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Submitted by: Amos       On: 29/4/2011 at: 18:32       Location: Burstock

Easter Message

A Sermon presented at the Church of St Andrew Burstock on Easter Sunday
Matt 28 v8
So they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy and ran to tell his disciples.

Can you imagine trying to fit this Easter scene on the front of a card? Most of us have received Easter cards over the years – some decorated with lilies or other spring flowers, some with an angel with outstretched arms, others with decorated eggs, and a few, sadly with baby ducks and chicks. I have never received a card with scenes from the actual Gospel stories depicting, the violent earthquake, reported by a gospel writer, or the dead like guards, as described by Matthew, who were bribed to announce, that the disciples had stolen the body of Jesus, or the trembling and bewildered women as described by Mark, or a card showing Jesus saying to the men walking on the road to Emmaus, “How foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe.” or that of Mary Magdalene and the other Mary running from the grave afraid but so very happy as described by Matthew. I doubt whether Hallmark sends out a memorandum to its artists instructing them to create cards more authentic to the true story of that Easter morning. Cute bunnies, chocolate eggs, naked cherubs and spring flowers are more marketable than women with their mouths open in astonishment, or men sprinting to an empty tomb.

But it is the Gospels that tell the true story. Easter is not a metaphor for Spring. The hymns we are singing this morning are not about the return of green leaves, colourful tulips, daffodils and primroses. The liturgy we pray is soaked not with Hoorahs at the return of longer warmer days but with Alleluias, because Christ has conquered sin, taken the sting out of death, and opened the way for everyone to enjoy the gift of everlasting life. . Easter equals Resurrection is the message; nothing more, nothing less.

Of all the snapshots of the resurrection accounts, the one I am most drawn to those who are running, an activity which is very popular these days. Running however is a good metaphor for so many things. When it comes to Easter running can be applied to the way that some people react to this event.
First, there are those who run away from the story. The whole business of faith is just too much for some. Rather than receive the God of Christianity, they chose the gods they themselves have created. Make no mistake, we all bow to something; and if it is not our Maker, then it is likely to be ourselves, or our wealth, or reputation, or sphere of influence. There is no doubt that such people have drive, a passion, often however it is pointed in the wrong direction. I do not think I have ever really met an atheist, but I have met those who know the real truth and yet rather than allow it to take hold of them, they turn their backs and run in the opposite direction. For those, surely our dear Lord weeps.

Second there are those people who seem to be running on the spot as their life goes along. They have little or no passion about anything. They see their lives as a mere blip on the screen of history – they do not have a mission but an intermission. They work, play, have friendships, have wives and children, but simply seem to exist. Rather like a horror film, - they are the living dead. To such people, Bob Dylan’s words certainly apply, “He who is not busy being born, is busy dying.” The abundant life our Lord wants to offer is told by John Chapter 10 verse 10, where Jesus says, ‘I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.’ This is not something people running on the spot will consider, for their chief goal is just to get through the day. Perhaps to such individuals, Jesus’ harsh words to the Church in Laodicea is worth noting: “I know your deeds, that you are neither hot or cold, I wish you were either one or the other.”

Then there are those who are running towards the hope of the resurrection. Like the disciples on Easter morning, they have taken hold not of the possibility that what they have been told is true, but they have come to realise it is TRUTH; the end of sin and guilt, the death of death, and the birth of life everlasting. Such people live in a heavenly way. Everything comes to have meaning, not just some things but EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY. The brief span of life we have on this earth becomes just a prelude to the greater life of the saints who dwell with one another and God. You can usually tell an Easter person when you meet them. They are joyful, patient, kind, open, generous, loving; I need not go on In 1Corinthians Chapter 13 it says it all, ending by saying, ‘And now faith, hope and love abide, these three, and the greatest of these is love.’
Their lives seem to have meaning, purpose, drive, passion, a sincere and honest commitment to something; someone, greater than themselves. To such people our Lord awaits with those wonderful words of assurance told by Matthew in Chapter 25 verse 34,
“ Come, you are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.”

