You,
Lord, are in this place,
Your
presence fills it.
Your
presence is peace.
You,
Lord, are in my heart,
Your
presence fills it.
Your
presences is peace.
You,
Lord, are in my life,
Your
presence fills it.
Your
presence is peace.
Amen.
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Be still for the presence of the Lord, the Holy one is here
Prayer
and the Lord’s Prayer
Reading:
Matthew 4:23-25
When
Jesus heard that John had been put in prison,
he
went away to Galilee.
He
did not stay in Nazareth,
but
went to live in Capernaum,
a
town by Lake Galilee, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali.
This
was done to make what the prophet Isaiah had said come true:
“Land
of Zebulun and land of Naphtali,
on
the road to the sea, on the other side of the Jordan,
Galilee,
land of the Gentiles!
The
people who live in darkness
will see a great
light.
On
those who live in the dark land of death
the light will
shine.”
Jesus
went all over Galilee,
teaching
in the synagogues,
preaching
the Good News about the Kingdom,
and
healing people who had all kinds of disease and sickness.
The
news about him spread through the whole country of Syria,
so
that people brought to him all those who were sick,
suffering
from all kinds of diseases and disorders:
people
with demons, and epileptics, and paralytics
—
and Jesus healed them all.
Large
crowds followed him from Galilee and the Ten Towns,
from
Jerusalem, Judea, and the land on the other side of the Jordan.
Jesus
the healer
You
wouldn’t believe it now, but she was living in darkness, she was living in the
dark land of death … and then the light shone into that darkness.
Her
life was changed … completely … and all because of Jesus’s care and love
There’s
nothing I like better than baking.
Baking
bread for my family
Baking
bread for my friends
Baking
bread for people to buy
People
smell my baking … and say I do it so well.
You
must have been doing it all your life, they say.
But
I haven’t.
There
was a time when I just wasn’t well enough to do any baking.
That
was a time when people didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
Even
my family and all but the best of my friends wouldn’t even touch me.
They
said I couldn’t belong.
I
couldn’t go near the kitchen and they wouldn’t touch anything I’d touch … and
they would keep their distance and I had to keep my distance.
It’s
the most natural thing in the world … to bleed.
You
get a little cut and you bleed – hold it tight and it stops bleeding.
It’s
the most natural thing in the world when older girls bleed – it happens each
month and then it stops.
It’s
the most natural thing in the world.
But
what happened to me wasn’t natural.
The
bleeding … it just wouldn’t stop.
It
kept coming – only a little, but enough.
For
twelve long years I had been suffering … and no one could help me.
I
had been to the doctors, but no one could help.
Then
one day there was a great crowd and a great excitement.
Someone
was in town I had heard about and longed to see.
The
whisper went round … it’s Jesus.
He
wouldn’t see me, I thought, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if he did.
I
was careful to wrap myself up in long flowing robes so no one would recognize
me.
I
was careful not to touch too many people – but that was hard it was such a big
crowd.
And
then I was next to him.
All
I wanted to do was to touch the robes he was wearing.
I
did.
And
something happened.
The
bleeding, it stopped.
I
knew something had changed.
I
wanted to melt away into the crowd … but I couldn’t.
The
crowd had gone quiet.
Jesus
had stopped.
Someone
has touched me, he said.
I
didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say.
His
friends were all telling him everybody had been touching him, the crowd was so
big.
But
I knew he had been touched … by me.
Someone
has touched me, he said, I felt power flow from me.
And
then I stood.
I
caught his eye. And he didn’t turn away.
He
just looked me in the eye.
And
then he said those words I will never forget.
No
one had called me that for such a long time.
Take
heart. – I needed that strength
Daughter,
he said as if I belonged.
Your
faith has made you well,
That’s
all.
I
didn’t see him again.
But
I was changed. I was better.
I
could make friends again – I was part of the family again –
And
now …
There’s
nothing I like better than baking.
Baking
bread for my family
Baking
bread for my friends
Baking
bread for people to buy
People
smell my baking … and say I do it so well.
You
must have been doing it all your life, they say.
Not
quite, but I’ve been doing it ever since the darkness ended and the light began
to shine in that moment I touched Jesus.
What
a wonderful story of Jesus the healer who makes things well.
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The
Beatitudes – the Congregation
It’s
easy to think of them as the start of the most powerful teaching in the world,
the teaching of the Sermon on the Mount.
But
the Jesus, Matthew has just introduced us to, is not just Jesus the teacher, he
is Jesus the healer. He is Jesus the healer who invites us to share that love
he has for people as we bring healing into a hurting world and as we live a
life of prayer, prayer that makes a difference.
I
want to return to the Beatitudes. As we share in the words of the Beatitudes
let’s see in our mind’s eye Jesus bringing the light of his love into the
darkness of our world, bringing his healing touch into the hurts that can be so
overwhelming.
