I’ve just watched David Miliband’s speech launching his bid to be Labour leader. He seems like a good guy. He said all the right things. Hope, justice, equality… But I wasn’t inspired.
Sometimes inspiration is as much how you say it as what you say.
I’m sitting thinking about a sermon for Sunday. It’s Pentecost, one of those Sundays which is hugely important to the church. It’s also one of those festivals which comes around every year and has had every angle of it preached on over the years.
I want to say the right things… but I also want people to be inspired.
So, in my usual Monday practice I went looking for inspiration in my usual places.
I found it on Roddy Hamilton’s site:
When those who trust love no longer wait for someone else to fix the problem of the church,
when faith is too important to hand it over to leaders to sort out,
when justice leaves behind those who think she is but a subset of the church’s work rather than the whole thing,
when followers give up on those who procrastinate about inclusion,
when diversity becomes an invite to a table of bread broken safely among people wearing their hidden truths across their foreheads,
when communion is a feast served by non-ordained women, children and men who know heaven won’t implode in doing so,
when the doctrine makers use marker pens to write ‘sorry’ over half their words,
when creeds are written in questions rather than in statements,
when dandelions become the plant of choice breaking out just where the ground has been cleansed against it,
then it is Pentecost.
Hope, justice, equality… but sometimes how you say it is just as important.
Thanks for inspiring me Roddy.