On Easter Day this year Denise Inge, wife of John Bishop of Worcester, died. Last week Bishop John said thank you at the Diocesan Synod meeting. As a statement of resurrection faith it is really worth hearing, and so here is the link:
http://www.cofe-worcester.org.uk/news/news_n.php?i585.
When she was diagnosed with the cancer which was to kill her, she told her friends, "Whatever happens, Alleluia is our song!" I learned from the Dean's funeral sermon the Dean's funeral sermon that Denise Inge was something of an authority on Thomas Traherne, a Metaphysical poet about whom I'm shamefully ignorant. I have just begun to read some. Here's the last verse of The Recovery:
"The voluntary act whereby
These (our gifts) are repaid is in His eye
More precious than the very sky.
All gold and silver is but empty dross,
Rubies and sapphires are but loss,
The very sun, and stars, and seas
Far less His spirit please:
One voluntary act of love
Far more delightful to His soul doth prove,
And is above all these as far as love."
Welcome
I got the idea for this new blog at the end of the week of New Wine, a Christian festival in Somerset, in August 2011. You might guess from my profile that, although not entirely house-bound, I don't very often get out, and it occurred to me that I might try to create a blog to encourage in our faith people like me whose lives are limited in one way or another. I'm hoping that readers will feel able to contribute their own positive ideas. I'm not sure how it will work, but here goes...!
Teach me, my God and King, in all things Thee to see...
A man that looks on glass,
On it may stay his eye,
Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass
And then the heaven espy.
George Herbert (1593-1633)
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Garden thoughts at Eastertime
Yesterday evening we had a meal with our friends Pete and Jane. The week before Easter we had gone with them to the open garden day at The Old Rectory in Farnborough (just on the Downs above :). Once owned by John Betjeman the poet, the house has been owned for 40+ years by the Todhunter family. (See John Grimshaw's Garden Diary, for more information and pictures.) It is a beautiful four-acre garden full of unexpected "rooms" and very relaxing. Here are photos from our day.
After we'd had tea in the courtyard, Jane and Pete took us over the road to the church, where there is a window designed by John Piper in memory of Betjeman. It reminded me of St Francis' Canticle of the Sun, better known to us as the hymn, "All Creatures of our God and King", containing the remarkable resurrection verse:
And thou most kind and gentle Death,
After we'd had tea in the courtyard, Jane and Pete took us over the road to the church, where there is a window designed by John Piper in memory of Betjeman. It reminded me of St Francis' Canticle of the Sun, better known to us as the hymn, "All Creatures of our God and King", containing the remarkable resurrection verse:
And thou most kind and gentle Death,
Waiting to hush our latest breath,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou leadest home the child of God,
And Christ our Lord the way hath trod.
O praise Him! Alleluia!...O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou leadest home the child of God,
And Christ our Lord the way hath trod.
Let all things their Creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One.
O praise Him! Alleluia!...And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One.
When we were looking at my photos last night, we also read George Herbert's poem The Windows. The rectory in Bemerton where George Herbert lived was nothing as grand as Farnborough's, but the church looks quite similar. Here is the poem.
Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word ?
He is a brittle crazy glass :
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal* in glass thy story,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers, then the light and glory
More rev'rend grows, and more doth win ;
Which else shows watrish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe : but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the ear, not conscience ring. ('Anneal' means toughen by heating and cooling.) I like the idea that God's grace is not communicated through words alone but in combination with lives tempered by God through the ups and downs of life.
He is a brittle crazy glass :
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal* in glass thy story,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers, then the light and glory
More rev'rend grows, and more doth win ;
Which else shows watrish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe : but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
And in the ear, not conscience ring. ('Anneal' means toughen by heating and cooling.) I like the idea that God's grace is not communicated through words alone but in combination with lives tempered by God through the ups and downs of life.
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