Not Always as They Seem

How we perceive things creates our world.  But things are not always as we imagine.  A brown field site can be the most prolific nesting site for nightingales and a piece of green belt of little value to agriculture or nature.  Yet it is received wisdom that brown field sites should be built on first.

Peter Hall gave us a wonderful example of the fallibility of our perceptions in his Bible study and sermon a couple of Sundays ago.  He reminded us that there are two creation stories in Genesis, which expand, balance and even seemingly contradict one another.  Had I remembered that?  No!  He also explained the play on the Hebrew words ‘Adam’, the name given to the first human, and ‘Adamah’, the word for the red earth from which Adam is created.  There is no female form of the name Adam in Hebrew, but if there were, it would be Adamah.  Such are the subtleties contained in the creation story.

When God decides to make a ‘helper’ for the single human, it is not as a subordinate. The Hebrew word implies someone who may be an equal or, even at times, superior to the one being helped.  This aspect of the two creation stories depicts a close, loving and supportive relationship, rather than the superiority of man over woman.

So it is with nature.  We have interpreted the Biblical creation stories as putting us at the top of the tree, just below God and therefore in charge, in a position to control and exploit  the natural world.  To have dominion over things – whether people or the natural world – actually implies stewardship.  When a ruler was unable to look after his large kingdom, he appointed someone to ‘have dominion’ over it, to take care of it on his behalf.

“Did you know, Grandad, that back in the day women couldn’t vote and had to fight to be able to?”, said my 10 year old grandson.

“Yes, Tay, amazing isn’t it.  And it wasn’t till my mum, your great grandma was 13 years old that women were allowed to vote.  What’s more, from 1662 onwards, women who got married in church promised to obey their husbands and that lasted until 1928, the same year as women got the vote, when a new prayer book came out.”


“And you wouldn’t have seen many women at football matches either.”

That was the conversation we had coming home from the match at Stockport County last Saturday, where we had been sitting next to a mother and her daughter and son.  Both mother and daughter were wearing the hijab.

Chris Dawson

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It was after I had been talking to my sister about our home village that Miss Worcester came to mind.  Some people in the village were less visible than others, either because they chose to be, or because, to be honest we didn’t take much notice of them.  Miss Worcester was one of the latter.  She lived in a house at the edge of the village, a house which, after she died was left empty and gradually collapsed.  We only saw her when, dressed all in black, she emerged in her wheelchair – a sort of hand driven tricycle.  By cranking a handle in front of her, she drove a chain, which turned the wheelchair’s wheels. What an effort it must have been to get up the initial incline into the village.  Not that I thought about that then.

Miss Worcester came to mind after I’d been given an article which asked the question, ‘Who is invisible to you?’.  I began to wonder about who else had been ‘invisible’ at other stages of my life, other children at school, those who said little, didn’t answer the teachers’ questions, didn’t mix or play out with the rest of us. How did they feel? Did they long to be noticed.  Did they feel ignored?

I realised that at every stage of my life, there had been people who were ‘invisible’ to me, people I had ignored or overlooked.  Sometimes, perhaps, because they were too scary,  not my kind of people, or caused me embarrassment.  For much of the time it was because I was just too busy getting on with my own life.  Head down and lost in my world.

And what about now?  Yes, Covid has brought otherwise ignored or taken for granted people to the fore – nurses, care workers, shop assistants and shelf stackers.  But what about our everyday encounters?  Do we look up, make eye contact, smile even and say a word to those we pass or interact with? Do we engage the Big Issue seller in conversation, or, more challengingly, stop and bend to chat to the person begging in the street? Do we remember that ‘I am because you are’?  That it is through these encounters that God’s love is expressed and both of our existences affirmed.

Chris Dawson

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There is a Season

Our four year old granddaughter was upset.  Her older sister had gone back to school.  The next door neighbours had moved and with them their son, who was just the right age for a playmate and the family that had moved in had older children.  Life had changed and it wasn’t fair!

Schools went back a few weeks ago to a new term and the start of a new school year.  It was a time for youngsters to get back with friends, or to move on to High School, where much would be new and unfamiliar.  A new journey, new surroundings, new subjects, new teachers, new friendships and challenges.

This last week it was the turn of university students gearing up for the start of term, a new year and new experiences, some students returning, others setting out for the first term of their university career, many living away from home for the first time.  For parents too, it has presented a major time of change, with familiar rhythms, routines and relationships all shifting. 

A recent radio programme explored bringing up a family of triplets, two girls and a boy, with the joys and challenges of having events in the children’s lives happening simultaneously.  It also reflected the closeness of the bond between the children as well as between them and their parents.  The final episode told of how, when they left school, having grown up so close, they parted and went in different directions, two to universities and one into the world of work. 

