Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I've got that tuesday feeling!

How do?

The content of this blog will be three-fold:

1) Today, Tuesday 29th August 2006
2) Fasting
3) Jobs and Houses

1) Today we had a delightful day wandering through Luton. We searched (mostly unsuccessfully) for art materials and seeds and trowels.

Eventually we discovered Poundstretcher had seeds so we bought the shady collection. In this pack there were 30 bulbs to be planted Aug-Dec and they promise they will flower in various intervals from January til Jun. Amazing! If you want to go and check out our handiwork in the future then go to Dallow Road and opposite the Kiani Motors garage there is a spot of grassy land. And there you shall find beautiful blue, pink and yellow flowers!

The bulbs professionally held by ex-professional hand model Roxy S Hastings.



And here is Fiona digging like a good 'un. She claimed to be the best at planting the bulbs, and some might say "rightly so"



2) Today I am fasting which is a word for where you deliberately don't have something. Today I havent eaten any food yet. Predictably I am very hungry.

3) I am currently without a job or a house. I have put in an application for a Finance Officer job which I hope I get, I may be pretty good at it but I sometimes feel that some of my experience I put on my form isn't exactly what they are looking for.

Being without a house this week is bad because it means John and I feel a certain amount of unsettledness. We are really looking forward to getting a house. It also bad because it has meant housing all of our friends is trickier.

P.S Here is a "paparazzi" picture I took of Fiona talking on Monday night, where she said a whole heap of really good stuff about our generation. The picture profiles Emma's leg:

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Come over to Luton weekday evenings

Join us this week as a series of meetings at St Matthews Church in Wenlock Street in Luton launch our church plant. Each evening from 6.30-8pm we'll be praying, praising God and hearing about this adventure that is church. All are welcome to join us and to hear more about our community.

Meetings this week

Monday 28th August Fiona Green speaking
6.30pm | St Matthews | LU2 0NN

Tuesday 29th August Tim Anderson speaking
6.30pm | St Matthews | LU2 0NN

Wednesday 30th August Gerald Coates speaking
6.30pm | St Matthews | LU2 0NN

Thursday 31st August Gavin Shuker speaking
6.30pm | St Matthews | LU2 0NN

After we finish at around 8pm, we're going out in smaller groups to do evangelism around Luton.

Mind a blank

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Some observations from our first day of mission here in Luton. This evening two people came up to me who knew me from school, and I couldn't even remember their names. This was disappointing, as probably my only advantage when it comes to pub-evangelism is that other people recognise me from my misspent youth, and that means I at least don't have to start the conversation.

The realisation has set in that unless I can begin to recall people's names, others will realise that I have become a liabilty to the team, and I'll be disenthroned as the leader of the church. Any suggestions in the comments section below, please.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

final applications

Hi to all who read the blog - I met a couple of people at a wedding the other day who excliamed to my great surprise, 'Yes I know you from your blog...' Perhaps we should all behave a little more grown-up in future.


Okay, cutting to the chase - please let me know by Sunday 20th August if you fancy coming on the loveluton mission team. It runs from Friday evening to Thursday evening (25-31st August) and will cost you some prayer, some sleep and some money. For the fuller details, go to www.loveluton.org/loveluton.

That is all.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Jerry Springer the Opera

I originally drafted this post on the 11th April 2006 after going to see Jerry Springer the Opera at the Cambridge Corn Exchange, but thought it best not to finish at that point so angry was I at what I saw as the hypocrisy and injustice of a number of people in the city, and further afield. I did not want to be rash in writing about this subject, saying things I would regret. So here it is, seasoned with salt, 4 months later, completed.



1. Jerry Springer the Opera, when filmed and aired by the BBC was the source of enough consternation to prompt Christian Voice ("The enemies of God are all having there say! It's time to hear the...") to release the names, mobile numbers and home addresses of a host of BBC employees (some more and others less) involved with the production of Jerry Springer the Opera. Many of those whose details were released received threatening phone calls and hate mail.

2. This week Jerry Springer the Opera was playing at the Cambridge Corn Exchange, with a scaled down touring cast and travelling set, it is their 9th of 20 venues. Initial ticket sales were low - perhaps a combination of the seasonal cycle of Cambridge's student population and the age of Jerry Springer the Opera as a show.

3. 16 senior evangelical church leaders from Cambridge jointly wrote and signed a letter to the Cambridge Evening News protesting at the showing of Jerry Springer the Opera and explaining part of the story of Jesus Christ. They were joined in their denounciatation on the opening night by a group of people protesting at the showing of the musical, handing out leaflets and holding placards.

4. At some time around the begining of the First Century, Jesus Christ, the Son of God was crucified near Jerusalem in Palestine by the local Roman ruler, he died and, after three days, came to life again, after spending some time with those who had known him he physically went to be with his father, God to return when heaven and earth are renewed.

The main beef of Christian Voice, it seems, centres around a claim that Jerry Springer the Opera is offensive to Jesus Christ and to God, this too, aside from a very brief explanation of the Christian message, is the gist of the letter written by the Cambridge church leaders.

