Surprise Run

So, this morning I set out for my first earnest run since my foot problem of two or three weeks ago. I had no sense of pace, and my body seemed balky and my breathing ragged, but I p[ressed on and got home, and when I checked my time it turns out that it was my best pace in about a year. /Shaking my head.

Coffee, fruit, print sermon, shower, a bit more coffee (from some ancient ground coffee lying about from heaven knows when), and in a few minutes, off to St Michael and All Angels, then St Nicolas’s, then to the Parish Centre to attend the Faith Forum. No evening service (the Rector has the \healing & Whioleness service tonight).

Will publish the homily below when I get home.
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Sunday Settling Down

When I’m not running, I don’t have an immediate topic for leaving a simple blog entry; it’s harder to come up with a topic, or to remember to blog at all.

I had a sort of double-header today, a sermon for the 10:30 service (included below) and then the last in a series of ‘Spiritual Snacks’ on the liturgy of the eucharist. I got home after both and my brain shifted into neutral — and I spent the rest of the day just letting time wash over me. OK, I gave the sermon text a once-over, and posted it here.
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As I Promised

Here’s a link to the University Sermon for Lady Day, on the occasion of the 700th anniversary of the Founding of Oriel College, offered by the Very Reverend Christopher Jamison OSB, Abbot President of the English Benedictine Congregation, at the University Church of St Mary the Virgin, Oxford —

Nuestra Señora Desatadora

‘May she continue to watch over the college founded in her honour;
May she continue to make it a place of good conversations;
May she become, in some sense, for the college “Our Lady of Good Conversations”.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.’

[Margaret’s sermon, previous in the series, has now been posted.]

Early Start Early Nap

I had another short night last night, so after the 8:00 I’ll hope to take a supplementary nap. I’d been awake a good while before running time this morning; the weather report solemnly assured me that some precipitation would be falling, but I saw only an isolated snowflake or two. The 2° temperature accompanied by a gusty breeze chilled me, but not as harshly as I initially feared. My pace didn’t equal yesterday’s, but that still came in more than a minute faster than last Sunday.

Run, coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, shower, early Mass, then home to rest — to sleep, perchance to dream. I’d benefit from a recharge.

[Early Mass went fine. Homily below. I’ve gotten an hour of nap already, and am aiming for more this afternoon.]
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Not Safeguarding Sunday

I can’t really explain why I thought it was. The Diocese sent ’round an email reminding us about safeguarding and the importance of DBS checks, but there was nothing in there about Safeguarding Sunday.

On the other hand, it doesn’t matter that much; the mistaken presupposition that it was Safeguarding Sunday provided a jumping-off point, not by any means the essence of the sermon (which I include below). The readings were about the environment, so that at least underwrite my approach.

We had a splendid Baptism this afternoon at St Michael’s: sturdy baby boy, beautiful mum, forthright participation by the congregation. Lovely service, lovely lad, another lamb in the flock.

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Back To The Threshing-Floor

I did run this morning, slowly, with some protests (mostly from my calves) — but the weather permitted, I was at home, and I’m eager to burn away some of the avoirdupois that accumulates when I am on holiday. My pace was in line with my post-injury times, though that’s still far off my better paces when I’m in shape and ready to go.

Coffee and hot breakfast, shower, Morning Prayer, midweek Mass, Chapter Meeting, then home for the afternoon. My homily this morning permits me to enthuse about the stories concerning the eben shetiyah, the Foundation Stone of the Temple, and to make a case for pious imagination as an inextricable complement to any historically demonstrable facts about the history of Israel or the career of Jesus of Nazareth (‘…but I say to you…’). Will post here after the service.

Quelle Journée

I had a difficult night’s sleep last night, so when early morning came I was wide awake and ready to run. In the darkness, though, and with an old pair of glasses on, I evidently misread he ‘Functional Strength Training’ icon for the ‘Outdoor Run’ icon, so I didn’t get a useable time (just 20 1-minute workout reports). I don’t know, then, just how my pace was; but as always, the point is that I did it.

Fruit and coffee, shower, another cup and some toast, then off to St Michael and All Angels for the commemoration of the Dedication of the Church (enclosed below). Home for a bite of lunch, then to St Helen’s for the Faith Forum (on the language of liturgy). I came home after and sat for a few minutes of a video call with Thomas and Lydia, then ran out of wakefulness and took a deep nap.

