How fruitful are you?

I have been interested to learn, since we arrived in Leicester a couple of years ago, that a significant number of those who are church members here have lived in the locality for many years.  In fact, there are a surprising number of people who have lived here all their lives.  I guess that fact says something about the area itself, given that people are content enough to spend the whole of their lives in the same community.

It seems to me that, generally speaking, we live in a much more mobile age, when people are more likely to move around from place to place over the years.  The days when extended families tended to be situated fairly close to one another have, by and large, long gone; generally speaking, people seem to be less likely to put down long-lasting roots in one place.  Sue and I are in our 8th home since we were married in 1978.  What's more, we are shortly to be on the move again!

No, we haven't got fed up with Leicester already and decided to move on (we really like it here!)  Rather, we are (if everything goes to plan) moving to a different house which is much more suitable as a manse and is situated in a better position than the current manse, in terms of being more in the centre of the local community.  Of course, one of the implications of moving home is having to pack up, and the challenge of deciding what items to take.  I think that Sue and I both tend to be hoarders by nature, but we may have to make some hard decisions about what we really need and what can be disposed of.

This issue relates in my mind to something which I was talking about in yesterday's church services.  We were focusing on the passage in John chapter 15 where Jesus describes himself as being "The True Vine".   He speaks of his followers as being branches connected to the Vine.  The purpose of the branch is to bear fruit.  Jesus makes the point that, God the Father (the gardener) 'prunes every branch that does bear fruit, so that it will be clean and bear more fruit.'  

Modern life can be very hectic, and full of all sorts of activity.  Some of that activity, however, might in reality not be fruitful, or may even prevent or reduce fruitfulness in other areas of our life.  Sometimes God may want to 'prune' some elements of our lives so that our lives can become more fruitful in his service.  Any gardener understands the benefit of pruning.  Pruning can be painful, but it leads to greater fruitfulness.

The thought that counts

When I set out on life as a Methodist Minister back in 1990 I understood that I was to lead an itinerant life.  In other words, Methodist Ministers know that after a period in one place they will move on to somewhere new.  Since leaving theological college, we have lived in Stoke-on-Trent, Sheffield, Doncaster and Leicester.  Despite having moved several times over the years, I still retain an affection for the people in the churches in which I served as Minister, and like to keep in touch with news from my former churches.

I was sad to hear recently that a couple I knew in one of my previous churches had lost their son to cancer.  I can't imagine what it must be like to lose one's offspring.  I decided to write a note to the couple concerned.  Having sorted through the cards in my possession, I selected a card with an appropriate Bible verse on the front.  I wrote a message expressing my sadness and condolences, and assuring the couple of our love and prayers.

It wasn't until I had a closer look at the whole card that I was shocked to discover that inside the card was printed the message: "Happy Birthday"!!  Fortunately I was able to use my scissors to cut the card in half, keeping the front, with the Bible message, and also my own hand-written message, and removing the inappropriate "Happy Birthday" greeting.

Writing the card took only a few minutes, but I hope that it brought at least a little comfort in a time of great sadness.  The Bible tells us that we should 'Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep' (Romans 12:5).  In other words, part of our responsibility as followers of Jesus is to be there for each other, whether in times of joy or sadness.  There are lots of ways in which we can do this, writing a note is just one.  It is only a small act, but can mean a great deal.

I was reminded of this when I returned from my three month sabbatical earlier in the year.  As my sabbatical ended, I received in the post a personally created "Welcome Back" card from someone in one of my churches.  Only a simple thing, but it meant a great deal to me (and I still have it in my office!)  Sometimes a small act of thoughtfulness can have a big impact.

Today will never come again

A few days ago I attended a Christian Day Conference designed specifically for men.  The speaker was Mark Melluish, who is a church leader based in the London area.  He spoke with passion, humour and eloquence, and presented a message which was both challenging and inspiring.  He was talking about the importance of making our lives count, and challenging us to consider what impression our lives are making on those around us.  One of the quotes he related was from Mark Twain, who apparently said,

'Live your life in such a way that when you die even the undertaker is sorry.'

That's some challenge!

There were so many thoughts to take away from the day and ponder, but one personal story in particular which Mark told certainly struck a chord with me.  He related how on a certain occasion he was due to take the wedding of a close family friend.  The big day arrived, and Mark was making last minute preparations.  The wedding ceremony went well.  As guests assembled for the reception, one of Mark's sons noticed that his youngest brother was missing, and went to look for him.  To cut a long and dramatic story very short, Mark's youngest son had fallen from a balcony onto concrete.  For quite some time his life hung in the balance, at times by the thinnest of threads.

The aspect of the story which really struck me was when Mark said that as he and his wife sat by their son's bedside in the hospital, not knowing whether he would recover from his injuries, what kept going through Mark's mind was that on the morning of the wedding, his young son had three times asked Mark to have a game of football with him.  Three times Mark has said "no" because he was too busy preparing for the wedding.  Although there was good reason for Mark to have said no to his son, looking back he very much regretted having done so.

