Showing posts with label Liturgy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liturgy. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 07, 2022

Welcome News

Good morning and welcome to St Whatsits on this beautiful spring/summer/autumn/winter morning.

Good morning and welcome to St Whatsits. It's a (dull/wet/miserable/god-forsaken) day out there but we have a warmth of fellowship in here.

Heard those? I have a bit of trouble with the gushy sentimental opening line of a church service - well intentioned I'm sure - which suggests it is wonderful to worship the Lord on a day when the sunshine lifts our spirits or that the worship is an antidote to gut-sapping weather.

My problem? My spirit is not particularly bound to meteorology. Granted this England has provided consecutive weeks of summer greyness, which is the teensiest bit depressing although mainly because I like shorts and T-shirts. Other times I am longing for rain after weeks of drought and the 'beautiful summer morning' line feels insensitive. And when I have hay-fever I want the weather outside to be frightful and the fire so delightful and I don't care who disagrees.

So many more things than weather come into a church service with me and affect my capacity to worship. I'm a big fan of 'Good morning and welcome to St Whatsits' followed by a singable hymn/song and a few minutes for the liturgy to do its work. Then I might be able to get in touch with how I actually feel, regardless of the rain and its sweet memories.

And I don't know where you put the notices either.



Thursday, April 09, 2015

Special Easter Greeting

Courtesy of the Campaign for Real Liturgy ©, here is the Easter all-age opening we used at Trendlewood Church:

Leader: Alleluia. Christ is risen.
All: You say that every year.

Leader: You're supposed to say 'He is risen indeed, alleluia'.
All: No-one says 'alleluia' these days. You're so out of touch.

Leader: So what do you want to say?
All: Jesus is alive. Yeah!

Leader: Really?
All: No. We're not that trendy.

Leader: Big up to Jesus init?
All: Now you're being silly.

Leader: OK, you're in charge.
All: Let's just start with a moment of quiet.

Leader: OK.
All. Shhh!

It led into a very good, and well-observed time of silence. The Campaign for Real Liturgy is delighted to have its material stolen, adapted and unacknowledged. Which pretty much makes the whole © thing a waste of time eh?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Language of Theology

I once asked my friend Mike, a chemist at the time not a minister, to explain the difference between saturated and unsaturated fats. I then got him to do it as a talk illustration by speaking in a way no-one would understand. He did a good job. The thing is that he was also able to explain the difference in language we could all understand by removing, or explaining scientific terms.

I have listened to the many scientists involved in the experiment to recreate conditions just after the Big Bang using the CERN particle accelerator. What comes over is not so much an understanding of exactly what they are doing, what they will observe and how but the sheer excitement of it all, to them. Countdowns in Bond-villain accents, applause and champagne all communicate that this is important, exciting and difficult.

For those of us who feel that we already have a good take on the meaning of life, so that this simply adds to the sum of human knowledge about it, it is a lesson. Perhaps more excitement, applause and champagne would convince people we were serious.

The language of theology, although sometimes necessary amongst initiates for the sake of clarity, is not an easy one for outsiders to follow. The language of excitement is.

Sunday. 10.00 a.m. 'Welcome. We are going to be in touch with the creator and sustainer of the Universe in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...'

I can almost hear the pop of the champagne corks now.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Trust

Wonderful occasional joy and mirth is caused by misprints or misalignment of projector and screen. Today a sudden alteration to the aspect ratio meant we lost the left hand letter of every word in our liturgy. There was much to enjoy but above all else there was this, a new Yorkshire prayer of humble access:

e do not presume to come to this your table, merciful Lord
rusting in our own righteousness

Indeed we don't. As my old school song used to say, 'Die of service not of rust.'

Monday, April 16, 2007

Liturgy

I know that all churches are liturgical. We all end up with our patterns of doing things. My own morning congregation of Trendlewood is pretty informal and relaxed but we have a three part pattern of worship, word and wesponse (sorry) most weeks so we are liturgical.

By and large we don't use much written liturgy but we do have something most weeks, often confession, creed or intercessory prayer which we say congregationally. We also have a bit of simple communion liturgy which involves repetition so the children get it even if they can't read yet. Next week we will have a baptism and we will use a set form of service for that, albeit punctuated by charisma and wit from the minister - well I like to think so anyway.

Sometimes I have heard services which use a lot of versicles and responses described as 'high church.' I think I ought to send people using such descriptions to a proper anglo-catholic shrine so they know the difference. In fact I wonder if we ought to add to our increasing catalogue of special Sundays a 'Go somewhere else and experience it' Sunday. We'd have to do it over two weeks or there would be no regulars to welcome the newcomers.

Still, what I wanted to say was that yesterday I led two services at a local church which prides itself on doing 'proper anglicanism' and so does everything by the book, including seasonal extras and all.

I presided and spoke at a spoken 8.30 a.m. communion, (order two in contemporary language) and at an order one evening communion. For this I dusted off my robes and borrowed a stole. These two services were from the Church of England's official contemporary prayer book Common Worship.

I have been reflecting on this. I have been a member of the Church of England since well before Common Worship was introduced and in that time have preached and led worship at a vast number of services around the country. This was the first time I have done that at a service where every member of the congregation had a copy of Common Worship in their hands. I am an intelligent man (stop sniggering) but I had to really stop and think as I made my way through the various seasonal variations, tried to remember what I had been told about when the choir would be singing responses rather than us all saying them and kept in mind the faces of the people in the congregation I had been told would want wafers not bread.

How on earth would it feel to be a stranger/newcomer/unchurched at this? In fact the 27 early communicants all looked more familiar with the material than myself and in the evening the score was ministers 2, congregation 8, choir 10. Was it wrong of me to pray, 'Please Lord let no-one new arrive?'

I wanted to invite everyone back to mine for a drink afterwards although the 8 congregants had managed to avoid sitting in each other's sight lines so well I suspected that they might not be at home sharing a lounge with other carbon-based life forms.

I did manage not to snigger (at least until later) at the Bible reader including the 'good news of Jesus' resignation' and Asia being pronounced to rhyme with Hezekiah. Well done me.

I quite enjoyed it. As a way of using private worship time I would have been content. But public worship? Would it have been understanded of the people? This liturgical ship is sinking isn't it? Whadderwedo?

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Anglicanism

The service I attended in the last two hours began with the line, 'We sing hymn Number 6 omitting verses 5 and 6.' Now that's a proper Anglican introduction, better even than:

The Lord be with you
Ay up he's started

and

There's something the matter with this microphone
And also with you

and

Lift up your hearts
And up yours

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Friday, October 28, 2005

Campaign for Real Liturgy (CRL)

Have been a member of the CRL since Bob taught me:

Minister: The Lord is here.
People: Ay up he's started.

Which I published in full in Drama Verses Sketches (CPAS 1999) page 38.

I now formally induct Jo Barfoot into the CRL for this effort (when she should have been working or moving house or both).

This is the North London version of the Confession:

Minister: Merciful Lord, we confess that we have failed you.
Congregation: An' you gotta problem wiv dat?

Minister: God says: Yeah, I gotta problem wiv dat. You people fink you so clever, just look at the mess you making ovit.
Congregation: Sorry, innit

Minister: We confess that we have sinned against our neighbour.
Congregation: Yeah, bu' you don' know what she like.

Minister: God says: Course I know what she like. I'm God, innit? You gottago and sor' i' ou'
Congregation: Sorry, innit.

More like this please.