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John chapter 13 shows Jesus at his most dangerously embarrasing. There's something scary about someone who picks up the esablished social norms as if they were our Iphones, Ipads and laptops and puts them in the dishwasher for the full cycle, with the stated intention of purifying and re-setting them to a different set of apps and programmes. I know. That sentence is ludicrously overwritten. But ordinary reasoned exposition can't get near the smack in the face reality of what Jesus did that night.

John the Evangelist has argued, hinted, illustrated, spelled out the truth of who Jesus is. The Word made flesh. The Light of the World the darkness cannot extinguish. The Good Shepherd, Heaven's Door, Living Water, the Resurrection and the Life, the Son of God. How many images and concepts does it take? So, by chapter 13, there's no ambiguity, no excuses for even the thickest disciple. Jesus is the great I AM.

Now before the feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. ² And during supper, when the devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, to betray him, ³ Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, ⁴ rose from supper, laid aside his garments, and girded himself with a towel. ⁵ Then he poured water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which he was girded. (John 13.1-5

Jesus had just put the IPads in the dishwasher. All the carefully installed apps have just been wiped. New songs have been downloaded from Itunes. New direction finding apps now point in a different direction,  Golgotha, the empty tomb, a world changed forever by the kenosis of God. The basin and the towel, the kneeling Jesus, point upwards, to the downward movements of Love and Light into a world darkened by the sin that refuses to touch the other with service and love and recognition of the human. "He did not count equality with God a thing to be clung to, but emptied himself, took on the form of a servant  and humbled himself…..(Phil 2).

Graham Kendrick's greatest hymn has the memorable paradox, "hands that flung stars into space, to cruel nails surrendered." John's Gospel knows and tells of the nails; but before then he gives us this unsettling and disorienting story. The Son of God washes feet. The great I AM kneels before disciples. The Living Water pours Himself out. Hands that flung stars into space, dry between the toes of his disciples' feet, washing away the sweaty grime of those who follow Him as their Lord and Teacher.

One of the finest people I've ever known loved fireworks. Every year there was a wee party at his house with warm soup, home baked bread, hot chocolate and fireworks. These pictures from the other night are a way of remembering Stewart, who combined great wisdom with a child's heart, and who burned with an inner brightness that illumined life around him.

Long before the Rev I M Jolly, the lugubrious melancholic cleric, there was Qoheleth, The Preacher, the one who wrote Ecclesiastes. When it comes to incurable negativity, one foot in the grave complaining, and brutal honesty about what life can be like at its worst, Ecclesiastes is up there with the most convincing of pessimists. Here he is at his most unendurably and contagiously miserable:

Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun:

⁴ And I saw that all toil and all achievement

spring from one person’s envy of another.

This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

⁷ Again I saw something meaningless under the sun:

In Fort Lauderdale police have charged a 90 year old man and two pastors for feeding the homeless on the street, in a public place. The Mayor and the other civic authorities defend this action as part of a more comprehensive way of caring for the homeless. You can read about it here. I don't doubt there are other perpectives, circumstances, and different ways of construing this story. But even on a generous reading of what Fort Lauderdale police and civic departments are playing at, I find it astonishing, disturbing, and in a serious way amusing, that a community can score asuch a spectacular own goal in the great game of public relations.

Forget public relations though. Something much more fundamental to human community is going opn here. The issue isn't feeding the hungry, it's doing it in public, on the streets, in communal space that belongs to no individual but to all the citizens, which presumably includes the poor and hungry. The laws and bye laws are to remove the visible presence of the hungry and poor from the street. A law compelling well run and long esatablished charities to feed the hungry indoors, or on private land, smells of something deeply unappetising.

What is it that so embarrasses a Town Hall, Mayor, Civic Development Committee and Police Department that the hungry have to be rendered invisible; that the simple human act of sharing food is criminalised; that compassion and charity have to be regulated to the dictates of the never hungry? Yes the hungry being fed, and the poor being provided for is inconvenient, socially embarrassing, not good for the good name of the town, something that shouldn't happen. And now it has gone viral, which I do hope intensifies the social embarrassment and moral discomfiture of the small minds that thought all this up.

Notice the upper case spelling of the underlined descriptors. To balance that, let's talk about those other upper case important institutions,the Hungry, the Poor, and the Food Charities, especially the one in the firing line here, Love Thy Neighbour. Just as fundamental in this tussle over who can feed whom, and where, is a collision of world views, a conflict of ethical priorities, and a confusion of social responsibilities. No one is saying the civic authorities are inhumane, but they are far from sensible of the place food and the sharing of food has in the human story. No one is saying that thre should be no regulation of issues such as hygiene, public safety, and commonsense consideration for others; but the Poor and the Hungry are just as entitled to these benefits.

I do hope Arnold Abbott has his day in court, and wins. Oh, and by the way, Jesus would have been arrested in Fort Lauderdale for what he did with five loaves and two fishes. Come to think of it,didn't he also say something about "Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry."   