I will be honest and confess that there are times when I fall into all three types of running, I have described. Sometimes I run away and some times I just run on the spot. Then I am reminded of that wonderful gift shown me by the empty tomb and the risen Christ; a life with meaning, purpose, depth and a richness that surpasses anything I could ever create with my own feeble mind. To such a life, I desire to run, to run with joyful expectation. Like Paul, “ I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.”

But before you go, just in case you feel that I have been a little hard on cards with bunnies and flowers, there is a wonderful legend, which I am fond of, and which I have may told you before, concerning a monk who was walking in the monastery garden alone, just before Holy Week, thinking of the Passion of our Lord. As he slowly paced along he saw something lying in the path, and picked it up. It was the crown of thorns that Christ had worn for our sakes. He reverently carried it to the chapel and laid it on the altar. Never had the services been so well attended during that Holy Week, for the sight of that crown of thorns made everyone realise the love of Jesus more than they had ever done before.
At last Easter Sunday dawned, and the monk rose early for his Easter preparations, and came to the chapel. As the sun shone through the window, it lighted up the altar, it touched the crown of thorns, and there in the Easter sunlight the thorns had blossomed into the most beautiful flowers. It is a little parable. For it is suffering and sacrifice which brings forth the most splendid fruits.
Many Christians are suffering throughout the world, as well as in this country, but it is the events of Easter that breathes life and strength into each one of us.
Easter reminds us of the place to which our running should take us. I do not wish you more little rabbits, chicks, lilies or eggs – just a reminder of Christ and the gift given us in his resurrection. Alleluia, Alleluia, Christ has risen! He has risen indeed!

So try to keep running towards our risen Lord and Saviour. Alleluia.
Amen


Submitted by: andrew       On: 25/4/2011 at: 08:49       Location: Drimpton

Sunshine & Squirrels

In early January we had no sun for days at a time, but now, in April, the sun is shining continuously. It's been doing so for days. In fact, I think it's been shining for the last three weeks non-stop. And it's hot. Unseasonally so. Plants have rushed through spring believing that summer has arrived. Whoever thought we'd have to be watering so early in the year.
The first thing I do each day is go intio the garden with a mug of tea. Usually before 6.30am. Today I watched the doings of a quartet of squirrels in the trees over by the stream alongside Oxhayes. They were chasing and gallivanting about, rushing fearlessly through the treetops. At times one or more was chuntering at the others, sounding a bit like a pigeon with a severe throat problem! While one of them was tearing off emerging flowers from one of the trees and stuffing its face, another one in a sycamore tree was biting off sprays of newly opened leaves. It then headed off to a crook where a branch met a bough - like an upside-down armpit. Here there was a growing bundle of wilted foliage - clearly the squirrel had been doing this task for some while as the tight if tatty bundle was as big as a bag of shopping. I was having a David Attenborough moment. In hushed tones I could hear myself running a commentary in my head: "The squirrel in question is building itself a drey, a place to pass away the unseasonally hot hours of this April's spring days..." Was it in fact building a place to have its young? Is this what squirrels do? I don't know. Clearly I am NOT David Attenborough after all.


Submitted by: Amos       On: 23/4/2011 at: 09:52       Location: Drimpton

Good Friday

For the second year running residents of the village gathered at the Methodist Church on Good Friday to process and carry the cross in a public act of worship to a spot adjoining the bridge in the centre of the village. The Revd. Sue Symons started the act of worship with a meditation and prayer. The cross was then carried through a part of the village by John Locke, Mike Baker and Neville Adams and placed near the stream. Neville Adams led a final act of worship during which two hymns were sung, There is a green hill far away, and When I survey the wondrous cross. Jenny Langridge read a short excerpt from St Matthews Gospel Chapter 27, and there was a reading from The Letter of Paul to the Philippians Chapter 2 v5-11 followed by prayers and a blessing.
It was encouraging to see representatives from both churches participating in such an important act of worship during which we remember and acknowledge the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. Last year the event took place during a torrential downpour whilst year the sun shone so enhancing this solemn occasion.
Everyone is invited to place daffodils/flowers on and around the cross on Easter day.
May we all enjoy a blessed and happy Easter.


