Thursday, 24 March 2016

Holy Week - inside and outside





I'm writing this on Good Friday morning having just returned from 'outside' the campus gates.  The Stations of the Cross are walked and prayed around Suva city centre from 6.00 - 8.00am. More of that later.

'Inside' refers to the Maundy Thursday drama which the College community enacted last night, initiated and directed by our Principal, Revd Professor Dr Feleterika Uili Nokise. It was a major production: scripts, spotlights, music, costumes, cues. The community had worked phenomenally hard; rehearsals on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday evenings for a number of weeks, along with the demands of assignment deadlines and exam revision for those on the BD and MTh. Our 'students'  - now addressed as such but being experienced ministers and Church leaders of the Pacific in their own right - have my utter admiration and deepest respect.

Everyone deserves appreciation and God the glory. Alofa sang Stainer's 'God so loved the world' as a beautiful and moving soprano solo, with the choir offering four part harmony for chosen phrases. I've never heard the piece done this way before. Rev Iosefa gave the part of Jesus a magnificent yet quiet dignity. 

The College youth group became armed guards and soldiers for the evening, marching menacingly to arrest the Innocent One. Personally, I found this a shuddering contemporary reminder of today's 'child soldiers' in some parts of the world, recruited and manipulated by military oppressors to carry out their dirty work. Powerful and disturbing to contemplate.

The labours of many others beforehand, including our tireless maintenance team, had produced the costumes and sets for an Upper Room, a Garden of Gethsemane and an olive grove: venue for the traitor's kiss. In and among all this, reflections were read, feet were washed, bread and wine shared, darkness fell and - at the end - only the cross remained lit. 


Still light at 6.15pm as we gather, seated on woven mats, waiting for the drum beat at 6.30pm to start us off. If it's of any interest, I'm in black with the altos on the first row of the choir in the distance - look for pale person with arms reaching downwards straight ahead...



Jesus and his friends enter the Upper Room...



'One of you will betray me....' 'Who is it Lord?!'





Sosefo reads...

'Jesus is arrested. 

His trial is arranged, fixed and ugly.

He goes through torment and agony.

But where are we?

We are standing by, worrying about our own importance; concerned about our own comfort...

The night is long...

meetings were held...

decisions made...

preparations begun...


We are part of such preparations.

We made the cross















Anxiously awaiting the 
conductor's cue

for 


'God so loved the

world...' 






But confidently awaiting Resurrection



Saturday, 12 March 2016

Holy moments as Palm Sunday beckons

Last year as Palm Sunday approached, I wasn't as involved in the Nanuku settlement Church as appears to be the case now, but was hugely impressed by what young people of Suva city's Churches did for Palm Sunday. It's blogged on 28 March 2015 if you want to scroll back. 

Not to be outdone, we're gearing up in the settlement this year, and here's a snippet of today's song/dance practice in the more than capable hands and feet of Seni.





During a lull in proceedings, Akosita sidled up to me on one of the wooden church benches, clutching a red school exercise book. 


'Hello. What have you been up to?' I enquired with a smile.

'Drawing', she said, in the tiniest, mouse-like whisper, and waited expectantly.

There'd been a challenge last week to design a new youth group logo. Not suggested by me: it came from the group themselves. But when asked earlier if anyone had done anything about it, the noisy, vocal ones adopted expressions of beatific innocence, feigned great surprise and immediately chided the person next to them with a thump or two for having forgotten.


Akosita - known as Bui - had slipped out of Church quietly at that point. I'd noticed, but children and young people come and go all the time of their own accord, so that's hardly unusual. On returning a couple of minutes later, she was clasping the red book and she's generously given me permission to share her spiritual sketchings from the last week.

God's at work in the quiet ones don't you think?









Thursday, 10 March 2016

Keeping the faith

Let's leave cyclone reports for a short while.....





Here at PTC I'm glad to say the journey through Lent and into Holy Week engages us still. There are intensive evening rehearsals going on for a Maundy Thursday Passion play which includes Samoan soloist Alofa Crawley and the College Choir giving John Stainer's 'God so loved the world'. 

This morning in Chapel, it was my turn on the rota to preach and preside, and the appointed Gospel was John 12. 1-8. We read it in a simple, responsive style. 


READER: Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him. 

Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said,

MEN: ‘Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?’

READER: (He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.) Jesus said,

WOMEN: ‘Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.’


From time to time I take a deep breath and put a sermon on the blog, and so here's this morning's: very closely led by the text and the picture it paints. A humble, Lenten offering. Here at PTC, we hope your hearts and minds are focussing, like ours, on what's to come and how it might speak to our lives: cyclone-challenged or otherwise. 


The smell of death and the scent of life     John 12. 1-8

Everyone notices a strong smell. Unless there’s a medical problem with the nostrils. Everyone notices a bad smell particularly – if the College sewer pump isn’t working and bathrooms are affected or the power is off and fish in the fridge starts to rot. I was baking recently and broke a bad egg into the bowl. Ugh – the smell! 