Traditionally January, with its New Year celebrations, is a time of renewal.  But Autumn too is a new start.  As nature shows, it’s a time of letting go and new beginnings.  Letting go and letting be allows room for new things to come in:  “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven…” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

Chris Dawson 

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At Saturday teatime the prefects came round each table and gave us our Saturday Sixpences.  It was a custom from sometime back in the past that ensured everyone had some pocket money.  You could put your sixpence (the equivalent of today’s 2½p) in the Sunday morning chapel collection, spend it on a Mars bar, or pay for the Saturday night feature film put on by the school during the winter months.

Our secondary school careers started only a matter of ten years after the second World War had ended, so films featuring the War were common.  The Colditz Story showed us how the clever British POWs outwitted the German guards and camp staff by putting on a show, while the escapees climbed and crawled through the previously created escape route.  ‘My wife’s gone to the West Indies.’  ‘Jamaica?’  ‘No she went of her own accord!’  Such were the jokes accompanied by raucous laughter, that covered the escape. 

In The Dam Busters, tension built up as the scientists experimented with the idea of the ‘bouncing’ bomb and then put it into practice, destroying the Möhne and Edersee dams and flooding the Ruhr and Eder valleys with much loss of life.  The march, composed by Eric Coates, was certainly stirring and it has made its way into our hymn book. 

We knew all about marching and drill.  We dressed in uniforms and did it twice a week.  We had a Regimental Sergeant Major permanently on our staff.  Field Marshall Viscount Montgomery of Alamein was chair of Governors.  Our housemaster had been a tank commander under him and most of the rest of the staff had fought in the War.

So what has all this got to do with anything? The answer is ‘remembering’.  This past two weeks we have been doing a lot of remembering at St. George’s, both of beloved individuals and of historic events, through Heritage Day and Battle of Britain Memorial Day.  When we remember we ‘re-create’.  We don’t merely recall.  We re-create and reconnect emotionally with people and events.  It may mean that we look back with nostalgia, or that we go forward with gratitude.  It may mean that we simply re-affirm things and stay where we are.  At best it will mean that we reflect, re-assess and renew our resolve to live out the message of the Gospel.

Chris Dawson

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Going for Inner Gold

The Olympics and the Paralympics are over.  Medals have been won and the athletes are  back home.  The party’s over, but the pilgrimages continue.   

It may seem strange to use the word ‘pilgrimage’, a journey with a sense of purpose, to a destination that is of significance to us, a journey that takes time, and on the way tests us, gives us opportunities for greater self-awareness and a sense of achievement and fulfilment. 

Perhaps sport is not our thing.  We didn’t like it at school and haven’t bothered with it since.  We may wonder what the point is of going round and round a track on a cycle or making a horse prance around a ring, of riding a skateboard up and down a set of slopes, or ploughing up and down a fifty metre pool?  Yet, in that search for gold, many life lessons will have been offered on the way.  The athletes will have suffered slips and falls – sometimes literally.  It’s easy for us to forget that they are, like us, human beings on a journey. 

Two bouts of Covid within 18 months put gold medal winning swimmer Tom Dean out of action.  He had to recover, start again and rebuild his strength and fitness before he could compete.  American sprinter Alysson Felix values the bronze medal she won in Tokyo above all the golds and silvers she had won in previous Olympics. In the light of recovery from life-saving surgery during pregnancy, she says that she doesn’t really rank her medals, “but this one is just so different.”  Polish javelin thrower Maria Andrejczyk  missed out on a medal in 2016 by two centimetres.  She won silver in Tokyo having suffered serious injury and a diagnosis of bone cancer on the way.  Hearing about a sick child needing to raise funds for treatment in the US, she offered her medal for auction.  The funds were raised.  “This silver can save lives instead of collecting dust in a closet…The true value of a medal always remains in the heart.”

So, like all these athletes, “…let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us…” and, in our case, “ looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith…” (Hebrews 12:1-2)

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A Fanfare for the Makers

Worcester Cathedral stands above a gentle bend in the River Severn, its square tower rising above a belt of trees.  On a calm August day, people walk along the tow path, some ambling, some clearly exercising.  A hundred or more white swans paddle up and down this section of the river, some singly, but mostly in large groups, all hoping a passer by will throw food to them.  More often than not the screaming gulls beat them to the feast.

It is a very English scene.  Tranquil, with a hint of Autumn in the air.  The Cathedral too is peaceful, lofty and full of light, its stone easy on the eye, neutral coloured with tinges of green and  pinky red.  Huge windows are filled with brightly coloured stained glass.  Light streams in from the clerestory above the nave arches.  The woodworkers’ and carvers’ arts are reflected in the choir and clergy stalls. 

The Cathedral was built at intervals between the years 1084 and 1504, its architecture reflecting every style of English architecture developed over those 500 or so years, from Norman to Perpendicular Gothic, with all the features of that steady development.  Yes, but who built the cathedral?  We know the names of those responsible for each stage of the design, but not the craftsmen.  The Cathedral walls are covered in memorials to the ‘good and the great’, but none of them to stonemasons.

