Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle…

Today is Michaelmas – the day we read the story from Revelation of the Archangel Michael beating up the beast.

And war broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels fought against the dragon. The dragon and his angels fought back, but they were defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. The great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the Devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.

Oddly, I rather like the feast. It is a day for thinking about dragons and angels, and of course, a rather butch, military Michael with all the host of heaven sweeping in to put all things right.

I grew up surrounded with military metaphors for religion and by and large I laid them aside and left them be. In the Salvation Army there are few things that don’t have military imagery attached to them and it leads to a peculiar and, if you think about it, slightly troubling mindset. Plenty of people get very excited about the idea of jihad, holy war in Islam after all. Yet for most Muslims it doesn’t seem to be very far away from the religious language I grew up with.

I managed to rescue just a little of that spirit a number of years ago. A friend’s son had a terrible car accident and was fighting for his life. At the time I was attached to St Michael and All Saints church in Edinburgh. I remember on the Feast itself looking at a statue of Michael about to slay the dragon and realising that there wasn’t at that moment a better visual representation for how I wanted to pray.

Young man in question lived.

Yet whether we live or die, the faith I profess insists, sometimes against all credible evidence, that goodness is stronger than evil.

Worth making a fuss about, is that kind of sentiment and that is part of the reason I like to keep the feast.

The other part is that in a world where half the population believes in guardian angels and the other half is reading Harry Potter, a feast day with both Angels and Dragons just can’t be anything other than a mission opportunity.

Want to know why your young people don’t come to church. Maybe it is because adults don’t get excited enough about feast days like this one.

Sermon for Corpus Christi

May I begin by thanking Fr Kevin for inviting me to preach tonight.

Fr Kevin told me that when he announced on Sunday that I would be preaching, he heard a distinct giggle in the congregation. I’ve no idea whether that is true, or whether it is just Fr Kevin knowing how to butter me up and telling me what I would like to hear.

I’ve been here at St Michael and All Saints for most Corpus Christi celebrations since I was an ordinand in training here in Edinburgh 12 years or so ago. I did an attachment right here in this church.

This kind of worship was a discovery on my Christian journey. An unexpected surprise.

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Street Music

euphonium705088I was out and about today in the city of Glasgow doing good works and healing the sick and raising the dead and all the things that a busy clergyperson does the week before Christmas when I came upon a familiar sound. It was the sound of a Salvation Army band playing Christmas Tunes. I hesitate to call them carols because I heard them playing Jingle Bells, Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and We Wish You a Merry Christmas in that order before packing up and leaving.

The sight of a Salvation Army band brings up all kinds of mixed thoughts. After all, going carolling (yes it is a verb) in a Salvation Army band was an integral part of the run-up to Christmas in my childhood. It is what I was brought up to do.

This lunchtime it was Govan Band playing rather well. I can still be a connoisseur and the tenor horn parts will never leave me. I watched them for a while whilst wondering what the financial transaction between those giving and those receiving represents. In my childhood, people often gave money to the Salvation Army because of “cups of tea in the war”. However, it can’t be that these days, I suspect.

A little further down the street, I was treated to some of the same music but played on Scotland’s national instrument of war.

Whatever other conclusions I may have come to as I walked from one place to another, this one thing is sure. I prefer Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer played by a brass band than played on the bagpipes.

Happy holidays to you all.