It’s the Internet, stupid…

Quick quiz question to begin the day:

Which is greater – the number of people who have visited this blog this year, or the number of people who are present in the Scottish Episcopal Church on a typical (ie the week before Advent when the figures are counted) Sunday?

It is an unfair question in a number of ways because it compares one day with a whole year and doesn’t measure engagement or committment. However it is a question that ought to make us sit up and take notice all the same. The answer is of course that this blog has had considerably more visitors this year than turn up at Episcopal churches on any normal Sunday.

I pose this teaser as a way into saying something about Christmas attendance at St Mary’s. There’s no getting away from the fact that we’ve had a busy Christmas. Numbers were significantly up at all services, the new service we put on for children on Christmas Eve was a runaway success and collections were double (yes, you heard me) what they were last year.

Now, there are some reasons for this. Last year we had a lot of snow, so that makes comparison difficult. (Though Christmas Eve was horribly wild this year too). Then there is the fact that we’ve a new member of staff this year and increasing numbers was the very reason we took him on.

However, one thing niggled away at me through Christmas. How did those coming to St Mary’s know about the services? After all, we changed the timetable quite radically this year – the Carol Service was on a Thursday evening instead of the Sunday before Christmas. How did the people know when to come? The new service for children and accompanying adults was a success and drew in people whom we’d never clapped eyes on. Who were they and why did they come?

There seems to me to be two forces at work. Word of mouth is one. (And one which I don’t underestimate). The influence of the internet is the other. (And most people I know considerably underestimate that).

The truth is, we don’t do much publicity these days that is not on line. We used to advertise in the Herald, but that form of communication was left by the wayside long since.

I was particularly struck this year by people whom I’d not met before saying that they came because they couldn’t find a church to go to near them. These were people from posh South Side (stop sniggering those of you in the West End, I’m being serious), Kelvinside and Anniesland. Particular comment was made about the fact that churches in other parts of the city did not appear to have Christmas services and that there was nothing for children.

I was so surprised about this that I started checking out what other Episcopal churches were up to.

It seems to me that we have a problem. According to the websites of quite a lot of our churches, there was nothing on at Christmas at all. Moreover, the Diocesan Website seemed to give out a message that the diocese was closed.

One of my new year’s resolutions is to help congregations engage online in easier ways. It seems to me that the mission of the church depends on it.

However, I am a lone voice whom no-one takes any notice of. (Well, except the tens of thousands of visitors this site gets).

There is almost no mention of online engagement in either the Provincial or the Diocesan mission planning processes. Nor in most of the mission literature I read.

If that continues to represent the reality in congregations, and they simply don’t engage with the way the world communicates then I draw a rather obvious and bleak conclusion.

And you all know what it is.

20111224 Midnight Mass – Sermon

When you come up to communion this evening, you need to keep your eyes open. There’s plenty to look at near the front of the church – lovely decorations, candles, baubles and twinkling lights. But keep your eyes peeled for a couple of strange, ethereal, beautiful creatures standing on either side of the altar.

Strange, ethereal and beautiful.

And I’m not referring to Cedric and myself. [Read more...]

He is come

He is come, he is come.

Wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.

Our God is amongst us.

How to be single at Christmas

I find myself wanting to write something about being single at Christmas. After all, I’ve got some experience to draw on. There was a time when I used to find being on my own at Christmas a tricky thing to think about, but these days its one of the times of the year when I genuinely think I can be thankful for my single status and would prefer to sit down to a nice Christmas dinner on my own than to be a guest any number of other people’s tables.

Here’s a bit of what I’ve been learning.

If you like being with others on Christmas Day and others invite you to join in then go for it. However, decide some time before the big day what you want to do and stick to it. If you don’t want to be with others then make your mind up to resist all invitations. Don’t be frightened of saying to people that you like your Christmas and you wouldn’t want to miss out on it. They will look at you in awe and wonder. They may tell you that you are brave. Smile in a knowing kind of way and murmur, “No, I’m vulnerable too sometimes” and this will confirm them in their view that you are more valiant than Braveheart or the Bruce.

Being on your own at Christmas is one of those things that can seem daunting. However, if you make it through and enjoy it, think how pleased you’ll be. Remember the first time you went to see a film on your own, or sat down in a restaurant on your own and got a kick out of it? (Not achieved this yet? – stay tuned and I may write about it in the new year).

If you don’t want to be on your own, but find that you will be, do some planning before the day. You might like to volunteer to help other people out. You might opt to work if your place of employment offers work on Christmas Day. Otherwise, make some choices and decide to do something that reflects what you would most like to do if given the gift of a bit of time to yourself.

