Galilee Mensa Christi. (1)

There are some Bible stories that really speak to me at several different levels and I would like to share with you one that I have been reflecting on recently.  It’s found in John’s Gospel chapter 21. Basically, this happens after the resurrection.  The disciples had seen Jesus on a couple of occasions, doubting Thomas has touched Jesus, two had come back from Emmaus with a story of how they had had a meal with Jesus.

But, there is a loose end in all of these experiences, Simon Peter.  You see, Simon had really messed up.  He had promised Jesus that he would be with him until the very end and, when push came to shove, Peter had denied even knowing Him.

I suppose Simon Peter thought that, even if, all the others had seen Jesus, experienced His peace, asked questions for him there was no way back.  Jesus knew what Simon Peter had done and the shame must have weighed heavy on him.

Shame has a way of doing that.  It weighs heavy on us, even if we put on a smiley face and pretend nothing has happened, inside there is a dark hole of sadness that just cannot be lifted.

I think Simon Peter must have decided that the way to cover his shame was to return to what he knew best, fishing.  Sometimes, the way we cover shame is to return to the things we understand, the patterns of behaviour we can make sense of.  There is a comfort in routine, we don’t have to think, we can just get on and do.

But, as the Bible tells us, Simon Peter and the others did not have the best nights fishing.  In fact they caught nothing.  It’s then they spot a stranger on the shore who suggests that they fish on the other side of the boat.  When they do as the stranger suggests, they have a miraculous catch of fish – 153.  The penny drops for John, the stranger is Jesus.  Simon Peter jumps overboard and swims to the shore, he just wants things to get back to normal.

Jesus has a breakfast ready for them and a conversation to have with Simon Peter.  Three times He asks  the same question, “do you love me more than these?”.  Three times, mirroring Simon Peter’s denial of Him.  Jesus then speaks the words that He first spoke to Simon Peter “follow me”

A few years ago, I went to the spot where this is meant to have taken place, Mensa Christi (table of Christ), and I sailed on the Sea of Galilee and saw a fishing demonstration.  I will never forget seeing our fisherman catch nothing and hearing 45 clergy shouting in unison “cast your net on the other side”.  He did, and caught nothing, we had chicken for tea!

But what really touched me, as I walked along that beach, was the realisation that no matter how far we think we have fallen, Jesus can forgive us, renew us and invites us to once again “follow Him”.

Now that is GRACE

Wakey, wakey……


Are you a morning or an evening person?  Are you “up with the lark” or, a “night owl”?  I am a morning person (some of you inwardly groan – I can hear it from here).

I love the start of a new day, an opportunity to start afresh, to begin again.  For me the best, most productive, hours of the day are before noon.  After that, it’s downhill all the way!  By 10 o’clock at night I am like a zombie movie and anything later is just hopeless.

I discovered the reality of this a few years back, when I was reflecting on the words of the Psalmist;

Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn

(Psalm 57 vs. 8)

I was at a minister’s conference, sharing a room with a colleague with whom, unfortunately, I was not well matched.  I am a morning person, he was a night owl.  I was up well before him and he returned the room long after I was snoring!  Try as we might, no matter how quiet we tried to be, we always managed to disturb each other!

I have always been fascinated by the words in the gospel of John’s account of the resurrection;

Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark

(John 20 vs.1)

John here is speaking of more than an early morning!  He is using the images of light and dark to speak about hope and hopelessness.  He wants us to enter into the hopelessness of Mary Magdalene seen by the use of the word “dark”.   We all have those dark times in our lives.

But, there is a conflict in this verse, “Early on the first day of the week”.  Yes, it may still be dark but, these words speak about something new is about to happen.  Neither Mary, or the reader, cannot begin to imagine just how exciting the possibilities of this “new week” are.  Mary will meet with the risen Jesus and He will give to her an important job to do (she will be the Apostle to the Apostles – to coin a phrase).

What John wants us to know is that, with Jesus, the darkness does not have the last word because of the new beginning He gives us.

