on the beach

As I strolled along the beach

I came across some children

who had happened upon this "crocodile"

and were trying to wake it up

it was easier to join in their game

than be all grown up

easier to see the adventure

than a dead piece of wood.

My mind took me to another beach

to a man wandering along

who took stock of what was going on

so he rolled up his sleeves

and threw together some breakfast

and then proceeded to take

his disciples on a lifetime adventure

an adventure that continues

wherever we walk in life

on the beach, down the street, through the town

in our homes and schools and sanctuaries

with children who understand better than the adults

and who show us how to get involved

how to join in with abandonment

who help us open our eyes

and see what we would never have imagined on our own

It's a roller coaster ride

full of colours and noise 

sometimes it's upside down

but it's a ride in the company of a man

who knows about the nitty gritty too

and who grounds us all

in the very beginning of creation

in the very fabric of life

we can choose to be all grown up

and miss the adventure

or we can choose to join in

be swept up and carried along

in the work of redeeming the world.

Liz Crumlish April 2009

Hosanna

Another reflection for Palm Sunday:

What of those children lining the streets.
Caught up in the adults’ excitement.
A festival or feast day for them.
A family day out.
With a special picnic.
For once they could be noisy in the presence of adults.
Because the adults were being noisy too.
For once they weren’t being told to simmer down.
They’d probably rarely seen adults so uninhibited.
Letting their hair down.
Throwing their heads back in unbridled mirth. The children had known from the beginning this Jesus was a hero.
It was great that the adults had finally caught on.
All those times they’d been in trouble for staying out beyond supper because they’d
followed Jesus around.
Now maybe their folks would finally understand.
There was just something about this guy.
But then Sunday was over.
And the week stretched ahead.
Things went quiet.
Eerily quiet.
There was something wrong.
It wasn’t just the anti-climax that often follows excitement.
This was an an unnatural quiet, a quiet that signaled something not good.
The adults were whispering again.
In little groups.
Closing up as soon as the children appeared.
They were used to adult’s secrets.
But there was something different about these secrets.
They felt bad.
And so the week dragged on.
It was almost a relief when the crowds gathered again.
Although it was ugly, at least it was a resolution of sorts.
And how ugly.
How could folk turn so quickly and so completely?
Is that what happens to adults?
They follow each other.
All good together.
And all bad together just as easily.
What happened to those partying folk?
Now they were yelling at the children, and yelling at each other.
And especially yelling at Jesus.
Crucify him.
Crucify him.
What had he done in a week to so turn their minds.
From hero worship.
To a blood thirsty rabble.
The children would never understand the vagaries of adult minds.

Liz Crumlish 2008

Not us

Looking ahead to Palm Sunday, here is my reflection on that fickle crowd:

Did you know?
When you sent your disciples to borrow that colt, did you know? Did you know that, as you rode on its back, the crowds would line the streets to greet you? Did you know the children would wave branches? You said that, if the crowds hadn’t shouted their welcome, the stones along the way would have called out in praise? So what was it all about? Some giant ego trip? A display of your popularity? Or did you have in your mind all along that prophecy that said that the king would ride on a donkey? Was it a giant political statement? A king without all the paraphernalia?
Or were you just plain stupid? I mean it couldn’t have escaped your notice that you’d really ticked off the authorities. Doing the kinds of things you did. Healing on the sabbath, encouraging folk to question their rulers. Even upsetting the economy by questioning their taxes. Why, if you had to be in the city - why didn’t you just skulk in quietly? Why the entourage? What part of - “they’re out to get you” did you not understand? Or was it that you’d played their game long enough. Now it was time to get the inevitable over with. If you were going to die, then let’s get on with it.
And as those crowds greeted you like a hero, were you able to enjoy it? Were you able to bask in their praises and forget, just for a while, that by the end of the week those same voices would be baying for your blood - and those same hands, palms raised in welcome and salute, would become clenched fists, demanding your execution?

