Michaelmas: Fighting the bad guys.

Let’s mark Martin Luther King Day by asking how we can better value other people in 2022 - and seek an end to the practices and systems that dehumanise so many.

The first time that Wallsend came across my radar, as I was just finishing school in my hometown Scunthorpe, was in the Sting song, ‘All This Time.’ Sting – or Gordon Sumner, as he was called when growing up in Wallsend – wrote the song about the death of his father. My favourite verse is this one: “The teachers told us, the Romans built this place; They built a wall and a temple, and an edge of the empire garrison town. They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods, But the stone gods did not make a sound; And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left, Were the stones the workmen found.” The Roman Empire, like the British Empire and so many others in history, saw itself as a great, unshakable civilisation that was uniquely blessed by God. Yet as Sting’s song points out, its gods and its certainties crumbled and fell and we now go and look at them in museums like Segedunum. The writer of Psalm 102 spoke of a time of great distress, anxiety and sadness in his life. He was so distraught and depressed that he was wasting away, losing his appetite and unable to look after himself: “My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food. In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.” (verses 4-5). Misery was so much part of him that he said, “I eat ashes as my food, and mingle my drink with tears.” Life feels very fragile and fleeting to him – "My days are like the evening shadow, I wither away like grass” , he puts it in verse 11. We can all relate to that at some time in life, when things get so hard we feel we can’t go on, that there’s nothing positive in the future for us. Where does the writer of the Psalm find consolation and comfort? As he continues, “But you, Lord, sit enthroned forever; your renown endures through all generations.” Our human lives and loved ones, plans, jobs, buildings and countries pass away. The trust we put in other people, families, governments, institutions and even churches is so often disappointed. But how wonderful that we can place our trust and hope in the everlasting God who reigns and rules forever. Not only that: this great God “will respond to the prayer of the destitute, he will not despise their plea” (v.17). His character never changes, he is just and merciful and tender and patient and loving, and will sustain us through all eternity. Let us trust in him when our days seem dark.

How do we not just get through our disrupted pandemic times, but live joyfully and well through them? This summer I grew lots of pots of tomatoes, potatoes and beans on my patio. The most productive was a hanging basket of tomatoes. But because it was a small pot, and because I sometimes forgot to water it, it dried out very quickly on hot days. The stalks and leaves would wilt and the whole plant look very sorry. At times I feared I’d killed it. But when I gave it a thorough emergency water it would revive and it would spring up again in a few hours. The psalms is a collection of songs and poems in the Bible. Psalm 1 begins using similar imagery about well-watered plants to describe people who thrive and lead good lives: 1 Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, 2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. 3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers. Palestine is much hotter and drier than Tyneside, so this image of a plant reaching down into sources of water is a striking one. For the psalmist, delighting in scripture and meditating on it is the key practice of the godly person, it is how God sustains them and enables them to live a vibrant life of faith. It is like the source of water that enables my tomato plant to thrive during hot weather. Note, this is a positive meditating on scripture (reading, reflecting, and praying it back to God), not a negative emptying of the mind. New Scientist recently reported on research finding that a significant number of people who used currently-fashionable mindfulness meditation techniques actually suffered a worsening of their mental health. In contrast, Christian meditation is not emptying our minds, but rather it is opening ourselves to the life-giving words and presence of our creator. We do this by reading the Bible prayerfully every day, by regularly exposing ourselves to good books, blogs, sermons, and talks about the Bible, and discussing it with brothers and sisters in the church. If we don’t do that, our walk with God can easily become dry, formal, and unenjoyable. Find what works for you. Use a daily reading plan and notes like those made by Scripture Union , or work out your own one. Recently I’ve enjoyed online services from Redeemer Downtown church in New York, and the virtual Keswick Convention. If you’re new to our church site, I recommend our pre-recorded online services as short and accessible ways to help you meditate on scripture. I write this on August 31st, the anniversary of the death of the great Baptist preacher John Bunyan, who wrote Pilgrim’s Progress and about 60 other books, many of which are still read three and a half centuries on. Some of this work was done while he was in prison for his faith – this was no easy life. What was his secret? CH Spurgeon nailed it when he said of Bunyan , “ Prick him anywhere; and you will find that his blood is Biblical , the very essence of the Bible flows from him… his soul is full of the Word of God. " That was how he sustained his life and was able to write such joyful books from the ‘lockdown’ of prison. Can the same be said of us? Peace – Nick

Latest reflections post delivered by Nick Megoran.