Our Gospel is from John 12 this morning. Smell, aroma, fragrance are crucial. But predominantly in this case a good smell. Mary’s a bright woman. She knows how to get noticed. When she should be serving food with Martha, instead she spills perfume. She doesn’t offer speech, she offers scent. And the detail John includes is ‘pure nard’ – the essential oil – Pure Fiji products are much marketed here. Nard is from Eastern India and precious among oriental perfumes. She pours it liberally – it spills out (v3) ‘and the house was filled with the fragrance’. For sure, everyone notices a strong smell. 

There’s a colloquial phrase in English about someone ‘creating a stink’. And what’s meant by that of course is that someone’s causing fuss; complaining, criticizing, or otherwise making trouble about something. We’re in John chapter 12 here, but not many verses before in John chapter 11.39, Martha is desperately concerned not to cause a stink. Literally. Her brother Lazarus has been dead in the tomb for 4 days and Jesus orders her: ‘Take the stone away!’ There will be a bad smell Lord – we can’t do that! Martha is horrified. She doesn’t want to cause a stink, neither literally nor metaphorically – which is why she serves food at the house in Bethany, unobtrusively, true to type, as required and expected. She doesn’t sit at Jesus’s feet for hours listening to his teaching, nor does she anoint his feet with hugely expensive perfume and cause embarrassment to the whole household. 

Judas creates a stink of course by making a fuss. Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the poor helped? It’s a great question – I used to think Judas was spot on. One of the best ways to create a stink in any gathering is to ask about money: try it in any Christian Church or institution worldwide. People are discomforted by the question, ‘Why is money being used for this thing and not for that thing?’ Especially if the implication is that it’s wasteful and unnecessary. 

So Jesus is going to defend his disciple Judas, right? Good question, Judas. Let’s sell what’s left and give it to Fiji’s cyclone victims. Quite the opposite. ‘Leave her alone. Let her keep what she has’. Jesus protects his disciple Mary not his disciple Judas. And John, who has a fascinating range of source material, gives us a little commentary about Judas’s motives which are not pure of course: he’s the treasurer but he steals. Mary’s perfume and intentions in contrast are pure: pure nard. 

Let her keep what she has for the day of my burial. If we can create a stink by talking about money, we can certainly create one too by talking about death. Jesus has said it. Straight out. It won’t be long before she’s bringing spices and perfumes to my tomb. 

Minister to the poor by all means, but Judas – are you able to journey with me to death, through death and beyond death? Because that’s what’s required of you now. Can you do it? Or will you mess up? You seem keen enough to sell this perfume – are you sure you won’t be tempted to sell out on your Saviour? Death is coming. Can you stay with me and pay the price of true discipleship?

Mary can. She’s ready for Good Friday. And the stink she creates shows us that she’s ready for Easter Sunday too. After all, this Jesus brought her own brother back to life from the tomb. Lazarus is sitting at table, watching her. Why shouldn’t she pour out her tears of gratitude in perfume at Jesus’s feet? 

And if Lazarus can rise from the tomb and amaze all who see him, just as this fragrance unleashed from its container, soars on the air and lifts the heart and spirit; how much more the one who declared ‘I am the resurrection and the life’? Mary’s prepared for death. But she’s ready for resurrection too. Amen 


Friday, 26 February 2016

One week on and counting...

Tropical Cyclone Winston began its visitation almost one week ago. PTC reopened on Wednesday and - on the whole - there's power, water and internet. The sewerage pump only got back to normal yesterday however (yuck) so that's been challenging for a number of homes.

We're thinking much beyond ourselves though with colleagues and students planning visits to families who've been affected in places such as Ba, Rakiraki and Koro Island. Extension students who'd travelled in from Nausori for Friday tutorial were still without power and have limited water, so they were glad to come over for a few hours. Also, as we shared stories from the past week, it became clear that there are numerous 'don't know' answers in response to queries about loved ones because there's still no way of communicating. 'We know they're alive', said one participant, defiant and faithful. 'We're only waiting for the call'.

The Methodist Church in Fiji and Rotuma has launched



Who can help Fiji be #StrongerThanWinston?
WE CAN!
​Bank: Westpac
Bank Address: 1 Thompson Street, Suva, FIJI
Account name: Trustees Methodist Church in Fiji - Hurricane Relief Fund
Account number: 9806098696
Swift Code: WPACFJFX

BSB: 039 001
Please include your name and location in the narration.


Click here for more details of how the money will be spent.





An emergency response will also be made from the Methodist Church in Britain's World Mission Fund. Go here for more details and the Just Giving page.

Methodist Church World Mission FundDonate now Methodist Church House
25 Marylebone Road
London NW1 5J


As you can imagine, the news here is filled with stories that touch deeply. Here's just one

Ovalau survivors relive their horrific tales


By: Akuila Cama 

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Out of the several lives claimed by Tropical Cyclone Winston on the island of Ovalau. One was a 72-year-old lady Selai Waqa from Nauouo village.
Her younger brother recalled the last moments he spent with her before she died after the church collapsed on her on Saturday evening.

