pests, parcour and pedantics

5 02 2010

please walk on the right

I am amazed by ants. Ants always seem to have a plan, and never a planning committee. They have a purpose, without a PCC. The idea of having a plan without planning it appeals to me. There is a freedom there. The ants plan is: we build ants things and we collect ant stuff without bumping into each other or getting in each others way. We occasionally allow ourselves to sidetracked by some fallen sugar. Rules: 1. Don’t eat white powder. 2. Avoid boiling water. 3. Make holes in the cement between patio slabs. 4. Collect stuff. 5. Be filmed for nature documentaries. That’s it.

Humans need plans. Even the most unplanned of us have secret plans. Take walking. Most of us walk. We walk without thinking. Sometimes we run. Where do we walk? Do we walk aimlessly, randomly, or do we walk to somewhere? There are times when we don’t know where we are walking. I sometimes go for a walk without a plan. Except not to get lost. Except to be home before I get hungry. Except not to walk under a moving vehicle or off a high bridge. So, still a plan then. We walk primarily on pavements or footpaths. We go up the escalator the same way as everyone else. We walk the underground passages on the right. There are things we must do that are not laws or really rules but things that make life flow better.

what obstacle?

A while ago we watched some professional parcour runners doing a freestyle free-running display. If you’ve never seen it, check it out on YouTube. It looks like there are no rules and no plan. But still there are. But not normal rules. When interviewed one of them said this: “Free-running is about turning obstacles into opportunities; it is changing your view of the things around you that allows them to change you.” Things that get in other people’s way become bollards to jump off, scaffolding to swing from, walls to back-flip from. Things that keep the rest of us in line become the very things that spawn creativity and make the rest of us jealous.

When followers of Jesus meet together we make a lot of rules. My denomination even calls them laws, they are so exciting. We have rules partly because when humans get together we need them. They are not inherently bad. Ants have rules. Parcour champions have rules. They know what heights are too big or what gaps are too wide. They know how to avoid each other when free-running as a group.

no bumping

The question for me is, and it’s not a new one for many – what rules do we need? And what rules are just guidelines? What rules may feel like obstacles but can be turned into opportunities? What can we see around us that if we saw differently, would change us? Many people have done thinking on this, and you can look at Jonny Baker’s site or emerging church site for some of that. But many ‘new’ church ideas involve lots of young, creative people with skills in art, design and music. How can we re-think church gatherings for the more elderly, those who haven’t experienced anything new or different, and if they have, didn’t really like it?! Should we even bother?

In my little congregation of mostly over 65′s we tried something called Bacon and Banter last week, instead of ‘normal’ church. Bacon sandwiches, discussion around tables, and then feedback and questions. It worked! Was that ‘church’? There was no singing, no confession, no communion. But there was free-thinking, there was feedback, there was hearing from people who have been following Jesus more than twice as long as I’ve been alive. Obstacles into opportunities?

I think Jesus hung out and talked with people. He did a lot of listening. He wasn’t against rules, but he wasn’t pedantic about them. Neither should we be. Rules are the scaffolding that frames creativity, and sometimes they need to be swung from.






o come all ye fearful, tearful and bewildered

19 12 2009

Real tinsel and sparkle comes when the Holy Spirit speaks and the hairs on the back of your neck tingle. Real tinsel and sparkle comes when the awesome possibility becomes as close to an awesome reality as tentative faith will allow – that God is real, is really here, always was here, really did come to be among us and has never left. Real tinsel and sparkle comes when singing carols outside in the freezing cold and seeing people wind down their windows to hear, and telling stories of their long-ago baptism. Real tinsel and sparkle comes when we don’t just do what we always do but do what we are born to do: see something different, something new, something fresh, something real, something beautiful, something tantalising. Real tinsel and sparkle comes when all those who never ‘come’ to ‘church’ meet the church on the street, smile at the carols. Real tinsel and sparkle comes because Christmas is for the crowd, the onlookers, those who don’t get it.  They are the shepherd’s mates, the wise men’s companions, the ox, the ass and the inn-keeper. Watching, waiting, musing, doubting, hoping, asking, wondering. And, like the rest of us, fearful, tearful and bewildered.

