Minister’s Message – October 16, 2022

I’m sure that we’ve all seen the film of “The Snowman”, based on the book by Raymond Briggs who died earlier this year. This enchanting film first appeared on Christmas Eve 1982 and has been shown every year since, which means that it’s now delighting the grandchildren of the original viewers. It’s famous not only for its magical artwork but also for its music by Howard Blake – this includes the song “Walking in the Air” which, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t sung by Aled Jones but a chorister from St Paul’s Cathedral called Peter Auty: Jones’ record came out in 1985 and made him a star, while Auty wasn’t even mentioned in the film’s credits until it was remastered 20 years later.

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Minister’s Message – October 2, 2022

It strikes me (and I may be wrong) that our society has witnessed a loss of faith over the last years and decades. For instance, many people no longer trust mainstream news media such as the BBC as they believe they’re peddling the “fake news” which the Government would like us to hear, What’s strange is that they then turn to social media and seem willing to believe things which are unsubstantiated or bizarre! We have also lost our faith in politicians, whether to give straight answers to questions, to keep their promises, or to “deliver” on their policies. I’d suggest that the behaviour of some – not all! – politicians hasn’t made it easy for us to put our trust in them.

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Minister’s Message – September 11, 2022

I suspect that most of you will know that No. 221b Baker Street, London, was the street address of Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective. Of course the detective and the house number only existed in the imagination of the author, Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Minister’s Message – September 4, 2022

Beaumaris Castle, which we visited on our recent holiday in Anglesey, has been called the most beautiful and most technically perfect castle in Britain. It’s not as large as Caerphilly, it doesn’t sit on a dramatic cliff like Chepstow, it doesn’t dominate its adjoining town like Conwy and Harlech. But it does have an ingenious symmetrical concentric design of “walls within walls” and it includes a moat, four lines of fortifications and hundreds of arrow slits, not to mention inner passageways, a portcullis and “murder holes” at the entrance. This was “state of the art” military architecture of the late 13^th century, and a triumph for its designer, James of St George.

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Minister’s Message – August 21, 2022

Back in Queen Victoria’s day, Tacket Street Congregational Chapel was the poshest Nonconformist place of worship in Ipswich. It wasn’t where the so-called “County Set”, the landed gentry and gentleman farmers attended: they attended the Parish Church. But Tacket Street was where you’d find the merchants, the business owners, the folk who made their money in trade (although possibly without dirtying their own hands in the process!) On Sunday mornings these highly respectable people would make their way to the Chapel for worship; they would return home to a sumptuous lunch and then engage in “improving” – but never frivolous! – activities such as reading, leading a “Pleasant Sunday Afternoon” meeting for the poor (intended to keep them out of the pubs) and finishing off by singing hymns around the piano. No work was to be done on a Sunday; entertainment and humour were strictly forbidden. For this was the Sabbath, the day of rest, dedicated to the worship and contemplation of God.

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Minister’s Message – August 14, 2022

Earlier this year, on March 2^nd to be precise, Dreweatts auction house in Newbury held a sale which must have had collectors salivating in anticipation. For this was no ordinary sale, but the disposal of the collection which had been on display at the Barometer World Museum in Devon (one wonders if it hadn’t succeeded in drawing the crowds).

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Minister’s Message – August 7, 2022

I wonder how many of us have ever made a treasure map, either for ourselves or for the children in our families? We all know what they look like: there’s a wobbly desert island shape, probably surrounded by waters infested by sea-monsters (or, if you’re lucky, by comely mermaids). The island will have mountainous areas, thick forests and beaches bordered by palm trees. Somewhere in that complex geography will be a small ‘X’. And we all know what that means: it marks the spot where the treasure is buried. All we have to do is find the place and get digging. If we’re lucky, we’ll uncover a chest full of riches. 

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Minister’s Message – July 31, 2022

I’m sure that we all were all horrified last week by those pictures of Wennington, the village in Essex where so many houses burned down in the hot weather. I don’t think that any of us imagined that a compost bin in our back garden could smoulder, catch fire, and cause so much devastation. The area looked like a war zone, somewhere which had been blitzed or one of those cities that’s been so blasted in Ukraine. We can only begin to imagine the distress and shock of the residents whose entire lives were wiped out in a few short minutes.

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Minister’s Message – July 24, 2022

When I was working in West Africa back in the 1980s, the roads were terrible. The few tarmacked ones were full of potholes and patches, while other roads were little more than dirt tracks carved out through the bush. Even if they had once been properly graded, successive rainy seasons had done their worst. All this, coupled with the necessity of crossing rivers where the ferry might or might not be working, meant that long journeys could be unpredictable.