It is true that the Opera's most common word is "fuck", by a very large margine, it contains a portrayal of characters called both Jesus (who would readily be described as camp) and God (who remains unable to sort out the problems of the world beleagured by and squabbaling with a character called the Devil). Further to this the Jesus character is stylistically identified with a character appearing earlier in the Opera who is sexually aroused by dressing up like a baby, and if I remember correctly, shitting himself.

On the surface heinously offensive, but taking the Opera at this surface level is a severe mistake and to misunderstand it so throroughly as to render any assumptions made about it from this level wholey untrustworthy.

Essentially this piece is about post-modernity and being Jerry Springer, in fact at the very end of the Opera Jerry Springer has to adjudicate a conversation between God and the Devil and then summarise the verdict in his "Thought for the Day" - those with eyes to see will perceive that this is in fact a comment on ethics in a post-modern society and indeed could be seen to highlight the ridiculous therein. Within this the mimetic nature of post-modernity is explored, ie the way in which post-modern media driven culture borrows, borrows and borrows again images and themes changing their meaning and nature in different settings.

Nothing within the Opera can be taken as it stands if it is to be understood, and probably nothing either as it sits down or jumps around, it is a completely self-referencing and ironic piece. Even in the surface level of offence intentionally given it is making a point, or a number of points, about what is and is not considered offensive in our current society.

I ask what would Jesus find more offensive Jerry Springer the Opera, as it stands post-modern and ironically self-referential making comment on society in a way indeginous to that society indeed asking searching questions of that society, or a group of Christians who look merely at ther surface of a thing and without better trying to understand it, without taking the time to get to know the people behind it or even searching within the church to find those who might understand it, condemn it using Jesus' very name, threatening people with judgement on Jesus' return and declaring God offended by it and the people behind it, who he created.

For me the answer is obvious, and the hypocrisy of the stance of Christian Voice and the letter written by the 16 church leaders is something to be justly angry about. But I do not think the hypocrisy ends at this point, nor indeed the offense to Jesus.

I have lived in Cambridge for almost 5 years, 4 as a student and 1 as a member of the working population. In those years the only thing I have seen the church of the city do on the streets of Cambridge centre has been this. Buddhists regularly gather outside Monsoon to share their teaching, Hare Krishnas too walk up and down King's Parade talk to people about a different way of life - one more fulfilling. At some of the heights of the trouble our country continues to see the Islamic Society of the University had some people take to the streets to talk to people, reassuring them about Islamic culture and Muslims who form a part of our society. What do onlookers see of Christians, what do they hear of Jesus, that he is Lord? Do they hear the good news, or the gospel that Paul says but the uttering of will see the Spirit move? No, they hear that Jesus is offended, that something so petty as Jerry Springer the Opera could make him upset.

Jesus is offended, by Jerry Springer the Opera, Jesus is offended. JESUS IS OFFENDED?

While war and murder are endemic on this earth of ours, while the developed world suffers cultural bulimia with its heart disease and diet fads and food mountains, getting rich on selling arms and buying diamonds from the two-thirds world, while that very world starves, people so hopeless in thier poverty, created and reinforced by a thing we call the global economy. 30,000 children die every day of starvation. This, God help us, is just the tip of the iceberg of oppresion and evil in our broken, broken world in every part of our global society hurting people pile up longing, waiting, praying, groaning - for they cannot find the words - for something to free them.

Jesus is offended, really fucking offended. Jerry Springer the Opera? Where's the gospel, where's the Prince of Peace, where's the fiery prophet of first century Judaism, the Son of God, he died and rose and reigns at the right hand of God, a Just and Mighty God. Jesus Christ! People do need to know what He's offended by and about, and they need to know now. And I tell you: it is not by Jerry Springer the Opera.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

"i love [enter text here]"

Alone in a house this evening I invited Mr Zeitgeist round for a cup of tea as he can be very pleasant company. Over the tea we chatted about Bromhead's Jacket who he says it is said of are rising stars.

Then we went on the internet and, after steering me away from the pornography, he suggested we play a game, liking games I agreed.

To play the game the text "i love was entered into google.co.uk appended by the different texts below, the approximate number of web pages containing the compound text was observed for each, the data were recorded. It was a pretty fun game, Mr Zeitgeist said The Guardian liked to do it sometimes but a bit different. I asked him if his version was better and he said it was. Here follow the results of the game:

bromheads jacket" - 7
oasis" - 905
ass"/arse" - 19,700/26
the beatles" - 58,300
jesus" - 657,000
you" - 48,800,000

Mr Zeitgeist said it didn't prove anything, then I pointed out to him that really nothing can be proved.

Monday, August 14, 2006

In Simon & Julia Matthew's hottub.

No really. Such hard work, this church-planting business.

Moving day (by Ruth 24/07)

Monday 24th of July – The day when Mark Plane is one day older. Happy Birthday Mark!!!

