVpWU/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to two concerts in two days this week: the London Schools Symphony Orchestra at The Barbican Centre, and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the Southbank Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a parent and keen supporter of the LSSO I have to record my admiration again for this wonderful enterprise. To see a hundred or so young people totally dedicated to the ultimate team activity is truly inspiring. Rossini's 'William Tell Overture' requires both great sensitivity in its quiet opening for the cellos, and tremendous discipline in its wild galop and the LSSO gave both. Joined by Matthew Trusler, the soloist in that perenial favourite Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto, the orchestra was inspired by his virtuosity. After the interval there were two heavyweight works that taxed the orchestra to the limit: Richard Strauss's 'Till Eulenspiegel', and Ravel's 'La Valse', both played with great commitment. I'm sure the Chicago Symphony might have played more accurately, but the LSSO brought an excitement to the music that only comes with youthful enthusiasm. We were treated to a wonderfully suave arrangement of The Girl from Ipamena as an encore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lucky we are in London to be able to hear the best orchestras in the world. I remember some 30 years ago queuing for tickets to hear the Berlin Philharmonic under Herbert von Karajan, and yesterday I was able to hear the Chicago Symphony Orchestra under Bernard Haitink. Using reduced numbers they opened with Haydn's 'Clock' Symphony. Haydn's music is so refreshingly cheerful and imaginative and the orchestra played it with clock-like precision and playfulness. The 2nd work was Bruckner's Seventh Symphony. I remember hearing this for the first time at the Royal Festival Hall when I was the same age as my daughter who came with me yesterday, and it made an indelible impression all those years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to be patient with Bruckner as his music unfolds at a majesterial pace - think of the scale of cathedrals and mountains. Though a humble and devoutly Christian man like Haydn, prone to anxiety and swayed by criticism, his music is monumental in every sense and leaves you with a sense of his devotion to his Creator. Combining the melodic gift of Schubert and the scale of Wagner, with his own intense and chromatic harmony, Bruckner's music is not for people in a hurry. It leaves you - well me at least - with a sense of awe and wonder. Bruckner regularly thanked God for his musical gift, and I thank God for Bruckner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-458173949620823911?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/458173949620823911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=458173949620823911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/458173949620823911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/458173949620823911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/09/joys-of-music.html' title='The Joys of Music'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SryulaOArDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tyVOmStVpWU/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2565369028542483073</id><published>2009-09-22T13:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:54:51.153Z</updated><title type='text'>What the whole world's waiting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SrjXFBvzmVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7jq0P0W_BpU/s1600-h/surprised+by+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384289835889695058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SrjXFBvzmVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7jq0P0W_BpU/s320/surprised+by+hope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading Tom Wright's 'Surprised by Hope'. As usual with this author what you get is highly concentrated and thought-provoking writing in a good humoured and combative style. According to Richard Burridge Tom Wright is a 'Marmite man' - that is you either love him or hate him. Well, I love Marmite and the writing of Tom Wright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the chapter entitled 'What the whole world's waiting for' Wright draws attention to St Paul's belief that the whole creation is waiting, as in a period of gestation, to be redeemed. Creation itself will one day experience resurrection, following the resurrection of Jesus, and we ourselves will one day experience it in a personal and individual way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me think again about the stages of human life. It seems to me that there are four significant stages, each of which begins with a crisis event: the first 'crisis' is that of conception which brings life into being, followed by a period of gestation (nine months); the second crisis is that of birth, followed by a period of 70 or 80 or more years; the third crisis is that of death, followed by - as Tom Wright, following St Paul, suggests - a period of 'sleeping'; and then finally comes resurrection followed by something very glorious that we can't understand now any more than an unborn child can know what life outside the womb will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This confirms for me the value and sanctity of life through every event and process. This includes the moment of conception and life in the womb - an event followed by a process. Without the event there is no process; without conception there is no life. Or to put it the other way round: after conception there is life. This makes me feel very uneasy about artificially ending the life of an unborn child after conception - ending the process after the event, or, for that matter, artificially ending life by hastening death (suicide - assisted or otherwise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't finished Tom Wright's book and I'm keen to see if he has anything to say to those without faith in Christ - what does resurrection mean for them? But for those of faith he has very challenging words which pour scorn on a lot of the quasi-Christian myth and superstition surrounding death that passes for theology today. It is challenging me to think more carefully about what I believe, and about the pastoral care that I offer those who are bereaved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think 'Surprised by Hope' should provoke some lively debate among those who declare their belief in the resurrection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2565369028542483073?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2565369028542483073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2565369028542483073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2565369028542483073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2565369028542483073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-whole-worlds-waiting-for.html' title='What the whole world&apos;s waiting for.'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SrjXFBvzmVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7jq0P0W_BpU/s72-c/surprised+by+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8219034126736396200</id><published>2009-09-07T19:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:39:58.131Z</updated><title type='text'>The most boring sign...EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SqVgpEoGJcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8Ih2DL7_3lE/s1600-h/CSC_0063_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378811588696745410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SqVgpEoGJcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8Ih2DL7_3lE/s320/CSC_0063_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been scanning some of my old photos onto the PC. I took this one in Gloucester in 1973. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8219034126736396200?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8219034126736396200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8219034126736396200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8219034126736396200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8219034126736396200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-boring-signever.html' title='The most boring sign...EVER'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SqVgpEoGJcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8Ih2DL7_3lE/s72-c/CSC_0063_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1792132813280863590</id><published>2009-09-04T09:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:29:58.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Tom Wright on gnosticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOzQnDRIp7s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOzQnDRIp7s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Classic Tom Wright. If scripture is a 'two-edged sword' then Tom Wright is a scalpel who cuts right to the heart of the matter. Very relevant to today, and an exciting new resource from St John's College, Nottingham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1792132813280863590?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1792132813280863590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1792132813280863590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1792132813280863590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1792132813280863590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-wright-on-gnosticism.html' title='Tom Wright on gnosticism'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6277402821209815403</id><published>2009-08-27T08:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:31:23.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Living with dignity</title><content type='html'>Here is a piece written by a severely disabled lady. Anyone who thinks that dying brings dignity should read this and think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heresycorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-is-unbearable-dont-fix-it-just.html"&gt;http://heresycorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-is-unbearable-dont-fix-it-just.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6277402821209815403?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6277402821209815403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6277402821209815403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6277402821209815403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6277402821209815403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-with-dignity.html' title='Living with dignity'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2592804088668772329</id><published>2009-08-24T09:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:37:43.131Z</updated><title type='text'>The Founding Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SpJajHkrTLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3MqGMhu4RUA/s1600-h/audacity+of+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373456864781225138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SpJajHkrTLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3MqGMhu4RUA/s320/audacity+of+hope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm reading Barack Obama's 'The Audacity of Hope' at the moment. I wonder if when he eventually steps down as President if he will be quite as hopeful. I'm sure there will be some interesting books to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has fascinated me is his analysis of the American Constitution and its relation to the Founding Fathers of the 18th century who drafted it. There is a debate amongst politicians and historians in the US about whether the Consitution was written as a document whose rules must be followed to the letter, or, as Obama argues, it is a 'framework...to organize the way by which we argue about our future.' He sees it as 'a road map by which we marry passion to reason, the ideal of individual freedom to the demands of comunity.' So on one hand you have those who say, 'The Constitution says...and we must do it', and on the other hand those who say, 'These are the principles on which the Constitution is built and in the light of that we should take a particular action.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that there is an exactly similar argument about the place of scripture in the church today. There are those who would say, "We must be an 'Acts' church," that's to say the church today should be a copy of what we see decribed in the Acts of the Apostles. And there are those who prefer to see the principles being worked out in the scriptures and use them to face today's challenges. The problem with the 'Acts church' approach is that, firstly, the church was still in a formational stage in the time of the first apostles and was still rapidly expanding and changing. There is no sense in which Acts was written as a handbook of how the church should be. Secondly, the world we live in today is so different that it is impossible to simply apply a first-century blueprint to today's church. Rather, we need to look back not just to the Acts of the Apostles, but all the writings in the New Testament to understand the principles at work and then apply our reason to connecting them to today's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've finished 'The Audacity of Hope' the next book on my shelves is Tom Wright's 'Surprised by Hope'. There is so much to be depressed about today that we need people to keep hope alive. What I like about Barack Obama is that he argues for a hopeful and optimistic view of life, but with realism and thoughtfulness. Tom Wright does the same in a theological way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="if (typeof(SitbReader) != 'undefined') { SitbReader.LightboxActions.openReader('sib_dp_pt'); return false; }" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/reader/1847670830/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2592804088668772329?