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Two More and More

I walked/ran another two miles thiw morning, with slightly more running than walking. Oddly, the ankle felt fine (on the whole), but my right knee sent me an occasional jolt. Still, considering the twist-and-fall and how I felt Wednesday evening, and the discolouration in my left foot, the discomfort amounts to nowt today.

Coffee and fruit, shower, coffee and toast, finished up the sermon, then off to celebrate and preach at St Nic’s. (I’ll post the homily below.) After morning worship at St Nic’s, i’ll head home for lunch and a break before I head back to St Helen’s for the annual Epiphany Service of Music and Readings followed by the Epiphany Tea. Then, wearily, home.
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Before I Forget

My sermon this morning at the early service at St Nicolas’s* went all right; it’s short and doesn’t need any extensive editing to post, so I’ll include it below the fold. The congregation was only down by one or two worshippers, despite the very cold temperatures and icy pavements, which I thought very much to their credit — Well done, sisters and brothers!

* The 8:00 congregation actually moves back and forth between St Nic’s and St Helen’s, so it’s most precise to refer to them as such (or as ‘the eight-o’clockers’), since wherever we gather, it’s the same congregation. But here I just added the ‘at St Nicolas’s’ part because… I’m not sure why. But that’s who it was and where it was.
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Out Of Synch Notice

I finally posted the sermons for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. A few observations:

First, I was and remain uneasy about the way I use ‘darkness’ on Christmas Eve. On the whole, I avoid any usage that might elide or ‘naturalise’ an equation of darkness (and heaven help us, especially b/Blackness) with evil. I usually substitute notions such as ‘gloom’ or ‘obscurity’ with no particular loss of metaphorical effect. For this sermon, though, focused on night-time, and on its characteristic chill, heightening of loneliness, and so on, I just couldn’t wring other words to do the work that ‘darkness’ does. I think I avoided pointing the words toward any easy association between night-time and evil (especially since that would be an uncommon usage for me, not something hearers would have expected) — but I don’t think I’m immune to criticism on this point, and will sit still, penitently, for a scolding.

Second, I don’t think I stuck the ending (as you might say) of Christmas Eve. It just didn’t feel like a closing cadence. I may be too fussy about that, though.

Third, I think the Christmas Day sermon may have worked, mechanically, much better.

They’re here (I mean, there) for you to judge for yourselves, though.

Happy Yesterday Christmas

Yesterday’s Christmas service went smoothly, I think. I am a little uncomfortable about both of my sermons from Christmas this year, which means it’s all the more important that I post them publicly so as not to cater to my own vanity and perfectionism. I’ll add them below the fold when I give them another pass for misspellings, extra words I forgot to edit out (those can be a real killer when you’re in mid-exposition and suddenly a word that you haven’t seen in days turns out not to have been edited out when you recomposed the sentence with which you’d been tinkering for twenty minutes).

We left church to the firm, repeated adjuration, ‘Coffee and alcohol! Coffee and alcohol!’ (we neglected the ‘coffee’ part, though I’d totally have poured myself a cup in a travel mug except that we were taking a taxi and I didn’t want to risk spoiling the driver’s seat covers).

Then we went to a dear friend’s house to spend the afternoon having a slow, continuous Christmas dinner and Christmas drinks. Jokes, in-jokes, job commentary, theological arguments, friendship banter, impressive children, and lovingly offered gifts filled the day, and Margaret and I returned home weary but not sleepy, nibbling and sipping, and ebbing from vivacious conversation to drowsy quiet to dozy silence. I slept more than eight hours, which I rarely can achieve. I’m doing nothing very productive today: a revelation.

Bless you all. Bless you all. (Sermons to come, will delete this part when they’re posted, but remember that today I fast from everything like ‘responsibility’, so I won’t, don’t feel pressurised to post ’em quickly.) (OK, I didn’t delete the above, but I’m adding this note to say, ‘Now posted below.’)
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As Seen in the New Yorker

As you may recall, last Sunday was a double-header for me — the patronal at St Nic’s, and Sunday morning Mass at St Michael and All Angels’. Since I usually take much of Saturday to prepare Sunday morning sermons, and because I had a full day Friday, I began working on both sermons Wednesday, advanced them Thursday, and had them mostly finished by the end of Saturday morning. This sermon, though, needed a bit of a booster shot, so I interwove the start with the end of a sermon I preached back in St Stephen’s House days. So if you’re an AKMA completist, you may remember some of the ending from a time before (but honestly, I’d be surprised if you did, even more surprised than I would be if someone really did gather up copies of my past sermons). Anyway, as usual, it’s below the fold.
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Happy St Nicolas Day to All

