It really seems to me that the time has come for us to take the battle to the enemy. Then time for sitting back is over, we neeed to fight with the weapons we have-the full Armour of God. At the end of Ephesians Paul tells the Christians to pray and Jesus calls the temple a House of Prayer. In our congregation we are too weak to do anything else but pray, we are too small and insignificant to do anything else. Over the next few years we will spend our time developing the congregation into a place and space for prayer. In recent days some political and community leaders have called for the walls of Belfast to be dismantled while others have said that it is still too soon for this to happen-the people living close to the walls are not ready, they still feel threatened and need the protection offered by the walls. If the church of Jesus Christ really is the gift of God to the community as St Augustine claimed it to be then we need to fight with God chose gifts and that has to include prayer-prayer for the transformation of the community-the question remains to be "how do we turn the church into a House of Prayer?

Church for Beginners

It's Sunday morning and I arrive for the morning service of worship at the church. It's just gone 10am and the streets around the church are packed with people. Already the cars are parked on the pavement, all round the church and even across the church gateway. I am pretty sure that it is illegal to park a car close to a corner and even surer that parking at the traffic lights is asking for a ticket. The crowds start arriving from the early morning, rain , hail or snow, even on Easter Sunday. From what my mother tells me it must have been like this in the 40s and 50s when people walked to church or to work each day. Is this some kind of spiritual revival? Will we have to consider building a new church to hold all these worshipers? Alas no is the answer, they are not arriving for our church; they are not arriving for any church, as we know it. They have found a new way of worshiping and a new church to attend. This church serves their needs to browse and to shop, to talk with their friends and to do so at their ease. It also allows them to take part as a shopper or as a seller. This is the new Sunday observance. The swings are no longer locked up on the Lord's Day and the traders do not stay at home. In fact this corner of Tennent Street is busy only on this one day.

We respond in a number of ways: we get angry when our members ( some of them are very elderly)are unable to find a place to park their cars. I have phoned the police very often and they have come and they do give out tickets but this people power has continued regardless. The PSNI cannot control the situation even though, it could be said, that there is "an accident waiting to happen" unless the control is increased. To help alleviate this problem we opened a small space for members to park only to find that the gateway is regularly blocked by parked cars. Secondly, we can, and we do, complain about the inconvenience when forced to drive around the area looking for a space. We understand that the Queens Highway is not ours but we have come to expect to be able to park at the church and not have to go half a mile away.

Another possible way of looking at this is to embrace the situatuion as an opportunity for ministry. We have tried to do this by setting up a prayer ministry in the market each Sunday. Over the weeks dozens of people have come to the person sitting at the table to talk and to bring their prayer requests. Some are looking for general prayers for the welfare of their family but others have really complex and difficult situations that they seek help with.

Its no secret that the church in the UK is on the retreat when compared to the situation 50 years ago. Even in Northern Ireland, where 45% of the population are still making the Sunday journey to worship, that is considerably fewer than it used to be. Against this we have this success story and I wonder how any of these people would feel if they decided to cross the street and come to church one week. Would they feel welcome, strange, included or excluded?

They might feel that they had to dress up before coming and that's not the way of the world today. They would probably feel ill at ease when asked to sing ancient hymns using words in a foreign way and they would probably not have any cash to put into the plate as it came round. How would they know when to stand, and when to sit. Do they need to close their eyes when praying? Can they bring food and drinks with them and can they talk at all?

I wonder if they would come back again the next week. If we are going to expect outsiders to come to our church we will need to have some understanding of the cultural difficulties and be ready to make the changes that are necessary to make. Each week as I turn the corner and see the crowds, just feet away from my church I have the fleeting thought that they could be coming to church and we could be faced with the thought that our building is not big enough but then reality returns and I wonder what we need to do to make contact with some of these people and what would we need to change to make them feel welcome among us. The question form us and all churches has to be how to make then outsiders feel like insiders.

To be completely honest I also wonder how they could be encouraged to give us a little of this space we thought was ours. outsiders feel like insidders

Several years ago I was on a plane going from Belfast to Turino in Northern italy. That meant taking a beautiful flight path over the snow covered Alps. As we approached the mountain range the captain invited anyone us to come to his cabin to see the view that he saw. (This was, quite obviously before 9/11). I don't really know why but I did not take up this offer, I think it was because I had a very good view out of the window where I was sitting but I am sorry that I remained where I was. It would have been great to see what he saw and to fro the front seat but that is all water under the bridge now but I missed an opportunity!

I was reminded of this as I read Eric Swanston and Rick Rusaw ("The Quest")who describe tweo kinds of church: the one best imagined as sitting in the isle seats and the other sitting in thw window seats. In the isle we are totally immersed in the workings of the aircraft, while sitting in the window seat shifts the gaze to the world outside the plane. Church life can take up all ouir thinking and take up all our time. Just keeping the machinery ticking over zaps the energy and restricks the vision. William Temple was right when he described the church as the only organisatiion designed for the benifit of non-members, but all too often it works for the benifit of the members and becomes a closed club.