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2592804088668772329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2592804088668772329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2592804088668772329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2592804088668772329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/08/founding-fathers.html' title='The Founding Fathers'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SpJajHkrTLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3MqGMhu4RUA/s72-c/audacity+of+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4977835891446543484</id><published>2009-07-27T10:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:03:34.567Z</updated><title type='text'>The church and swine flu</title><content type='html'>I can't help feeling that the church has capitulated to the no-risk health and safety brigade in its recommendation to suspend the sharing of the chalice at communion. Although we followed the advice of the archbishops yesterday I felt I was doing so out of obedience rather than conviction. The thing is that it's all to do with risk rather than evidence. What actually is the risk of sharing the chalice I wonder? Is there any evidence that during the outbreak of Hong Kong flu in 1969 any church members contracted the virus as a result of taking communion? For 22 years, since I was ordained, I have been helping to consume the wine left over after communion and have never been ill as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult to ignore the recommendation of the archbishops, but I really wonder if it is not an over-reaction. The problem with eliminating risk is that it becomes the opposite of faith. Not that we want to play with people's health, but where is faith if there is no risk? What about the risk the disciple Peter took when he got out of the boat to walk towards Jesus on the water? That was faith. Or the risks that the apostle Paul took continually to take the Good News round Asia Minor and Greece? That was faith. Can you imagine what would happen today? Peter would have to be issued with a life-jacket in case he sank, and Paul would have had to fill in a risk assessment form before taking his associates with him on his journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there is a difference in taking a risk myself, and putting others in the place of risk, but that brings me back to my first point: what is the evidence for swine flu being transmitted by a common chalice? If there is no evidence, then it seems to me there is also no, or very little, risk. And furthermore, this type of flu is mostly very mild anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of sounding like Jeremy Clarkson, or The Daily Mail, I feel this is just another example of the over-regulation that threatens the spirit of adventure and invention that is part of the human character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4977835891446543484?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4977835891446543484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4977835891446543484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4977835891446543484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4977835891446543484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-and-swine-flu.html' title='The church and swine flu'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-761976388791403602</id><published>2009-07-15T16:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:14:44.717Z</updated><title type='text'>How will I face the end of the world?</title><content type='html'>I've just had a couple of men from the Jehovah's Witnesses call at the door. This is the first time since we've been here - nearly 6 years - that I've been door-knocked by this group. They are still banging on about the end of the world, and how to be saved (or safe) when it happens. They also have a preoccupation with knowing God's personal name - 'Jehovah' - but don't seem to understand that this anglicised name from the Hebrew, 'Yahweh', only appears in the King James' bible. They seem to think that it is the highest privilege to know God by his 'personal' name, but I would rather go with what Jesus said: "When you pray, say 'Our FATHER...'" Because I love God and know that he loves me, and because that love is mixed with respect, I would no more call God by his personal name - even if I knew it - than I would call my human father by his first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Father' is so much more significant, because it is all about a loving relationship, whereas calling someone by their personal name may only denote acquaintance. (I wish I'd thought of that on the doorstep!!).  Calling God 'Father' is the highest privilege as it implies we are in his family, children of the King of kings, and brothers and sisters with all his children. Not only that, but we are brothers and sisters of Jesus himself. The writer to the Hebrews says that Jesus is 'not ashamed to call us his family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I've learnt that you can't score points off the JWs - they are too indoctrinated with a particular way of thinking (and so are a few Christians!). I pray that they will come to know God in that personal and familiar way as Father as they encounter him through his Son Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-761976388791403602?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/761976388791403602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=761976388791403602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/761976388791403602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/761976388791403602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-will-i-face-end-of-world.html' title='How will I face the end of the world?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3234899534273832774</id><published>2009-07-10T07:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:16:59.566Z</updated><title type='text'>A day of rest from church politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just spent the last hour catching up with the latest arguments about the Anglican Communion (see &lt;a href="http://fulcrum-anglican.org.uk/page.cfm?ID=437"&gt;http://fulcrum-anglican.org.uk/page.cfm?ID=437&lt;/a&gt; and Bishop Nick's blog). It's difficult sometimes to know when to fight or ignore; whether to resist what seems to be in error, or just get on with the work of sharing the Good News. My inclination is to get on the with work and resist being painted into a corner of identification with this group or that group. Some groups in the church are concerned, it seems, exclusively with truth, and others with grace. All I know is that Jesus was described in the prologue to John's Gospel as 'full of grace AND truth'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for today at least, I'm going to put this all to one side and enjoy some time in the garden with God the Creator, and give thanks for the potatos, peas, beans, cabbages and raspberries that we have already been enjoying, and the many other fruit and veg still to come. I'm looking forward to my first crop of aubergines that are coming on nicely in the greenhouse. Together with the tomatos, courgettes, onion and garlic we should be able to make our own ratatouille. Now that's a treat in store!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356741972082609426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Slb4cT9ozRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rip-9Byulto/s320/DSC_1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356741956468794450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Slb4bZzA5FI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dY9AfmoO5fM/s320/DSC_1729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356741964486671890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Slb4b3qn_hI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hn7q11ckkvE/s320/DSC_1713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3234899534273832774?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3234899534273832774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3234899534273832774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3234899534273832774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3234899534273832774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-rest-from-church-politics.html' title='A day of rest from church politics'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Slb4cT9ozRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rip-9Byulto/s72-c/DSC_1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7101963904954803543</id><published>2009-07-06T09:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:04:42.108Z</updated><title type='text'>"The kingdom of God is near"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SlHLMYem_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s5CaupvDK_g/s1600-h/DSC_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355284845509934290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SlHLMYem_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s5CaupvDK_g/s320/DSC_1672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Flower Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week was far too hot to do any blogging - I just didn't have the energy to think creatively and write wittily. In the church we have welcomed our new curate, Linda, ordained deacon at Southwark Cathedral, we have had a wonderful Flower Festival all weekend, and on Saturday we had a Prayer Tent on the field for the Old Coulsdon Village Fair. The idea was to take prayer out of the church building and show that God is concerned for people wherever or whoever they are. We prayed with people about members of their families who were ill, and with one person about an unpleasant spiritual 'presence' in her house. I've never met anyone who has not wantied to be prayed for. Even if they don't believe, at least they think it can't do any harm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355283029511654130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SlHJirW4SvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oUO1nwt8-DE/s320/DSC_1557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prayer Tent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nearby was a tent with the local 'spiritual healing' group. This is not a Christian group and their approach to healing is about finding the power within yourself to heal. I had a long conversation with one of their members a year or so ago, and I don't know if anyone has actually been healed by their efforts. I wondered whether we should have a sort of 'Elijah versus the prophets of Baal' competition to see whose prayers were more effective, but thought better of it. For one thing I think the health and safety officers would not have appreciated fire from heaven coming down and consuming people: that wasn't in the risk assessment document!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355284836450369858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SlHLL2upAUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C-3il8WyXRY/s320/DSC_1658_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream teas in the church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two bible readings set for yesterday, from Mark 6 and Luke 10, were accounts of Jesus sending his disciples out with his authority to proclaim the kingdom of God, through personal contact, through prayer for people, through healing and preaching. In a small way I hope we were doing the same with the Prayer Tent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7101963904954803543?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7101963904954803543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7101963904954803543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7101963904954803543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7101963904954803543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/07/kingdom-of-god-is-near.html' title='&quot;The kingdom of God is near&quot;'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SlHLMYem_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s5CaupvDK_g/s72-c/DSC_1672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1327886450555187381</id><published>2009-06-29T10:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:56:42.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Good news...if you can understand it</title><content type='html'>Having spent a little time with the disabled boy that I'm preparing for baptism and wondering how to tell him about Jesus, I realised that it will have to be by revelation from the Lord himself. And this makes sense because, as Christians, we say that our faith is a revealed rather than a deductive faith - that's to say what we know of God is through what he reveals, rather than what we deduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place for logical argument and persuasion, but also a place for direct supernatural encounter. I have heard stories of people - though I have not actually met them - who claim that they encountered Jesus supernaturally through a dream. St Paul - the ultimate thinking theologian - knew about dreams and visions, and I see no reason why God shouldn't make himself known in that way if there is no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my prayer for this boy - that Jesus would make himself known in a way that goes beyond rational and intellectual explanation, however simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1327886450555187381?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1327886450555187381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1327886450555187381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1327886450555187381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1327886450555187381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-newsif-you-can-understand-it_29.html' title='Good news...if you can understand it'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2332530483814355572</id><published>2009-06-23T22:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:27:48.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Good news...if you can understand it?