Sunday evening I gave the homily at the Patronal Solemn Evensong at St Nicolas’s Church, one of the three churches in our benefice — the smallest, the oldest, and the one right smack on the town square. It was a jolly occasion, at which our new Rector, Jen Brown, officiated; a mixed choir (of the three congregations) sang under the direction of our Director of Music, Peter Foster; and some old codger preached.
I missed seeing Fr Paul Smith, our Team Vicar who retired in October; I associate this service with him, since he led it the previous years I’ve been connected to Abingdon Parish. With all respect to the Team Rector, it’s just not the same with him… (I’ll append the homily below the fold.)
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Warn, Wake, and Walk

I ran into a tiny snag in this morning’s sermon, a snag that nobody noticed, and that’s fine. It illustrates, though, a problem in preaching from Scripture and in Bible translation, so I mention it here not to fuss about the very dear reader, but to flag up ways that trying hard to weave together homily and Scripture and liturgy and hymnody can still come a cropper.

The Epistle reading for today is Romans 13.11–14:

Besides this, you know what time it is, how it is now the moment for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we became believers; the night is far gone, the day is near. Let us then lay aside the works of darkness and put on the armour of light; let us live honourably as in the day, not in revelling and drunkenness, not in debauchery and licentiousness, not in quarrelling and jealousy. Instead, put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.

and I had picked out the closing phrases ‘make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires’ as the text for the sermon.* Now, what I (like Officer Obie with his ‘twenty-seven 8-by-10 color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was, to be used as evidence against us’) had not counted upon, which was that the reader for the epistle had chosen to read the lesson from the New International Version, a translation that notoriously translates the Pauline metaphor ‘flesh’ for what the translators thought ‘flesh’ really meant in that context — namely, our ‘sinful nature’.

Now the NIV translators have gotten plenty of stick for that decision, and if I’m not mistaken there’s a new version of the NIV that reverts to ‘flesh’. I disagree vehemently with the translators’ original decision, partly because it forecloses possible ambiguities that a reader is entitled to perceive. If ‘flesh’ ever stands in for ‘sinful nature’, it doesn’t always do so, and the translator shouldn’t be the one who presumes to resolve the ambiguity on behalf of the reader if it’s at all possible to preserve the ambiguity. Further, ‘flesh’ is at least partly a metaphor here, in a way that I rely on in the sermon, and substituting a flat declaration for a metaphor is always a loss for the reader. At length, I’m not convinced that Paul ever means ‘our sinful nature’, although there’s a particular theological angle that takes that reading to be a cornerstone of their theology (so it must be translated that way in order to bolster the apparent case for the theological perspective).**

As I say in the sermon, I take Paul’s theological metaphor to convey the point that ‘flesh’ is part of the complex of images that illuminate ‘badness’ in his theological imaginary: death, perishing, flesh, mortality, sin, weakness, and others. Paul reckons that flesh can’t of itself attain godliness, and we can see this play out as flesh ages and withers and ultimately dies. This same flesh also experiences desires that run contrary to what Paul and other Christians take to be a godly way of living: speaking for myself as a cisgendered heterosexual male, I do not always experience inappropriate desire when I encounter every woman (as I presumably would if ‘desire’ were a function of my sinful nature) but only intermittently, as a function of my imperfection. (Sorry if anyone thought I was already perfect, but like St Paul himself, I am not.) On my account, then, ‘sinful nature’ misrepresents both Paul’s thinking and his rhetoric, both of which are preserved by very straightforwardly rendering the Greek word sarx (the Greek behind all this bother) with ‘flesh’.

Anyway, the reader read ‘sinful nature’, I said ‘flesh’, and I don’t think anyone whatsoever in the congregation (other than I) noticed. That’s all just by way of introducing the point that the sermon is enclosed here below the fold.