And don’t you know, Jesus, that we would never do that?
We would never sing your praises one minute and call for your demise the next.
Not us who gather week in week out, in our Sunday best, singing your praise, reading your word.
No fickleness in us.
None of that going with the flow, following the crowd, saving our own necks.
Not us.
While that crowd were gunning for you, we would have been defending you, challenging them.
We would have been just as vehement in our defence of you.
We would have put our heads above the parapet and stuck up for you.
We would!
We would!
Honest.
Well, Ok then, maybe we would have calmed our jets a bit.
I mean there would be no point in us all coming to a sad end.
It would be daft to follow you that far, stick our necks out so much that we lost them.
But we would at least have whispered “Leave him alone”.
Or, to be on the safe side, we would have kept quiet.
Stood in silence, while all around us, your fate was being sealed.
We would have stood our ground, quietly, as your execution papers were drawn up.
Ours would have been a silent protest.
That’s effective you know - standing quiet while there is raging all around us.
We would have stuck it out, quietly.
Don’t we make you proud.
Isn’t our loyalty and bravery just what you need?

Liz Crumlish 2008

Are we nearly there yet?

Started out with good intentions

create some space, carve out some time

reduce the distractions

focus on God

take time out

in the wilderness

It worked - for a time

But then life crept back in

disrupted the quiet

obscured the purpose

and now its virtually lost

Its hard to sustain the discipline required

when so much clamours for attention

and its a long and winding road

Besides, we know the story

it all comes good in the end

why pretend otherwise

when its all so familiar

That's why

That's exactly why

Because familiarity breeds contempt

And we want to experience the story with fresh eyes

from a fresh perspective

We want to find new ways 

and new reason

to explore the amazing love of God

That's why

Even though the desert wearies us

and Lent seems never ending

its the price we have to pay

in order to be even nearly ready

to celebrate the miracle that is

EASTER

Liz Crumlish 2009

Laetare Sunday

The ashes have faded

the snow is melted

but what does the sun reveal?

Is there anything to show for our Lenten practice?

Did we get off to a good start

and maintain the momentum

or did we fizzle out somewhere along the way?

This midpoint is another good chance to take stock.

all is not lost - yet

Lent can be wearying

even with the best of intentions

But if the best we can manage

is to see from a different perspective

or feel with a tad more compassion

then that will be enough

the growth and change in us

affects all around us

and if our awareness of God is enhanced

then we have really struck gold

for where God is

there is life.

so lets not give up

let's blaze a trail

on through the wilderness

and out into the world

following the blazer of all trails

living and loving all the way

Liz Crumlish 2009

Lenten detox

Sunday 15th March 2009

Readings: Exodus 20 v 1-17
Psalm 19

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.


Today, in our Scripture reading, we find ourselves back, wandering in the wilderness with Moses and the Israelites.
We’d left them behind for a few weeks to journey into the unknown with Abraham but, today, we’re back with them.
And, it seems, they haven’t got very far at all.
Still wandering.
Still grumpy.
Still getting into all sorts of bother.
So, as has become his wont, Moses goes off to consult with God.
By the time Moses had dragged himself up the mountain, he wasn't feeling so good and he'd had plenty of time to think on the way up. So he says to God: God - Its about time you helped me out. My life has been pretty rough - a mum who floated me on the river as a baby, a stint in the palace, trying not to get found out, bushes that burst into flames around me, all those plagues in Egypt, dodging the Red Sea and now I'm responsible for all these grouchy folk - my head is splitting... And God said - Here, take these two tablets, that should help.

I wonder if they did.
Those two tablets, containing the 10 commandments.
Did they have the impact that God intended?
If we read on in Scripture, we learn that, sadly they didn’t.
More intervention from God was required.
In fact, God had to send Jesus, before we even began to get the message.

As Rubenis says:

"The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. By following a straight line one can walk from Egypt to Israel in a few days.
Why did it take Moses forty years? Because his was not a path from one point to another, but from one way of thinking to another."
J. Rubenis

Moving from one way of thinking to another.
That would take considerably longer than a week.
It took the Israelites 40 years.
I wonder how long it would take us?
To get from one way of thinking to another?
I suspect it might be even longer than forty years.
We’re not known in the church for changing our way of thinking.

But that is precisely what God requires of us who profess to be followers.
We are required, not to be people who merely observe rules but people who think differently and, by so doing, live and love differently too.

As you are, I’m sure, well aware by now, I’m not much given to “giving up” things for Lent.
My rationale is that it is a time when we might do much more to nurture faith, for ourselves and for others.
However I am persuaded that Lent is a good time – or a good excuse to detox faith wise.
It never does any harm for us to look and see the things that we’ve taken on that make practicing our faith a burden and a responsibility rather than a response to love.
When we think of our church membership, for instance, do we see it as something that weighs us down.
Or do we see church membership as a privelege, something that’s a joy to be able to claim?