Sometimes
things happen that make it feel dark inside, and the darkness saps the strength
we once had. Things weigh heavily deep inside – and we feel poor in spirit. It
is for our sake, Jesus said …
Blessed are the
poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
There
is a darkness to loss that can so quickly overwhelm. The darkness saps the
strength we once had. Things weigh heavily deep inside … and we mourn. It is
for our sake, Jesus said …
‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be
comforted.
There’s
a darkness that makes us feel so low, so inadequate. We would love to stand
tall, be strong, make a difference … but somehow we can’t. Others do the things
that matter … things weigh heavily deep inside … It is for our sake, Jesus
said,
‘Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit
the earth.
There’s
a darkness in our world that fills us with rage. The injustice of it all. It’s
not fair. – how we long for things to be different, for justice to come. It is
for our sake, Jesus said,
‘Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for
righteousness, for they will be filled.
There’s
a darkness in the spirit that can bring itself to forgive. A rift that opens up
never to be filled. And sometimes it’s hard. So hard to have mercy. It is for
our said, Jesus said,
‘Blessed are the
merciful, for they will receive mercy.
There’s
a darkness deep within as we know our failings, our weaknesses, our inadequacies.
It is to us that Jesus reaches out to restore and renew and for our sake, Jesus
said,
‘Blessed
are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
There’s
a darkness in division that tears people apart, families apart, communities
apart, nations apart. How easy it is to forget. It is for our sakes Jesus says,
‘Blessed
are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
And
sometimes none of it seems to work. The darkness closes in once again – it is
the meek, the merciful, the peacemakers who lose everything, and those who take
seriously the way of Jesus who face the vilest of persecutions. It is for our
sake, Jesus says,
‘Blessed
are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom
of heaven.
The people who live
in darkness
will see a great
light.
On those who live
in the dark land of death
the light will
shine.”
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Lord, the light of your love is shining
Familiarity,
they say, breeds contempt.
It’s
the things we do all the time that we so easily take for granted.
And
yet the things we do all the time are the things that matter most.
It’s
when something we take for granted doesn’t work and goes wrong then we start to
worry.
If
Google’s anything to go by you and I do it roughly 16 times a minute. Put that
another way we do it 960 times in an hour, 23,040 times a day, 8,409,600 times
a year. I am pretty sure I am up to 538,214,400 … though I have to confess, I
haven’t been counting.
Taking
a breath is just what you do – all of us. It’s what keeps us going.
And
when all is going well we don’t think about it, we just do it.
But
if something happens and it doesn’t go well, then we cannot help but think
about it.
There’s
a wonderful hymn I love that speaks of prayer as if it were breath …
Prayer
is the Christian’s vital breath,
The
Christian’s native air,
Our
watchword at the gates of death,
We
enter heaven with prayer.
A
time to share
Can
you think of a moment when prayer has made a difference? Or a moment when
prayer has been very difficult?
A
time to share
I
have a feeling Jesus recognized that prayer could sometimes be very difficult.
His followers needed to be taught how to pray … and when it came to the crunch
not even the closest of those followers could stay awake to pray just for an
hour.
Jesus
also knew the difference prayer makes … it’s what he did when he went to be
alone at the news of his cousin, John’s death. It’s what he did out thee in the
garden, it’s what he did on the cross.
And
it’s what he wants us to do.
Reading:
Matthew 6:5-15
‘And
whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites;
for
they love to stand and pray in the synagogues
and
at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others.
Truly
I tell you, they have received their reward.
But
whenever you pray,
go
into your room and shut the door
and pray to your Father who is in secret;
and
your Father who sees in secret will reward you.
‘When you are praying,
do
not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do;
for
they think that they will be heard because of their many words.
Do
not be like them,
for
your Father knows what you need before you ask him.
‘Pray then in this way:
Our
Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And do not bring us to the time of trial,
but rescue us from the evil one.
For
if you forgive others their trespasses,
your heavenly
Father will also forgive you;
but
if you do not forgive others,
neither will your
Father forgive your trespasses.
It’s
my conviction that prayer works and healing happens.
That
story of the woman with the issue of blood is a story that to me is very
powerful and means the world. The power of the story lies in the touch and in
the words of Jesus …
‘Take
heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.’
I
don’t have stories to tell of remarkable miracles happening
I
don’t have stories to tell of dramatic times of prayer making a difference.
I
do bear witness to the fact that prayer works and healing happens.in ways that
are beyond our understanding.
It
was quite moving to hear Felicity tell the story of Howard Somervell: in the
three years before we married she was the dietician at the Walsall Manor
Hospital. She went along to a prayer group she found a little frustrating as it
had nothing to do with the people she was concerned with. Then she joined
another that included a couple of the consultants who prayed for those they
were treating … seeing prayer and their practice of medicine as but two sides
of the same coin.
At the time I belonged to a Baptist church in Bangor where I was training for the ministry. Most Sundays found me out and about taking services and preaching in churches in Anglesey and Gwynedd so I committed to going to the weekly prayer meeting and Bible study. One of those who belonged was a consultant and each week we prayed for healing: medicine and prayer but two sides of the same coin.