You only understand Jonah if you’ve learned to hate, if life experience has educated you in heartfelt, instinctive, focused hostility. And you only understand Jonah’s God if you are prepared to unlearn hatred, and by a painful inner re-orientation accept that God is not in the hate business.

Jonah hated Nineveh – ‘the great city’ famed for terrorist atrocities, centre of a brutal, organised, military machine – merciless, meticulous, arrogant, conqueror and oppressor of Israel. The equivalent today isn't hard to imagine – where there is religious hatred, ancient tribal enmities and people whose suffering and oppression have educated them into hatred, there we come near to the same mindset – that wants to obliterate the enemy. The combination of terror and anger, of hatred and hopelessness, produces that lethal cocktail we call terrorism – and it flourishes in a world sold on consumerism, militarism and polarisation of extremes, two poles arcing in violence

Jonah stands for those who want to see power get what it deserves. Those of us who pray that cruelty and violence will get its payback. So you’d think that a word from the Lord to preach against the wickedness of the great city would have Jonah book a first class overnight camel to be the first to tell Nineveh they’d had it. God’s prophet being sent to tell the enemy God is going to zap you. Permission to hate, to ridicule, to gloat, to celebrate the anguish of the enemy.

So why did Jonah run in the exact opposite direction? Why miss out on the vengeance he’d prayed for? Why not takes his hate and use it to make him an eloquent herald of doom? V 3 which tells of Jonah running in the opposite direction fro  Nineveh only makes sense when you come to 4.2:

He prayed to the Lord, “Isn’t this what I said, Lord, when I was still at home? That is what I tried to forestall by fleeing to Tarshish. I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity."

Jonah isn’t disobedient – he’s in denial. It isn’t that he doesn’t believe enough in God – he believes too much! He knows God too well, his theology of God is so true it’s a liability. He runs in the opposite direction because he senses God is going to do the opposite of what Jonah wants. There’s a million to one chance that Nineveh will repent – and if that happens, there isn’t one chance in a million that God won’t be merciful. It is an absolute certainty that God would be slow to anger and abounding in love. And that isn’t fair.

For Jonah that is theologically inevitable and emotionally unacceptable. Abounding in love, slow to anger, this kind of God isn't what you need when all you want is vengeance. It would be absolutely scandalous – that a vast city built on the blood and tears of the conquered should turn from their wickedness and find mercy shows there is no justice in the universe. "Be it not so Lord" means "Don;t be who you are Lord!".

So Jonah won’t take that million to one chance. And as this story unfolds it isn’t that Jonah will, learn a new theology of God. He will learn that no matter what his theology, God remains sovereign in mercy and steadfast love. He will witness God's involvement in the deepest, hardest, most heartbreaking, experiences of his life. And he’ll learn about God’s generosity and human grievances; he’ll learn that mercy is greater than murder; that compassion not cruelty is God’s way; all that and more he’ll learn. This scandalous story touches on some of the most important things those who believe in the God of the Bible will ever need to know about themselves, God, and how God deals with those different "others" who share this planet with us.

The swallows are gone, have been for some weeks now. I miss them. On a late summer evening at Pitmedden gardens Richard and I watched an open air performance of Comedy of Errors. At the interval the queue was way too long to be served coffee so I went walkabout and saw this swallow just checking that the direction finding weather vane was properly calibrated.

Psalm 84.3 has one of those everyday images only noticed by those who look around with open eyes, even in church. Having gone to God's house gladly, the Psalmist has time to notice the birds securely ensconced in the place where all God's creatures should be safe.

"Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself." How much more then, the importance of making sure there is a place of safety and belonging for those other creatures who migrate from place to place in our world, looking for home. I refer to human beings.

"Consider the Hydrangeas", said Jesus, "They don't worry themselves to exhaustion ….but not even Solomon in all his glory was clothed like them". I know,  Jesus lived in a pre industrial society and before capital consumerism, globalisation and digitalised finance grew like life threatening algae across the surface of human life.

Still. Around August every year for thirty years, outside the home of a friend, I've come face to face with this massive living bouquet of purple blue.

And I wonder. What would Jesus say now, to the anxious, driven unhappiness of our society insatiably wanting more, laying waste our planet, and oblivious of the precious unrepeatable gift that life is. Nothing radical. Just the same as he said then. "Seek first the Rule of God in your life….you can't serve God AND money." He was right then, and he is still right.  

The beach is a place of mystery to me. Those promises that the children of Abraham would number the sands of the sea sound like well meaning hyperbole – all the beaches of all the shores of the world – not to mention all the square miles of dunes from Sahara to Arizona.

But God knows what he's about, and anyway Genesis 22.17 only mentions the seashore. These five pebbles, lapped by the incoming tide have their own individual beauty, as does each grain of sand, and each child of God. Just as the lapidary rhythm of the waves and the sand smooth and soften the contours, so we tumble and roll in the grace of God, all the time taking shape as the people God calls us to be.