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Baptist Worship, July 2003

Worse 

than a weary way, brought us 

almost too worn to take any more

at last 

to

The bread in the Lord’s Supper

Surprise, gentle sure nourishment

 

How did we, ill-shod feet shuffling rough paths, 

Death marching, come to such a grace station?   

More 

By perversity than perseverance

Idle habit, 

deference learned in childhoood blocks 

our walk out now.

So we sat through it all, 

the spirit not at home, not consenting, 

Rather walking abroad with all who in our age abandon church

Not because they do not believe, they say, but because 

The church does not present the truth of God,

Not because they do not hunger for the bread of life, 

they like to think, but

Because the bread of life is here no longer shared.

Thinking with them, I descend into deeper pew-misery, 

Caught where I see no reason, 

Hear no good news, 

And that because here bad news runs off preacher’s ducking-issue back:

tales of genocidal Joshua, model Christian leader, 

read as good advice today 

read as though they put no question to our faith in God,

who as we sing puts his finger down into the congregation, 

Humungously to say

Hey you! I love you! …

….(but not the Canaanites)

In reading tales of genocidal Joshua, 

We follow the Lord’s orders,

Taking his book for leadership training in the church

While in the world we are not praying for today

Women await stoning 

but anaesthetic preaching makes no mention 

And does cannot bear to read 

or make awakening comment 

on the punishment of Achan 

as contemporary issue for us.

This text and our world  

Are so alike

Why then

Do we seem to like one

And dislike the other?  

Why do we pay reverential attention to the historically distant

And ignore the one that presses on us now?

We no longer read ‘the signs of the times’ 

(I have not heard that text for a decade or more – 

perhaps it is true 

we live after the End of History)

But hear the message: 

Heed what is said: 

we should follow our leaders

picking up clues from Joshua

while squeamish selectivity

leaves out all his deathly violence 

to make a paragon of evangelical love

If we are out of sorts with our leadership

We should not come to this table – 

So the leader says

Deviating (could it be?)

From 

Paul, who said 

Come only if you discern the body

Present in the poor

Who must not be shamed away.

The table is the poor Lord’s, 

Not the leaders’ – 

Not merely wearied, 

By this hour of song and sermon, 

Offput, 

Into despair

About gospel faded out of church

Yet this hard road brings us to the Bread

Gospel happens of a sudden

Here for us 

A piece broken from the loaf, 

Felt with tongue taste teeth, 

Bread from God’s creation, speaking life 

Through millennia evolving grasses

Through peaceful work,

Ploughshares not swords,

Tractors not tanks, 

Life changing from seed to flour to bread,

To nourish, to cheer, to share 

Peace of God 

Giving life 

Not genocide

Nor denying flight from genocide

Bread, ‘my body broken, for you’

flashes light after the long darkness,

God comes surprisingly, 

longing for dawn miserably fainted quite 

away

The bread of life –

Veritably

Gospel truly

But where 

are the words of life 

going with it?  

Where Church?  

***

This whatever it is reflects an experience in church, when there was a series of sermons in christian leadership, based on the book of Joshua.   The killings were not mentioned or were spiritualised easily.  Singing the song about having a great big God of love put no problem in the way of this preaching.  

It reduced me to a despair I often feel in church, and reminds me how close I am to many who have left church in recent times, appalled by what is said and by the claims to authority for those who speak, coupled with the requirement of obedience or acquiescence.   Here is a church that not merely has lost the Gospel, but does not know what it is doing.  

The communion service came as a sudden relief – a reminder that God is not bound by the church.  It reminds me of the forgotten disused hymn by William Cowper:  ‘Sometimes a light surprises the Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises with healing in his wings…’

NOTES

For the question of Joshua, compare R Williams On Christian Theology p30-1 on reading the story of Abraham’s sacrificing Isaac – ‘the church finds out what it is saying by absorbing this scriptural exegesis from its own margins –‘  

Couple with p40, note 22, Dennis Potter could not enter the community of formal Christian believing because he believed its jollity, triviality and half-truths masking suffering would deprive him of his power to write’  –  That is what this poem is protesting against: preaching and pastoral care which is forever smiling, at the same even temper, out of a simple confidence in our God seeing us and the world is all right – which in view of how the world actually is, not only far away, but brought into church by many of the people who come, comes out of a massive insensitivity.  This insensitivity is not the result of ill-will, or cynicism taught by experience, it is not even the result of lack of intelligence in both senses of the word (information and the ability to manage much information) – it comes most from a determination to live and speak within the limits of one sort of christian spirituality, possible to certain temperaments in protected conditions, like the church.  

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