Lots of behavioural and demographic studies conducted recently tend to show that folk don’t join organizations in the way they used to.
If folk feel attracted to something, they may well attach themselves to a particular group that they find attractive but, often, the follow on commitment does not materialize.
Folk are, quite simply, happy to belong.
And that calls for more flexibility on the part of organizations to be welcoming and to foster that sense of belonging without imposing a whole set of conditions of membership.
In the church, we can only offer that hospitality of belonging if we ourselves are comfortable about our place and our obligation.
If membership has become, for us, a duty to be fulfilled or a list of dos and donts to which we subscribe, then there’s not going to be much to attract others.

The ten commandments, a list of laws, weren’t diluted by Jesus when he showed us how to live.
But they were summed up in Jesus command – to love God, love our neighbour AND love ourselves.
Being attractive to others is not about dumbing down but about loving up.

So how would we go about loving up our faith today?
What do we see in it that might attract others?
And where is the clutter that we’ve built up over time that could do with a spring clean?
In what areas do we need to detox?
How do we move from one way of thinking to another without it taking us 40 years to get there?
What if we start right here where we are this morning?
With our worship?
What decluttering needs to take place here to allow us to see God?
What obscures our view, stops us getting too close to the God we come to worship?


Is it the folk we share the pew with?
Are we irritated by the music – or the prayers, or the noise of the children?
Or is our mind too full of worry or hurt to allow us to experience the love of God in this place?
Lent is a good time to detox.
To lay down some of those burdens, to clamber over some of those barriers that stop us getting close to God.

Moving from one way of thinking to another.
Love God, love our neighbour, love ourselves.
What are the things that stop us doing that.
What are the things that stop us putting God first?
Are we juggling too much?
Are our diaries too full?
Are our emotions so stretched that we can’t handle any more relationship issues?
Or have we just lost track of how far from God we really are?
When we have a notion to detox.
When we’re conscious of how cluttered our life of faith has become.
And when the clutter keeps us away from God.
Its not simply a case of taking a couple of tablets.
Its not about following rules and regulations.
Its about changing our way of thinking.
Changing our way of loving.
If practising faith is not attractive to us then how can we possibly hope to attract others?

Ovid, an ancient poet, tells of a gifted young sculptor of Cyprus named Pygmalion. Pygmalion despised women and resolved never to marry. Ironically, he set about with hammer and chisel to produce the statue of a woman in order to display it as a mockery. For many days, and frequently well into the night, he chiseled. A form began to emerge which arrested him. The blows from the hammer became softer now. Finesse and devotion occupied his every movement. Beneath his skillful fingers, the figure became more and more beautiful, until at last, no further improvement could be made. Such grace, such beauty had she; so lifelike, was she, she must have a name, a name by which he could address her. Galatea would be her name and she must have a robe, and gifts, and flowers. Pygmalion had fallen desperately in love with a lifeless piece of marble. He would not pretend. He spoke to her, held her hands in his, and reached out in his heart to the very thing he had created. Such was his continuing, all-giving love that, according to Ovid, Pygmalion literally loved the lifeless form of Galatea into a living being.


God loved and loves each of us into being.
We were not made and then abandoned, left to our own devices.
God continues to love us and care for our well being.
And the commandments given to Moses were not given as a burden for God’s beloved creation but were lovingly revealed so that we might live in love.
Summed up in loving God and loving our neighbour.

Lent is not a burden when we must prove ourselves “proper” Christians by enduring some hardship.
But it is a good time perhaps to look closely at the loving command that God has given us and examine how well we are living that out – in our worship time together and in our daily lives apart.
And it’s a time to ask: do we make faith at all attractive for others?

Love God, love your neighbour, love yourself.
That’s a tall enough order to fill without being miserable about it.
Let’s aim, this Lent, for a change in our way of thinking.
A change that will make obeying the commands not a burden but a joyful way of life – for us and for those around us.
For the glory of God.
Amen

Take up your cross

I'm involved in a pulpit exchange this week with Annbank and Tarbolton.