On one occasion I had to drive from Bissau, our capital city, to the town of Ziguinchor, across the border in Senegal, where it was much easier to buy essential supplies. My journey went smoothly until I heard an ominous rumbling sound from one of the wheels and found that I had a puncture. So I put on the spare, and continued – it delayed me a bit but wasn’t really a problem. Late in the afternoon I was approaching the Senegal border on a very bad road, and it happened again: another flat tyre, on a different wheel this time. This was bad news! I nursed the vehicle along very slowly, but it was no good; I’d simply have to hope that someone else would come along and help me out – which wasn’t very likely that late in the day.

However salvation appeared in the shape of a lorry – moreover, a lorry with air brakes. The crew jumped down, connected my tyre to the compressor, and pumped it up. We drove in convoy for a few miles, by which time the tyre was flat again, and repeated the process. Eventually we crossed the border and reached the nearest town, where the lorry men directed me to a workshop where I was able to get the tyres fixed.

But what would I do now? It was too late to continue my journey; I was in a strange country where I didn’t speak the language and there was no hotel. I knew there were some American missionaries (from a different organisation to mine) living a few miles away but I didn’t know where. The man who repaired my tyres knew them too and gave me directions which I hoped I understood. I set off; it was dark; there were no signposts; yet by some miracle I found the missionaries’ house, deep in the bush. And what did they do when I turned up unexpectedly, hot, sticky and probably a bit grumpy? They welcomed me with open arms, got me fed and washed, and gave me a bed for the night. Turning me away wasn’t even an option.

The scenario in the parable we heard is rather similar (and let’s make it personal). Late one night a friend of yours, who has been travelling, arrives unexpectedly at your house. He’s tired, dirty and hungry after his journey and you want to give him something to eat – indeed you see it as your hostly duty. But there’s a problem: the cupboard is bare, the fire is out, fridges and all-night kebab shops have yet to be invented, you might just be able to scrape together a dry crust and a few shrivelled-up grapes, but nothing more. So what do you do?

Well, there’s only one thing for it. Despite the lateness of the hour and the inconvenience you know you’re going to cause, you nip round to your neighbour’s house and knock on his door. At first nothing happens; so you knock again. Eventually a window opens and a bleary-eyed face peers out: “Who’s out there? What’s all that knocking? What on earth do you think you’re doing? You’ve woken the kids and now we won’t get them down again for hours! Couldn’t it have waited till morning?” Your neighbour is clearly not best pleased.

You explain the situation, your traveller friend’s hunger, your embarrassment at not being able to feed him. “Huh!”, comes the reply, “That’s your problem, not mine, You should always put some food by, just for this kind of eventuality”. And he shuts the window. So what do you do now? There’s only one thing for it: you knock on the door again – harder. This time the window flies open and some choice words fill the night air. You plead with your neighbour, and eventually he relents: “Look”, he says, “I can see that I’ll never get any peace and quiet till I give you what you want. So wait at the door, I’ll give some bread – and then bugger off home and leave us in peace!”

My language may have shocked you – but I used it on purpose as this story would have both shocked Jesus’ listeners (I’ll tell you why in a moment) and got them rolling with laughter. But what does it mean? We can see that it’s placed in the middle of a passage about prayer (at least, that’s where Luke the edfitor has chosen to put it). And it seems to indicate that we need to be persistent, even brazen, in our praying: that’s how we’ll get the answer we seek from God. “Keep on nagging God”, the story seems to say, “Eventually he’ll get so fed up with you that he’ll have to give in, even if it’s only to get you off his back”.

I don’t know about you, but that seems to be a very unsatisfactory way of explaining this parable. It’s unsatisfactory because it portrays God has a grouchy old man who doesn’t really want to help us but will do so, grudgingly, if we pester him enough. Is that the sort of God we want to believe in? And does it tie up with the words that come straight after this story, words which tell us that God is a Father who loves to give good gifts to his children? I don’t think it does.

And this is also an unsatisfactory way of thinking about this parable because it turns prayer into a mechanical exercise: if only I pray loud enough and hard enough and long enough, God will ultimately get so fed up that he’ll give me what I want. Now, Jesus does indeed talk elsewhere about persistent prayer, for instance in the difficult parable of the Unjust Judge. And it’s probably true that most of us aren’t good at “prayer without ceasing”: we just mutter short prayers that last a few seconds or minutes. Nevertheless this reading of the story does make us feel that the key to getting our prayers answered is to keep going as we’ll eventually get to a place where God cannot ignore us.

