Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 October 2022

St Mary, Balcombe Trinity 17 (28C) Thankfulness

I have no tattoos myself nor have any of my children or grandchildren but I am increasingly surrounded, as we all are, by young people who have them, especially when I go to the gym. That can be a good place for conversation. The other day I met a young man called Lewis who had a very significant tattoo mainly visible to himself and not to others. On his wrist he had the word ‘Gratitude’ embellished which he told me was an aide memoire. Hour by hour he looked down on his wrist recalling things he was grateful for.

Lewis trains boxers. He is convinced he’s a better trainer because he cultivates gratitude since thankfulness is a key character quality. Each day he’d try and find two or three things to be thankful for, thankful in his case towards the universe. I talked with him about how my own gratitude was towards to God, who is the source of all good things, and we agreed to put our chance encounter with one another on each of our gratitude lists. 


‘Count your blessings, name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done’. 


Today’s readings pick up on this theme of thankfulness alongside the theme of healing. In the Old Testament story from 2 Kings Chapter 5, Syrian army commander Naaman is healed by bathing in the Jordan. This reading was chosen in parallel to that of the story in Luke Chapter 17 of the ten lepers healed more simply just by meeting Jesus. This story is a reminder of what healing is in Christianity, beautifully and concisely expressed by Bishop Morris Maddocks: ‘Christian healing is Jesus Christ meeting people at their point of need’. 


I wonder, as we gather to the Lord in this eucharist, whether there are people here aware of a deep need. Like Naaman they may be too shy, or even too proud, to bring that need forward to the Lord this morning. May this sermon prompt you, as the young girl who served Naamon’s wife prompted him, to approach the God of Israel and see Jesus meet you at your point of need. The Bread and Wine, or the priest’s hands outstretched in blessing, are to be the Lord who awaits you later on in this service. Think about it, look to God and expect him to meet you at your point of need this morning!


In the second part of the Gospel one leper is praised for showing gratitude. ‘Were not ten made clean?’ Our Lord asks. ‘But the other nine, where are they? Was none of them found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?’ Then he said to the Samaritan, ‘Get up and go on your way; your faith has made you well’ - translated whole, or saved in other Bibles.


Notice the nine were spoken of by Our Lord as being ‘made clean’ but the thankful leper was said by Jesus to have been healed inside as well as outside. In other words, thankfulness is a quality that demonstrates the fullness of life we Christians call salvation. It’s a sign we’re living life to the full, life as God wills it. Archbishop Michael Ramsey described thankfulness as ‘a soil in which pride finds it hard to take root’. If we see our whole life as given by God that recognition protects us from obsessive self interest. 


To walk through life with gratitude on our wrist, or better still, in God’s company, makes us less out for ourselves and more out for those on the heart of God.


‘Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest’ he says in Matthew 11:28. As Christians we are bearers of that invitation through practical action towards those in our circle overwhelmed, for example, by the cost of living. Of course there’s politics here, issues of lifestyle, family breakdown and the like. The beauty of thankful living is that it helps you to go blind to all of that and, to see all you have as a gift, including those you meet, hour by hour, to be welcomed as part of that gift.


Today 9 October is kept as the commemoration of Saint John Henry Newman, an ecumenical saint who died in 1890 after a life of service both as Anglican and then Roman Catholic priest. Saint John Newman was canonised by Pope Francis three years ago. I preached at Roman Catholic Vespers in St Paul’s Haywards Heath on that day as part of local celebrations. I mentioned then as I do now Newman’s motto ‘Cor ad cor loquitur’, let heart speak to heart, which captures what it is to live thankfully with compassion towards others. I want to end with Newman’s famous fragrance prayer, his prayer for grace to radiate Christ to a needy world.


Dear Jesus, help me to spread your fragrance everywhere I go.
 Flood my soul with your spirit and life.
 Penetrate and possess my whole being so utterly, 
that my life may only be a radiance of yours.

 Shine through me, and be so in me 
that every soul I come in contact with
 may feel your presence in my soul.
 Let them look up and see no longer me, but only Jesus!

 Stay with me and then I shall begin to shine as you shine,
 so to shine as to be a light to others; 
the light, O Jesus, will be all from you; none of it will be mine;
 it will be you, shining on others through me.

 Let me thus praise you the way you love best, by shining on those around me.
 Let me preach you without preaching, not by words but by my example,
 by the catching force of the sympathetic influence of what I do, 
the evident fullness of the love my heart bears to you. Amen.  

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Harvest Festival 10.10.10

I remember on my holidays attending a weekday eucharist in a parish church up in North Yorkshire.

The old priest was struggling to celebrate.

The twenty five minutes of the celebration were full of devotion.

They were also a battle against infirmity as Fr Tony fought his infirmity to take, bless, break and share with the dozen of us gathered in church for the daily offering.

I had a cup of coffee with him after and he gave me this poem that challenges people who whine about life that I have always valued:

Today upon a bus I saw a lovely girl with golden hair.
When suddenly she rose to leave I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one foot and wore a crutch but as she passed she smiled.
O God forgive me when I whine, I have two feet … the world is mine.


It meant a lot to me, and it will mean even more as physical infirmities grow with old age.

There will come a day when the gestures of the eucharist will be painful to my own body as it grows feeble.

The elderly priest and his poem reminded me once more of all I take for granted especially health and strength.

I recalled the very name of the service: Eucharist which means thanksgiving.

When Jesus took bread and wine he gave God thanks and so should we.

Thank you Fr Tony for reminding me of this.

Today our thanksgiving is writ large on harvest festival.

Archbishop Michael Ramsey once said that thanksgiving is a soil in which the weed of pride will not easily grow.

‘All things come of you’ we pray ‘and of your own do we give you’

For the beauty of the earth, for the joy of human love, for health and strength and for grace to overcome our infirmities we thank you, Lord!

We join our thanksgivings to those offered today on a million altars across the world in this great sacrifice of thanks and praise, the holy eucharist. Amen.