Readings: Genesis 17 v 1-7; 15,16
Mark 8 v 31-38

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

At Castlehill just now, we’re having midweek Lenten services. We’re focussing on journeys as we journey with Jesus through these 6 weeks of Lent.
On Wednesday night, we read about God calling Abraham, at the grand old age of 75, to pack up all his belongings and follow God to a new land.
God said to Abraham: Leave your country, your relatives and your Father’s home and go to a land that I am going to show you.
So Abraham did as God asked.
When we encounter Abraham in our reading this morning, its time for God to fulfil the promise that he made to Abraham in calling him: I will give you many descendants and they will become a great nation.
But now, Abraham is 99, not 75!
No wonder Abraham laughed.
Abraham’s laughter was like that good Scottish statement: AYE RIGHT!
Its only 6 months since I moved to Ayr to be minister at Castlehill.
When I finished University and was halfway through my probation for ministry, I realised that I didn’t feel called to parish ministry.
I was, in fact, ordained into hospital chaplaincy.
And vowed I would never be a parish minister.
Six years later I was called to serve in the parish of Inverkip.
When I moved there, from hospital chaplaincy, I felt sure that God was calling me to be there for some time.
Much longer than the seven years I served there.
And, indeed, just two months before I was approached by the vacancy committee from Castlehill, I spent some time with my spiritual director, trying to discern God’s will for me in Inverkip.
It seemed clear then that there was a lot more work for me to be involved in in Inverkip.
Two months later I was considering a call to move on.
And here I am in the presbytery of Ayr.
Often, just when we think we’ve got God sussed, God surprises us, confounding our certainties, upsetting the plans we have made.
And we too want to respond: AYE RIGHT
Its like the divine sense of humour just likes to challenge us, call into question our certainty and confront us with an ever new reality.
God certainly keeps us on our toes. 

Making journeys is not so unusual these days.
People move to find work.
People move to study.
Young folk think nothing of travelling for gap years.
We’re a very mobile society.
Not so in Abraham’s day.
What a statement of faith that he should pack up his whole life and, with his family, go where God called.
So I have great sympathy with Abraham when it seems like one more incredible stretch, one more demand that God was making on him – to believe that he could start, not just a family, but a whole nation.
AYE RIGHT just about sums it up.

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, because he owned a beautiful white horse. People offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the old man always refused. “This horse is a friend, not a possession,” he would respond.

One morning the horse was not in the stable. All the villagers said, “You old fool. We told you someone would steal that beautiful horse. You could at least have gotten the money. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Perhaps. All I know is that my horse is gone; the rest I do not know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say.”

After fifteen days the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses back with him. Once again the village people gathered around the old man and said, “You were right – what we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.” The old man responded, “Perhaps. Once again you’ve gone too far. How do you know if this is a blessing or a curse? Unless you can see the whole story, how can you judge?” But the people could only see the obvious. The old man now had twelve additional horses that could be broken and sold for a great deal of money.

The old man had a son, an only son. He began to break the wild horses. Unfortunately, after just a few days, he fell from a horse and broke both his legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and said, “You were right. The wild horses were not a blessing; they were a curse. Your only son has broken his legs and now in your old age you have no one to help you. You are poorer than ever.” But the old man said, “Perhaps. Don’t go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. We have only a fragment of the whole story.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country went to war with a neighbouring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he had two broken legs. Once again the people gathered around, crying because there was little chance their sons would return. “You were right, old man. Your son’s accident was a blessing. Our sons are gone forever.” 

The old man spoke again. “You people are always quick to jump to conclusions. Only God knows the final story.”