* I customarily read out the text for the sermon before I invoke God’s threefold Name, then start the sermon after that. Often the text has a very direct bearing on the sermon, but sometimes it’s part of a greater mix, so to speak, and at other times it has only a ‘solve this puzzle’ relationship. This morning, the sermon rests on a number of parts of all three readings, so this one falls into the ‘in a mix’ category.
** I’m bemused by the number of articles, PR statements, and explanations for the successive changes in the NIV that have been deleted over the years — leaving no authoritative record of what the Committee on Biblical Translation or the publishers were doing or thinking. Now the readily available testimony comes only from on-lookers: critics, commentators, kibitzers. If everything were as above-board as one would ordinarily think, why delete pages that refer to a sequence of changes in translation? Conveniently, the Wayback Machine does a sterling job of retrieving what editors, comms officers, PR flacks, and others would want to have erased. Thank you, Wayback Machine!
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End of All Saints Looking At Advent

Last Wednesday (the cold, below-4° day) I preached a homily at the midweek Communion service at St Halen’s. At the time, I thought lightly of it — nothing wrong with it (well, I saw a couple of inconcinnities, but I’m never quite satisfied with my work anyway), but no need to post it online; nobody would miss out on its being not here.

I still feel that way, myself, but yesterday I met a congregant who had very high regard for it, so I felt as though there might be another appreciative reader out there. Anyway, it’s here below the fold. (Yes, that should be ‘26 November’, I’ve gone back to correct it in the original file. Likewise ‘Deeath’.)
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See You In Year A

This morning’s homily went all right, I think; at a certain point people get used to one’s preaching and it becomes harder to calibrate the extent to which they’re responding to this particular sermon as opposed to the extent to which they’re responding to the aggregate of all one’s past sermons.I wasn’t rendered uncomfortable while preaching it, though I’m certain there’s room for clarifying or refining what I will post here (below the fold), so this one probably hits the broad ‘average’ range for my homiletics.
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AKMA at Working Preacher

There’s getting to be quite a volume of my columns at Working Preacher (if you get enough, do you get an honorary degree from Luther Seminary?), and I thought it might be… something, to compile all the links in one place. I think I hadn’t noticed till just now that I’d done 1 Timothy 6:6–19 for them twice.

So here you are:

Commentary on 1 Timothy 1:12-17 — September 12, 2010

Commentary on 1 Timothy 2:1-7 — September 19, 2010

Commentary on 1 Timothy 6:6-19 — September 26, 2010

Commentary on 1 Timothy 6:6-19 — September 25, 2016

Commentary on 2 Timothy 1:1-14 — October 3, 2010

Commentary on 2 Timothy 2:8-15 — October 12, 2025

Commentary on 2 Timothy 3:14—4:5 — October 19, 2025

Commentary on 2 Timothy 4:6-8, 16-18 — October 26, 2025

Commentary on Philemon 1:1-21 — September 7, 2025

Commentary on 1 Peter 2:2-10 — April 20, 2008

Commentary on 1 Peter 3:13-22 — April 27, 2008

Commentary on 1 Peter 4:12-14; 5:6-11 — May 4, 2008

Commentary on James 1:17-27 — August 30, 2015

Commentary on James 2:1-10 [11-13] 14-17 — September 6, 2015

Commentary on James 3:1-12 — September 13, 2009

Commentary on James 3:13—4:3, 7-8a — September 20, 2009

Commentary on James 5:13-20 — September 27, 2009

All Saints Morning

I know, it was yesterday, but the parish observes All Saints on this Sunday, and the rector wasn’t well this morning, so after my run and morning shower, coffee, and fruit, I hastened in to St Nic’s for the 8:00 morning Communion for All Saints Day.

I grabbed a sermon I’d preached before, another that draws on the conceit of John Hollander’s ‘The Widener Burying-Ground’, a touchstone for me, on which I drew several years ago in a longer All Souls sermon at Pusey House. With a few localising editorial steps, it did well for the morning (text below the ‘More’ fold), and now I’m sitting at home with the ladies, working on the conclusion of this evening’s All Souls homily for St Helen’s — which will probably draw obliquely on Yeats’s ‘All Souls Night’, because that’s my magpie imagination.
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Calmer Week?

Looking forward to a somewhat less intense week, I began with a run very close to my recent average. Coffee, fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, and public office hours at R&R, and in a few minutes I’ll go to get a jab at the GP’s surgery. Maybe I’ll finish my MDR today? I should work on the last unfinished article, too.

Oh! I forgot to upload yesterday’s sermon — here it is, below the fold…
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