NEWSLINK
The Parish Magazine
of Saint Faith's Church, Great
Crosby
Saint Faith’s Prayer for
Mission
God of unchanging power, your Holy Spirit enables us to
proclaim your love in challenging times and places:
give us fresh understanding and a clear vision, that together we may
respond to the call
to be your disciples and to rejoice in the blessings of your kingdom;
we ask this in the name of Him who gave His life that ours might
flourish,
your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
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July 2008
From the Ministry Team
A couple of months ago I wrote about one half of my job, which is about
getting local people involved in making decisions about how public
money is spent in their area. So, as promised, here is something about
the other half of my job, with Church Action on Poverty.
During my years as a parish priest in Bristol, not long after being
ordained, I had a conversion experience - something very dramatic
which has shaped my life ever since.
I’d been sent on a training course in New York. Ten days of intensive
encounter with people from all over the United States to explore a
particular way of citizen participation. The experience began in that
notorious area called The Bronx on New York’s lower south side. We
arrived at an enormous church hall which was packed with about three
thousand people. I thought at first it was a church service. A gospel
choir was leading some spirited singing and everyone was joining in
vigorously.
But then the mood changed. Everyone quietened down. And two women in
their late twenties began to address us. They invited a string of
parents on to the platform who talked about their community and its
problems. In particular, they talked about how their children were
pestered by drug dealers on their way to and from school every day.
They told us how frightening this was, what it was doing to their
neighbourhood, how it was corrupting young people.
Then they invited a guest onto the stage – the New York Chief of
Police. He was given five minutes to speak. And he was asked to respond
to a demand from local people – that safe corridors for young people
should be provided by the police morning and evening to allow them to
go to school, and return, unhindered. At the end of his speech the
Chief of Police said ‘yes’, he would do as local people had asked. He
then thanked the assembled people for their persistence, and for their
participation, and he agreed to a working relationship with them which
would continue around a whole list of issues to do with crime in the
area.
While I was in New York I listened to many similar stories of ordinary
people getting together, in large numbers in a very disciplined way, to
bring about change in their communities: drug houses being closed down;
affordable housing being built; good and decent paying jobs being
created – all by local people building new relationships with those in
power.
And what I came to understand during that training programme – my
conversion - was that the real problem is not the endless list of
issues which face poor (and not-so-poor) communities. The real problem
is people’s sense of being powerless in the face of those issues, and
the way in which they are often conditioned to think that we have no
voice in what is happening in their communities, and that there is no
way that they can make a difference.
In non-democratic countries (such as Zimbabwe) people are blocked from
the political process by violence, the threat of violence, loss of
livelihood and imprisonment. In democratic countries – like the UK -
the process is more subtle. The complexity of issues and their solution
often makes participating difficult. Or there is the appearance of
people being involved which ends up simply being a charade. Then there
is the imbalance when ordinary citizens try to challenge the policies
of officials and bureaucrats - particularly when the citizen is poor,
not well educated, or does not speak the language fluently. As a
result, the vast majority of people in modern democracies have given up
trying to impact public policy, even in the most basic ways such as
casting their vote. And we can see clearly some of the result of this
passivity and apathy – the poor living in ever more alienated,
marginalised and dangerous communities; and the rich putting up fences
and hiring private security firms and living in what are known as
‘gated communities’.
My conversion experience was to a way of working called broad-based
community organising. It is a process of bringing together a large,
disciplined, well-researched coalition of different community and
faith-based organisations whose members are determined to make a
difference in their neighbourhoods and across their city or area.
I am currently working in Manchester with almost one hundred such
organisations which are thinking of coming together in this way – to
share their stories of concern, to carry out detailed research on
particular issues, and to build respectful two-way relationships with
power holders in the city in order to bring about change. The diversity
of this growing coalition is amazing – and it creates energy – Muslims,
Jews, every Christian denomination, Unitarians; refugees from almost
every corner of the world; people who run carers organisations; tenants
and residents groups; cultural organisations; two prominent groups
trying to tackle gun and gang crime.
