Glimpses of Glory - The Methodist Church of Great Britain

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Glimpses of




GLORY


...the Word was
God

In the beginning was the Word, and the
Word was with God, and the Word was
God.

He was in the beginning with God.
All things came into being through him,
and without him not one thing came into
being. What has come into being in him
was life, and the life was the light of all
people.


...the Word was
God

And
the Word became flesh and lived
among us, and we have seen his glory,
the glory as of a father’s only son, full
of grace and truth.


John
1:1
-
4, 14 (
NRSV
)


On Barkerend Road

It was my first appointment as a Methodist
minister
and I was sent to Bradford from rural
Dorset. I often walked or drove down
Barkerend Road towards the city centre. I
went into schools, I visited homes. In the
funeral director's
chapel I took my first funeral
service. The Boys' Brigade met in a school on
that road and it was a route to local hospitals
.

On Barkerend Road


An ordinary Bradford road, a city road
-

not at
all like rural Dorset. I had often glimpsed God
in the countryside, the incarnate word spoke
loudly there for me. But in the city? In
Bradford? Would I find God there or would I
have to chase God out in the dales?

On Barkerend Road


One overcast day, stationary at a red traffic
light on the Barkerend Road, I looked into the
bowl of the city centre. Suddenly rays of
sunlight cut through the clouds and bathed
Bradford in a silvery sheen just as the first
chords of “Shine, Jesus, shine” filled the car.

On Barkerend Road


No
need to chase
God;

God
was there,

on
the Barkerend Road
.


Ruth M Gee


...he knows what is
best for me

As a blind person, I glimpse God’s

glory
as he demonstrates his love

and
shows me that he knows what is

best
for
me. I
ask God for help on my
journeys,
and
strangers offer to walk

along
with
me
, help me across roads,

steer
me
round
unexpected

obstacles
in my
path
.


...he knows what is
best for me

One night I was very ill in hospital

and
could not let friends know

about
it. Next day I discovered

that
God had led someone to pray

for
me through the night without

knowing
my situation.


...he knows what is
best for me

I had planned to be a physiotherapist,

but could not finish the training.

Shortly after resigning from the

course, the Methodist Church offered

me a position in their typing pool, and

three months later I became a

Christian, which completely

changed my life.


...he knows what is
best for me

God of glory,

thank
you for your perfect

wisdom
, love and care for us.

Amen.


Jan Deakin


...deep
within the heart
of God


God
is Love: and he, enfolding


all the world in one embrace,


with unfailing grasp is holding


every child of every race.


And when human hearts are breaking


under sorrow's iron rod,


then they find that self same aching


deep within the heart of God.




Timothy Rees (1874
-
1939)



Singing
the Faith 103 verse
2

...deep
within the heart
of God

The heavens are telling the

glory
of God
; and
the firmament
proclaims his handiwork.


Psalm
19:1 (
NRSV
)


To you, O God,
be the glory

Generous God,

For the glimpses of your glory

that surround us,

in the wonder and complexity of

the creation,

in the uniqueness of each person,

In the creativity and growth of


human knowledge,

we thank you.


To you, O God,
be the glory

May your Church in its worship

and its life,

build upon your glory, seen

amongst us, day by day.

And become a vehicle for light,

life and love

in the communities we serve, in
your name.


To you, O God,
be the glory

To you, O God, be the glory of
our life together.

Amen.


Peter Whittaker


Reflection

on John 1:14

‘…the Word became flesh and lived
among us…’



Impossible.

Where?


Reflection

on John 1:14

The Word that summoned stars,

Shaped black holes

Uttered quarks

Wove DNA

Can’t be as we are



A baby with no words

A toddler with a hundred

A child gathering thousands

An adult with too many, yet never enough.


Reflection

on John 1:14

But shepherds knew,

And Eastern astrologers

And old Simeon

And holy Anna in her eighties


The impossible possibility,

‘our God contracted to a span’.


Reflection

on John 1:14

Among us

Here,

Breathing our air,

Warmed by our sun

Laughing, hurting, ageing.


Reflection

on John 1:14

Among us,

Walking beside us

Unnoticed,

A Word heard amongst all our words,

A loaf torn amongst all our bread

Wine poured amongst all our conviviality



Reflection

on John 1:14

And no sooner heard, or glimpsed,

But beckoning, then vanishing.


Possible.

Here
-

and there,

Among us.


‘…and we have seen his
glory’.



David
Cornick

A glimpse
of his face

Meeting his eyes,

in the foot
-
darkened


water
.

Features of love,

rippled by
grime;

a
glimpse of his
face
.


A glimpse
of his face

In the eyes of a child,

waiting expectantly,

yearning for bread,

hungry for
love;

a
glimpse of his face.


A glimpse
of his face

In the laughter of

friends
,

the warmth of
a smile
,

the sharing of tears,

the
comforting
touch;

a
glimpse of his face.


A glimpse
of his face

In the depths of

despair
,

at
the heart of
the pain
,

in
the solitary silence,

in
the fear of the
end;

a
glimpse of his face.


A glimpse
of his face

The Word become

flesh,

abiding
, indwelling,

Servant and
Saviour
.

Find at your
feet;

a
glimpse of his face
.


Ruth M Gee


Image ©
Sieger Köder, Fußwaschung

All the
world of power
is
thine
!

God of concrete, God of steel,

God of piston and of wheel,

God of pylon, God of steam,

God of girder and of beam,

God of atom, God of mine,

All the world of power is
thine
!