At times, we all need a clean slate and a chance to begin again.  Surely, that is what the message of the cross and resurrection mean.  We can have that fresh start today.

Early on the first day of the week…..



Now that was Interesting….


Today is Good Friday and it was my turn to lead the service in the town square this morning.  I am always amazed at how many people turn up from across the churches, and it is a great privilege to take part in the event.

As I was leading today, I got to walk at the front of the procession as we made our way through town toward the Roman Catholic Church for our united service.  It was interesting to see the reaction the cross at the front of the walk received.  There were some, older men, who removed their hats as we walked past.  Several times I heard “oh yeah, it’s Good Friday”.  Once, an older chap, drove past us swore and made a rude gesture.

The most interesting reaction came from a couple of teenagers as we approached our destination.  The stood and discussed in really powerful terms what the message of Good Friday was and what it meant for them.

On that first Good Friday the crowds in Jerusalem had different reactions too.  Some hoped this meant the end for Jesus.  Some were distressed.  Some, it meant nothing at all.

The question is, how do you react to the message of Good Friday?


O Christ, the Master Carpenter,

who at the last, through wood and nails,

purchased our whole salvation,

wield well your tools in the workshop of your world,

so that we who come rough-hewn to your bench

may here be fashioned to a truer beauty of your hand.

We ask it for your own name’s sake.

Amen [Traditional]


In the Garden


With Maundy Thursday tomorrow, here is an attempt at a poem what I wrote!


What was it like in the garden

When creation first sprang

What was it like in the garden

When God walked along with man


What was it like in the garden

Did you feel pain at the loss

Did you know it would lead you

all the way to the cross

What was it like in the garden

When alone you knelt and prayed

What was it like in the garden

The cross on the coming day


What was it like in the garden

When the stone was rolled away

What was it like in the garden

Hope forever to stay



Career Change


This morning we had our “Butty and a Prayer” meeting.  It’s our bi-monthly men’s gathering we meet at 8am and share bacon butty’s, have a time of worship, some Bible teaching and prayer.  I have grown to really enjoy these meetings – okay the bacon butty has something to do with that!

Our meeting this morning was a little special though.  We were joined by a man called Simon Pinchbeck.  Simon is a former Police Officer who took a career change and became a criminal.  It’s when he reached rock-bottom, he met Jesus for himself and became a Christian.  Simon has now dedicated his life to sharing his faith with men from all backgrounds.

His story is a fascinating one and, if you get the chance, please go and listen to him speak it’s an experience you will not regret.  It would be easy to recount all of the horrors and mistakes Simon has made in his life and get caught up in them but, to do that, would actually miss the point of his story.  Simon does not try to glamourize his past but faces his mistakes.  You see, it’s not what Simon WAS that matters, it’s what Simon IS that matters.

I believe that within every human being there is the capacity to change and develop.  It’s not what we were that matters it’s what we become that matters.  The Bible is full of people whose lives changed.  A fisherman by the name of Simon was repairing his nets when he heard a young teacher say “come and follow me”, he did and his name and life were changed forever (Peter).  A murderer by the name of Saul encountered the same teacher (albeit different circumstances!) on a road to Damascus, he was so stunned by the experience, he changed his name from Saul to Paul and ended up writing most of what we call The New Testament.  In it he writes;

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation.  The old has passed away; behold, the new has come

(2 Corinthians 5 vs. 17 ESV)

So what about my story or, your story?  They may not be like Simon Pinchbeck or Simon the Fisherman or even Saul the Murderer. But, none the less our stories are important too and our lives can be changed forever and for the better.

How do we get this change?  Saul the Murderer tells us that the key to change is being “in Christ”.

How can we be in Christ?  We open our hearts to Him and ask Him to come into our lives and make the changes that He sees need making.  Might I also encourage you to find a Church that will help you to grow into the person that you can be.

It’s not what you WERE that matters, it is who you ARE in Christ that matters and what you can become through His grace that will make all the difference.