An individual cannot challenge public policy effectively - but if they
can organise 10, 20, 100 or 1,000 people, they can
effect change. And we are not talking about rabble
rousing, this isn’t the force of a mob. This is simply active,
responsible citizenship. It is about groups of people fulfilling their
vocation as human beings – a part of which is to be able to shape the
culture and society in which they live.
There are two events in the bible, one in the Old Testament and one in
the New, when something extraordinary happens as people come together
across their differences. The first is when all the tribes gather with
Moses to meet God on Mount Sinai. The second is on the Day of Pentecost
when all those people of different nationalities and languages came
together and were able to understand each other and were filled with a
strange new life.
Both events – both experiences of ‘mixed multitude’ - were times when
God’s people received the Spirit, times when something extraordinary
happened in their community. Broad-based organising at its best creates
experiences of that kind. People coming together in the public realm as
an assembly - which is the meaning of the Greek word for church – the
ecclesia. People coming together around their values and their hopes
and dreams - and making something happen which is new and
extraordinary. And my experience is that this can effect real and
lasting change – not just around the issues which people face – but
also in the relationships they build with each other around the things
they care about most. It is a way of renewing democracy.
Fr Mark
Thank
You!
I wish to thank the Family of St. Faith’s for the many cards, get well
messages and their prayers during my recent illness.
Also for the very warm welcome you all gave me on my first visit back
to church.. It was lovely to be back.
Laura Rankin
Canon
and Convert
If you can’t be at St Faith’s on a Sunday morning, it is difficult to
dream up anywhere better to be than at Chichester Cathedral celebrating
its Feast of Title on Trinity Sunday.
That was where we were a few weeks ago, worshipping amid a riot of
beautiful stonework, stained glass and vivid works of art, both
paintings and sculpture, at the Sung Eucharist. Outside, peregrine
falcons screamed in the sunlight from the spire which they haunt;
inside the cathedral was surprisingly well-filled and the welcome, the
music and the ritual itself were warm and inspiring. And on top of all
this, the celebrant was the Dean, none other than Nicholas Frayling,
late of St Nicholas, Pier Head and known to many of us. Over a glass of
wine in the South Transept afterwards he took time out from greeting
his congregation to welcome us and enquire after St Faith’s and our
clergy – and he sends the warmest of greetings to St Faith’s and all
who remember him.
What particularly prompted this piece, however, was the presence at the
service of Chanoine (Canon) Dominique Albert, Archiprêtre
(Arch-Priest, or Rector) of Chartres Cathedral, with which, as with
several other great European shrines, Chichester has enjoyed long and
fruitful ecumenical relationships. This distinguished French Roman
Catholic priest was decked out in full French R.C. garb (the Dean
invited Fr Neil to envy such sartorial excess!) and he preached
passionately and often comprehensibly on the difficult topic of the
Trinity. I don’t expect he took communion, but his presence as we all
filed up through the chanting choir to kneel beneath the magnificent
and colourful John Piper altar tapestry bore eloquent witness to the
warm ecumenical embrace that is often possible between Anglicans and
Roman Catholics. The whole experience was uplifting, devotional, and it
felt entirely right in every way.
Within a few hours we were listening to a television studio discussion
about the recent conversion of Autumn Kelly from R.C. to C.of E. before
her marriage to Peter Phillips. The R.C. journalist Melanie McDonagh
was sounding off indignantly about this, inveighing against the tyranny
of the laws of succession, inferring both denominational treachery and
pressure from the Protestant establishment. It was sadly all too clear
that she felt that the girl had forfeited her birthright and sold her
soul, if not to the devil, then at least to something vastly inferior
to the True Church. The rebuttal came from the splendidly named Dickie
Arbiter, who calmly pointed out that it would take a catastrophe of
unimaginable proportions to remove the serried ranks of those currently
above her new husband from the scene and thus put her in reach of the
throne - and that no pressure of any sort had been put on her to ‘come
over’. It was her free choice, and one to which she was as entitled as
anyone else. Indeed so – and I felt that had the conversion been in the
other direction I cannot imagine anyone making such a fuss.