The choir assembles in the cloisters beyond the south door and processes up the main aisle to take their places in the ornate choir stalls.  The sound of their singing lingers with the echo. The sound of Evensong on the late afternoon air.  A sound heard since the Reformation.  A sound that is spiritually uplifting and inspiring.  A sound that ultimately passes into the ether and is gone.

“The History of Worcester Cathedral is the history of England”, says the Cathedral website.   Yes the Cathedral reflects the religious and political history of England.  Benedictine monks walked the cloisters until Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries, King John, of Magna Carta fame, is buried here and the Battle of Worcester brought an end to the Civil War.  Yet what of those who built the Cathedral?  Were they, like the porcelain artists in the factory round the corner, forbidden to sign their work?  Or, hidden high up on a finely cut stone will we find a mason’s initials or low down under a seat, the initials of a master carver?

(The title for this piece is borrowed from Louis Macneice’s poem of that name in which he celebrates the meaning of making.)

Chris Dawson

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Blessed are those who bring hope

In front of me sits an emerald coloured wine glass.  Its tulip shaped bowl squats on a short stem, moulded to a slightly too small round base. Everything is just off centre and the texture of the glass is wavy and rough with bubbles.  You could use it as a medieval wine goblet in a Morality play.  Or as a chalice for an impromptu celebration of Communion.

I bought it in Church Street, Hereford, many years ago.  Church Street is a narrow, picturesque street leading up to the cathedral.  The sort of place that attracts visitors and tourists window shopping and picking up mementos of their visit to the city and the cathedral.  There it was, with a selection of other pieces of glassware, on a table, in a shop window.  A shop that sold not glassware, but oriental carpets.  An elegant card explained how the glassware came to be on sale there.

The shop owner regularly visited the producers of the rugs he sold and bought the rugs directly from them.  This included visiting producers in Afghanistan.  In 1979 the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan and stayed there for ten years, before pulling out.  When the tanks rolled in, they ploughed into a glass making factory that had been producing glass for 500 years and squashed it flat.  The family who owned the glass works were known to the rug buyer and when he met up with them, he made them an offer.  “I will be back in a year and I will buy whatever items you manage to make in that time.”

As promised, he went back in a year’s time.  The glassmakers had gathered up all the pieces of broken glass, recycled them, and remade them.  In total they had created 10,000 pieces.  A kind of resurrection.

Chris Dawson

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Managing time, managing me

I was amused when Elaine, in her sermon last Sunday, told of a time management course for clergy which had overrun.  This in turn had led to a late lunch and, not surprisingly, disgruntled participants.  Those running the course had not managed themselves, because, in truth we cannot ‘manage time’.  Time management is about self-management. 

As measured by our clocks and watches, we all have the same amount of hours in a day.  Depending on our circumstances, we all have some room for choice within those hours.  We may be constrained to an extent by the duties and expectations of our workplace.  We are also constrained and controlled by our ‘drivers’ – those shoulds, musts, oughts and got tos we have grown up with that tell us how to behave.  There are many of them: be perfect, be good, finish what you’ve started, do what you said you’d do, get everything right, put others first, be the best….  Yet, Jesus only gave us one command – one driver, if you like: Love God and love your neighbour as yourself.  A  teaching that is more about relationships and ‘being’ than about ‘doing’.

As Elaine mentioned, Radio 2’s theme for the day was ‘relaxation’.  Relaxation can suggest ‘time off’, but actually, whatever we are doing, life is more pleasurable and we are more effective when we are calm and relaxed. But our drivers don’t easily let us relax.  They think that they are doing a good job in urging us on!  So can we acknowledge that?  Then can we be kind and compassionate towards ourselves and particularly towards those parts of us that want to drive us on?  At the same time, can we recognise that allowing our drivers to rule our lives is not in our deeper interests? 

To be able to relax requires us to come into the present and to pay attention to ourselves.  We are not used to it. Often we would rather distract ourselves with activity than relax.  But attention is love and giving ourselves some attention is the basis for responding to the only driver that really matters.

Chris Dawson

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Just passing through

Our front room window looks directly out on to a Rowan tree.  Although it is only August, it is already covered in ripe, orange berries.  The other morning I drew back the curtains and there was movement in the tree.  Nothing unusual.  I’m used to a blackbird or two  sitting on a branch and pulling at the bright orange berries.  They nested in next door’s hedge, so several youngsters are trying their luck, as well as the adults.

Then I realised that there was movement all over the tree, the leaves flickering and bouncing as birds flitted from branch to branch, some spotting insects, others grabbing the berries.  Two nuthatches, a trio of long tailed tits, a blue tit or two, a couple of blackbirds and a bunch of sparrows were all there together, searching and feeding.  Then suddenly the scene was over.  Off they went, the blackbirds to the trees across the road, the smaller birds in a posse on down the road.  They were just passing through.