</title><content type='html'>To prepare myself to prepare a fifteen year old boy with a mental age of three or four for baptism I looked for a few simple booklets on sharing the faith. Surprisingly I could only find two on the market: 'Journey into Life' by Norman Warren, which has been around ever since I can remember, and 'Why Jesus?' by Nicky Gumbel. I know there is a more recent edition of 'Journey...' but as I re-read the 1988 version I found myself less in sympathy with its approach than I used to be. Basically it uses the traditional evangelical evangelistic argument: God created a perfect world, man sinned, we are all sinful and can't save ourselves so Jesus came to die for our sins and we need to trust him. I agree with each point separately, but I don't think it's the only way of presenting the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicy Gumbel's book is compelling if you are familiar with such names as Cicero and Dostoevsky. I guess it appeals to well-educated middle class people who are sympathetic to Nicy Gumbel's background as a barrister. Again, the arguments he uses are fine, but I keep thinking about people on our local housing estates and, without wanting to be patronising, I wonder how many of them have heard of Cicero and Dostoevsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in vain on the internet for a simple evangelistic booklet costing under £1 that puts across the Good News to the sort of person that might read The Sun or Daily Mirror. If there is one, I'd like to find it. If not, perhaps I'll produce my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To return to the boy I'm preparing for baptism: he deserves to be taken seriously, but the way I would usually share the gospel with people just isn't appropriate in this case. It challenges me to identify what is really at the heart of the good news; how can I express it in a way that he will understand. Intellectually he will probably grasp very little, but perhaps my just being there talking with him and his mum will communicate something of God's love, because that's what is as the heart: God loves us,  Jesus shows us what God is like, and he gives us new life that gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far harder to make things simple than to make them complicated; that's why I like the challenge of talking with children and preaching to a mixed congregation. I think every preacher should be forced to preach to children. I believe that if you can preach effectively from the epistles to children it shows you truly understand what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watch this space for futher developments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2332530483814355572?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2332530483814355572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2332530483814355572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2332530483814355572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2332530483814355572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-newsif-you-can-understand-it.html' title='Good news...if you can understand it?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8328554712053211568</id><published>2009-06-15T10:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:20:12.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Community Cohesion and Schools</title><content type='html'>I've just spent another hour in a school governors' committee meeting talking about 'Community Cohesion'. This is how the Department for Childrens, Schools and Families defines Community Cohesion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Working towards a society in which there is a common vision and sense of belonging by all communities, a society in which the diversity of people’s backgrounds and circumstances is appreciated and valued; a society in which similar life opportunities are available to all; a society in which strong and positive relationships exist and continue to be developed in the workplace, in school and in the wider community.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a little cynical about this as it seems to me that schools are being used by the government to promote a particular social policy, albeit one with laudable aims. Schools are having to come up with more and more policies, take part in increasing assessment, demonstrate widening circles of consultation with stakeholders - and, if they have time, teach our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having said that, I am in favour of the aims of community cohesion because they run parallel with those of the kingdom of God, as demonstrated in the life and teaching of Jesus. He valued people from all sorts of backgrounds and cultures; he modelled something good about strong and positive relationships; and he invited everyone to be part of his kingdom, though some refused and made excuses. At the same time, though, he made it clear that membership of that kingdom brings very clear challenges to lifestyle and belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will be helping to draw together our church school's policies on equality - gender equality, disability, racism and community cohesion - into one Equality Policy, not because I think the government is right to require schools to do so, but because as a church school we want to reflect values that are in line with the kingdom of God. This may raise some uncomfortable questions about what we are doing in the church to promote the values of the kingdom of God, but I hope that discomfort may prove to be creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8328554712053211568?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8328554712053211568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8328554712053211568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8328554712053211568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8328554712053211568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-cohesion-and-schools.html' title='Community Cohesion and Schools'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2335197055833216219</id><published>2009-06-09T16:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:59:11.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Helping people to meet Jesus.</title><content type='html'>'Helping people to meet Jesus' is our church motto, and this morning I had the opportunity to do just that. I was called over to the church where there was a lady in some distress, saying that the devil had her in his power. We went into the church to pray and I asked her about her life. I suggested that I prayed for her and anointed her with the oil of chrism. This is oil that is traditionally used at confirmation and is a sign God sealing the believer with his Holy Spirit. As I prayed I could see what was troubling this lady visibly lifting off her, and her cries of distress changed to prayers of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to have this ministry of reconciliation (as St Paul puts it) - that is, helping people to be reconciled with God through his Son Jesus. And what a joy to see God's grace at work through his Holy Spirit restoring this 'prodigal daughter'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2335197055833216219?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2335197055833216219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2335197055833216219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2335197055833216219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2335197055833216219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/helping-people-to-meet-jesus.html' title='Helping people to meet Jesus.'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7066200830251626148</id><published>2009-06-08T16:24:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:38:51.706Z</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN'S ABOVE! WE WANT TO MEET JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Si09GgUcH6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QnFw-docwcA/s1600-h/daily+express+jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995514722820002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Si09GgUcH6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QnFw-docwcA/s320/daily+express+jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone at the The Daily Express made a blooper today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;JESUS Christ is the dead person most Britons would love to meet, a study revealed yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! They haven't got many theologians at the Daily Express. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read the whole article here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/106106/Heaven-s-above-We-want-to-meet-Jesus"&gt;http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/106106/Heaven-s-above-We-want-to-meet-Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead person who came second was Princess Dianna. I'm not sure whether the picture on the Daily Express page is Jesus or Dianna. Maybe its a syncretist morphing of the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's good news for the church I think. Our church motto is 'Helping people to meet Jesus' - that is in THIS world, not the next. If the Express survey is true, then I think we're on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7066200830251626148?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7066200830251626148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7066200830251626148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7066200830251626148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7066200830251626148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/heavens-above-we-want-to-meet-jesus.html' title='HEAVEN&apos;S ABOVE! WE WANT TO MEET JESUS'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Si09GgUcH6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QnFw-docwcA/s72-c/daily+express+jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5087971658782759138</id><published>2009-06-04T16:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:21:43.508Z</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama - the new messiah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sif-zdOzMzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ji1uZu2qyHs/s1600-h/obama+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343519642871870258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sif-zdOzMzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ji1uZu2qyHs/s320/obama+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; President Obama's speech in Egypt sounded positively messianic. Obviously designed to flatter his Muslim audience, he quoted liberally from the Qur'an, but also (with an eye to his religious audience at home perhaps) from the Talmud and the Bible. Nevertheless, let's not be too cynical because what he said sounded a completely new start in American - Muslim relations. I have read elsewhere that the President is perhaps naive in thinking that Islam is some homogeneous movement (rather like the Roman Catholic church). Islam is as divided as 'Christendom', with its fundamental faultline of Sunni and Shia (comparable to the Western and the Eastern church after the Great Schism of the 11th century).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Obama should be applauded for such a strong speech, delivered with a winsome blend of authority and humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great to think that he will succeed where other presidents and leaders have failed. Probably one speech won't do it alone, but at least it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that I thought the speech sounded messianic in tone. Well, this is what the true Messiah said, quoting from the prophet Isaiah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Spirit of the Sovreign Lord is on me,&lt;br /&gt;because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners&lt;br /&gt;and recovery of sight for the blind,&lt;br /&gt;to release the oppressed,&lt;br /&gt;to proclaim the year of the Lord's favour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope and pray that the president's words bring good news to Israelis and Palestinians who feel both threatened and oppressed by each other; to women in oppressive Muslim states; and to all those who are imprisoned by the hatred of those they don't trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5087971658782759138?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5087971658782759138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5087971658782759138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5087971658782759138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5087971658782759138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/barack-obama-new-messiah.html' title='Barack Obama - the new messiah?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sif-zdOzMzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ji1uZu2qyHs/s72-c/obama+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5304800996221908196</id><published>2009-06-02T12:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:22:47.107Z</updated><title type='text'>God is good - all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiUYz-PfAcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gdlRuoEzEeA/s1600-h/May+31+09+072_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342703814105301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiUYz-PfAcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gdlRuoEzEeA/s320/May+31+09+072_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we celebrated the Feast of Pentecost with our Christian brothers and sisters from all the churches in Coulsdon. About 300 people - young and old, male and female (Acts 2:17 &amp;amp; 18) - gathered at Coulsdon Memorial Ground at 12 noon. We were blessed with fine weather. The band from St John's led the music; children's activities were organised by St Andrew's, members of other churches did prayers and readings, Simon Stocks from St John's gave the address, and all the church leaders gave the final blessing together. Our aim was to celebrate God's goodness, and be a visible sign of unity. It was good to worship together and to enjoy one another's company with a picnic afterwards.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiUZJooXXGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TckJSwsUyAg/s1600-h/DSCI0022_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704186261199970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiUZJooXXGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TckJSwsUyAg/s320/DSCI0022_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good - all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the time - God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5304800996221908196?