A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to visit Israel.  It is a beautiful country, full of history and fascinating places.  It is also a country of tragedy as we see a land that is divided, suffering and in conflict.

I will never forget my first morning in Jerusalem.  As we drove up the mount of Olives and arrived at this incredible view over the city.  I can remember my reaction as I saw it, all I could say was “wow”.  The person who was sat next to me said “I have been here a few times, and this view never fails to take my breath away”.  As we got down from the coach there were the postcard salesmen, one chap with a camel and one, enterprising man, with a donkey offering rides, he announced his service by shouting “Jesus taxi, Jesus taxi”!

It’s the mount of Olives that is the starting point for the traditional pilgrim route for commemorating Palm Sunday.  Like many churches, this Sunday we will be handing out Palm Crosses and remembering the events that led up to the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus.  In some traditions this is called Holy Week.

Palm Sunday is one of the Sundays I have always struggled to preach at.  The story is the same, the essential elements Donkey, Palm Branches, Crowds, Pharisees, Jesus, Hosanna.  One year I even preached about “stones crying out” – bit of a rocky sermon that one! (groan)

So, how will I try and wring something new out this story this year?  That’s simple, I am not!

The story of the week that changed the world deserves to be re-visited in all its gory and glorious tragedy and triumph.  So this Sunday we will be joining our “glad hosanna’s”, on Maundy Thursday we are holding a communion service and, on Good Friday we will be joining with other Christians in our town for a joint service to focus on the cross.

As we re-visit the “old old story” may God open our hearts afresh to the wonder of His love for us.

Tell me the old, old story, tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story, of Jesus and His love.




The “B” Word!


It’s been one of “those” weeks!  You know the sort, so much to do and so little time in which to do it.  Sometime back, I read a book on time management for Church Ministers and the author suggested that no minister should ever use the word “busy” when describing their week.  So, as I look back over this week it’s certainly been the “B” word – busy (he whispers).

What is wrong with being the “B” word you ask?  I would say nothing provided it is not the only thing we are.  There is a season for every activity (Ecclesiastes 3) including being the “B” word.  If I am honest about it, I actually quite like those times of real busy-ness.  The danger is when we are constantly so busy that we loose sight of God on our busy-ness.

One friend shared with me the idea that Busy could be read as Burdened Under Satan’s Yoke and there are times when my busy-ness isn’t a joy, it is a burden.   When my busy becomes a burden I get irritable (surly not, you cry) prayer becomes a chore and my busy-ness is about me and not about God or others.

You probably know the story of Martha and Mary.  Jesus and His disciples visit their home and Mary sits at Jesus feet whilst Martha runs around doing jobs.  Martha tells Jesus to get Mary to help her and Jesus says that Mary has chosen the better way (you can read this in Luke 1- vs. 38 – 42).  If you are anything like me, and enjoy being busy, this is a story that makes me feel uncomfortable.  But, it does ask important questions.

Firstly, does our busy-ness include or exclude Jesus?  If we are so busy that we just don’t have time for Jesus and our relationship with Him then, burnout will soon follow.  Even Jesus needed that down time to get away with His Father, and so do we.

Secondly, who is our busy-ness for?   Was Martha setting out to impress so that people would speak well of her or, was she busy out of a genuine desire to serve?  Sometimes, in my busy-ness, that can become a line that gets a little cloudy!  May our motivation always to be to serve Jesus and not a bigger audience.

Thirdly, is our busy-ness an excuse?  We can use our busy-ness to keep God and others at arm’s length.  I dread those conversations that begin with the words “sorry to interrupt you, I know you are too busy but…”  I dread them because, at that point I know I have made myself unavailable by telling others “I am too busy for you” or, even worse, “you are not valuable enough for me to pay attention to”.  If there is one thing I see in the life of Jesus it is that He treated all as being people of worth and value.

So, just a few thoughts for you before I rush off and engage in another “B word” day and I will tell you this – I am really enjoying this season of busy-ness but, looking forward to a season when things quieten down too!


