Welcome to the thoughts, reflections and insights of an Interfaith Minister and Celebrant. I don’t know how you landed on this page but I hope you find postings and links that touch your heart, make you think and uplift your spirits.
Rev. Akasha Lonsdale
October 24, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Radical Secularism or Rampant Apathy
April 5, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I don’t know about you but I am getting rather fed up with the Church of England constantly complaining that the increase in radical secularism is the cause of their dwindling congregations.
Actually one of the key reasons is that many of their services are boring. Yes, boring. They may appeal to the older traditionalists but many of them don’t address the most important people – the young.
I recently watched three great BBC2 Documentaries “Reverse Missionaries” where, in each one, an overseas Minister came to the UK to stay in the Parish of the original missionary who had taken Christianity to their country. It was such an eye-opener, particularly for the visiting Ministers because what they encountered were generally an older generation who were very stuck in their ways and rather than get out and engage with younger people, were more comfortable complaining that no-one came to church anymore. What the visitors did, was what Jesus did, they got out into the community and started engaging with the younger people.
Even though there was resistance and apathy to start with, gradually those children and teenagers who had previously had some form of Christian input began to respond to the sheer enthusiasm of the visiting Ministers and the fact that they genuinely did care.
I must admit to wondering though what would happen once they all returned to their own countries and whether everything would just slide back to how it had been, but some very positive seeds had been sown.
Of the two Anglican churches in a town near me, one of them is quite full on a Sunday but again with mainly older people and the service is traditional. The other is nearly always full. Why? Because it is a family church, there is live music and the words to the upbeat hymns are on power point screens either side of the church. After a short while the younger members are taken for their own service in another part of the building and return towards the end. I have heard some people derogatively refer to the service as “more happy clappy” but I’d bet money on the fact that if it continues as it is, it will still be thriving in years to come and that when the children become adults, they will be bringing their children. I wouldn’t bet on the other one though.
Whilst I believe that we are a more secular society, I certainly don’t believe that it’s radical or at a crisis point. However I do believe that there is rampant apathy in many cases. In my experience as an Interfaith Minister many more people these days class themselves as “spiritual but not religious” and they certainly want to include sacred elements in their ceremonies. This indicates that they do have a faith or a belief in a higher source, and perhaps if Church services were livelier or there was more involvement in the community, I suspect they’d attract some of those people to their doors before it’s too late and they close forever.
A Tragic Waste……..
March 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I am so saddened to hear of the death yesterday of PC David Rathband who was blinded by Raoul Moat who went on a killing rampage that ultimately targeted the police. It seems that he took his life and left a note to say that he’d lost his sight, lost his job and at Xmas, lost his wife who left him. In an interview with BBC’s Sian Williams in December 2010 he spoke of the terrible nightmares he regularly experienced and how for the first 4.4miles of his run to raise money for the Blue Light Foundation, the charity he founded, he had seen the face of RM the whole way, but his image had finally gone on the day the trial ended.
The police force come under a lot of attack too regularly but I don’t think that enough people appreciate just how dangerous their job is on a daily basis. One moment they can be on a regular shift, the next they can be dead or seriously disabled. My first husband was a traffic officer and I well remember sleepless nights when he was on night shift, and the relief of hearing him come home safely in the morning.
I still have connections with the police force through voluntary chaplaincy and have the greatest admiration for their work. Every day they put their lives on the line to keep our society as safe as possible, a job that is ever more difficult in the face of increasing financial cuts. And every now and again there is a tragedy such as the event that befell PC Rathband. My heart goes out to his colleagues and his family. May he now R.I.P and his legacy of the Blue Light Foundation go from strength to strength.
Strength from Adversity
February 3, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I never cease to be amazed and humbled by the stories I read of people who turn adversity into strength. Today I was reading a heartwarming story of six year old Lola who was carefully and lovingly cutting her mother’s hair before it fell out from the side effects of chemotherapy. Her mother, Sara Etchells had decided to make a video of the occasion so that she might explain in more detail later to her daughter, but when friends saw it they were very moved and suggested that it could be used positively in some way. It was therefore decided to put it on You Tube and a justgiving page was created to raise money for a selection of cancer charities. I have just watched the You Tube posting and it moved me to tears. Such love and tenderness between mother and daughter as well as laughter. I hope you find it as beautiful and inspiring as I did. I also felt very grateful. This is the link for You Tube Sara and Lola – a special moment and this is the link for donations: www.justgiving.com/teams/Saralola
Shopping with an Old Bag
January 22, 2012 By Leave a Comment
There is now a strong move by the EU to ban the provision to customers of plastic bags at the checkout. This is nothing new. The campaign has been in place for several years and many major supermarkets have invested heavily in encouraging customers to buy bags for life, but gradually as the recession has taken hold I have noticed that apart from one exception, bags are provided in the same way as before. In fact as I was reading the article about this I was having a coffee in a supermarket and watching the huge numbers of plastic bags being used by consumers. The argument is that a ban would further cause a problem to suffering retailers (for whom I have a lot of empathy) because shoppers wouldn’t make those impulse buys.