The contrast between the Archiprêtre’s benign presence at a great
act of Anglican sacramental worship and the intemperate condemnation of
the actions of an individual member of the Catholic laity speaks
volumes about the polarities of viewpoints existing in the field of
ecumenical relationships. All I can say is that in both cases actions
speak so much louder than words. If the church is to survive and bear
faithful witness in a divided and secular world, we surely need many
more Chichesters and far fewer McDonaghs.
Chris Price
Christian
Aid Week Collection 2008
Many thanks to our team of gallant collectors who this year raised a
record total of £1094. Much of this was gift aided,
enabling a further £106 to be recouped from the Chancellor by
Christian Aid.
In Ghana there is a wise saying; ‘One stick can be easily broken. But
many bound together are strong.’
Christian Aid works with around 600 different partner organisations in
nearly 50 countries, empowering some of the world’s poorest communities
to improve their lives.
Christian Aid Week is an essential part of making that work possible.
Our team was part of a movement of more than 300,000 collectors who
have raised millions of pounds of life-changing money helping
individuals to help others in their communities.
This is an example of how the money is used. Idrissu, a Ghanaian,
overcame poverty, disability, and stigma to become a teacher. But he
was determined to empower others as well. Christian Aid’s successful
campaigning on debt relief in developing countries helped secure vital
funds for poor communities. Christian Aid supporters raised vital funds
for SEND, Christian Aid’s partner in Ghana. SEND trained Idrissu on how
to apply to his government for debt relief money. Idrissu has helped
others with disabilities to access the free healthcare and resource
centre they are entitled to. He’s also learnt sign language so poor
people with hearing problems are no longer excluded from the community.
Together we have helped to transform Idrissu’s community
From envelopes through the doors of Waterloo to free healthcare for
people in Ghana, we’ve empowered people together. Well done everybody!
Kathleen Zimak
A Reflection from
the late Dr Leslie Weatherhead’s book, ‘Time for God’
Beckoning
Finger
In one of his books, Brunner, the famous theologian, tells us of a
vision he had of the progress of humanity. He saw the forward march of
the great human family, led by its prophets, saints and seers. But all
those who moved forward had their gaze fixed on One far ahead and above
them, but facing them and beckoning to them.
Christ is not merely one who two thousand years ago passed across the
stage of history, doing lovely deeds, saying inspiring words and living
a blameless life, who then disappeared into the unseen, and who
inspires us now only by the records of the past. He is not merely the
One who having conquered death is with His followers, standing by them
and helping them in the problems of their daily life. He is the Christ
of the future. He stands at the end of the road which every man
travels. In Him all the trends of true progress find their culmination.
He is not only ‘up to date’, to use a common phrase, but ‘up to’ a date
we have not yet reached. He will be utterly relevant to life at a point
in time which we who are living now will never see on earth. He does
not influence us from the past only, or pledge His word to stand by us
in the present. He beckons us from what we call the future, and any
pathways which do not lead to Him will turn out to be false trails
which, if pursued far enough, will bring us to disaster.
All of us who try to follow Him would be wise, whatever our label, to
follow His beckoning finger. We may well go back to the records, within
and without the New Testament, to make sure of His historic reality.
(The evidence for this proves that His historicity is as well-grounded
as that of Plato.) We are wise to ponder the Resurrection to assure
ourselves that He is still alive. But the angel of reality calls to us
also, ‘He goeth before you.’ Would we not be wise to overhaul Church
services, Church organizations, creedal assertions, and, most
importantly, our own Christian experience, in case we are hanging about
an empty tomb when a living Master has gone on and beckons us to follow
Him?
How easy it is to acquiesce in the familiar Church service long after
it has anything of the life of the risen Christ in it! How easy to
recite ancient affirmations when the living truth has long since left
them! Froude, the historian, asks what the health of England would be
like if there had been thirty-nine articles of medicine imposed three
hundred years ago by Parliament, and if every doctor had been compelled
‘to compound his drugs by the prescriptions of Henry VIII’s physician,
Dr. Butts’. Instead of moving forward in our apprehension of truth, we
try rather pathetically to maintain its historic continuity of
expression. We still seek the living truth among its dead forms, and so
often the search is fruitless. ‘Why seek ye the living among the dead?’