So, in the re-casting of a classic written below by my friend Ian, come all ye hopeful, doubtful and despondent. Let’s join the donkeys.

O come all ye hopeful, doubtful & despondent;
O come ye, o come ye to Calvary Cross
Come & behold him, is he who he claimed to be:

The one who can redeem us?
The one who
ll keep his promise?
The hope for all the  hopeless?
Christ the Lord?

O come all ye fearful, tearful & bewildered
O come ye, o come ye to Calvary Cross
Who else but Jesus bothers with  the  likes of us?

Who helps us face what scares us?
When ears are deaf who hears us?
Through pain & mess who steers us?
Christ the Lord?

O come all ye outcasts, all ye judged & branded
Come all ye misfits to one place you belong
Who dares condemn you?  Jesus won’t condemn you!

So bring ye your accusers, objectors & abusers;
It’s they who need Christ’s mercy
at Calvary Cross

Come, come & worship, worship Christ the Lord;
Come, come & worship, come & worship Christ the Lord

© Ian Edgson







beautiful. sparkly. graffiti. people.

23 09 2009

What is beautiful? Not what building or person or cat is beautiful; but what is it that makes them beautiful, or not? What shape or lines or colours makes one thing beautiful and another thing not? There’s probably a scientific formula, but that’s just being silly.

beautiful...

beautiful...

We are surrounded by different people’s views of what beauty is. One person’s beauty is another person’s porn; one artist’s beauty is another’s graffiti; one building’s beauty is another’s Gherkin. Retaining something called beauty is massive industry.

There is a lot of snobbishness about beauty. In the world of ‘church’ where I spend a lot of my time there are endless debates about the ‘beauty’ of certain buildings (usually old ones), the ‘beauty’ of certain songs (usually old ones), the ‘beauty’ of certain worship styles (usually old ones).  Perceived wisdom is that ‘old’ is ‘beautiful’. If old is not beautiful, it is certainly ‘proper’. As if Jesus came in 1872 and said “Stop what you’re doing and look dusty”.

Many people who don’t go to church often have strong opinions about what a ‘beautiful church’ is; my last church St Mary’s Southgate and my new one here in St Helier both have few weddings, because the churches are not considered good enough for wedding photos. Many people want ‘proper’ looking churches, that contain dark wooden pews and stained-glass windows and have no heating. They, of course, aren’t the ones trying to do kids church and cafes and not die of hypothermia in the winter.

So what makes a ‘beautiful church’? It’s a cliché if you’ve been around church for years but it’s new if you haven’t – the building is irrelevant. It can be old and beautiful or old and ugly; new and beautiful or new and ugly. Who gives a monkey’s.

Here are 2 photos. Which church is the most beautiful?

Jesus comes to show us beauty. His beautiful love is not love of bricks and mortar in the same way his beautiful love is not love of religion or anything especially ‘solid’. The beauty he came to show us is locked away deep within us all; the beauty of a created person he looks at and says “This is good!! You are good!!”.

So what makes a beautiful church? PEOPLE!! Wonderful, sparkly beautiful people who know they are loved and forgiven and released and changed and transformed and who have God the Creator living in them and seeping into every crack and crevice of their lives like the flowers that cannot help but sprout in the cracks in the concrete or the spray-can that covers an age of decaying and depressing brickwork with beautiful mesmerising and wonderful colours.

the one with the beautiful mural...

the one with the beautiful mural...

I belong to a beautiful church in a beautiful place. The 20,000 strong south London estate of St Helier (once Europe’s biggest council estate) might not seem so beautiful to many. The buildings might not win any awards. My church building is certainly distinctively designed. But the people! Each one loved and precious, and some so full of sparkle that it makes me smile. And some with the potential to sparkle like the most beautiful diamond you’ve ever seen. A beautiful church is a people that love and are loved. Yes, heating helps, cushions help, movable seating helps, data projectors help. Not being bored certainly helps. The Victorian Society generally do not help.

No matter how crusty or crumbly or badly-drawn we feel, may we know we are beautiful people being beautiful church that cannot help but spill out and make everything else beautiful like the best graffiti in the crumbliest place. In big words, that is the incarnation, the resurrection, the Immanuel. Spray me beautiful! And smile.

beautiful

beautiful immanuel








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