I said a few moments ago that this story would have shocked Jesus’ listeners. The idea of the person travelling so late would have seemed strange in a society which more-or-less lived by the sun: no-one had torches, headlights or electricity, which meant that night-time travel was risky and dangerous. Who knew where a robber might hide, ready to pounce; more prosaically, how could you see your way on a moonless and cloudy night? I very much suspect that travel was something you did in the cool mornings rather than later in the day.

However, that’s not the main reason for this story to be shocking to its listeners. If you were here last week you might remember me saying that hospitality was regarded very highly in this society; it was indeed shameful not to offer it. As one commentator on this story puts it, “The Oriental responsibility for his guest is legendary … The host must serve his guest and the guest must eat.” So the first man, unprepared as he is for guests, has committed a terrible faux-pas, even though he does all he can to welcome the traveller. And the second man, who initially refuses to help at all but is only interested in his own convenience – well, his behaviour hasn’t just brought shame on himself but on his whole village; the honour of the entire neighbourhood has been besmirched and you can just imagine everyone else on his street giving him the cold shoulder. His behaviour, which we might in Britain think perfectly reasonable, is in fact outrageous.

Before I tell you what I think this parable is saying, I must say three more things about it. Firstly, I’ve said more than once that the friend keeps knocking at his neighbour’s door. But that’s wrong: in fact he merely speaks to him as he doesn’t want to wake the rest of the household. In Middle Eastern culture, it’s only strangers who knock: this man doesn’t need to, as he’s a friend whose voice will be instantly recognised. It’s of course a moot point whether the neighbours hear him or not – but I don’t think we should imagine that there was a loud hullaballoo with windows opening all down the street.

Second, I’d like to return to this idea of persistence. It’s easy to see where the notion comes from: for Jesus says, “I tell you that even if he will not get up and give you the bread because you are his friend, yet he will get up and give you everything you need because you are not ashamed to keep on asking”. This then seems to be underlined by his words, “Ask” (or, literally, “keep on asking”), “and you will receive; seek” (or, “keep on seeking”), “and you will find; knock” (or. “keep on knocking”), “and the door will be opened to you”.

But there’s actually no suggestion in the story that the neighbour only gets up because his friend keeps on calling, quite the opposite in fact. Yes, he’s irritated and cross; but he also knows where his duty lies. And there’s more: scholars now think that there is a better way of translating this passage: one which doesn’t say that it’s the friend’s persistence which makes this man get up, rather his desire to limit the damage to his reputation. He’s already brought shame on himself by protesting; that can’t be undone, especially if his neighbours have heard. He’s now come to realise that things will be far worse for him if he goes back to bed and does nothing.

And there’s one last issue to do with our translations of this story. They tend to begin by saying, “Suppose you have a friend …”: that’s a bland or neutral sort of introduction. But the same Greek words are translated in other places as “Who among you …?”, and that’s a loaded question. So, for instance, Jesus says, “Who among you, having a slave ploughing or tending sheep, will say to him when he comes in from the field, ‘Come and sit down to eat’?” – this has the implied answer: “None of you!” Equally he asks, “Who among you, when he wants to build a tower, does not first sit down and calculate the cost, to see if he has enough to complete it?” Again the implied answer is: “No-one”. And even in this chapter Jesus says, “What father among you whose son asks for a fish will give him a snake?” Yet again the answer is, “No-one – don’t be so daft!”

So here the question is, “Who among you has a friend like the man in this story who says, “Don’t bother me, I can’t give you anything?” To which the answer can only be: “None of you has a friend who’d behave like that”. For Jesus isn’t saying, “If you ask your friend and at first he says ‘no,’ keep on asking him until he says ‘yes’.” Not at all; his comment is, “If you ask your friend when your facing this kind of emergency, of course he’ll say ‘yes,’ won’t he?”

I think that knowledge totally changes our views of prayer and of God. No longer is he an irascible deity who can’t be bothered with us and will try anything to wriggle out of answering our prayers. Nor is he a heavenly being who we must pester and harass if we’re to get his attention. That’s not how Jesus’ hearers would have understood this story; in fact they’d have realised he was saying that that is precisely what God isn’t like. And, while the friend is miffed at being woken at midnight and only helps because he doesn’t want to be shamed, God – our heavenly Father, as Jesus reminds us earlier in the chapter – is totally unfazed by our audacity in praying at any time and situation, and loves to answer.

I know that his story doesn’t by any means solve all the mysteries of prayer or all the questions we may have about it. It doesn’t aim to. But it does tell us something about God’s character, and that we need not be ashamed at praying at any time, in any emergency, and even when the predicament we’re in is our own fault. For he is indeed “our Father”, he knows our weaknesses and our failings – yet he keeps on loving us as his creation, his children and his friends.