For Gav, Liz and Fiona this was the big day for them to move into their new house, 131 Hitchin Road. And for the whole it was permanent fixing here in Luton, a significant house for all of us. We were without Liz and Mark today who were both in Cambridge, Mark at a One day, and Liz packing her stuff from Portugal Place. Gav and Fiona went to town to sort out final administrative bits, and pick up the keys to the house, while John found sunglasses, Laura found razors, and I tried to find swimwear.... After having met back up with the others we all went up to house. The house is very clear, with not much furniture, cream walls, and lots of space. Fiona was most excited about having a double bed. After the grand tour, Fiona and I went back to Cambridge to pack up my car with all of Fiona’s things – which fitted in just about perfectly. Gav in this time had done two loads of moving things around from Coverdale to number 131, and when we got back the house was starting to look lived in. Liz was back, with her Dad, and all her things. After a load of food shopping there was more moving to be done, from cars up the steep stairs in the house... We also built a table, and some chairs, however, one table was broken......

The kitchen especially was starting to take shape, slowly getting filled with a collection of implements and appliances. Up until this point it was going to be a ready steady cook challenge – with all the food you wanted, but using only some tongs, a sieve, three forks and four ramikins. After sorting the kitchen and epic cooking by John and Gav, we sat down to eat all together round the big table late evening. It was good to be all together, but with slight moments of forgetting where we are – like that feeling when you wake up in your tent and can’t remember where it was you put your tent up, that you could unzip the door and be anywhere, you start thinking of the different places that you could be. When you walk out of the door of number 131, we are very much in Luton now, foundations down. City Life Church has a house – horray!!

Mark's musings (27/07)

This has been our last day altogether in Luton for this week. And that thought is exactly what is unsettling me so.

The next time I come to Luton it will hopefully be to move here for a foreseeable future. John and I hope to have a house by the 2nd week of August, we don't know where it will be yet but maybe we will find out on Friday.

I feel tired and my head is buzzing with thoughts. A recurring thought is how much I know who I am in Cambridge and what I do is known. I don't know how living in Luton is going to pan out or what contribution I will make to the team. I have been confronted this week by what we will do as a church; Reach out and introduce Jesus to our friends. This prospect has slapped me round the face like a wet smelly fish.

There have been many thoughts to accompany these like: what if I cant be bothered? what if it doesn't work? am I really up for this? in the knowledge that I get my energy from being alone, am i doing the right thing?
No doubt these questions will be answered in the fullness of time.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Suddenly I see....

After an amazing few days spent in Luton with the church plant team, and then a trip to portugal for a camping extravaganza in Gav's mansion tent, I am here in our new house in Luton. Everybody's out; so its just me and this crazily new-fangled digital TV affair in the living room. Today I watched a programme that was recorded on the digi thing, and that I could stop and rewind and stuff. Crazy.

My favourite thing about the last two weeks has been that they have been so teeming with richness that I can't get a handle on it. Which is really good for me, one so adept at weaving imaginative and perceptive narratives out of my experiences. Such weaving is inherent to our humanity; our lives are ones of endlessly reframed experience and storytelling...and I think its wonderful. Perhaps the point where its not so wonderful is where we tell the same story, over and over and over, never allowing our experiences to breathe fresh life onto the storires we tell, or indeed, refusing to acknowledge that when we tell a story we are always imaginatively reframing reality in the most dynamic way, and that even as we tell stories about 'who we are' (as if, even for a moment, we were static) we are changing.
Its not inauthentic to realise that I am choosing who I am becoming. My life is not the discovery of some beaten-out track that is my 'essential' self; the one that God has carved in some horrendously immovable rock somewhere. Rather, I am moving and growing and popping out and around everywhere in the most unexpected ways because my life is ever on the most wondrous collision course with everyone I ever meet and best of all, with my God. And in all this, I choose how I see these relationships, how I am in them. And I choose to see that nothing is irredeemable, nothing is fixed except that Jesus defeated every thing at the cross and that in doing so he opened up every redemptive possibility ever. And maybe in my chatter about 'choosing' I sound like a bit of an existentialist; but truth be told I am not one of these idealogues, because in my God there are many unfathomable paradoxes to be found, which means I don't have to anchor myself to any idealogy or theory or theological standpoint. I believe I am choosing what my life becomes in the most dynamic way, and yet I also believe that God knows the future. My future. Which is utterly irrational. Nonsensical even. But this is it, this Christianity.

So like I said, I can't get a handle on 'what's going on with me'. And I feel light and free in it, which is good. But there is something, something deeply forged and I can feel that I am able to choose it if I want, but also - cos like I said, I ain't no existentialist - it is going on in all other kinds of ways like at the heart of God, and in the Holy Spirit which lives inside me, and in the way that people are around me, both my friends and new acquaintences and even strangers on the street, and maybe even in the prayers and longings of my friends for a long time now......And it is something like, a strength...a letting go of, I don't even know what. Fear. Hmm. And this place....this Luton, is the site of the gathering storm in my heart. Once upon a time, I chose it. And now it has shaped me. I can't be anywhere else right now. God talked to me about it, and others felt it too. And I chose it. And now it has chosen me and I need to do this thing. Plant this church. In this moment. And tomorrow; who knows? There maybe a time when this isn't the thing, and I go, somewhere...