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5304800996221908196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5304800996221908196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5304800996221908196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5304800996221908196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God is good - all the time'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiUYz-PfAcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gdlRuoEzEeA/s72-c/May+31+09+072_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8009760412235330017</id><published>2009-06-01T21:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:48:55.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Clergy and Trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiRKSmAbxZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1ks6pLMscI/s1600-h/DSC_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342476741268718994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiRKSmAbxZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1ks6pLMscI/s320/DSC_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do so many clergy like trains - real and model?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiRJi4IMCpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tvdbXOnWsvA/s1600-h/DSC_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a model railway in our garage, and my father (not a clergyman) has a railway in his garden. I made a short film of it recently - combining my love of trains with with my favourite British light music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpVCu0yPfdE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpVCu0yPfdE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own theory is that railways are all about order and communication. For some clergy the stress of parish life, and the number of awkward people that one sometimes has to deal with, can be forgotten about in the ordered environment of a model railway. Here you are in complete control, with no-one to answer back or contradict. Yes, trains sometimes get derailed, but no-one gets hurt. Some model railway enthusiasts run their trains to a strict timetable - another layer of order and control. But running a railway can be a very social activity. In real life trains are passed from the control of one signalbox to another with great care. Nowadays this is all computerised, but it used to be by a series of bell codes and telephones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to a lovely BBC archive film that shows a rather eccentric elderly couple and a decidedly eccentric young curate expressing their love of trains - real and imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/archive/steamtrains/7308.shtml?all=2&amp;amp;id=7308"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/archive/steamtrains/7308.shtml?all=2&amp;amp;id=7308&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything theological or biblical in all of this? I'm not sure, but maybe building and running a model railway reflects something of the creativeness of God, and his fatherly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Railways are also about communication: taking people to their destination. They used to carry the news and the post. I haven't done a survey, but I think train-loving clergy tend to be found more in the evangelical wing of the church in which a high priority is put on taking the good news to new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure psychologists would have a lot to say about the fascination with railways, and I'd be interested to hear what they say. But for me, it's just something I've grown up with and embraced for myself - rather like my faith I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8009760412235330017?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8009760412235330017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8009760412235330017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8009760412235330017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8009760412235330017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/06/clergy-and-trains.html' title='Clergy and Trains'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiRKSmAbxZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1ks6pLMscI/s72-c/DSC_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6845273784183817319</id><published>2009-05-30T10:33:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:07:10.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Watch</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Spring in our garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZsKbH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kVuC7qfGrtQ/s1600-h/DSC_1275_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569766087401330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZsKbH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kVuC7qfGrtQ/s320/DSC_1275_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I saw our mother fox suckling her four cubs last Sunday morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZUvqBJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/X57WIOKXq1o/s1600-h/DSC_1322_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569759801115794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZUvqBJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/X57WIOKXq1o/s320/DSC_1322_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;two squirrels mating on our drive - have they no shame! - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZAC8xBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YJY2AcIIqGs/s1600-h/DSC_1389_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569754244891666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZAC8xBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YJY2AcIIqGs/s320/DSC_1389_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and honey bees collecting nectar from our poppies. ( I don't know if they are opium poppies; if so, perhaps that's why they are so popular with the bees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiEP580r8tI/AAAAAAAAAGM/28Nw-BQKckA/s1600-h/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341568121292190418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiEP580r8tI/AAAAAAAAAGM/28Nw-BQKckA/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yesterday we saw a baby goldfinch going for its first solo walk - hopefully not into the jaws of one of our neighbourhood cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved spake, and said unto me,&lt;br /&gt;'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lo, the winter is past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain is over and gone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flowers appear on the earth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time of the singing of birds is come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fig tree putteth forth her green figs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Song of Solomon, Chapter 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6845273784183817319?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6845273784183817319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6845273784183817319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6845273784183817319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6845273784183817319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-watch.html' title='Spring Watch'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SiERZsKbH3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kVuC7qfGrtQ/s72-c/DSC_1275_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8626608092087819720</id><published>2009-05-21T20:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:41:31.700Z</updated><title type='text'>So simple</title><content type='html'>'Whoever has the Son has life. Whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life.' So wrote the apostle John in his first letter. What could be simpler? And what could be more inviting than the promise of life in all its fulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be preaching on this on Sunday, although it hardly needs a sermon to explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8626608092087819720?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8626608092087819720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8626608092087819720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8626608092087819720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8626608092087819720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-simple.html' title='So simple'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2230999593341814926</id><published>2009-05-18T11:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:43:55.721Z</updated><title type='text'>MPs - our true representatives?</title><content type='html'>One of our Readers was reflecting yesterday in church about the MPs' expenses scandal. He wondered if they are not actually true representatives of the electorate in the sense that given the opportunity, most people would probably exaggerate their expense claims if they thought they could get away with it. This is no excuse, but when we talk about standards we have to make sure that if we criticize others we are not being hypocritical. Would I claim more on my expenses if they were paid from public coffers rather than the cash-strapped church? I might be tempted to. (In case you are interested, I have claimed for carpets to be cleaned in the part of my house where I host church meetings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps we get the representatives we deserve - men and women who are no better and no worse than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I'm sure many of the people of Zimbabwe would wish for a government such as ours, even with all its shortcomings. The lavish opulence that Robert Mugabe lives in compared with the majority of the population makes our MPs' claims seem trivial, and the fear which his government spreads around supporters of the opposition makes our political shortcomings seem small. I guess that if people were brave enough to question the expenses of government ministers in Zimbabwe they might get severely punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that we live in a country where government is still relatively open and honest, and that we have the freedom to call politicians to account in the media and through the ballot box. I really hope that the main political parties haven't damaged their reputations so much that some of the the minority extremist parties gain at their expense in the European elections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2230999593341814926?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2230999593341814926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2230999593341814926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2230999593341814926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2230999593341814926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/mps-our-true-representatives.html' title='MPs - our true representatives?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6281110698125313181</id><published>2009-05-15T15:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:33:13.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Music Marathon</title><content type='html'>I know music shouldn't really be used just to raise money, but that's what we're doing tonight at church as we start our 24 hour sponsored music marathon to raise funds for the redecoration of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got people signed up till at least 4 am tomorrow morning, and then starting again at 6 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicy and I are doing the slot from midnight to 2 am as our daughter has her after-prom party and we'll be awake anyway. I'll probably fill in the gaps tomorrow and play all my favourite music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get a bit grumpy if I'm deprived of sleep, but it's all in a good cause!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6281110698125313181?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6281110698125313181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6281110698125313181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6281110698125313181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6281110698125313181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-marathon.html' title='Music Marathon'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-597103630707203426</id><published>2009-05-14T09:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:12:43.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Is God incomplete?</title><content type='html'>Is it heresy to say that God is incomplete? Reading from the first letter of John again on Sunday we were reminded that 'if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.'  Can it be possible that God needs us in order to be fully complete? That he &lt;u&gt;needs&lt;/u&gt; us to love another in order for his love to be complete? What sort of God is it that needs people in this way? Some might say, "He can't be much of a god if he is so needy." But John seems to be saying that he is SO loving he is even prepared to risk his own omnipotence in order to show and share his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that a powerful person cannot do is to make you love them. No matter how powerful - even if they have the power of life and death. The opposite of love is not hate, but fear. Love encourages growth and more love, but power - with the possibility of punishment - will only lead to fear. Fear makes people wither and turn in on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the paradox: God, the all-powerful, the almighty, the all-loving needs people to take the love that is at his heart and express in 'actions and truth', as John says, in order to make it complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-597103630707203426?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/597103630707203426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=597103630707203426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/597103630707203426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/597103630707203426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-god-incomplete.html' title='Is God incomplete?