Curious Crosby Customs
The editor, browsing the internet, came upon these extracts from a site
entitled ‘British Popular Customs Present and Past.’ The first rang a
bell, but the second was new, and fascinating.
The Crosby Goose
Fair
‘At Great Crosby, a suburban village about seven miles from Liverpool,
early in October, every year there is held a local festival, which is
called the ‘Goose Fair’. The feast takes place when the harvest is
gathered in about that part of the country, and so it forms a sort of
‘harvest-home’ gathering for the agriculturists of the neighbourhood.
It is said also that, at this particular period, geese are finer and
fatter after feeding on the stubble-fields than at any other time.
Curious to say, however, the bird in question is seldom, if ever, eaten
at these feasts.’
Saint
Faith’s Day Custom
‘On 6th October a very curious custom is observed in the North of
England. A cake of flour, spring-water, salt, and sugar must be made by
three maidens or three widows, and each must have an equal share in the
composition. It is then baked before the fire in a Dutch-oven, and, all
the while it is doing, silence must be strictly observed, and the cake
must be turned nine times, or three times to each person. When it is
thoroughly done it is divided into three parts. Each one taking her
share, and cutting it into nine slips, must pass each slip three times
through a wedding-ring previously borrowed from a woman who has been
married at least seven years. Then each one must eat her nine slips as
she is undressing, and repeat the following rhyme:
“O good St. Faith, be kind to-night,
And bring to me my heart's delight;
Let me my future husband view,
And be my visions chaste and true.”
Then all three must get into bed with the ring suspended by a string to
the head of the couch, and they will be sure to dream of their future
husbands.’
The alleged source is simply recorded as ‘Brand's Pop. Antiq. 1849’.
The editor believes that it is high time that this venerable custom was
revived - and where better than in our church at our next Patronal
Festivities? Perhaps the Catering Committee could take the lead. We can
probably find three widows without much trouble…..
Steps
Toes emerging, gently stirring,
Feet for life that’s just begun.
Feet for crawling, toddling, walking,
Feet for splashing, feet for fun.
Feet for running, hopping, skipping,
Feet for tapping to the beat.
Feet for climbing, kicking, scoring,
Feet for cycling down the street.
Feet for swimming, socialising,
Feet for stepping out in style.
Feet for dancing and romancing,
Feet for cruising down the aisle.
Feet for rambling and exploring,
Feet for strolling in the sun.
Feet for shuffling, stumbling, falling,
Feet at rest, life's journey done.
E.J Cranleigh
(read at a recent funeral conducted
by Fr Dennis)
The Servers’ Sponsored Saturday Saunter
As you may know, some of the serving team decided that a ‘different’
way of fundraising for our church this year would be to do a sponsored
walk. The 17 mile coastal route from Southport, back to Waterloo was
chosen, as it would prove suitably pleasant and challenging for those
choosing to participate. Therefore on Saturday 31st May the newly
formed ‘St Faith’s Ramblers’ met up early in the morning at Southport
Fair to commence the walk. Whilst organised by the serving team, the
invitation to participate in walking was open to all, and I was really
pleased to see so many taking part. The line up included David Jones,
Ken Bramwell, Martin Caesar, Brian Evison, Judith and Gary Moizer,
Emily Skinner, Sue and Grace Walsh, Phil and Chelsea Jones, Cathy and
Mike Taylor, Christine Spence and of course yours truly. We were also
joined by a few other friends, all of whom made the event even more
memorable. Upon leaving Southport Fair, we left our baggage and
sundries with our support team (Geoff
Moss and Kevin Walsh) whose job it was to meet us at specific points
along the journey to provide refreshments, moral support and a lift
home (if required). I am pleased to say that this last function didn’t
need to be fulfilled until we reached Hall Road Coast Guard station,
where two of our number decided they needed to go on ahead to the
church in order to organise our welcoming committee!
The walk itself was very pleasant. We had great weather, and there was
as much sunburn inflicted as there were blisters and aching limbs at
the end of the day. The first part of the walk saw us take Southport’s
coast road up until Ainsdale Nature Reserve. Then through the nature
reserve for a couple of miles and on to the beach at Freshfield.