Submitted by: Amos       On: 23/4/2011 at: 09:18       Location: Drimpton

Tidy-tip

It's great that the eforts of Drimpton residents to keep the Crewkerne Tidy Tip open has paid off. Yes it is for a trial period of three months, and there is a charge of £1.20 for each car visit, but providing we continue to use it the prospects are good for it to remain permanently open. So keep depositing your rubbish, clear the garage and the loft and get down to the tidy-tip.

Submitted by: Jane       On: 17/4/2011 at: 19:21       Location: Drimpton

House Martins

The sunshines and the house martins are making there way back into village life. The last two days has seen them skimming my pond to drink and today there were two or three on the telegraph wires down by the phone box. Next will be the start of nest building and droppings on the window sills.

Submitted by: Heskie       On: 15/4/2011 at: 10:33       Location: Drimpton

Pantomime - The Pictures - 8. The Final Two pictures

SCRIPT & DIRECTION, and so much more:
Andrew Pastor

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Submitted by: Heskie       On: 15/4/2011 at: 10:24       Location: Drimpton

Pantomime - The Pictures - 7

The People of York:
MONA LOTT, maid Kate Hesketh
MARTHA MUFFET Ella Horne
POLLY MUFFET Grace Dawson
MARY MUFFET Emily Elliott


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Submitted by: Heskie       On: 15/4/2011 at: 10:14       Location: Drimpton

Pantomime - The Pictures - 6

Time to Booooo, here they are:

THE BADDIES:

AMMONIA ASHTRAY, Witch Katie Hunt
FROSTIA FUNGUS, Witch Jo Molony
SIDNEY, their pet Alex Gibbons
(No picture, the dark corners favoured by spiders are not good for photography)

BARON GRABBIT of SEIZITT HALL John Horne




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Submitted by: Heskie       On: 15/4/2011 at: 10:01       Location: Drimpton

Pantomime - The Pictures - 5

More of The Soldiers of the Duke of York’s Army:
SERGEANT STICKLEBACK Jack Marriage
CORPORAL COD Tom Beck
CORPORAL HADDOCK Lottie Hyde
CORPORAL CUTTLEFISH Holly Marriage
TROOPER TROUT James Russ
TROOPER SKATE Verity Russ
TROOPER HALIBUT Caitlin Corbett
TROOPER FLOUNDER Emily Russ
PRIVATE MINNOW Emily Chubb
PRIVATE MACKEREL Grace Bellorini
PRIVATE PIKE Harry Rawlings
PRIVATE HAKE Rosa Bellorini
PRIVATE SARDINE Matthew Medley
PRIVATE BREAM Abigail Lock
PRIVATE PILCHARD Alfie Rawlings
PRIVATE SPRAT Isabel Chubb
PRIVATE CARP Amy House

Who were looked after off-stage by:
Mrs SHOAL, Infantry Auntie Anne Horne
Mrs SQUID, Infantry Auntie Kate Hesketh

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Submitted by: Heskie       On: 15/4/2011 at: 09:49       Location: Drimpton

Pantomime - The Pictures - 4

Meet The Soldiers of the Duke of York’s Army:
SERGEANT STICKLEBACK Jack Marriage
CORPORAL COD Tom Beck
CORPORAL HADDOCK Lottie Hyde
CORPORAL CUTTLEFISH Holly Marriage
TROOPER TROUT James Russ
TROOPER SKATE Verity Russ
TROOPER HALIBUT Caitlin Corbett
TROOPER FLOUNDER Emily Russ
PRIVATE MINNOW Emily Chubb
PRIVATE MACKEREL Grace Bellorini
PRIVATE PIKE Harry Rawlings
PRIVATE HAKE Rosa Bellorini
PRIVATE SARDINE Matthew Medley
PRIVATE BREAM Abigail Lock
PRIVATE PILCHARD Alfie Rawlings
PRIVATE SPRAT Isabel Chubb
PRIVATE CARP Amy House

Not forgetting:
DUKE of YORK Brian Hesketh
DUCHESS of YORK Leigh Carroll-Smith

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