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-9007626336384673057</id><published>2009-05-09T16:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:56:40.361Z</updated><title type='text'>The garden in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgW0Y2fDxOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8CMb-BVj_Q/s1600-h/DSC_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867672725865698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgW0Y2fDxOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8CMb-BVj_Q/s320/DSC_1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my garden again, as it looked last week. This is such a colourful time of year for shrubs and trees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgW0YoMLvNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mdfq_aPvyVs/s1600-h/DSC_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867668888599762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgW0YoMLvNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mdfq_aPvyVs/s320/DSC_1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun was shining through the contrasting colours of these two trees - oak and cherry - and gave a sort of stained glass window effect. God is such a great artist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-9007626336384673057?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/9007626336384673057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=9007626336384673057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/9007626336384673057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/9007626336384673057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-in-may.html' title='The garden in May'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgW0Y2fDxOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8CMb-BVj_Q/s72-c/DSC_1147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-4114572702614352672</id><published>2009-05-08T12:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:10:21.139Z</updated><title type='text'>New Wine in Harrogate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgQuZIWNk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7lBdqGLZqs/s1600-h/step_up_a4_ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438867985765234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgQuZIWNk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7lBdqGLZqs/s320/step_up_a4_ad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent two-and-a-half days in Harrogate this week at a conference for church leaders run by New Wine. My goodness, it was stimulating, encouraging, challenging, releasing and motivating. The underlying and overarching message was simple: 'get out and get going'. In other words, get on with talking to people about Jesus, get on with mission. We heard from a speaker - Carl Medearis - who has worked for many years in the middle east with Muslims about he speaks about Jesus with them. A good Muslim loves Jesus and tries to follow his teaching as much as a good Christian does. This was quite challenging for those who have a negative view of Muslims and see them as 'the enemy'. So why haven't we twigged this earlier and just talk with Muslims about Jesus, rather than Christianity or religion? I suppose our view of Islam as a religion is as negative as many people's view of Christianity. But when you talk about Jesus, that's different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We heard from Archbishop Henry Orombi about being equipped for mission. The Archbishop is a godly leader who has come up the hard way. He is a man of integrity and wisdom and of stature - literally as he is well over 6 feet tall. Listening to him speak speaking unequivocally about Jesus and about leadership left me with a great respect and admiration for this man of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was personally challenged to spend less time in front of my computer - so perhaps less blogging - and more time with people talking about Jesus. Those of us, like me, who are more introverted find this hard work, but there is a place for disciplining yourself to do, just as extroverts have to discipline themselves to spend time alone quietly with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great thing about this New Wine conference was that it was not just about ministered to for its own sake, but about being equipped, motivated and set free for mission. The success will be seen in the fruit, but for myself - and the colleagues I travelled with - I'm going to actively look for ways to talk to people about the greatest good news that there is. Maybe even this blog might start some conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-4114572702614352672?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/4114572702614352672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=4114572702614352672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4114572702614352672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/4114572702614352672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-wine-in-harrogate.html' title='New Wine in Harrogate'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SgQuZIWNk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7lBdqGLZqs/s72-c/step_up_a4_ad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2772697729548129207</id><published>2009-05-04T15:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:20:12.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogging and the truth</title><content type='html'>Giles Frazer, in &lt;em&gt;The Church Times&lt;/em&gt;, refers to Ruth Gledhill's blog in &lt;em&gt;The Times&lt;/em&gt; in which she criticizes Christians who are so nasty to each other on the internet in their own blogs. It's a fair point as it is very easy to post comments that are far more negative and vitriolic than you would use to someone's face. The same is true of e-mails. More than once I have fired off an e-mail in anger and then regretted it. The government has nearly come unstuck through the careless use of e-mails and blogs in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that it's possible to post almost anything on the internet without contradiction or comment. I know from this blog that more people read it than comment on it, though a few who know me have made verbal comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to post at ease on the internet has made Wikipedia probably the most popular place to go to find out anything about anything or anyone, but I always wonder: Who validates it? I know it's supposed to be self-validating, but I will only really trust a source of knowledge if I know it has come from someone with a proven reputation. I suppose this is one of the big differences between 'modern' and post-modern' thinking. The 'modern' scientific approach to life is concerned with objective truth - truth that is the same everywhere and all the time. For the post-modern person 'truth' is subjective: it may be true for you, but it doesn't have to be true for me; it may &lt;u&gt;work&lt;/u&gt; for you, but it doesn't &lt;u&gt;work&lt;/u&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the church, in its attempt to connect with contemporary culture, has accepted too much post-modern thinking and hasn't challenged it enough. I'm sure truth has to be universal, or it simply isn't the truth. But how is objective universal truth presented in a way that attracts rather than repels? Jesus was described as being 'full of &lt;u&gt;grace&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;truth'&lt;/u&gt;, and it seems to me that this is the perfect winsome combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us is perfect; I'm sure we would all want to be better people. Grace without truth leaves you with no reason to change; truth without grace does not help you to change - it's like the law in that it simply shows you where you are wrong. But grace and truth together hold out both reason and help to change. Thank God that in Jesus grace and truth go together and that he is the one who gives us a reason and the help to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2772697729548129207?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2772697729548129207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2772697729548129207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2772697729548129207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2772697729548129207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-and-truth.html' title='Blogging and the truth'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5698507345732674181</id><published>2009-04-28T09:33:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:45:23.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>Unlike the Bishop of Croydon, I'm not often given to quoting popular songs, but here is one - 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol - that I've been asked to play at a funeral of a young man tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all Everything On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need Anything Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know How to say How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words Are said too much They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace To remind me To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfZUxPF7AMI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfZUxPF7AMI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of songs like this I'm never quite sure if it's just pretentious twaddle, or something more profound that expresses a deep inner longing for something better. Let's assume it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the singer feels the same way as The Teacher, the name given to the writer of Ecclesiastes 2500 years ago. He's not sure about what life is all about, but tries to find meaning in something. In this case it's in intimacy - but it's an intimacy that tries to blot out everything around it; an escape from the world rather than an entering into the world. The funeral I am taking tomorrow is of a young man who committed suicide, and perhaps this is what he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't quite know...how to say... how I feel,' is a cry for help. It makes me think of Munch's painting 'The Scream': a wordless cry expressing something very deep but intangible. Is he afraid of life, or of living I wonder? But at the same time the singer wants life in all its fulness: 'Show me a garden that's bursting into life.' What a positive image of hope and new life. This is what Jesus offered: &lt;strong&gt;"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."&lt;/strong&gt; This is the life of the bursting garden for anyone who finds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's waste time...chasing cars...around our heads.' The Teacher says there is a time for everything, even a time for wasting time - that's how I interpret his words 'A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need your grace to remind me to find my own.' I don't know what the singer is trying to find, but it's true that we all need grace - God's loving grace that helps us not only to find him, but to find ourselves and be content with who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I don't know where...confused about how as well...just know that these things will never change for us at all.' That's what the writer of Ecclesiastes thought - nothing changes; it's all meaningless. But Jesus challenges that in the ultimate expression of change - from death to life. I read this morning about the possibility of God's power at work in our lives:&lt;strong&gt; 'That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead...'&lt;/strong&gt; If that is true, then I want to know more of that power at work in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5698507345732674181?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5698507345732674181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5698507345732674181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5698507345732674181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5698507345732674181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7435798175477686017</id><published>2009-04-26T18:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:25:41.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Croydon Youth</title><content type='html'>What does the phrase 'Croydon Youth' conjure up in most people's minds? Gangs causing trouble, maybe? This afternoon I heard the Croydon Youth Orchestra give a spirited and disciplined performance of Dvorak's 'New World' Symphony under their guest conductor Peter Stark. Professor Stark, of the Royal College of Music, featured in last year's TV series 'Maestro' and obviously has the gift of motivating young players to give their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this weekend the CYO has rehearsed for 3 hours on Friday night, 6 hours on Saturday and 4 hours today - a total of 13 hours concentrated rehearsal. It certainly paid off, as the creative heat generated by such intensive rehearsal resulted in a totally committed performance of this popular work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity School lent their newly refurbished hall for the performance, with its wonderful accoustics - surely it will be one of the best performing venues in the area when the work is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croydon has talent! and this afternoon it was shown in the brilliant Youth Orchestra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7435798175477686017?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7435798175477686017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7435798175477686017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7435798175477686017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7435798175477686017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/croydon-youth.html' title='Croydon Youth'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5841151969293105580</id><published>2009-04-23T16:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:46:52.822Z</updated><title type='text'>St George's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SfCaxE2UrTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VUn8f9iqDas/s1600-h/st_george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327928527085153586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SfCaxE2UrTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VUn8f9iqDas/s320/st_george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How ironic that the patron saint of England was born, as far as we know, in Turkey and fought in the Roman army. However, it is not George's nationality that we celebrate but his courage and faith. Perhaps that's what we need most of all as we face the worst economic recession since the Second World War.