A bit of culture to begin….. this is a poem written by Thomas Hood – English poet lived in first half of 19th century:
No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –
Now ain’t that the truth?!
These are dull, dark and dreich days.
November – it’s a gloomy and murky time.
And it’s a time of sadness for many
At the very beginning of this month, it was All Saints Day when we remembered those who have died – painful memories for many of us.
Remembrance Sunday and Armistice Day and memories of those – especially those cut down in the prime of life in war: the Great War, the Second – and thoughts too of these young servicemen and women killed in more recent conflicts – in Iraq and Afghanistan particularly….. what tragic waste and for what?
But, as Christians, we are called to live in hope,-.
To be voices in the wilderness. To be lights to the world
Have you ever tried to make predictions?
I have and I predict that a new age is around the corner.
In a couple of weeks’ time it will be Advent when we begin to anticipate the coming of the one who is the Light of the World – the one who banishes gloom and darkness and brings life.
The one who promises so much – and who delivers.
Predictions can be funny things.
Thomas Watson, who was chairman of IBM said in 1943 “I think there is a world market for maybe five computers
There was an inventor by the name of LeeDeForest who claimed that “While theoretically and technically, television may be feasible, commercially and financially it is an impossibility.
The Decca record company predicted that “We don’t like their sound and guitar music is one the way out.” That was in 1962 when they turned down a band (the Beatles)
The disciples must of thought that Jesus was crazy when he predicted that the mighty Jerusalem Temple would be in ruins one day soon.
It was the bedrock of faith for the Jewish people. A huge structure that would last forever unto eternity.
They must have thought him mad.
Christ’s prediction that a building – or collection of buildings – so immense seemed implausible.
They wanted to know when. What would be the sign that this would take place.
In their voice was fear, uncertainty. Gloom.
A November mood of desolation if you like.
Forty years later Jesus’ prediction came true. In 70 AD the Temple was destroyed by Rome.
Destruction of the Temple of Jerusalem, Francesco Hayez, oil on canvas, 1867. Depicting the destruction and looting of the Second Temple by the Roman army.
But the church of Jesus Christ still stands, founded on the bedrock of faith.
Despite persecutions, despite divisions, despite apathy and criticism, mockery and opposition. Despite all the November-like forces of the world can throw against it, the Church still stands.
It may lose direction at times; it may appear to have suffered setbacks; it may have been considered to have made errors of judgement
But it still stands and asks US to carry out God’s will and Christ’s divine manifesto.
We know that the Church finds itself these days in November-mode with decline in numbers here in Britain and elsewhere.
I was a member of Lothian Presbytery some years ago. We once had a speaker from Church Headquarters – at 121 George Street.
He was talking about the reduction of membership in the Church of Scotland.
At one point, he predicted that by 2029, there would be nobody left in our neighbouring Presbytery of Edinburgh.
Ironic laughter from we Lothian chaps and chapesses.
Then he said, I don’t why you find this amusing – your Presbytery will cease to exist in 2030
But as long as we stand firm in the faith. As long as we don’t just DO Church but BE church – then there is a future.
The Church world wide is growing. Catholics are returning to chapels in Italy because of that most humble charismatic man, the new Pope. It’s been called the “Francis effect”
As long as there are people receptive to the good news, we can achieve great things for God.
Prophesying doesn’t just mean predicting; it means being a VOICE
We may be a tiny voice in these November times – but as long as we are shining lights to the world – followers of him who is the Light of the World…… then resurrection is there
And the gloom and the shadows will be dispersed forever.
We started with a poem, lets close with one:
This was adapted by Alan Gaunt (based on an original piece by Norman C. Habel: “Dreams for Celebration”)
We look for a time
When every day will be a celebration,
When solemnity will effervesce and piety will swing;
When death will be celebrated like birth
And people will know that they are loved and wanted and beautiful;
When they will see you in each other
And use each other’s eyes as mirrors.
Then there will be joy at sunrise and peace at sunset,
And all will be free
As you are free
Now that death is past
And only life remains.
The maimed will run,
Fools will be wise,
The mentally disturbed will be of sound mind.
Politicians will make peace and feed the people
And turn tanks into combine-harvesters.
The whole of life will be one long celebration of the vintage;
Children will be born into love
And baptised into joy.
Some day, Lord, these things shall be.
But here and now,
We will make a start on the new heaven and the new earth You have in mind for us,
And we thank you for the privilege