A special thanks to Fr. Moses for inviting me to be a part of your annual patronal festival. It is a real privilege to not only represent the Vineyard but the Linden Fraternal as well. It is also wonderful to have my family here with me this morning.
Memories of my childhood
It may come as somewhat of a surprise to many of you, but I spent the formative years of my life in this parish. My earliest memories are of Sunday School in the hall and then once a month being able to join in the Eucharist in the ‘big church’. Of course we could not receive communion but knelt quietly at the altar to receive a blessing from the priest. I also have fond memories of confirmation classes up in the coffee bar and of being confirmed by Bishop Timothy.
When I look across the church and see the beautiful kneelers in the church I remember the countless hours that my mother participated in knitting them. I still look around and hear her words: “Don’t put your feet on those kneelers!” To my nephews who are here today – “Corbin and Dean, I’m watching you – Grandma knitted them!” Continue reading
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Rehearsing the Easter story through three powerful pairs of images – two gardens, two trees, two disciples.
Celebrations around the world on Easter Sunday centre around a garden, a garden tomb to be precise. The garden tomb is the pinnacle of the gospel story. The empty tomb in the garden is a powerful symbol of hope, resurrection, and life renewed. It is not just a picture relevant to our relationship with God, certainly it starts there, but the implications reverberate through all of humanity. Continue reading
In South African, the Easter Weekend is traditionally the busiest and bloodiest time on our nation’s roads. A four day weekend is the perfect time to escape to the Berg, or even get in a few good swims on our sandy beaches. With the temperatures beginning to abate it’s a reminder that winter is just around the corner. Yet in the frenzy to relax or escape the city for a few days, fatalities will be out of all proportion with the rest of the year, or in fact the rest of the world.
So why this long weekend? What is this day all about? Continue reading
The greatest love story in history is not Romeo and Juliet. The most romantic city in the world is not Paris. Bethlehem is the home of the greatest love story ever told and last week we remembered and celebrated this story.
In my last post that anticipated Christmas (God Is About To Act) I looked at Zachariah’s Song in Luke’s Gospel (Luke 1:67-80). This passage has been lingering with me as the year draws to a close, and is pregnant with the real meaning of Christmas. Continue reading
Mary is pregnant, Elizabeth is pregnant, history is pregnant.
Advent is traditionally a time of hope, a season of expectation and anticipation.
We are preparing ourselves for the commotion that is Christmas – shrieks of excitement as young children tear open gifts, young and old elbowing for space at the table covered in decorations, burgeoning with food. Advent is meant to be a time to pause. An opportunity to prepare, to reflect on the story behind the celebration.
The Song of Zachariah is an appropriate reading for Advent, as in fact is Luke’s whole Gospel.
Zachariah is a priest in the service of Israel’s temple. His wife Elizabeth is a relative of Mary, the soon to be mother of Jesus. After a lifetime of infertility Elizabeth is now expecting a child.
What is it with this time of the year? If your diary looks anything like mine it has been marked with year-end parties, lunches, or any host of functions that seem to be a prerequisite to this season. If you are still fortunate to have a child in school, then the craziness just ratchets up a notch. Whether they swing a bat or sing in the choir; if they got straight A’s or just showed up – there is an assembly, a prize giving, or a concert to attend.
Far be it from me to decry an opportunity to celebrate our little darlings’ achievements, but why does it all have to be in the same few weeks, sometimes even days? It’s no wonder we often refer to this time as the ‘silly season’. Yet some years, ‘silly’ doesn’t even come close to describing it – organised chaos would more apt. As the end of the year approached, my family’s nerves are shot and tempers are frayed. Someone singing ‘Jingle Bells’, or trying to spread a little Christmas cheer is likely to be assaulted in our house. Do not even mention the hordes that come out of the woodwork demanding Christmas bonuses. So is there an antidote to all of this? Is there somewhere that we can turn to for a bit of sanity in this season? Continue reading