How hard is it though to remember to take shopping bags? Most people drive a car – put them in the car. If you have a handbag, carry a small fold up shopping bag in it, believe me it doesn’t take up much space. I don’t know about other countries but in France if you don’t take your own bags, you pay to buy one – and quite right too because most shoppers make sure they don’t forget their own reusable bags. Surely as consumers and occupants of this planet where our environment and wildlife are seriously affected by discarded plastic, particularly bags, we need to start taking some personal responsibility and not keep on expecting to have everything provided.
The Lost Village of Imber
December 31, 2011 By Leave a Comment
A number of years ago I watched a documentary about the tiny village of Imber that sits in the middle of Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, UK. No-one has lived there since the military requisitioned it in 1943 and used it as a training ground for American soldiers in readiness for the D-Day landings in WW11. It was meant to be given back to the villagers after the war as many families had been there for generations. It never happened and there were plans in the 1960’s to dismantle the main church St.Giles and reconstruct it elsewhere. Fortunately, a group of people gathered to protest at this ……and they won.
So today after receiving a last minute email from Ruth Underwood the daughter of Austin who spearheaded the campaign, my husband John and I went to St. Giles to take part in the 10th Annual Interfaith Peace Vigil. Usually the road to Imber is closed to the public but they open it at certain times of the year so that villagers and visitors can return. We met a man whose family had lived in the village for generations and he had come to visit a family grave. Most of the village was demolished or fell down, and shell houses built for use in combat training. It is a strange place but the church was buzzing with people interested to know more and look around.
The peace vigil was a small gathering of about ten people and two young children who quietly occupied themselves colouring. Small candles were lit, song was sung and readings on peace were randomly selected from a variety of books provided. At the end I read a Native American Peace Prayer:
O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you;
To your messengers in the four winds, and
To Mother Earth who provides for your children.
Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other, so that they may grow with peace in mind.
Let us learn to share all good things that you provide for us on this Earth.
And in writing this post I give thanks for the likes of Ruth’s father, Austin, whose actions generated a movement that allowed us to be in Imber today enjoying the beauty of the ancient village church that remains.
Happy 2012 and May Peace Prevail on Earth.
The photo of St. Giles is courtesy of http://www.imberchurch.org.uk/ and The Friends of St.Giles Church
The Origin of the Christmas Cracker!
December 19, 2011 By Leave a Comment
I was at a Christmas meal yesterday and pulled the customary cracker to produce a paper hat, small gift and joke. I also pulled out The History of Tom Smith and as I always love knowing the story behind tradition, I thought I would share it with you. This is what it said.
“It was on a trip to Paris, in 1840 that an adventurous and forward thinking Tom Smith discovered the ‘bon bon’ sugared almond, wrapped in a twist of tissue paper. Seven years later this simple idea evolved into the Christmas Cracker.
By placing a small love motto in the tissue paper he created enormous interest in this product, especially at Christmas and it was during a search for inspiration to achieve even greater sales that he casually threw a log on the fire. The crackle sound, made by the burning log, gave him the idea that would eventually lead to the crackers we know and love today. After a great deal of hard work and experimentation he came up with a cracking mechanism that created a ‘pop’ as the ‘bon bon’ wrapping was broken. This eventually became the snap and the cracker was born.
Over the next few years his idea evolved and grew and he moved from his original premises in Clerkenwell, East London, to Finsbury Square, in the City. His sons, Tom, Walter and Henry took over the business when he died and later a drinking fountain was erected in Finsbury Square, by Walter, in memory of his mother and to commemorate the life of the man who invented the Christmas Cracker.
It was Walter who introduced the paper hats and he toured the world to find new and unusual ideas for the gifts.