Which seat do you sit in when you go to church? Some will always go to the back and sit in the seat closest to the door. I know a member of my church who always sits in splendid isolation and another yopu will always go and get another seat even if there is just the right nuyuimber set out open and others-go to church which seat do you sit in? Some always sit in the same seat. Some always sit at the back of the church. I have seen people go into a church which is less then half full and sit in the very last seat in the back row. Others go to church and sit back in a difiant pose, with arms crossed, daring the preacher to amuse or challenge them. Then there are some who take a seat close to the action where they can relate to the speaker.

I am not the first to speak of a religionless Christianity or of being a Christian without being religious but I do believe that the day has come for authentic Christianity to leave religion behind or , at least the bad side of religion. I say the bad side as I am aware that the meaning behind that word 'religion' is to bind people together. In our society 'religion' does the very opposite, it divides. It divides because the religious are prone to the hypocricy that Jesus dispised but also because, in this society, sectarianism has such an endemic stronghold.

It is now vital for us to 'be church' rather than to 'go to church', to look beyond ourselves and to seek ways to strengthen our members that they can 'be church' as they rub shoulders with people wherever they are. Some Christians are content to use the bible in the same way as they would use the car manual or they are happy to seek out the nice promises of scripture like the 'promise box' of an oler age but the bibnle is not a manual, its not even a repository of good things, it is the story of God's covenantal relationship with his people. At the very heart of the bible is the 'missional heart' of God the aFather who sent His son into the world, in the power of His Holy Spirit. It is God's love story so lets stop looking for the verses that prove what we want to prove , lets accept that life is messy and that we do not have all the answers. Lets just sit with God in the seat he has given us and live our lives by faith in Him.

Which Seat Are You Sitting In?

Several years ago I was on a plane going from Belfast to Turino in Northern italy. That meant taking a beautiful flight path over the snow covered Alps. As we approached the mountain range the captain invited anyone us to come to his cabin to see the view that he saw. (This was, quite obviously before 9/11). I don't really know why but I did not take up this offer, I think it was because I had a very good view out of the window where I was sitting but I am sorry that I remained where I was. It would have been great to see what he saw and to fro the front seat but that is all water under the bridge now but I missed an opportunity!

I was reminded of this as I read Eric Swanston and Rick Rusaw ("The Quest")who describe tweo kinds of church: the one best imagined as sitting in the isle seats and the other sitting in thw window seats. In the isle we are totally immersed in the workings of the aircraft, while sitting in the window seat shifts the gaze to the world outside the plane. Church life can take up all ouir thinking and take up all our time. Just keeping the machinery ticking over zaps the energy and restricks the vision. William Temple was right when he described the church as the only organisatiion designed for the benifit of non-members, but all too often it works for the benifit of the members and becomes a closed club.

Which seat do you sit in when you go to church? Some will always go to the back and sit in the seat closest to the door. I know a member of my church who always sits in splendid isolation and another yopu will always go and get another seat even if there is just the right nuyuimber set out open and others-go to church which seat do you sit in? Some always sit in the same seat. Some always sit at the back of the church. I have seen people go into a church which is less then half full and sit in the very last seat in the back row. Others go to church and sit back in a difiant pose, with arms crossed, daring the preacher to amuse or challenge them. Then there are some who take a seat close to the action where they can relate to the speaker.

I am not the first to speak of a religionless Christianity or of being a Christian without being religious but I do believe that the day has come for authentic Christianity to leave religion behind or , at least the bad side of religion. I say the bad side as I am aware that the meaning behind that word 'religion' is to bind people together. In our society 'religion' does the very opposite, it divides. It divides because the religious are prone to the hypocricy that Jesus dispised but also because, in this society, sectarianism has such an endemic stronghold.

It is now vital for us to 'be church' rather than to 'go to church', to look beyond ourselves and to seek ways to strengthen our members that they can 'be church' as they rub shoulders with people wherever they are. Some Christians are content to use the bible in the same way as they would use the car manual or they are happy to seek out the nice promises of scripture like the 'promise box' of an oler age but the bibnle is not a manual, its not even a repository of good things, it is the story of God's covenantal relationship with his people. At the very heart of the bible is the 'missional heart' of God the aFather who sent His son into the world, in the power of His Holy Spirit. It is God's love story so lets stop looking for the verses that prove what we want to prove , lets accept that life is messy and that we do not have all the answers. Lets just sit with God in the seat he has given us and live our lives by faith in Him.

Everybody is an Expert

Everybody is an expert today. We are the only region of the United Kingdom where there are three hours set aside every day for the public to air their opinions: what we call “gernin”.

Every day people phone into the BBC to complain about this and that. and some of the presenters wind them up, showing little or no respect for politicians, police or civic leaders. The problem is not in the expression of opinion but in the fact that they all really believe that they know best without taking up the responsibility to do something themselves. Take a walk in the park or on the street and pretty soon you will see the litter lying around and everyone leaves the picking of it up to someone else, paid or unpaid.