Its clear that Abraham seldom had much clue about what God was up to.
And yet, Abraham has become one of the exemplars of faith.
Maybe precisely because of his cluelessness.
For although he didn’t know why.
Yet he did as God asked.
And sometimes the asks were huge.
Asked to pack up his whole life and travel.
Asked to believe that he could father a nation.
Asked to sacrifice his one and only heir with no idea that God would provide an alternative.
Abraham might well have been clueless about God’s plans but he certainly wasn’t found wanting in his faith.
He didn’t always get it right.
At one point he tried to expedite God’s promise of an heir by sleeping with Hagar, the family servant, a perfectly acceptable practice in those days – EXCEPT when God has other plans.
He made a few mistakes along the way.
But the bottom line is that, instinctively, he trusted God.
I find it comforting to find that Abraham did, on occasion succumb to the quick fix.
That occasionally he thought he could speed things up or resolve things on his own, but God stuck with him.
God didn’t take the huff and leave him to his own devices.
God stuck with him and kept on revealing more amazing things.
How often have we been impatient waiting for God to reveal things, wanting clarity when all seems to be misty.
But even when we do jump the gun, God doesn’t write us off, but sticks with us and helps us learn new things and, above all, teaches us patience.
At various junctures in the Abraham story we find Abraham taking time out, building altars, offering sacrifices, spending time with God in discernment.
And those are the times that Abraham’s walk is closest to God, the times when he gets it right.
But its comforting to know that when we don’t do that, when we’re impatient and when we rush in, still God honours our intentions and helps us to retrieve the moment.
I’m sure there are even times that God’s plans become slightly skewed in order to accommodate our sometimes flawed efforts.
God is big enough not to have to exert authority but to use us even in our misguidedness to achieve good.
God honours our imagination and freewill.
But its good if we too can honour these as gifts from God and ensure that we employ them wisely.
It was Martin Luther who said: ”Love God and do as you please.”
The fact is that if we put our love for God first then what we want will also be what God wants for us.
Sometimes we can see clearly what God wants – and that’s the time to act.
When we’re not so clear is not an excuse for doing nothing but we have to move more cautiously.
We have to test the waters as it were to check out that we’re on the right lines.
This second Sunday in Lent we’re reminded that Jesus took time out before beginning his ministry.
Faced with temptation, he did not take the easy way out but persisted in seeking God’s will.


In our gospel reading this morning, Jesus journey to the cross has already begun.
That is why he gets angry at Peter who tries to distract him from the painful path he must take, encouraging him, instead, to choose an easier route.
His words to Peter sound harsh – Get thee behind me Satan.
Words that have found their way into common usage.
Words that every woman knows when confronted with the temptation of buying just one more new outfit to hide at the back of the wardrobe.
Last time it happened to me, I had got as far as trying on that little black dress.
For the briefest of moments, economic sense prevailed and I uttered those words: Get thee behind me Satan. But Satan said: I have and let me tell you - It looks just as good from here.

Jesus and Peter had gone through a lot together.
Peter had come so far in faith.
So it must have really stung to hear Jesus say: Get thee behind me Satan.
But Peter is misguidedly trying to distract Jesus from the difficult path he must follow, from that road to the cross – and that, Jesus cannot tolerate.
Jesus said: IF anyone wants to come after me, he must forget self, take up a cross and follow me.
Jesus is not being mystical in that instruction.
Unequivocally he tells us that the path we must follow is one of self denial.
Lent is a time when many Christians make attempts at self denial – giving up things they like.
Indeed I was in one of the local primary schools this week.
When I asked the youngsters, aged 5-8, what Lent was about, they told me that it was about giving up the things that you like – things like chocolate and wine and cigarettes. (5-8year olds!)
That, however is not the kind of self denial of which Jesus speaks.
The way to which Jesus points is a way of real sacrifice, a whole different way of living.
I tried to sum up something of our inability to understand the real meaning of sacrifice and the real cost of taking up our cross at the beginning of Lent with these words:




Chocolate or wine
Chocolate or wine?
Wine or chocolate?
Which should I renounce?
Or should I really push the boat out and renounce both?
I mean it is only for 6 weeks
Even I could manage that
And I’d emerge smug and self righteous
My halo extra shiny
After being so self denying
I mean that’s going to make all the difference, isn’t it?
That will really change the world
If I indulge my lack of self indulgence
Besides, I’d probably lose about 20 pounds too
A new figure and a shiny soul
Not to be sneered at.
Is that what its come to?
Is that what its all about
Giving up and then self- congratulating
That’s what God surely wants
No, its what God demands
That we all make ourselves miserable and short tempered
and renounce all our coping mechanisms for 6 weeks
so that we too can emerge again from our self imposed tombs
all the better for our “suffering”
God help us when we trivialise sacrifice.
When we dare to imagine that a little self denial
Helps us identify with love in its extremity.
God, the last word in party excuses
Who came up with every reason ever invented to party
Must shrivel and die
When confronted with our pathetic attempts at Lent
Repentance occasions rejoicing
So why do we fail so miserably to capture that
Life giving season
Why do we make a drudgery
Of something beautiful-
getting ready to celebrate such love
and being transformed by such life.
Chocolate?
Wine?
How about throwing our all into love?

Love costs.
And so does following Jesus.
We cannot merely play at carrying our cross.
As we go on with the journey that is Lent, may God give us understanding and patience to discern God’s will for our lives and then courage to take up our cross and follow Christ.
For the glory of God.
Amen