We are a baptist church, part of the Northern Baptist Association, and the national Baptist Union. The following statement comes from the Baptist union and can be found on their website https://www.baptist.org.uk/Articles/579501/George_Floyd_our.aspx The inhumane and merciless brutality demonstrated towards George Floyd last week was an appalling act of injustice and reveals yet again the ugly reality of deeply ingrained institutional racism in the USA. The authentic response of a people who follow a God who delights in justice and righteousness is to stand together in solidarity and protest in the face of such insidious evil. The death of George Floyd must also drive us to some serious heart-searching of our own. The spotlight is not simply shining on 'them over there' but also on us here in our own context. Baptists Together hold a common value; that we are a Movement which shares a hunger for God’s coming Kingdom and seeks to confront evil, injustice and hypocrisy and challenges worldly attitudes to power, wealth, status and security both within and beyond our Union. Right now God is presenting us with the opportunity to grow more deeply into this value and, in doing so, to unleash a prophetic call and presence in our communities and nations. It is so important that you read carefully and take to heart the articles and reflections that express the angry and frustrated voice of the oppressed and also of those who are in solidarity with them. The time for superficial platitudes and excuses really is well and truly over. My plea is that we seize this moment and take some giant leaps forward in terms of becoming the kind of Kingdom Movement that God is calling us towards – beautiful, just, loving and rejoicing in the richness of the global church and the whole of humanity. See the website page above for other relevant reflections and statements.

The pandemic reminds us that, as humans, we are much more frail and weak than we like to think. At the time of writing, there have been almost 5 million reported Covid-19 cases worldwide. Just three months ago the virus was confined to one part of China, but despite of all our efforts to control, prevent or cure it, it has reached every country on earth apart from a few Pacific Island nations and Turkmenistan and North Korea (if we can trust the governments of those two countries, which I don’t). The majority of people who contract Covid-19 survive. But it would not be hard to imagine a virus emerging that was far more deadly and which, despite our best efforts, we could not stop from wiping out much of humanity in a short space of time. In the Bible, the prophet Isaiah said this: “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah’s words ring in my ears at this time. We like to think that we are invincible, as individuals (‘nothing is going to stop me!’) and as civilisations (‘We can master this world through our scientific achievements and wealth’). But the truth is we are indeed weak and frail. However, this frailty should not lead us to despair or fear. On the contrary, as John Scott’s lovely old hymn Immortal, Invisible puts it: “We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree / And wither and perish, but nought changeth Thee.” Being reminded of our own weakness leads us to the worship and praise of our everlasting God, because “the word of our God stands forever.” He is unchanging and his character is constant, always loving of his people and mighty to save. He alone is a dependable foundation on which to build our lives and face eternity. In the first chapter of his first letter in the New Testament, Peter quotes this passage from Isaiah and says, “you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God” (v23). Because Jesus died for our sins and rose again to make us right with God, we know that if we believe in him we have everlasting life and do not need to be afraid of our frailty and weakness. Instead, it points us to joyfully praise the unchanging God of Heaven: Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Conclusion to our Big Questions

In the Bible, Ecclesiastes 3: 11 says that God “has put eternity in their hearts .” It’s an intriguing verse, that is usually interpreted to mean that each of us has a God-given, in-built sense that there’s more to life than what we can see. We know deep down that the material life of been born, keeping alive and reproducing the species, and then dying, isn’t what life’s essentially about. We all yearn for something more – for value, for purpose, for meaning, for justice. Even people who say that they are atheists sense that yearning and fill it with something else –career, pleasure, shopping, relationships, good work, etc. These never satisfy. As Christians, we know who the source of that yearning is, and who alone can satisfy it – God, revealed to us in Jesus Christ. As Saint Augustine famously prayed, ‘You made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you.’ We can try and forget this sense of ‘eternity’, but the nagging questions about value, purpose and meaning never go away. At a time like this it is harder than ever to forget them. Questions like ‘What’s the purpose of life?’, ‘What happens after I die?’, ‘Is God there?’, ‘Why do bad things happen?’ and ‘Am I in control of my destiny?’ are simply harder to avoid at the moment. Francis Thomson (1859-1907), was an opium addict living rough in London, who came to faith in God after years of evading these ‘big questions.’ He wrote about this in his famous poem where he depicts God as ‘The hound of heaven’ in pursuit of him: I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbèd pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— ‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’ In these difficult times, we may sense ‘the hound’ hot on our heels as we think about life’s big questions. At the end of the poem, Francis encounters ‘the hound’ personally, as God says to him: All which thy child’s mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!... ‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, I am He Whom thou seekest! Is the hound on our heels, too? Peace - Nick