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also ironic that one of the very characteristics of Englishness that is so admired around the world - that of self-deprecation - prevents us from celebrating our national day. I'm glad to be English and to live in England. I appreciate our 'green and pleasant land'; when I have been in Africa I begin to pine for cloudy wet days. I appreciate our long history of democracy going back to Magna Carta. When I was in Kenya some years ago I was asked by a group of church elders why Kenya was so poor and we were so rich. I replied that I thought having 800 years of parliamentary accountablity had something to do with building a system that is reasonably honest and that works. I enjoy our sense of humour: wit and irony seem very English. The Germans laugh at other people (&lt;em&gt;schadenfreude)&lt;/em&gt; but we laugh at ourselves. I admire the quiet courage that saw this country through the Second World War. I love English films like 'Brief Encounter' and 'The Dambusters'. Why do we need such public outbursts of grief and emotion, for example at the death of Princess Diana, when there is an English way to do it. I watched The Dambusters again last week and marvelled at the English way that Guy Gibson deals with the death of his faithful black dog N****r (I don't know if I can even print his full name these days!). Gibson doesn't cry, he just looks for a moment into the distance and then puts the dog's lead in the wastebin. Does his lip tremble? Maybe an implied tremble is all that we get. That is Englishness - just look into the distance, then get on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think another characteristic of true Englishness is to accept people as they are. I don't think we are a racist nation at heart, though some people confuse patriotism with nationalism. When you look at other European countries you see how much more integrated our society is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes an outsider to really appreciate Englishness, and Bill Bryson does this suprememly in his book 'Notes from a Small Island.' He realised that he had started to take on the characteristics of the English when he began to look forward to 'a nice cup of tea'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should we celebrate St George's Day? I haven't got a flag to fly even if I wanted to. I think it's more English just to say, "Yes, I'm glad I'm English. Now let's have a cup of tea."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5841151969293105580?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5841151969293105580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5841151969293105580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5841151969293105580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5841151969293105580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-georges-day.html' title='St George&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SfCaxE2UrTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VUn8f9iqDas/s72-c/st_george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-3681843742714259414</id><published>2009-04-23T06:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:04:00.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Something English to celebrate</title><content type='html'>Last week I was full of the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra of Venezuela, and so were all the arts pages of the media. But on this St George's Day here is something English to celebrate - the London Schools Symphony Orchestra that played at the Barbican Centre last night. (Our daughter was playing 2nd oboe - so I have a particular interest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LSSO is still one of the best kept secrets in English musical life. Easily as good as the National Youth Orchestra it gets very little publicity, even in London. With only 2 weeks rehearsal - most of that during the school holidays - the LSSO competes with the best orchestras. Last night they were directed by the Hungarian conductor and pianist Tamas Vasary who directed them from the keyboard in Chopin's Second Piano Concerto. He paid the orchestra the compliment of being one of the best he had played with in this concerto. Admittedly, the orchestra only acts as a 'backing track' for much of the concerto, but they followed impeccably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other two works the orchestra was able to shine: Dvorak's Scherzo Capriccioso and Brahms' Symphony No. 2 (one of my favourites). Both are difficult works which would tax a professional orchestra, but the LSSO played with commitment and maturity. I was struck, as I have been when hearing them before, on the sense of ensemble: each player seemed to be aware of what the others were doing, balancing their sound as necessary. Unlike many young amateur orchestras they watched the conductor and avoided rushing in the fast passages, keeping their cool when the music was fiery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were a few rough corners, but this didn't spoil the enjoyment of live music-making which these 90 or so young people were so obviously committed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An English characterestic is not to blow your own trumpet, but on St George's Day I want to blow the trumpet for the London Schools Symphony Orchestra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-3681843742714259414?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/3681843742714259414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=3681843742714259414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3681843742714259414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/3681843742714259414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-english-to-celebrate.html' title='Something English to celebrate'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6751556302756420215</id><published>2009-04-20T11:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:44:43.820Z</updated><title type='text'>A horrible thing</title><content type='html'>I witnessed a horrible incident yesterday right outside our house. A car stopped suddenly across our drive and I heard shouting. I thought at first someone had crashed into the car, but actually there was just one car in which a man was shouting at a woman - I presume his wife. Not just shouting, but swearing and then forcing her to get out of the car. By this stage I couldn't be an onlooker any longer - I had to see if I could help, even though I was fully prepared for the man to take a swipe at me for interfering. A passer-by was telling him to calm down or he would report him to the police, and I made sure we had the car's number. Goodness knows what had sparked this off; it was like a scene from Eastenders, but much more horrifying because it was for real and the man seemed completely out of control. I asked the woman if she was OK and she said it was just a bit of 'domestic'. Fortunately her sister lived round the corner, because the man suddenly drove off without her leaving her shaken and, no doubt, embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident left me shaken too, and also our daughter who had witnessed it, but I was also profoundly sad not just for the woman, but for both of them that they should find themselves in this situation. There was nothing I could do to help except just be there and stand with the woman while her husband drove off. The whole thing happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that there was an animal quality about it, and I think it's that which was so horrifying - that within our humanity there still lurks this sort of primeval rage. And to see this within what is supposed to be a loving relationship was all the more upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady had gone I found myself praying for her. I had no idea what the circumstances were, whether either of them was to blame, or where they had come from, but it's in these situations when we are compelled to pray that Paul's words to the Romans are so helpful: 'We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.' I trust that the Spirit groaned on behalf of these two people and that somehow in the mystery of God they will find the peace and reconciliation that they need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6751556302756420215?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6751556302756420215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6751556302756420215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6751556302756420215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6751556302756420215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/horrible-thing.html' title='A horrible thing'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1548456368143450154</id><published>2009-04-17T16:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:21:41.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Inclusion and Welcome - What Rowan WIlliams said</title><content type='html'>I referred yesterday to Rowan Williams' comments about inclusion and welcome without being able to give the source - the unforgiveable sin! So here it is, though to go right back you must follow a link to the Nederlands Dagblad, and the page on that website doesn't seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/content/barrow/article_06099rowan.shtml"&gt;http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/content/barrow/article_06099rowan.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link is to a comment on the Archbishop's interview by Simon Barrow. As one would expect, the Archbishop's comments are nuanced and carefully thought out, and Simon Barrow adds his own 'take'. At the heart is the issue of how people need to change when they encounter Christ. I think the Archbishop is saying that 'inclusion' implies that no change is necessary for people who are newly included, whereas 'welcome' implies that there is a community with certain values that the newcomer is welcome to embrace - and this may mean change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I encounter what Rowan Williams has to say, it makes my brain feel like the size of a pea. It's very easy to hijack what he says and turn it into soundbites to support one view or another. Anyway, if you have time read this article and if you can access the Dutch website all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got back from the hearing the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra again, so my mind is still full of Tchaikovsky and Bernstein. I'm glad to report that classical music is not dead, and that this week 58,000 people will have been through the Royal Festival hall hearing the orchestra (I had that from the head of education at the South Bank Centre, that I sat next to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1548456368143450154?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1548456368143450154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1548456368143450154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1548456368143450154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1548456368143450154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/inclusion-and-welcome-what-rowan.html' title='Inclusion and Welcome - What Rowan WIlliams said'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-5433638859462721617</id><published>2009-04-16T16:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:38:46.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Inclusion or Welcome?</title><content type='html'>Inclusion is not an essentially gospel characteristic, but welcome is. Recently I came across a quote by Rowan Williams - and I can't now remember where - in which he said more or less the same thing. It set me thinking about the so-called 'Inclusive Church' and the debate - actually more like a divide over which which people shout - between those Christians who prefer to draw distinct boundaries in areas of sexuality and those who are uncomfortable to do so. I have heard it said that it is not (politically) correct to welcome people, say, to worship because by welcoming them you are immediately putting a barrier between those who are IN and those who are OUT - that is those who are IN are welcoming those who are OUT. Rather, everyone should feel included on an equal basis. The same is said in some political circles about the promotion of classical music in local music centres (but that is another hobby horse which I must let pass me by for the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that Jesus was one to welcome people, to draw people to himself, but he didn't always include them. He was demonstrating that God was creating a new people in a new kingdom and that people were welcome and called to join, but if they chose not to then they would not be forcefully included. The rich young man who came to Jesus went away sad because Jesus had not included him. He just could not get rid of what was most dear to him - his wealth. Other people came to Jesus expressing a desire to follow him, but Jesus seems not to have included them - in fact he made it more difficult for them. For those who would put comfort and family before before following Jesus, he let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that Jesus welcomed so many who were otherwise seen as outcast and despised: tax collectors who collaborated with the Roman enemy, women with a dodgy moral past, those with diseases that made them ritually unclean amongst good religious people. These he welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This presents me with a constant challenge to know the difference between welcome and inclusion, and the difference between legitimate boundaries and hostile barriers. Also, to recognize the difference between my personal prejudice and gospel truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the answer I think it has to be slightly fuzzy. Could Jesus have made a mistake in welcoming the wrong person among the Twelve - Judas Iscariot? With hindsight we can say it had to be so in order for him to be betrayed, but I wonder if that is what Jesus really thought when he called Judas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if God, through his Son Jesus,  had not welcomed me into his kingdom I would not be included, and I am constantly grateful for that welcome. I hope that I, together with the whole church,  can extend the same welcome to the 95%, or more, of the population for whom there is an invitation but who have not yet responded to God's gracious call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-5433638859462721617?