another hazelnut

OK — I’m going to risk the cries of ‘how did you not know that?’ to tell you about what I’ve been listen to on the way home from Tesco’s. By random chance, I landed on Radio Scotland’s programme Real American Folk, where the guest tonight was Catherine Lavin.

My knowledge of American Folk music is limited. It comes mostly from a local radio folk show that’s on as I drive home from church when I’m in the States. It’s the sort of programme where you might get one good song for every 15 minutes of badly presented announcements. But it’s Sunday and I’ve just been to church, so I try not to shout back at the radio too much.

But I do block out whatever the presenter tells me. So tonight, Catherine Lavin came to me as an unknown name attached to a vaguely familiar voice. She was wonderful. She writes clever, perceptive songs that kept me laughing across the Clyde and rang true.

If you don’t know her, take advantage of the BBC’s Listen Again to hear tonight’s show (her bit was from 9 -10pm). You may need to wait till tomorrow unless you want to hear last week’s show. Her website is here, but she is a better songwriter than webmaster.

funeral frustration

Here’s another little plug for your local independent funeral director instead of the big well known firm.

This morning’s conversation with the man from the big firm:

him: So at the end of the service, I’ll go to the front and thank you on behalf of the family, tell them where the reception is, and tell them about the donations box.

me:   (surprised, and trying to go gently) Oh, I’ve not encountered that before.  I don’t think there’s any need.  There’s a notice about donations and the reception in the service booklet, and I can give them a reminder earlier in the service.  That way at the end of the service the family can have a few minutes of quiet as they listen to the music they have chosen.

him: OK, so you’ll tell them about the donation and hotel at  the end, and then I’ll come up and thank you.

me:  no, that’s really not necessary.  The end of the service is a time for quiet and prayer.

him:  Well, I usually come up and thank the minister.

me:  There is no need to.  That is a time for prayer and not for announcements.  It would change the dynamic of the service to start speaking again.

him:  It wouldn’t change anything at all.  That is what I always do.

At this point, I have to confess I gave up.  This has been the most difficult funeral I’ve ever done because no one is listening to anyone, and each has a different story.

So, this one time I will suppress my liturgical common sense and let him do it.  And next time, I will be able say with authority, ‘No, I have tried it that way.  It doesn’t work.’

I don’t expect the undertaker to understand the liturgical choices one makes.  I do expect him to know that there are choices to be made, and that making them is my job not his.

Does every minister go through this, I wonder, or are Piskie and C of S funerals really so different that the undertaker has come to believe that it’s his job to get the family to choose the hymns, arrange music before and after, and decide how the service ends?

a little thing

 

hazel

After 15 years of dipping in and out of Mother Julian’s Revelations, I have finally seen a hazelnut. I know, I know — I must have seen them before. But I didn’t know they were hazelnuts, since I didn’t recognize the tree. So I have never known how luminous, how very soft, how lovely they are.

And so much more world like in their fragility. Julian must have had a green nut in mind, existing because it is loved.

It was at this time that our Lord showed me spiritually how intimately he loves us. I saw that he is everything that we know to be good and helpful. In his love he clothes us, enfolds us and embraces us; that tender love completely surrounds us, never to leave us As I saw it he is everything that is good.

And he showed me more, a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, on the palm of my hand, round like a ball. I looked at it thoughtfully and wondered, ‘What is this?’ And the answer came, ‘It is all that is made.’ I marvelled that it continued to exist and did not suddenly disintegrate; it was so small. And again my mind supplied the answer, ‘it exists, both now and for ever, because God loves it.’ In short, everything owes its existence to the love of God.

–Mother Julian, First Revelation

suggestions please

One of the blogs I stumbled across one day was Sailing to Byzantium. Most days, I never get beyond reading a small circle of Scottish Piskie blogs, but I read Sailing occasionally because of the patent honesty of the author’s spiritual quest. So here’s the thing. He’s looking for the moderate voice of Anglicanism in the blogosphere: no shouting, no extremes. Blogs that will actually help on the spiritual journey (my words, not his).

My reading is so biased towards Scotland that I don’t know who to suggest.

So, I’m hoping you can help.

I have a (very) few suggestions below the fold. Please add others in the comments. Continue reading “suggestions please”