The group was very motivated and kept each other going as we tackled
different types of terrain (i.e. tarmac, woodland and sand – all before
lunch!) We continued along the beach until we got to Formby, where we
met up with our loyal support team and enjoyed lunch together and a
well-earned break. Limbs did start to seize up at this point, and some
of our gang began to discover joints and muscles they did not know they
had! However, once refuelled and suitably re-motivated, off we set
again. This time along a foot path out of Formby, which led us to the
boat club at Hightown. This was probably the most difficult part of the
walk, as the path and shrubbery meant that we had to do this part of
the walk in single file, and it is much more difficult to engage with
your fellow walkers and motivate them in this situation. But we were
soon at Hightown, where after another quick comfort break and
rendezvous with our support team, we set off across the sand dunes with
Crosby in our sights! The coast guard station passed us by and we were
soon at Crosby baths, where we could almost smell the refreshments
being rustled up for us back at the church hall. We came off the beach
here and made our way to College Road, at the top of which, St Faith’s
came into sight and we knew we were home! I felt a real feeling of
pride and achievement walking into the church hall, not least because
we had done the walk as a team and enjoyed a lot of fellowship during
the course of day. Of course there were lots of aches and pains to be
dealt with, but the objectives of the day, those of challenging
ourselves with such an event and raising funds for our church had been
achieved. Many thanks to Ruth and to Eunice who were on hand to dish up
scouse and foot massages respectively for our weary walkers (and I
think even Kevin managed to get a foot massage after a hard day of
driving the van!)
In all, I think everyone who participated had a great day, and I look
forward to us making this a regular fund raising event. Speaking of
which, I shall be more than happy to relieve any readers of their
sponsorship money if they didn’t get round to sponsoring anyone. All
sponsorship gratefully received will go towards church funds and I will
report back as to the final total in next month’s Newslink.
Thanks to everyone who has supported us in this event.
Leo Appleton
(See the display at the back of
church for Leo’s pictures of the Sponsored Stroll. All
non-participants and non-servers congratulate the gallant band. They
also Serve who only stand and Sponsor… Ed.)
Celebrating
with Fr Martin
Sunday, June 8th was in every sense a red-letter day for Martin Jones,
the latest in the long line of men and women who found their vocation
to the priesthood at St Faith’s. His ordination day was marked by two
marvellous acts of worship, great Anglican Occasions both attended by a
goodly band of supporters from the United Benefice.
As always – and we ordination groupies have been to more than few such
occasions over many years – the cathedral service was uplifting,
inspiring, even awesome. There were wonderfully quiet and devotional
moments (especially the repeated soft chanting during the sacrament of
ordination) and thunderous sound from the organ, with full-throated
singing from the great congregation. Two hours of worship, but the time
slipped by.
Martin’s First Mass at St Oswald’s, Winwick, that evening, was equally
splendid. Our coachload were disgorged into the sunlight with plenty of
time to admire the lovely old church, in its verdant, tree-lined
setting, and to be told the obligatory story of the supposed origins of
the Winwick Pig. That’s another story – but it’s an odd link between
Martin’s old and new churches that both feature a pig! (in the Runcie
window, in case you didn’t know).
There were almost as many people in the procession as there had been in
the cathedral; procession, and they were augmented by our robed choir.
The service was colourful, joyful and devotional, and Fr Neil preached
memorably on the meaning of priesthood, while a fully-vested Fr Martin
celebrated for the first time with evident delight.
Afterwards across the green in the hall (and spilling out on to the
sunny green) there were lavish refreshments, and speeches and
presentations. Martin’s parishioners (from the three churches of
Winwick, Holinfare and Glazebury) gave him a magnificent icon,
and from the Walsingham Circle of the United Benefice he received a
fine chasuble. You can see my pictures of much of all this at the back
of church and on the website.
A long but memorable day indeed. As we drove back, still bathed in
sunshine, there was much to reflect upon and for which to give thanks:
not least for the long line of ordinands who have found their calling
at St Faith’s. It is good to know that the line
stretches into the future. Robed as an ordinand at St Oswald’s, and
recently accepted for training, was Margaret Dixon, nurtured in the
faith amongst us, and, of course, the daughter of the late George
Goodwin, much-loved sacristan of St Faith’s. Below she tells us
something about her vocation: we pray for her and for Martin, and for
all whom God has called to serve him in the sacred ministry.