In Tales of the Hasidim, the philosopher Martin Buber tells the story of a tourist from America visiting a renowned Polish Rabbi, Hofetz Chaim.  He was astonished to see that the rabbi’s home was only a simple room filled with books and furnished with a table and a bench.

“Rabbi, where is your furniture?” asked the tourist.

“Where is yours?” replied Hofetz Chaim.

“Mine?” asked the puzzled tourist.  “But I’m only passing through.”

“So am I,” said the rabbi.

Chris Dawson

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What has Covid done for me? Positives and Opportunities

6 March 2021 Lent Breakfast.

When someone spoke in hushed tones of the BIG C, they were invariably speaking about Cancer but the BIG C that has held the headlines in recent times is Coronavirus.

A virus that has swept the planet, impacted on every community and has changed the way we think and live.

There is much that we can say about the pain, anxiety and trauma that this has caused us and that should be respected and understood, but perhaps there are other things we might learn from it.

Perhaps take a couple of minutes to reflect on what that might mean for us.

Try and set aside the negative images that crowd into our mind when coronavirus is mentioned.

Allow a light to shine on those aspects of this past year which have been helpful, affirming and even inspiring.  

Let’s open ourselves to the possibility of having been changed in some way for the better.

Thinking about the Big C – Coronavirus,

Let’s break it down into the perfect number 7.

  • Courageous
  • Creative
  • Compassionate
  • Curious
  • Conversations
  • Charismatic
  • Community

To begin with:

  • Courageous
    • Front line workers – only doing their job?
    • Hospital staff
    • Community care staff
    • Funeral directors, crematorium and cemetery staff
    • Teachers
    • Others
  • Creative
    • Ukulele
    • Painting
    • Baking
    • Trying something new
    • Returning to something we always meant to do
    • Services and events
  • Compassionate
    • Kindness
    • People being willing to step out of their comfort zone – telephone buddies.
    • Funky Monkey – wanting to make a difference.
    • People greeting each other as they walk past.
    • Chaplaincy and other staff holding phones and screens so that loved ones can speak especially towards the end of life.
  • Curious
    • To stop and view the world around us.
    • Taking time to look and really see, to listen and to really hear.
    • To encounter.
    • To investigate things, we’d noticed in passing, but now have the opportunity to delve deeper.
  • Conversations
    • We have caught up with people that used to only be on our Christmas card list.
    • We have spent the time saying important things to people; people who were sick, people who were estranged, people who were at the back of our minds.
    • We have written cards and letters and have been blessed to receive them.
    • We have phoned, texted, face timed, Skyped and Zoomed even though this time last year hardly any of us would have heard of it.
    • We have shared precious times, held regular ukulelethons (in my case) and family conferences
    • We have discussed baptisms, weddings and funerals with people.
    • We have run courses and meetings.
    • We have said goodbye.
  • Charismatic
    • Captain Tom Moore inspired us to do things we believed we couldn’t.
      • His 100 laps walk using his Zimmer frame will be etched on our minds along with his phrases:
      • The Sun shall shine on you again
      • Tomorrow will be a good day
    • Marcus Rashford inspired people to get behind the eradication of Child Poverty. During the Coronavirus epidemic).
      • In March 2020, he teamed up with the poverty and food waste charity, FareShare to deliver meals to those in the Greater Manchester area who were no longer receiving free school meals as well as children who attended community centres and breakfast clubs.
      • This went nationwide by 11 June 2020 to 3 million children and he wrote to the Government 2 days later calling them to end UK child poverty. A day later, the Government announced a change in policy regarding an extension to free school meals during the school holidays.
      • He began using his Twitter account to promote cafés, individual people and local business offering assistance to FareShare to help the impoverished around the country.
      •  On 8 November, it was announced that, because of Rashford’s campaign, the government would be providing funding of almost £400m over the next 12 months to support the cost of food and household bills to poor families.
      •  At the end of the month, former Manchester United manager Alex Ferguson and venture capitalist Michael Moritiz pledged to double any donations through a Christmas fundraising appeal set up by Rashford in conjunction with the Times newspaper. The campaign had raised over £2.7 million by the beginning of January.
      • St George’s School meal vouchers for the Funky Monkey.
  • Community
    • We have been community in ways not seen for many years.
    • We have celebrated and grieved together.
    • We have looked out for each other.
    • We have got to know each other despite the restrictions.
    • We have trusted each other.
      • Community can only be built at the speed of trust Cormac Russell

We rejoice in the many positives and opportunities that we have discovered through coronavirus but we know that this isn’t always immediately possible for everyone to be in that position so please do speak to someone should you need to talk things through.

Elaine Chegwin Hall

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