"What happened was when we started getting warnings from the radio, we had our last lunch together and she cooked sausages and after that people came in and told us we should move into the church," said Inoke Ravuetaki, Selai’s younger brother. Selai’s only son is serving in Afghanistan under the United Nations.

Not far from where Selai was laid to rest, her sister in law Susan Ravuetaki was struggling to her feet. Susan was buried with Selai under the rubble of the church for almost 2 hours and she thought she would not survive.

"I thought that we were going to die, that nobody could come and get us because the winds was just too strong  and I was watching the people all inside the lali house and when I looked up it looked like the telegraph pole was going to fall. Then I saw them all run and then I heard Selai crying out for help, and I said to Selai, "Just lie down because nobody can come and get us now because the wind is just too strong for us," said Susan Ravuetaki – Selai’s Sister-in-Law

Villagers of Nauouo fled from the first evacuation center which was the church hall before it was destroyed. They then moved into the community hall which later fell before they found shelter at the church and it was not long before it collapsed.

The late Selai only saved two items from her home before she was moved to the evacuation centre. Inoke recalls, "When she came to church for shelter she had a little bag, and in that bag we saw on Saturday night, when she died, was her Bible and her church dress. She came to church ready."

Only one house was spared by Tropical Cyclone Winston in this village.


I'll be preaching and taking Holy Communion at Wesley City Mission tomorrow in Suva city centre. Challenging that the lectionary Gospel records Jesus handling questions about sinfulness and suffering. Is it the worst suffering for the worst sinners, in Christian understanding?


Luke 13. 1-9


At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. He asked them, ‘Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them—do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.’


Then he told this parable: ‘A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, “See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?” He replied, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig round it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.” ’


The interpretation that 'the worst sinners get the worst suffering' seems to receive a definite theological thumbs down from Jesus. Those who make that connection also get a sharp challenge to put  energy into their own repentance and reform. Not one of us is going to cheat death in the end.

I'm also taken with the concluding fig tree parable. Luscious, productive, fruiting trees were laid waste by the cyclone here and we weep. If TC Winston had swept away this useless fig tree doing nothing, we wouldn't have cared much. Yet the gardener cares and makes a compassionate case for its potential. Let's spare it and see what it can do.


God of might and mercy:
spared from cyclone,
I humbly pray;
dispel my fearfulness,
accept my thankfulness,
increase my fruitfulness,
for Jesus' sake.
Amen

Monday, 22 February 2016

Overwhelmed and deeply touched by so many messages and prayers in the wake of Tropical Cyclone Winston. 'Vinaka vakalevu' - highest thanks. If you're reading this, there'll have been enough internet & power to post it, miraculously. These still erratic as you might expect. 

Campus clean up began in earnest yesterday - here with neighbours Judah and Ana-Latu from Papua New Guinea and Selai who's Fijian. Judah muses, 'We don't get these in PNG - occasionally category 2 or 3 but not 5....'







Huge trees uprooted but none fell on buildings or persons. Leaky houses, no power etc, but everyone safe. We are deeply grateful. Fijian colleagues speak of families in other parts of the islands who have lost everything: homes, schools etc. It's significant.


I was more concerned about families in Nanuku informal settlement where our little church is and visited yesterday with a bit of financial support. Here's Avishek contemplating the former roof of his house.


Inside, everything's saturated and because it's been raining again, you can't get things dry. The army and police have been round to check what the situation is and will get cracking I'm sure. Shelley and family have already got started with a few tears but far more steely resolve and good humour. They don't hang about.


As soon as his mother gets him into dry clothes he goes for a roll around on a soggy mattress of course. Still - good to have a giggle.


Walking out of the settlement back to base I bumped into Seni from youth group at church. She'd been at the local grocery, up and running very quickly, buying bread for the family. 'Eh, Pastor Val!' she said indignantly. 'Yesterday when the cyclone came, it was my birthday! 18 years!' 

I gave her a hug.

We may need to do some theology about that in due course...

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Places to go - posts to fill

Hello! Would you do a bit of clicking on links and having a think for us? There's news of an exciting appointment at PTC.
 
 
The work of two existing programmes here - one about Research relevant to Pacific Churches and communities and one about Capacity Building and Personnel Exchange across the Pacific are taking a fresh look at how to co-operate and co-ordinate. Anyway, you can read for yourself.
 
Prayers please for God's purposes, wisdom and ways to be discerned and kept uppermost in all the conversations and selection processes. Please publicise this if you can especially
through Pacific and Oceanic networks. Preference is definitely for a leader from the region and I'm glad to hear that.

Then at Education by Extension, we've just put out our latest newsletter

CONCH SHELL February 2016

You've perhaps read one or two snippets of this already on the blog (what do you expect - new stuff EVERY time?!) but enjoy it, and do hold us in your prayers as well as our neighbour programmes on campus.

Thanks a million