The New Place

Its a bit cheeky but July 7, 2007

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Birthday…

For those of you who have been really scratching your heads and agonising over what expensive and tasteful gift you might get me for my birthday on July 18th (and I am sure that is many of you); Here in lies the birthday list, all are things which we need and use at The New Place.

It doesn’t matter if people get the same things as you can never have too much of the things I’ve listed. Many thank you’s…

 

Fairtrade tea

Fairtrade coffee

Washing Up liquid

Toilet rolls (!)

 

Felt tip pens

Pencil Crayons

Wax Crayons

Children’s stickers

Colouring in books

Children’s puzzle books

 

 

OO la la June 8, 2007

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Yesterday I ate chocolate coissants bought in france a few hours earlier, for lunch i had a baguette with ham and cheese. French baguette, french ham, french cheese bought from the shops in Combourg. I had two squares of Noir extra – pur chocolat noir. I walked around with my new french bag bought from a market in Renne.

And I dreamt about being elsewhere.

 

Time to stop being a telesales Church May 28, 2007

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Its always puzzled me why churches close during holiday periods, evening services close down and day time activities stop, its like we are a school. When I was a student it drove me mad that as soon as I had some time to get involved in church everything simply stopped. Today for example, is another bank holiday and I was meant to take the day off from work. But instead this morning I went to work.

It occurs to me that if you are lonely, isolated or feeling a bit sad the one thing that would be really rubbish would be if the church was closed on a bank holiday. The one day when everything is shut, everyone is busy, the one day when the world could be incredibly empty looking seems like the perfect day for the church to be open. So this morning The New Place was open. OPEN.

I’m not saying we should work ourselves into the ground if we are involved in the church, I’m only trying to say that we are meant to be contrary and upside down, we are called to do things differently. lets think like the person who needs us the most, not think of the lie in we could have. I had a lie in yesterday, when I didn’t go to church.

Its time the church began to think creatively about how it operates. It seems the case that many of our members view church as being like work, its like having another job. You can go into churches where people talk about duty a lot or they tell you that they work so hard for the church because they feel the burden of keeping it alive.

In so many churches the members look so fed up, so tired, and honestly so pissed off with it all. Its the way people look when they’re unhappy with their jobs. And if you listen to people in churches it often doesn’t take long to hear the grumbles and the worries; it reminds me of when I worked in telesales. There’s always a seemingly unachievable target to meet, usually in the church this revolves around two things, one is money and the other is numbers.

Everything seems like such hard work and no matter what you do there’s always that one person in every congregation who will grumble and complain. Deep down I’m sure its because for them, the church has just become like another job.

If you are in a small church the feeling is compounded by phrases like “not enough workers”; and you find people in positions which they would never have naturally gravitated towards; or perhaps, sadly, you find people who are so held in by this church/ work ethic that they never get to move out of that mode into a space and place of creatively engaging with God and with others.

I wonder sometimes what it would be like, if we got rid of the roles, targets and ‘work’ of the church. What would happen if we were just a group of people who got together once a week to share stories and sing songs; what if we were a group of people who ate together and prayed together? There would be those people who would worry about who was going to tel the stories and who was going to cook the food; there would be those people who would really struggle to get away from the church/ work thing.

But if we sat on those people for a month or so until they stopped worrying and struggling, could church become something that we love to do, something that nourishes and gives us hope and laughter? As we told our stories would these people who most of the time dislike each other come to love each other, as we ate together would we realise that we wanted to spend time with each other? Would we start to open on bank holidays?

 

President Bartlett May 19, 2007

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Jed says things so well.

“You are a son-of-a-bitch, you know that? She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? “You can’t conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,” says Graham Greene. I don’t know whose ass he was kissing there ’cause I think you’re just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours except praise his glory and praise his name? There’s a tropical storm that gaining speed and power. They say we haven’t had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year, 68 crew. Do you know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn’t even carry guns, just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers the mail, that’s all it can do. Gratias tibi ago, domine (I give thanks to you, O Lord). Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I’ve committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn’t good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we’re not fighting a war, I’ve raised three children… that’s not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem! (Am I to believe those were the acts of a loving God? A just God? A wise God? To hell with your punishments! I was your servant on Earth – I spread Your word and did Your work. To hell with your punishments. To hell with you) You get Hoynes!”

 

Dear Psychopomp May 6, 2007

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Manannán mac Lir do you play tricks on me?

If I offer you yellow flowers,

will you make the ferry journey swift?

Do I get to choose who comes?

Not Azrael, but you Manannán to take me on this journey.

You can carry me (for by then it will be so)

to join the Tuatha Dé Danann under the shadow of the sidhe,

for they will protect those days.

Mannan beg mac y lir.

Manawydan fab Llyr.

Manannan mac Lir.

You will take me on Bag An Noz,

but give me time to say

Slane lhiat.

 

Translations April 25, 2007

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you are “Valued

world translation – we think what you do and who you are rocks, you’re cool and we cherish it.

church translation – we think what you do stinks but we can’t find anyone else to do it

 

Back? April 23, 2007

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You may have crept in unseen

Hidden by life lived ordinarily

Cells, like Gaza.

A microscopic battle Of small men, (for yes you are male, your aggression clear),Mini terrorists kamikaze missionaries.

Have you done battle in mute,

Wearing cloaks of invisibility?

A burglar revisiting the scene of crime.

Once not enough, have you returned to possess more land?

Left second guessing your war plan,

we await attack or retreat.

 

One Day April 17, 2007

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There's one day which starts out normal, you leave for another day at Uni thinking about the mates you're going to catch up with, the essay you haven't finished and the social plans for that evening but you find yourself hiding in a classroom frightened.

There’s one day on which you turn on your TV and can’t quite grasp the images you see before you, the carefree turned to care-full.  There's one day on which your child is caught up in a act so traumatic and frightening, you sit by the phone waiting and calling and waiting and as time passes by you feel more panic, more fear, more black sadness.   There's one day which your rage and confusion takes over so much that all you can think is to destroy.  There’s one day and its too close for comfort.

 

Sailing April 14, 2007

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What a fantastic day to go sailing, failing that what a great day to eat falafal and go on one of the boats that chugs around bristol harbour!

 

Happy Easter! April 10, 2007

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godsplot1.jpgI’m back after my Easter sabatical. It was nice but weird having a lentern fast from blogging, and much creativity took place which I’m trying to display here but apparantly my internet connection doesn’t like the photos so I will have to work on it in the next few days.  I have lots of pictures and will flickr them this week and put up a link.

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