Readings – Hebrews 13:1–8, 15–16; Luke 14:1,7–14
“When you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind.”
On Friday, I accompanied Mike our churchwarden up into the tower, so he could have a look at why our church clock is currently broken and take some photos to send off to the experts. Having arrived here, as many of you will remember, in very strange lockdown circumstances, this was my first trip up the tower. This was therefore the first chance I had to see the wonderful Norman stone-carving in the bell-ringers’ chamber. It is of the same pattern as the stonework behind me in the chancel, but unlike the stonework on this level, it is essentially untouched by later restoration. What is remarkable is that the people who carved it must have known that, six metres or so up in the tower, it would be seen by very few people. Yet that seemed not to matter, as they were doing the work for the glory of God. In a strange way, it seems to be beauty created for its own sake that moves us most deeply; it seems to be the things that nourish us most emotionally do so precisely because they have not been made to be useful.
There is, to me, something about the depth of time here in St John’s that puts everything in perspective; the events these stones have witnessed put our present day troubles in their proper context. It is not that we do not face grave problems, but it helps to be reminded that people have always faced grave problems, and people have always, at their best, transcended them. Yet there is something more than that in the air here – it feels like prayer has been soaked into the stones, as if the way people have prayed here and celebrated the Eucharist here over nearly 1,000 years has worn thin the barrier between this world and what lies beyond.
I don’t know about you, but I can hardly bear to listen to the news at the moment. The world faces profound problems, and it feels like our political system has seized up entirely in the face of those problems. It is fairly obvious that there is going to have to be some tremendous re-configuration of our energy supply, and the response from our leaders seems to be to act like a rabbit in the headlights. For example, I have yet to hear any politician levelling with the public about the scale of very disruptive infrastructure work that will be needed, both to deal with climate change and to reduce our vulnerability to the like of Mr Putin. Beyond fears of climate disaster, many of us fear acutely and with good reason that we will be left poverty-stricken over this winter. One feels entirely powerless in the face of it.