Chris Price
A
Message from Margaret
Chris has asked me to write a short piece about my vocation. I was a
member of St Faith’s congregation in my youth, so some of you may still
remember me. St Faith’s and many older members of the congregation
certainly helped to form and influence my early Christian upbringing.
And I might not be in this position if it was not for the love and
support that I received as a young person when I was developing my
Christian Faith.
Hearing a call from God is an awesome thing but discerning where that
call might be leading is a prolonged process. I began to explore my
vocation about a year ago. This culminated in me attending a BAP
(Bishop’s Advisory Panel) a few months ago where I was selected to
train for the priesthood.
I have now begun taking services and preaching before I begin my
part-time training at Cuddesdon near Oxford over the next three years.
For my first experience of preaching on Ascension Day I even arrived to
discover the Bishop had decided to sing with the choir that evening –
nothing like having a senior cleric in your first audience! It must get
easier after that!
I would like to give thanks for the support that I have received from
many people from St Faith’s and ask you to pray for me over the coming
months.
Love from Margaret
The
Nun’s Story
Sister Mary Katherine lived in silence in the nunnery for
five years before the Mother Superior said to her, ‘Sister Mary
Katherine, you have been here for five years. You may speak two
words.’
Sister Mary Katherine said, ‘Hard bed.’ ‘I'm sorry to hear that,’ the
Mother Superior said, ‘We will get you a better bed.’
After another five years, Sister Mary Katherine was summoned again by the Mother Superior. ‘You may say another two words, Sister Mary Katherine.’
‘Cold
food,’ said Sister Mary Katherine, and the Mother Superior assured her
that the food would be better in the future.
On her 15th anniversary at the nunnery, the Abbess again called Sister Mary Katherine in to his office. ‘You may say two words today.’
‘I quit,’ said Sister Mary Katherine. ‘It’s probably best,’ said the Mother Superior. ‘You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here.’
(supplied by Joan
Utley)
Beauty
Tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run its fingers through it once a
day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk
alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at
the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one
for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
Audrey Hepburn
The 100+
Club June Draw
1
Maurice and Sally Noakes
2 Irene Salisbury
3 Rick
Walker
4 Mandy Preece
The
Summer Saturday Concerts
We are now past half way in the longest series of Summer Saturdays to
date. Still time to come and enjoy a varied range of talented
performers. Then church is open from 11.00 am to 1.00 pm, light
refreshments are on sale, and the (free!) concerts, usually lasting
between half and three-quarters of an hour, start at 12 noon.
The schedule for the next few weeks is:
28 June Judith Barker (alto)
5 July St. Faith’s Choir
12 July Ian Dunning (Baritone)
19 July Rob Fleming (horn) and
Neil Kelley (piano)
26 July Robin Panter (Viola) and
Neil Kelley (piano)
Welcome Sam!
Fr Neil Kelley is delighted to announce the appointment of Sam Austin
as Director of Music of the United Benefice of Saint Faith Great Crosby
and Saint Mary the Virgin Waterloo Park. He will start his duties
in September 2008.
Sam is currently the Organ Scholar at Liverpool Anglican Cathedral and
is in the first year of studying for a Master’s Degree (organ) over two
years at the Royal Northern College of Music. He has secured the
Organ Scholarship at the Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral for 2008/09.
Previously, he has been the Percy Whitlock Organ Scholar at Birmingham
Symphony Hall and Assistant Organist at The Oratory, Birmingham.
He was the Organist and Director of Music at St Mary’s Priory Church,
Warrington, and Musical Director of the Liverpool Festival Choir.
He has given performances in many parts of the country and is also a
keen bell-ringer.
Of his new appointment, Sam Austin said: “I am delighted to accept the
appointment and look forward to some fantastic music making, with
musicians of the united benefice and beyond”
(from the recent
press release announcing the very welcome news of this appointment. You
can see what Sam looks like, on the boards in church)
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