Fortunately, for us all, God took responsibility and sent his son into the world so that we could receive forgiveness, and live for ever.

With Regret....

Maybe it’s because I am getting old and have trouble with change [the “your sitting in my pew” syndrome in church] or maybe it’s just because I like to support the perceived underdog but I really have a lot of sympathy for Gordon Browne. It may also be because he is Scottish and a son of the manse working in among all those English who resented so many Scots in the labour administration or simply because the press began the criticism which gathered such a head of steam which became a torrent so that even if it was all untrue it was perceived as true. My family would probably go for the former but actually I see it somewhat differently. Observing the way that Mr Browne conducted himself in these last days of his government has increased my admiration for him. I can well believe that he had a short fuse and he certainly goofed when he was caught with his microphone on.
We have all heard of the minister who was “caught” talking to people in the minister’s room without realising that his lapel microphone was on. I know this is true because I have done this , at least, once. It happened at a wedding and I was saved by my wife who came to the minister’s room to tell me: fortunately the conversation was completely benign. If I had said something confidential or controversial it would have been something different. That incident with Gillian the pensioner left its indelible mark but, for me, it left the measure of the man. When he realised what he had done he went directly to apologise in person. He could have remained at a distance and sent his apology but, contrary to political wisdom, he did it face to face even thought that gave the press the opportunity to report it in greater depth. As for the critics, I have less admiration: I know they have a job to do in reporting the news but a good few of them were happier to question his motives than report it as being done in good faith and with genuine sorrow. When Tony Blair was coming to the end of his premiership just about everyone said they were tired of the spin and the slick appearance of New Labour but it was not long before the slick performance of the Nick and Dave , or Davy as his wife calls him, Show was hailed as prime ministerial material.
It is difficult for the ordinary person to know what to believe about the difference between reality and perception but we must be a little cynical about the rehabilitation of the relationship between the two men who lead their perspective parties. Politics is politics. What I know is that the Bible has something to say about making mistakes and even doing wrong and how to handle human frailty. Even the flawless political performer remains a sinner before God and we are all entitled [because of the grace of God] to forgiveness but equally we are all called to make apology for our sins to those we have sinned against. The church is not for the perfect people any more than is the political arena: we are all sinners and we stand before God in human solidarity ready to accept God’s forgiveness. Gordon Browne could have sent his regrets by letter or email or even, horror of horrors, by text but he did it personally and I think that should be credited to him.

A true friend

January 2000 Trevor and Kyle arrived a our back door with two adorable pups. They had been left abandoned in the ditch at he foot of our garden, left to die or for someone to have pity on them. They never left us: Gillian said she thought they had Rottweiler eyes. The decision was taken to take them in and give them a home. A decision we never regretted. They were no longer two brown puppies now they were Fox and Sox, full of energy and fun, unless you were a small fury friend. We had to keep them away from sheep and they did, on a couple of occasions manage to kill a gosling and a few rabbits.

Over the last ten years they became my faithful friends. When life was difficult and some people made life difficult for me they were there as faithful as ever. Peter taught them to fetch and leave the stick or ball a his feet and to "Speak", I learnt that if Sox spoke Fox soon came to find him even if he failed to come to my call. Stuart became my deputy who looked after then when I was away and he did so with such love and commitment. Both Sox and Fox stole our hearts.

Every morning they greeted me with a wag of their tails and an eager expectation of getting into the back of the car in the hope of going for a walk: Sox demanded that sticks or balls were thrown and he retrieved them time without number and Fox dandered off to do his own thing, caring little for this strange act of retrieval unless it was feathered or woolly:today Fox is leaning to live on his own. Just as the dreaded cancer takes so many people so it threatens the doggy world. Up until Sunday morning Sox was apparently living a normal life; constantly being admired by people who have become his friends but then he failed to get up out of bed. He just lay motionless with his eyes open but unable to move even his head to get some water. At first I thought nothing of it: perhaps he was having a bad day like most of us and after all he was getting old but by Sunday afternoon, when we returned from church, to find him still motionless the alarm bells began to ring. I phoned the emergency Vet who said I should bring him in immediately. The initial thought was that he had eaten some rat poison because his blood was not coagulating. Fox was summoned to play the big brother hero by donating some blood but when nothing had changed on Monday we all began to realise that it was something else. The Vet did some other tests and another scan was taken. Then came the devastating news that he had a massive tumour and would only live for a few days. We could take him home to die but we did not want him to suffer just so that we could have him for another day. We all went to see him and soon realised that life was not great for him and the kindest thing would be to "let him go",

The Vet gave him an injection and we gathered round him to embrace him in his final minutes and very quickly he died. We told him that we loved him, even though he had no idea what we were saying but he died with the sound of our voices in his ears. We also told him that he was a great wee dog and brought him home to bury him in our garden.

I will never forget this faithful wee dog whose sole purpose in life was to please his master and that he did, I wonder how many of us humans could say that our sole purpose was to please our master? Sox was only a dog but to me he was a gift sent to me by God.