I work a lot over Christmas doing what I love – celebrating in sign and symbol and razzmatazz the good news that God is come into the world. If you’ve never gone to church much at Christmas, don’t be shy. There isn’t a congregation the length or breadth of the country worth its salt that wouldn’t welcome you in to whatever they do. Cathedrals offer lots of special things at this time of the year and are very used to people coming on their own. One of the reasons that Cathedral congregations are perceived to be doing relatively well at the moment is that single people are welcome through the year. Its a place where it ain’t odd to come on your own and you can choose whether to scoot out of the door the moment the organ plays at the end or hang around and chat afterwards. Safe topics of conversation are – the weather, the music and how glamorous the Provost looked in that cope. If you really want to blend in, seek out some of the servers and ask them to show you some thurible tricks in a quiet corner.

When it comes to spending Christmas Day on my own, I tend to make sure that I’ve got good food in. I also am apt to buy a couple of treats in case I want entertainment – a DVD of an obscure film that no-one else would want to see, a salacious book (other than the Bible) and a pot of Waitrose custard are all it takes to make me sure that I’ll be OK these days. Nice magazines and mud-based face-packs for a sneaky spa afternoon are optional but highly desirable.

Be assured that you don’t have to play by anyone else’s expectations. If you want pea and ham risotto rather than roast a whole turkey for yourself, who is to stop you? And risotto is such comfort food at this time of the year. But stir it slow now,  stir it slow.

Decorate as much or as little as you like. I tend to like a minimalist Chirstmas with trees firmly in place and decorated at church but not at home. However I knew someone once who did out his whole house in pink feather boas and twinkling lights just to celebrate the birth of the Bethlehem babe.

In all your planning, remember the golden rule of coping at Christmas on your own: Its your choice.

Make it.

Decorating the Church

Now, just in case there is anyone reading this who comes to St Mary’s who hasn’t been around in previous years at Christmas – there’s a job to be done tomorrow that you might not know about and your help would be most appreciated.

As a liturgical church we are vigilant about keeping Advent, a time of preparation and waiting, a time which has its own distinctive (and sometimes slightly disturbing) mood. After Advent comes Christmas.

People sometimes find it strange to come to church in December and see no Christmas tree and no decorations but that’s because it ain’t Christmas yet. Whilst the world goes mad on lights and tinsel, we live in comparative plainness. No flowers. No glitz. Nothing to catch the eye.

All of this raises the question as to when we let go and decorate for the Feast. I’ve settled on a compromise which works for us. It is this – we don’t have anything Christmassy until we’ve managed to celebrate the Sung Eucharist on the fourth Sunday in Advent (which is tomorrow). Its a pragmatic compromise. If it was all up to me there would be no dressing the church in its finery until Christmas Eve and no Carol Service until Boxing Day. However, in this respect I am a pragmatist and am prepared to compromise for the greater good.

Thus, tomorrow morning is Advent in its austerity. Tomorrow evening is the Christmas Carol Service in all its glory.

Between the two, we need to make the difference, and that’s where you come in.

Once the words of the dismissal have been uttered tomorrow morning, all glitter breaks out. We’ve a job to do, dressing the church for the evening. Flowers, lights, Christmas trees, spit, polish and sparkle all need to be added to the church.

Its often one of the really nice community times of the year and often a chance to get to know folk whilst you are untangling the Christmas lights.

There’s a job for everyone as we get the church ready. If you are coming to sing “O come, O come Emmanuel” tomorrow morning, do plan on staying around for a bit after the service to help to get the church ready for Himself to arrive.

Merry What?

Just as a matter of interest, which of these two campaigns do you find offensive, if any?

Either

  1. The alleged Sexmas campaign which is purported to be about to be launched which aims to keep people from unwanted pregnancy and contracting HIV and other STDs. (More details from the usual outraged suspects, for example the Sun and the so-called Christian Institute)
  2. The Merry Pringles campaign which seems to aim to make us poorer and fatter by selling us tasty potato crisps.

I’m interested in this. Which is more offensive to those of us who follow the babe from Bethlehem?

Just asking.

Back to Normal

normalIt does feel rather difficult to get back to normal, whatever normal is. I’ve been neglecting the blog (and everything else) over the last few days.

I love Christmas but I am all too aware that it is very different for me than for most people. This year it has been just lovely. Fabulous music – “worthy of a very musical cathedral”, as someone said to me at morning prayer on St Stephen’s day. It has been lovely to welcome so many people into the building too. Christmas Day is a treat – I love standing at the door and saying hello to so many people whom I just don’t [yet] know.

In my head, I get all ready for Christmas Day and lay in lots of food and plan to cook myself a nice meal after I get home. In the end, I didn’t feel much like it and cooked the fatted hen on Boxing Day instead.

Highlights for me this year were:

  • The excitement of the Carol Service
  • The stillness when we went to almost candlelight at Midnight Mass
  • The singing of While Shepherds Watched to Lyngham – an inspired choice. (Cranbrook next year)
  • The dancebeat of the drum for Ecce Novum on Christmas Day

What about you?