As I heard that story, I thought back to a time a few years ago when a friend invited me to a round of golf.  The date was set, but on the morning we were due to play the weather was rather wet, and I rang up to cancel.  I still regret doing so, as my friend developed an illness from which he subsequently died, and I never did get the chance to play that round of golf with him.

How important it is that we spend our time on what matters most.  We should be immensely careful to make the most of opportunities to cultivate friendships and spend precious time with family and friends.  Each opportunity we pass by is an opportunity lost.  As Rob Parsons has said, no-one every said on his/her deathbed, "I wish I'd spent more time in the office."  But I'm sure that many of us will regret opportunities we scorn to spend more time with family and friends.

R.I.P. Albert

I was sad to learn this week about the death of Albert Applebee.  The chances are that most of the people reading this blog will never have heard of Albert Applebee.  His passing probably won’t make a big splash, or warrant any newspaper headlines.  Yet those who knew him will understand what a loss he is.

I got to know Albert during the time when I was a Minister in Doncaster.  When I first met Albert and his late wife, Nell, she had been experiencing a long period of ill-health.  It soon became clear that Albert was utterly devoted to his beloved wife, and would try and do anything to make her life a little easier.  Nell and Albert were a couple for whom everything revolved, to a large extent, around their shared life together.  Naturally, then, when Nell died, Albert felt completely bereft, as though part of his own life had been taken away.

One of the worst things one can say to a bereaved person is, “You’ll get over it.”  As someone once said to me, “The pain never fully goes away, you just get used to it being there.”  Albert found it really hard to come to terms with his loss.  Many times when I visited him he would weep gently (and always, unnecessarily, apologised for doing so).  Slowly, over the ensuing months and years he became more accustomed to being on his own.  He appreciated being a regular worshipper at church on Sunday mornings.

In his younger life, Albert had served in the RAF, and his upright bearing reflected this.  Following his RAF service he spent many years as a police officer.  I always looked on Albert as one of life’s true gentlemen (and a gentle man).  It was always a pleasure to visit him or chat with him in church.  He showed a genuine interest in our family and was delighted to be able to attend the wedding of our daughter and son-in-law, Steph and Matt (he couldn’t stop talking about it for many months afterwards!)

Albert was a rather quiet man, who preferred to remain in the background and out of the limelight.  But those who knew him realised that he was a man with a real depth of character, integrity and care for others, the kind of man for whom the term “salt of the earth” could easily be applied. 

Before we left Doncaster, Albert gave Sue and me an ornament as a leaving gift.  It currently sits on a bureau in our lounge.  Whenever we look it we will be prompted to remember Albert, a true gentleman, and a valued friend.  It was a privilege to have known him.  R.I.P. Albert.

More than a number

Figures were published last week which indicate that net migration into the UK increased by more than 38% to 243,000 in 2013-14.   Commentators were quick to point out the significant margin by which the Government are likely to miss their stated targets to reduce immigration.  The reality is that any UK Government can do little or nothing to prevent EU citizens arriving on these shores.  What this means, of course, is that if the Government wants to reduce immigration figures, the only way to do so is to by cutting the number of people coming to the UK from outside the EU.

Politicians and other public figures have, in recent times, felt the need to speak out on the immigration issue, and all sorts of numbers are bandied about.  It is vital to realise, however, that we are not speaking about an anonymous group, or impersonal numbers, we are speaking about individual people and families.  This has been brought home to me in a personal way in the past couple of weeks.

Rev Robert Kasema recently arrived to work as a Methodist Minister in the Leicester West Circuit.  He brought with him his four younger children, the youngest of whom is Hannah, aged just 3.  Tragically, Robert’s wife died shortly after giving birth to Hannah.  The two older children of the family, Kenny and Nancy, were important in helping Robert and the younger children through this time of great sadness.  Nancy has been the person who has stood in for her mother to look after Hannah and the rest of the family.

Because Kenny and Nancy are aged over 18, they have had to apply for their own visas to travel to the UK.  Very sadly, the Home Office in the UK has rejected their visa applications.  This has caused great distress to the whole family, not least because Nancy was to planning to continue her role has carer for the younger children.

I have little doubt that when decisions was being made about Kenny’s and Nancy’s visa applications, the officials concerned had in the back of their mind the fact that the Government is determined to reduce immigration figures.  Any feeling of compassion for the Kasema family, and any dose of common sense, was probably crushed under the weight of impossible Government targets.  We are not talking here about numbers, we are talking about a real family in need.

Our hope and prayer is that the Home Office will see sense and overturn the decision.  In the meantime, we will do what we can to support this family who have been divided by an uncaring bureaucracy.