Richard
G. Jones (1926
-
)

©
Stainer

and Bell Used by permission


All the
world of power
is
thine
!

Extravagant heat.

Brilliant light.

Molten metal formed and shaped.

Creation celebrated in shining steel.

A place of
work,

of change and uncertainty.

Industry shaping community.

A glimpse of
glory.


Ruth M Gee


...“we are
home now


Living just one mile from the Angel of the North I
become more and more aware that this is the real
‘cathedral’ of the
north east
. A man has had a
heart attack. He leaves hospital and somehow
‘knows’ he
must go and visit the Angel of the
North.

...“we are
home now


To the Angel people come to ask their partner to
marry them or to tell their partner they are going
to have their baby. Local people travelling up the
A1

see the Angel and say “we are home now”.


...“we are
home now


I long for a
Church
that truly listens to what is
deepest in people’s hearts for there I know that

I
discover

something of the glory of God
.


The
Rt

Revd Mark Bryant, Bishop of Jarrow




Daddy
, come here!”

St Cuthbert's Shrine in Durham Cathedral
is a special place, a place of pilgrimage. It
is a resting place, a place to sit and wait for
others to catch up. It is a place of prayer, a
quiet place.

A father and his two young daughters
were sitting in a silence broken by
occasional whispered explanation.


Daddy
, come here!”

Suddenly, a
child's clear voice
called,
"Daddy, come here!" He hushed her and
went to where she was kneeling at the
shrine; her sister joined them and knelt
beside her. He gently kissed her hair and
whispered
the prayer to which she was
pointing:


Daddy
, come here!”


“Almighty
God,

who didst call thy servant Cuthbert from
following the
flock to
follow thy Son and to
be a shepherd of thy people:

in thy mercy, grant that we may so follow
his
example that
we may bring those who
are lost home to thy fold;



Daddy
, come here!”




through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord,

who
liveth

and
reigneth

with thee,

in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

one God, now and for ever.”



A glimpse of glory.


Reflection by Ruth M Gee


Prayer from Common Worship © Durham Cathedral. Collects for Bede
and Cuthbert. Used by permission.





...the
pearl

of great price

God of
Grace;

may
I find a pearl today;

in
the deep sea of faith,

in
the secure shell of intimacy,

in
the irritation that gives birth to new

possibilities
,

in
the death that leads to new life.


...the
pearl

of great price

And finding that pearl;

may I discern its beauty,

grasp it and share it,

that others may see the pearl of great price,

the pearl of your grace.



Ruth M Gee


(inspired by Matthew 13:45
-
46)


...being on earth, as in heaven

God’s glory can be glimpsed
everywhere, by everyone...
but how
different these glimpses can be in
urban and rural
settings both
in the
UK and overseas. The Revd Dr R
Daniel
Premkumar
, Director
of CSI
Synod Diaconal Concerns, spoke
movingly of
the Church
of
South

India which has over four million members many

of whom are entirely dependent on agriculture:


...being on earth, as in heaven

“The urban
understanding tends
to
seek its
glimpses of
God amongst
humans
or in
the beauty of nature.
The tribal
world view on the other

hand is earth
-
centric, seeing

glimpses of God in the
interaction
between
humanity and the land.
From this perspective, ‘Earth’

refers to a world of human activity engaging with
land.
God’s glory
is seen in the agricultural world
being as it is in heaven.

...being on earth, as in heaven

“The Bible begins with the glorious
creation of land. God’s

judgements and promises are also
extensively clothed with

land and agricultural imageries.

We
can all find the glory of

being on earth, as in heaven.”

The
glory

of spiders

The
big ones are the
worst, so quick to
escape into the
nearest
dark
place, from which
they will eventually
emerge stealthily to

surprise again.

I don’t like spiders. Their fast, unpredictable
movements unnerve me and all those legs
threaten to tickle unmercifully.

The
glory

of spiders

and deadly, strong in its
fragility.
Spider silk

that cannot be made
except from the silk
glands of the living

creature.

Silent, scuttling creatures but from them
comes such beauty
. The
finely woven web that
glistens with dew in the
morning light
;
intricate

The
glory

of spiders

I am challenged to look
again at spiders. Still
they unnerve
me but
I
see fragile beauty.
Glimpses of glory.

And, wonder of wonders, silk harvested and
woven into
beautiful garments, naturally
golden.

Ruth M Gee

(Reflection on seeing a garment made of

silk from
the Golden Orb Spider)

...for you are
ever with me

My Lord God, I have no idea
where I am going. I do not see
the road ahead of me. I cannot
know for certain where it will
end. Nor do I really know
myself, and the fact that I think
that I am following your will
does not mean that I am
actually doing so.

...for you are
ever with me

But I believe that the desire to
please you does in fact please
you. And I hope I have that

desire in all that I am doing. I
hope that I will never do
anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you
will lead me by the right road
though I may know nothing

about it.

...for you are
ever with me

Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death. I
will not fear, for you are ever
with me, and you will never
leave me to face my perils
alone.


Thomas Merton (1915
-
1968)

Brushed

by butterfly wings

Feather light,

fleeting,

touch of wings,

glimmer of colour

the butterfly passes by.

Brushed

by butterfly wings

Momentary reminder

of that other presence

touching me lightly;

the glory of God

passing nearby.

Ruth M Gee

(inspired by Exodus 33:22)



Glimpses of




GLORY