Go to the end of the road...

When we borrowed Paul’s car to drive to Canberra and back, “Jane” came along. She is a GPS navigator and gave us a lot of good advice about which way to drive and when to turn. Especially in the cities when the navigation got a bit complex.

A few times we went the wrong way and after about five seconds she would speak up “Turn around and go back”. If we ignored her advice for two or three intersections she would watch what we were doing and then give us new directions: “In 200 metres, turn right” and would get us back onto a slightly different route to the same ultimate destination.

The one I liked best was when we turned onto a side street to grab a bite to eat. When we started again Jane spoke up immediately “Go to the end of the road and turn right.” Not “go back” this time, but “turn right”. She knew better than we did that we could get back to the main road by turning right instead of making a tricky U-turn.

There must be a moral in there someplace. It’s not a bad instruction for the whole of life. Especially for someone with terminal cancer. “Go to the end of the road and turn Right”

I like that.

The last post from the GW Tour

Today we collect the last “Golden Wedding” signatures on the Big Card. Sydney family and friends will bring the total to around 125. It’s a very special record of people who are important to us.

We’ve had a marvellous time of renewing friendships and experiencing the changes in the lives of those who have been a part of our adventures during the last half century. We’ve relaxed a lot, read quite a bit and I’ve straightened out some of the more tortuous prose in my life story.

Tomorrow we start the last trip. We should be back in our own bed by late on Friday. It will be good to be home. And, especially, it will be good to rejoin our small church for services over the weekend. That fellowship is what makes our distant life in Paihia so important to us.

The tour is over. Life goes on.

Our warmest love to all who have made this journey with us.

On Authority…

On the NZ Methodist “Liberal Society” email net, Ken Russell says “there is a most urgent task waiting to be done for the integrity of Methodism, and it needs our best scholars to do it. It is to clearly teach the difference between biblical and gospel authority.”
Ken is right that the task needs to be done. I think, however, that it will not be done by the “best scholars” if we are thinking only in academic terms. The “scholars” who really shaped the church I grew up in were the lay leaders who grappled with the implications of biblical literalism and said No. They were the faithful who listened to their sometimes pretty boring clergy and distilled from them the essence of a faith that was complex to explain but made serious connections with real life.
They were no doubt encouraged by ministers who wrote and spoke with clarity in church magazine and pulpit from over 100 years ago. But it was largely untrained lay people hungering after truth in a challenging age who imbued mid-20th century NZ Methodism with a sense of “gospel” authority. And they understood that it did not depend on a literal interpretation of scripture.
Any renaissance of that spirit of Methodism will require a kind of revolution from those kinds of people. We need the flaxroots theologians as well as the ivory-tower variety. It’s time for ordinary church members who have been silent in the onslaught of biblical literalism to stand up and say No.

The Great GW Tour Moves On

On Saturday we hoisted the big golden “50” decoration for another gathering, this time in the Auckland region.
In this group of thirty or so there were people who first met us in every place where we have lived except one. And we had Heather, the flower girl (“It was my day, really”) and Alan, the organist from the wedding day itself.
A dying laptop battery and a road accident (not any of us) held the proceedings up for a few minutes but we still took the time to flick through the 250 photos of our married life. We then shared a few laughs, more good refreshments and much, much conversation.
How rich we are to have good friendships that can be rekindled across the decades in a few words exchanged over a savoury and a cuppa. How blessed to live in an age in which, with a small amount of inconvenience and expense for travel, we can touch base with so many people over a few weeks.
But the golden balloons which I salvaged from Paihia last week all exploded one after the other as I tried to blow them up to re-use them. Perhaps there’s a moral here – maybe we can’t base today’s life just on last week’s successes.
Perhaps not even a golden wedding is a guarantee that all will be well in the future. Watch this space!

Not much wrong with the prognosis, but…

In an interesting commentary on UM PORTAL Donald Haynes of Hood Theological Seminary has highlighted the rapidly approaching crisis for the small church in USA Methodism.He speaks of the rising cost of stipends, insurance and pensions and of the dwindling number of older, serious, givers among the membership. He recirculates a series of "creative proposals" that were considered in the 1950s and pleads for "a resurgence of innovative and creative commitment to the people who brought us to the dance."' Our heritage, he says,is in the smaller-membership church.

In my view his analysis fails to identify the central issue. It's not the rising cost of clergy nor the inability or unwillingness of people to pay for them. The problem is the clergy. We pastors have conspired with our people in what I call the heretical principle that trained, ordained experts must be personally engaged in frontline ministry in every small congregation. So the answers of the 1950s, as he presents them, were all to do with spreading ordained people more thinly to "cover" every situation. No denomination can do that indefinitely.

Local Shared Ministry starts from a totally different perspective. It is “innovative and creative” and it certainly represents total commitment of the judicatory to the people of the small church. But essentially it invites commitment from the people. It declares that the ministry of the local community belongs to the whole people of God in that setting. If they don't have a fat budget and can't afford to employ a minister - or even a portion of one – the denomination must offer a strategy that enables them to get on with their mission with the resources that they have among their own membership.

LSM tells us that trained clergy can best help these congregations best by withdrawing from personal engagement in that ministry and concentrating all their skills, education and energies on enabling the local leadership to do it well themselves. It’s not a matter of walking away and leaving them to it. Last Sunday (see my previous post) Bev and I saw the results of that. But when the denomination is able to free, challenge and enable the local people, everyone’s paradigm of ministry is changed.

Hayes' article: http://www.umportal.org/article.asp?id=6081

Sunday morning we starved

Our whimsical Theological College Principal, EW Hames, in talking about Heaven and Hell used to say, “a saint would manage to find something good about being in hell, and the devil would absolutely hate being in heaven – he wouldn’t know the tunes or how to hold his harp.”