The company was very aware of current affairs and crackers were created for the Suffragettes, War Heroes, Charlie Chaplin, The Coronation and many other great occasions. Exclusive crackers were also made for the Royal Family and still are to this day.”
Happy Christmas…………….
Xmas Simplicity
December 13, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Everywhere there is talk of doom, gloom and recession with the retail industry fearing that this might be the worst year ever for sales. Many parents are stressing out because they don’t know how they can meet the demands or expectations from children for presents that can match, compete with or better what their peers have without getting into more debt. But should they buy into this subtle pressure or perhaps guide their children to be content with less?
I am mindful of the last verse of my favourite 19th century Christmas carol “In the bleak midwinter” by Christina Rossetti.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
Perhaps we need to change our focus, because all over the world including in the UK, people are living in poverty. Maybe it would be better to focus on being grateful for what we do have. If you have a roof over your head, food on the table and some money in your pocket – you are doing much better than thousands of others.
Maybe now as a New Year approaches is the ideal opportunity to review how money is spent and what makes us really happy. A time to truly think more about giving from our hearts and to include those less fortunate, rather than be anxious that the usual level of spending isn’t possible. I’m not suggesting we go back to just putting an orange and some nuts in a Christmas stocking – but sometimes less is definitely more and a small gift given from the heart is worth far more than one which has just had money thrown at it.
Hear one of my favourite artists, Annie Lennox, sing this carol.
The Upside of Recession
December 7, 2011 By Leave a Comment
In the middle of a recession that in the UK is predicted to worsen, it might seem very difficult to consider that there could actually be an upside – but I believe there is.
I was watching a program last night on Channel4 about the scandal of houses that have been left empty now for up to twenty years in some cases. In many cases they are good quality Victorian two up, two downs that were emptied with a view to demolition and replacement with houses considered to be more suitable for family needs today. However, because of the downturn in the building trade some years before this current decline and reducing funding for local councils, they have remained empty and boarded up, despite the UK suffering one of the greatest housing shortages since WW2. These houses cover an area the equivalent size of the city of Leeds – which is pretty big and cost taxpayers £millions per year just to keep empty.
Given how homelessness is also growing daily it is a national scandal but now a number of key players are working very hard to change the situation, not only by getting a local council on board but by actually renovating and modernising some of the properties to prove that they can indeed be more than fit for habitation in the 21st Century.
I don’t think that this would have caused such an outrage and been such a powerful driver for action if it weren’t for the recession and the pressure to find more housing. Times of crisis push us to think again about what is possible – a bit like the wartime spirit of “make do and mend”. So this definitely feels like the upside of recession. The added bonus is that if these houses can be renovated and lived in again, a sense of community might also return to the areas. Another bonus could be that developers will stop circling round our Green Belt like hungry vulchers – and we might even end up keeping some of our “green and pleasant land” for a bit longer!
If you feel strongly about this campaign then you can read more here and join the 62 thousand plus people who have already signed the petition.
The photo is courtesy of Jeanne Boleyn. All the houses have now been renovated.
Who says Class is Dead?
November 29, 2011 By Leave a Comment
This is the new coat-of-arms for John Bercow, Speaker for the House of Commons. Along with previous speakers dating back to Sir Thomas More in 1253, a new portrait which remains the property of the government, was also commissioned. Criticism has been levelled at these purchases because of the state of the economy and concerns about public spending but also because of their content.
However, I wonder if there isn’t more than a hint of snobbery aligned with the comments because John Bercow is the son of a North London cab driver and instead of attending one of the major public schools, he went to a comprehensive, and latterly gained a First Class Honours Degree from the University of Essex. As the Right Honourable John Bercow, MP, he has been Speaker of the House of Commons since June 2009.
Despite being called tacky and tasteless in certain circles, I like the broad representations of his coat-of-arms. The ladder shows his rise from humble beginnings; the golden balls (or roundels) his link with professional tennis and the scimitars from the County of Essex where he was at University. Then interspersing his motto are small pink triangles which represent his championing of LGBT rights (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender). The Flag of Equality is represented by the rainbow curls on either side and then of course is the motto itself: All Are Equal.
Personally anyone who promotes the concept of equality gets my vote, and whilst I am aware that he has courted controversy over his years in politics his achievements have clearly been based on hard work and his own abilities. Given that the role of Speaker is one of the cornerstones of our democracy with an ancient lineage, I think this merits both a portrait and a coat-of-arms.