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/5433638859462721617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=5433638859462721617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5433638859462721617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/5433638859462721617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/inclusion-or-welcome.html' title='Inclusion or Welcome?'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2294571343915387578</id><published>2009-04-16T07:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:26:07.008Z</updated><title type='text'>The Simon Bolivar Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeblUQY_JBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D0QDEGpwe7M/s1600-h/simon+bolivar+orchestra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325195745572103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeblUQY_JBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D0QDEGpwe7M/s320/simon+bolivar+orchestra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Venezuela the government pays for every child to have free music tuition and an instrument. After 34 years in operation 'El Sistema', as the system is simply called, has resulted in a quarter of a million children - many from the poorest backgrounds - to be connected with classical music. The best players make up the Simon Bolivar Orchestra who are in residence at the South Bank Centre this week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard them at the Proms last year and, along with many others, was bowled over by their enthusiasm for the music, their energy, their sense of fun and joy, and their dedication. It's not enough to simply hear them - you have to see them, swaying in time to the music and twirling their instruments in the South American numbers. But it's their dedication to music that really makes the difference. One of the players last night said that he was up at 5 am practising - and that is fairly typical. I guess that for may of these young people music has literally rescued them from a life of hopeless poverty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's talk of the UK introducing the system here, but I somehow doubt if the government has the guts to introduce something so culturally challenging. To get children away from their computer games, Wii, Play Station etc, and practice for an hour before school, and again when they come back...It's the only way to succeed, and perhaps this young Venezuelan orchestra might inspire them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ken Livingstone was derided for his fawning attempt to be buddies with the Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez, and his deal to get cheap Venezuelan oil for London Transport. I hope, though, the UK might benefit from looking at 'El Sistema' and consider introducing it here. There is no doubt that children and young people can benefit socially, intellectually, culturally and even physically...and perhaps spiritually... by connecting with and performing good classical music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2294571343915387578?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2294571343915387578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2294571343915387578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2294571343915387578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2294571343915387578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/simon-bolivar-orchestra.html' title='The Simon Bolivar Orchestra'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeblUQY_JBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D0QDEGpwe7M/s72-c/simon+bolivar+orchestra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2138968407826451784</id><published>2009-04-14T08:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:27:38.557Z</updated><title type='text'>The resurrection and the Bishop of Durham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeRH5svU2vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IwYWxXKpDM0/s1600-h/bishop-of-durham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324459716046543602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeRH5svU2vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IwYWxXKpDM0/s320/bishop-of-durham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Here is a link to a brilliant article by Tom Wright, the Bishop of Durham. It's been blogged by several clergy and is well worth reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article6073347.ece"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article6073347.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2138968407826451784?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2138968407826451784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2138968407826451784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2138968407826451784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2138968407826451784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-and-bishop-of-durham.html' title='The resurrection and the Bishop of Durham'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeRH5svU2vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IwYWxXKpDM0/s72-c/bishop-of-durham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-8624180674579620296</id><published>2009-04-13T08:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:17:27.618Z</updated><title type='text'>Listening and telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeMC_4dzkEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a-fwMzF4lQk/s1600-h/07early+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102480994472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeMC_4dzkEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a-fwMzF4lQk/s320/07early+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a full day yesterday, starting at 6 am with an Easter 'sunrise' service on Farthing Down. No sun, but plenty of mist, and sleeping cattle on the downs. The birds were awake and were naturally more tuneful than our early morning groanings. As it was the only service I didn't have to organise myself I was able to enjoy just being a worshipper of our risen Lord along with a few dozen other Christians from the churches in Coulsdon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed by two encouraging sermons during the day: one from our curate, Simon, and the other from our bishop, Nick. Simon preached from Mark 16 on the words about Jesus: 'He is going ahead of you...' We were reminded that Jesus goes ahead of us into every place and situation - at home, at work, at school. A simple message, but one that makes the Easter hope of the risen Jesus real and transforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeMCFUGTRRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NS2_ODq3woA/s1600-h/stjohng28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101474799797522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeMCFUGTRRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NS2_ODq3woA/s200/stjohng28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Nick preached at our evening festival service to mark the fiftieth anniversary of the extension of the church. The first reading, from Johsua 4, was about the Israelites putting up stones to remind generations to come of how they crossed the Jordan. When their children asked 'What do these stones mean?' they were to tell them the story of their deliverance. The same could be said today of church buildings. We often say that the church is not the building but the people, but buildings say a lot - like those stones in Israel - and they can raise the same questions: 'What do these stones mean?' We can then tell people the story of why the church is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to Bishop Nick's sermon based on Luke 24 - the road to Emmaus story. Something Nick pointed out really struck me: how Jesus walked along the road and asked what the disciples were talking about. Then he went on to tell them the whole story of salvation, in a way that helped them completely reinterpret what they had experienced. I was left with the thought that if Jesus spent time asking what they were talking about, then the church needs to do the same - listening and asking what concerns people, then telling the story of God's good news in a way that transforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes go to Neighbourhood Partnership meetings set up by the Council. They are generally bad tempered affairs involving a few noisy residents arguing with the Council representatives. What these meetings seem to show is that people feel they are not being listened to, so they have to shout. If this keeps happening then they get cynical about local democracy and the possibility of ordinary people making a difference to the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the church listen to what people are talking about? I suppose just by each church member using their eyes and ears - it's as simple as that. We are not called to provide another layer of local democracy - we have a much bigger story to tell - but we must listen before we can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-8624180674579620296?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/8624180674579620296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=8624180674579620296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8624180674579620296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/8624180674579620296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/listening-and-telling.html' title='Listening and telling'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SeMC_4dzkEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a-fwMzF4lQk/s72-c/07early+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-482540226790361711</id><published>2009-04-10T17:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:26:13.459Z</updated><title type='text'>It is finished!</title><content type='html'>How are you supposed to feel on Good Friday? I've often wondered as I've sat through an hour, or sometimes three hours, in church reflecting on the Passion. Am I meant to feel penitent, or in agony, or sorrowful? Sometimes what passes for godly sorrow is no more than a sentimental 'Oh, poor Jesus. How unkind of people to kill you.' Actually, I've never been able to FEEL a share in the agonising suffering of Jesus - maybe because I haven't suffered enough. But there you are - you can't invent feelings you don't have. In the end, if I feel anything, it's just a great sense of gratefulness for what Jesus did in his life and his death. Thankfulness also for his resurrection and the knowledge that what he did 2000 years ago is still effective today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that like many clergy, I'm a bit like a chef - perhaps more like a mum that's always feeding her hungry family. When I've been 'preparing' and 'cooking' sermons and services I'm not always in the best place to appreciate the message that I'm trying to convey. But later, in some quiet moment, I know I'll enjoy what I've prepared.  Today, with my two clergy colleagues, I spoke about the transforming love of God on the cross. I was blessed by what they said, but it was only in the greenhouse later while I was planting out my tomato seedlings that I had the peace and quiet to really reflect and be thankful to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-482540226790361711?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/482540226790361711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=482540226790361711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/482540226790361711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/482540226790361711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished!'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-2249407997194292587</id><published>2009-04-07T20:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:46:16.506Z</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Holy Week</title><content type='html'>The irony of Holy Week, for me, is that while I am encouraging our congregations to observe times of reflection on the great saving events of Jesus' Passion, I am sitting here till late at night like a battery hen producing orders of service, sermons, and sending e-mails to my ministry colleagues about who is doing what over Easter. Every year in the run-up to Easter and Christmas I say to myself, "I must be better organised next year." I wonder if other clergy are the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there is the odd bit of treasure as I prepare the next talk. For example, I was reflecting on the often quoted saying, by an unknown preacher, 'It was not the nails that held Jesus to the cross, but love.' My immediate thought: Yes, Jesus' love for us - for me. But there is another love, which comes out very clearly in John's gospel: the love between Father and the Son. This is such a strong love that Jesus, the Son, willingly submits to his Father's will to go to the cross and stays there until he can say, "It is finished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible for us to imagine this in terms of the human love of a father and son, but what is characteristic of this godly love - true love - is that it is always giving. The Father gives his Son to the world; the Son gives his life for us; the Father and Son together give the Holy Spirit; the Spirit gives to us what belongs to the Father and the Son. It's this kind of love that compels me to respond to God's grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-2249407997194292587?