Steak sandwich please



“Who was not overjoyed to see the prodigal son back home?” asked the Sunday school teacher. “The fatted calf” came the reply.

I know, it’s an old joke for the story we all know very well The Prodigal Son.  But, if I am honest with you, there is a character in this story that troubles me.  The older brother.  It seems as if life is just unfair to him.  He labours away day by day, faithfully doing everything that is asked of him.  When his younger brother leaves home, he is faced with doing even more work and, as for his father, he just spends his days watching the horizon and not pulling his weight!

You would have thought he would be pleased to see little brother home again.  His guilt would make him work harder and dad would, finally, get back with the program.  But, big brother just cannot hold it in anymore;

But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends.But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

(Luke 15 vs. 29 – 30)


In some respects, I can sympathise with him.  All he wants is some recognition for what he is and what he has done “some thanks would be nice” is how I read this, at first.  But, his language gives it away “I” “MINE” “ME” as he spits out his frustration.  This has become all about him, and he is not seeing the bigger picture for the family.  His vision is just as narrow and selfish as the younger brothers.

One of the many themes that this story presents is grace.  Gods love and forgiveness is not something we deserve but, something He freely gives because He is gracious.  The younger brother is shown grace as His father freely welcomes him back into the family home.  When I have messed up, I love the idea of grace.  But, what about grace to those who are messing with me?

So, the older brother? Well, I see this as a story of grace.  Grace is not just something we receive, it is something we should give.  No person is perfect, we all need a little grace from time to time.  Perhaps, we need to think who needs us to show them a little grace today?


Amazing grace how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now am found

Was blind but now I see


Amazing grace how sweet the sound

God’s gift of life is free

To all that are in trouble bound

He makes you truly free


Amazing grace how sweet the sound

His grace can change us all

Though sin and strife and hurts abound

His grace can heal them all


I’ve Missed It!!!!


Have you ever missed something really important?  The appointment, the important phone call, the birthday that you promised not to forget, the post with that important letter, the closing date for a job application or something you have been waiting for for a long time?  My heart went out to the train spotter who was waiting to see the Flying Scotsman on the main line, only to miss it courtesy of another main line train!

So, what about God?  I think we all miss God from time to time.  We get so wrapped up in all that we have to do, the pressure of life and responsibilities that we have that we can so easily miss what God is wanting to say to us.  In Psalm 46 vs. 10 (The Message) we read;

“Step out of the traffic! Take a long, loving look at me, your High God, above politics, above everything.”

 I find it hard to step out of the traffic, and it’s something I am trying to learn.  But, what I have found is the more I do it, the less I miss the really important things that God wants to say.

As for the train spotter, Virgin Trains have made a wonderful offer to him and I hope he doesn’t miss the experience.  As for me, I will keep learning to step out of the traffic!


Dear Lord,

Forgive me when I become so consumed in what I have to do that I forget you.

Help me to slow down enough to step out of the traffic and take a long look at you.

Open my eyes so that I do not miss what you want to show me

Open my ears so that I can hear what you want to say.

And, when the rush of life crowds in again, help me not to forget you


Still in a hole…


The saga of the Clacton hole continues…..

This morning, I shared this story in our service (one I found on the internet)

A traveller fell into a deep pit and couldn’t get out.  Several people came along and saw him struggling in the pit.

The sensitive person said, “I feel for you down there.”

The reflective person said, “It’s logical that someone would fall into the pit.”

The interior designer said, “I can give you ideas on how to decorate your pit.”

The judgmental person said, “Only bad people fall into pits.”

The curious person said, “Tell me how you fell into the pit.”

The legalist said, “I believe you deserve your pit.”

The government said, “Are you paying taxes on this pit?”

The self-pitying person said, “You should have seen my pit.”

Jesus, seeing the man, took him by the hand and lifted him out of the miserable pit.
The point of the story is—it doesn’t do any good to talk about love and compassion without demonstrating it and God demonstrates His love for us in Jesus.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

(John 3 vs. 16 – 17)





God demonstrates His love.