When we married we settled in Harden and it was good to go back a couple of months ago. In the last year we were there we were joined in the village by an Anglican Vicar who introduced us to services where we shared in the anointing of oil and the laying on of hands for healing. We’ve exchanged Christmas cards ever since and he has gone into chaplaincy ministry in the hospitals of Leeds.
We
moved to Pontesbury and Minsterley in Shropshire to find that our GP was also a
leading figure in our Pontesbury church and again we found ourselves sharing in
prayers with the laying on of hands for healing. I found myself working in
chaplaincy at Shropshire’s big psychiatric hospital.
In
my pastoral ministry such prayer has continued. Such services may not have been
a part of my ministry here at Highbury, but such prayer for healing has been.
Something
has happened in all that ministry that brings me back to that touch of Jesus
and those words he shared with that woman in the crowd.
In
chaplaincy in a psychiatric hospital, in those I have in some ways been closest
to in my pastoral ministry, in the illnesses that people have had in my close
family, I have been aware that for those illnesses there is no simple cure.
Indeed, for many of those illnesses there has been no cure.
Sometimes
I wonder: is my faith not strong enough, my prayer not sincere enough.
I
hear of other churches that speak of prayer that leads to miraculous cure – am
I in the wrong place? Do I pray in the wrong way?
Troubling
questions at times … but questions I find myself resolving as I come back to
that touch of Jesus and those words he shared.
The
story is in Matthew, Mark and Luke. Luke, the physician, is the one who notes
how the woman had been to see lots of doctors and none had been able to help.
Matthew it is, who includes one extra word in what he says finally to the
woman.
The
NRSV translates that one word with two English words and I cannot think of a
single word in English that would do.
Take
heart.
It’s
a rich word.
Take
courage.
Be
brave isn’t quite right.
Be
strong … maybe.
Draw
on that strength you cannot have on your own, that comes from beyond you. Jesus
had spoken of the way ‘power’ had gone from him.
It’s
strength.
Think
of prayer as a shopping list of requests – and it won’t be long before it
disappoints.
Think
of prayer as the Christian’s vital breath. It is something that connects us
with God, that connects us with that strength from beyond ourselves that we
need day by day.
Do that, and prayer takes on a power of its own.
Just
to come alongside someone, just to be there with them, quietly praying – and
sensing a strength from beyond ourselves to see us through. That strength I
have seen – that strength I witness to.
Jesus
goes on to address this woman who because of her condition has been cast out,
has been untouchable, has been an outcast and he says to her ‘daughter’.
That’s
the next thing that is so important in these words.
This
outsider now belongs. More than that she’s family. It is the closest of those
loving bonds that Jesus speaks to her.
There’s
something about touch, something going on as we pray that binds us with people
that means we belong we are family. And that in itself makes a difference.
Sometimes
people may not seem to be aware, maybe they do not seem to know who we are …
but that simple presence, that quietening, reassuring calm voice and gentle
smile can make all the difference. It says we still belong, we are still
family. There is a bond of love that ties us together.
Then
come those wonderful words.
Your faith has made you well, the NRSV translates them as.
But
the word itself is so much more than that.
It’s
the word used simply for preserving someone from harm, for rescuing someone;
it’s the word used to bring someone to safety from a life-threatening
situation; it’s the word used of salvation with deeply spiritual overtones. And
in relation to sickness and disease it speaks of someone who is healed or
restored to health. [see Friberg lexicon)
There
is a wholeness, a deepdown healing, that can come even when cure does not.
Last
week I came to an end reflecting on the kindness of Jesus as a teacher and the
call of Jesus to share in acts of kindness. I quoted Amelia Earhart and then
came across a fascinating Radio 4 programme on iplayer still …
This
morning on the Sunday programme
Catherine Fox, the novelist, spoke of the kindness of Jesus. She was
contributing a short Reformation Sound byte, marking the 500th
anniversary of the Reformation. She was speaking of the power of hearing the
Bible in your own language for the first time. It still has a remarkable power,
she says, something those who have grown up with the Bible can easily forget.
She
spoke of a friend of hers who is a convert to Christianbity from Iran, reading
the Bible for the first time in Farsi.
Recently,
she came to me, Catherine Fox went on, she was very excited. Jesus a very kind
man – he cared for women.
And
she began to tell a story it took
Catherine Fox a moment to realise it was not the story of a friend of
this woman that had happened recently – it was the story of the woman in the
crowd! But to this woman from Iran, reading it in her own language for the
first time, it was so real. The woman might have been alive today.
Jesus,
a very kind man.
And
that’s the power of those words of Jesus.
Prayer
works.
Healing happens.
And
so I pray that that healing touch of Jesus can come to us at that point at
which we need that healing most that we may have that wholeness, that peace
that blessing, Jesus alone can give.
Such
is the prayer we can share with each other.
Such
is the prayer to live by.
To
lead us into our time of prayer, let’s remain seated and sing …
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