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/2249407997194292587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=2249407997194292587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2249407997194292587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/2249407997194292587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/04/irony-of-holy-week.html' title='The Irony of Holy Week'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-6304378649358485879</id><published>2009-03-31T14:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:53:58.199Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring's in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwpKLpQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cAQP5baRpxk/s1600-h/DSC_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319361125048624386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwpKLpQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cAQP5baRpxk/s200/DSC_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIpOiU06pI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3gBykb_lRbo/s1600-h/DSC_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319359439587043986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIpOiU06pI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3gBykb_lRbo/s200/DSC_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwLr6_-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Niadr0Z4LhA/s1600-h/DSC_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319361117137076194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwLr6_-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Niadr0Z4LhA/s200/DSC_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwIX2OiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NDeyAdrOY14/s1600-h/DSC_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319361116247570978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwIX2OiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NDeyAdrOY14/s200/DSC_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would post a few photos of our garden as a reminder of the power of Spring - amazing that just a few weeks ago this was under a foot of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather ironic, for garden-lovers such as me, to find that in the bible the story of God begins in a garden, but ends in a city. The love of the garden is probably related to the desire to return to Eden - the first days of creation before sin spoilt the world. For gardeners, there is an opportunity to create a little bit of Eden for themselves. So how do we respond to John's vision, in Revelation, of the holy city coming down from heaven, 'as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband'? Of course it's pictorial language and isn't to be like any city we know - at least I hope it's not like the 1970's Barbican development in London! But what is interesting is that there is a tree - 'the tree of life'. This must be the same tree that was planted in Eden - the one that Adam and Eve didn't get their hands on. An ancient tree that was in the beginning and has lasted to the end. The garden, as the dwelling place for God and man, has been replaced by a city, but the tree of life is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that for me the attraction of the garden is as a refuge from the modern city, because though today's city is vibrant and bustling, it can also be cruel, unfriendly, ugly and life-draining. But the city of Revelation is one where God and people will dwell together in peace. It's beyond the imagination of city planners, but I'm glad it's in the imagination of God. I look forward to finding it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-6304378649358485879?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/6304378649358485879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=6304378649358485879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6304378649358485879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/6304378649358485879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/03/springs-in-air.html' title='Spring&apos;s in the air'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/SdIqwpKLpQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cAQP5baRpxk/s72-c/DSC_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-7500592469413762580</id><published>2009-03-29T12:07:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:34:56.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Young people, culture and excellence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sc-GxwCI01I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDrHjicVWMc/s1600-h/cym+website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318617874213426002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sc-GxwCI01I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDrHjicVWMc/s200/cym+website.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Young people', 'culture' and 'excellence' aren't often mentioned in the same breath by the media today, but last night they were all to be found at a concert given by The London Centre for Young Musicians, that our daughter attends on Saturdays. The CYM draws its students from all across the London boroughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CYM gives its students an excellent musical education in all sorts of music - classical, jazz, and world music. Many CYM students graduate to the London music colleges, or go one to study music at university. Many play in the London or national youth orchestras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night's concert was typical of the broad curriculum the students study: everything from Monteverdi's 'Beatus Vir' to South African jazz. A recorder ensemble not only played but acted a new piece that brought together the medieval composers Machaut and Dufay in a modern bus station - yes, it did work; the orchestra played Gershwin's 'Rhapsody in Blue' with a CYM student as the soloist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so good about the CYM and worth trumpeting is the fact that it is introducing young people to the western cultural heritage - their heritage - and does so at a level of excellence that makes them work hard. It was inspiring to hear the choir give a polished, confident and stylish performance of Monteverdi's 16th century masterpiece. This is worth preserving and fighting for. Sadly, though, some of the London boroughs take the mean-minded and quite silly approach that they can individually do this better, and refuse to fund their students at CYM. Then they turn round and accuse CYM and similar organisations of being elitist - catering only for children whose parents can afford the full fees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passionately believe that introducing children to our heritage of western classical music is something worth doing - even if, ethnically, they don't come from that background. Music that is good doesn't have to be justified - and all children should have the opportunity to engage with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I was ordained I taught music in a boys' grammar school, and what motivated me was the desire to share with others something that I thought was good of itself. My whole teaching career was made worthwhile when one spotty fourteen year old boy said of a Beethoven piano sonata that I had played: "It's not bad, is it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose sharing something that is good is what has motivated me to become a minister in the church. Jesus came with good news, which he offered to all who would follow him. He welcomed all who would take the challenge, but he didn't include those who wouldn't - in fact he made it quite hard for them and let them go away. The gospel is good news for all; it opens up a way of excellence that has its challenges; it redeems people from mindless oblivion; it changes people who think they may be worthless. Helping people to understand good music and helping them to understand the gospel are very similar - for me at least. That's why I want as many people as possible to experience both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-7500592469413762580?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/7500592469413762580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=7500592469413762580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7500592469413762580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/7500592469413762580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-people-culture-and-excellence.html' title='Young people, culture and excellence'/><author><name>Paul C. Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12025117504838309917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_g3WbVEqS3g/TxWrIXVVJ2I/AAAAAAAAASM/xP5oCIQGFK4/s220/St.%2BJohn%2527s%2BChurch%2B8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sc-GxwCI01I/AAAAAAAAAEU/HDrHjicVWMc/s72-c/cym+website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989057016435473288.post-1947612071141336426</id><published>2009-03-27T17:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:07:16.148Z</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Christ</title><content type='html'>I came across this painting by Rembrandt - some say attributed to him - two years ago while on a retreat. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sc0RMWTS2jI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RF62m8_X8zg/s1600-h/head+of+christ+rembrandt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317925638837033522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UVsDj91E1c/Sc0RMWTS2jI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RF62m8_X8zg/s200/head+of+christ+rembrandt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What attracts me to the image is the humanity of Christ. Somehow the artist captures both a sense of youthfulness - he has a young man's hair - and great age - his eyes seem to be looking back to the begining of time. The artist combines a stronged-featured face with a sense of vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this comes as close as possible to how I imagine Jesus would have looked. His brown cloak and the brown background show someone who would not stand out in a crowd, yet his face is immediately attractive showing a sense of repose, but not inscrutable. This is a Jesus you could touch and talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can put the Jesus of this image into the first chapter of John's gospel, where he invites the first two disciples to spend the day with him. At the end of that day they say, "We have found the Messiah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't surround myself with religious art, but in this picture I could say with those two disciples, "Here is the Messiah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1947612071141336426?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1947612071141336426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1947612071141336426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1947612071141336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1947612071141336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-christ.html' title='A Picture of Christ'/><author><name>Paul C. 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As chair of governors of a one-form entry school I struggle sometimes to keep up with the latest government initiatives and the strings of abbreviations and acronyms - it took me some months to discover that the mysterious Elsie Vapp that our headteacher would refer to at meetings was actually Local Authority Co-ordinated Voluntary Aided Programme (LCVAP). It's one of the myriad paths that schools have to negotiate to get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that schools today are being asked, from central government down, to provide the cure for all social evils. Last year it was Gender Equality Duty', this year it's simply 'Equality', and now 'Community cohesion' is the latest duty that schools have to take on. Each school will have to show evidence that it is promoting 'community cohesion', as the government seems to believe that this is one way to stamp out discrimination, racism, inequality and, ultimately, terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big thing that schools are expected to do provide is extended services - from breakfast clubs in the morning to community activities in the evening. 'Eight till eight, twenty-four seven'. It's a good way, perhaps, to use the buildings efficiently as a resource not just for the immediate learning community but also the wider neighbourhood, but I'm concerned that schools are in danger of having more contact with children than parents in an average working day. A child who is dropped off at a breakfast club at 8 am, and then picked up from an after-school club at 6 pm spends 10 hours at school. Taking into account time for sleep, that's longer than he or she will be able to interact with parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools seem to be taking the place in the community that the church traditionally did, which is ironic as it was the church that set up most schools in the first place. It's a challenge to me as rector of a parish church to know what is left for the church to provide for the community. In our part of the world other agencies and organisations provide clubs for children, and recreation for the elderly - perhaps we're more fortunate than other areas. But what the church can provide, which no other agency can, is space for people to encounter God in a real and living way. Our church motto is 'Helping people to meet Jesus.' That's what keeps me going when I question what the church is here to do. Sometimes helping people to meet Jesus may be through providing community services as an expression of God's love, but I believe, at least, it's through meeting Jesus that a whole new world of limitless possibilities is opened up to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1989057016435473288-1076406233378457897?l=coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/feeds/1076406233378457897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1989057016435473288&amp;postID=1076406233378457897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1076406233378457897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1989057016435473288/posts/default/1076406233378457897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coulsdonrectory.blogspot.com/2009/03/centre-of-community.html' title='The centre of the community'/><author><name>Paul C. 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