If the leaders of the rural community church Bev and I attended yesterday knew me, they’d probably have concluded – as others have done before them – that I had horns and a tail. But in their little bit of evangelical heaven I didn’t know the tunes, I frankly disbelieved that the pus which flowed from a man’s arm was liquified cancer and I didn’t care for taking communion with no confession/absolution, no Eucharistic prayer, no words of institution but a just a couple of prayers that were "given for" the bread and the cup.

No doubt the faithful were confirmed in their faith but – again in the words of EW Hames, I think it's likely that “an unbeliever would have been confirmed in unbelief.” Well, that’s OK - worship is for the faithful. And we all have different tastes.

I think I was prepared for something that wasn’t my style. I was not surprised to encounter a very conservative theology. I didn’t count on a personal welcome from a remote church which probably never sees a visitor. But if what we experienced yesterday were the only outcome of trusting lay people to minister to the worship needs of the community the Christian cause would be at some risk in today's world.

There is a better way: Local Shared Ministry takes up the challenge, but with a structure, a strategy and support that enables faith and competence in ministry to grow together.

Sunday morning we had a feast...

Rosalie, the Methodist District Co-Superintendent presided at the commissioning of our four newly called team members on Sunday. With well-chosen words she saw to it that the Gospel for the Day stirred our consciences and prompted us to renew our commitment. The singing, even in a new and rather difficult hymn, was breathtakingly inspiring.
Hohaia Matthews, of Tai Tokerau and a Uniting Church in Australia minister, enthused us with his impassioned account of the work being done with the Aboriginal and Islander Congress in Port Augusta, SA.
We then had a cuppa and reconvened at 11am for another of our parish’s “forty minute” Annual Meetings. Ann chaired with her usual style and good humour and we listened to crisp reports on every part of the parish’s life. Elections highlighted the willingness of two new associate members to step up as Secretary and Treasurer.
Bev and I then flicked through the slides of our fifty years together and contributed a light “celebration” lunch and cut up another section of the "incredible four-in-one travelling cake". Another couple of dozen people signed the big card.
Vanessa, our new Fellowship Coordinator on the Team, went to a lot of trouble to make this occasion very special for us and for the congregation.
As well as celebrating our Golden Wedding, the lunch was our Thank You to the congregation that has been the spiritual centre of our lives together for the last eighteen years. In blessing Bev and me with its willingess to experiment with Local Shared Ministry, this parish has blessed itself with leadership which has appeared from nowhere. It has called out gifts that - under a more traditional strategy of ministry - might never have been recognised.
Sunday morning we had a feast...

Degrees and Debt and Burning Couches

New Zealand’s first university was established in Dunedin because the founders of the region believed in the value of education for their children and their children’s children.
Their commitment, out of sometimes meagre resources in the growing province, was for an institution that would benefit future generations. They recognised a need to put something in place for the future. Otago University stands today as a symbol of that investment in the future.
However, these days there is a different attitude in the air. Two-thirds of today’s students have to burden their personal future with debt averaging $29,000 in order to gain an education.
Ironically, we ask students to undertake this commitment when, as we now know, the prefrontal parts of their brains that deal with outcomes and consequences and the future, are not yet fully developed. Even more ironically, lack of this specific development will also make it likely that they will sometimes be socially irresponsible about drinking and a spot of disruption in the streets.
At a recent meeting of Dunedin’s University Club the speaker pointed out that our attitude to student debt needs to change. However, he said, Jesus didn’t propose to change society – he invited people to change themselves.
In this age of greed and consumerism - even in education - perhaps we need to think about that.

The flowers are fading but the memories live on!

We had a wonderful gathering at Bev’s sister Joyce’s new home the Sunday of Labour Weekend. Another section of Robyn's and Joan’s Four-in-One Cake was ceremonially cut and we shared tasty food and good conversation about our shared interests and convictions. A great time…
This group was probably the most disparate we will find on the Great Golden Wedding Tour. There were friends from Waiwhetu days of more than half a century ago and others from parishes and other appointments we held during our married life. It was fascinating to see the links that several were able to make with each other.
On the Tuesday we bought a 1998 Forester to replace the homely old Townace as our caravan-puller. It gave us a great – and economical - ride home over the next few days. Next weekend there will be another celebration with the congregation where we find ourselves so much “at home”. Then in a couple of weeks we will be having another event in Auckland and going on to Sydney and Canberra.
Along the way we have visited many individuals who, for one reason and another, were not able to come to any of our gatherings. In one place we were struck by a remark made by one of them, that we are "a minority". Well, if the rich and full life we cherish so much involves not going along with the majority in some things, that’s OK by us.

The Golden Wedding Tour turns comedic...

A few days after the Dunedin gathering for our GW there was a different kind of gathering as the three congregations of the Peninsula parish of the Anglican church met for our murder mystery dinner. Bev and I got another huge buzz out of leading this.

The local suspects played their roles beautifully and the 50 players had a ball. The after-church conversations next morning were, apparently, still buzzing with enthusiasm. And the ticket charge of $30 resulted in $1500 being raised for their chosen charities, a very satisfactory outcome, thanks to our friend Joan Carter’s generous catering for the magnificent meal.
An interesting sidelight is that two of the three Peninsula congregations have Local Shared Ministry teams and the third has a part-time stipendiary priest who is also enabler for the teams. Usually, an enabler would be engaged from outside the parish, but, as with our own parish at the moment, this is not the case. It’s the kind of flexible response that is possible with LSM as part of the ministry strategy mix.