EXPENSES
Fuel £827.15 (actual mileage travelled was 6,500 miles)
Car Parking £177.07
Lodging £809.95 (I think I had to pay for 24 nights)
Café & Food £232.74 ( I am sure I spent more in Maccy D’s than I have receipts for)
PA & Props £351.04
Camera Hire £40.00
*Other Expenses £699.99
(* Any thing from sleeping bags, tent, Ferry Crossings, Phone Bills etc)
Total £3,147.84
INCOME Total £3,186.60
PROFIT Total £38.76
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Income came from some 24 sources of individuals and organisations
Income DOES NOT INCLUDE free stuff like Video work & advertising from UCB & Premier Christian Radio, Car Loan from Mitchell & Co, Insurance from Chris Knot, Assistance from Sorted & The Breakout Trust and the many hours of free planning and advice from Mayflower Services and Associates
Income DOES NOT INCLUDE the many great people who put me up in their home and fed me, or bought me a meal.
Expenditure does not include the loss of earnings we had hoped the tour would generate for the many months I have put into planning and preparation
Its the 17th of November, the morning after the 66 days before!
I wanted to send out a very quick thank you to the oh so many of you, who in my speed and haste and lack of wi-fi, I have thus far been unable to send a personal thanks to fully acknowledge your kindness. So…..
To those who prayerfully advised. I thank you
To all of you who opened your heart, churches and organisations to my prying eyes. I thank you
To all who bought me food and filled my tank with gas. (In more ways than one) I thank you.
To all who put me up in their spare room. I thank you
To all who put me up in a B & B. I thank you.
To all who gave me an interview. I thank you.
To all who gave me the time of day and time from their day. I thank you.
To all who prayed for me and cheered me on. I thank you.
For all the encouraging texts and emails. I thank you.
To all who financially supported me. I thank you.
I will of course be updating you all in the coming days and may I say one more time
THIS WAS WESTMINSTER ABBEY – THE 400th ANNIVERSARY OF THE KING JAMES BIBLE (See my Full 66 City Tour List by Clicking HERE)
THIS IS THE STORY OF TOUR & IS
THE CONTENTS OF MY HEAD AND HEART I JUST HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO UPLOAD SOME VIDEOS or PICTURES SO IF ITS NOT HERE – DO CHECK BACK LATER -MEANWHILE :My final destination of this 66 Day 66 City Tour is Westminster Abbeyand this short clip is the final 6 minutes of my 3,300 mile, 95,040 minute journey!
If you want to walk the last 6 minutes to my final destination – then come along!
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“The scholars who produced this masterpiece are mostly unknown and unremembered. But they forged an enduring link, literary and religious, etween the English-speaking people of the world.” Winston Churchill
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Today is the 16th of November,or the 16th of the 11th, or better still, 1611, a number combination to mark the very when the King James Bible was first published and this the very specific day has been chosen to celebrate the 400th Anniversary of the King James Bible.
It is now 12 noon on 1611 and I am sat in ‘Poets Corner’ within Westminster Abbey looking at the staring eyes of that most unusual of British Prophetic Poets, William Blake. This place in the Abbey is a always a good place to be.
Even so, in the great East West layout of these giant cross shaped buildings scattered over the face of the United Kingdom, I am sat in the south transept area, the alter of proceedings hidden from my view, the choir barely visible along the Northern wall. Never the less, I am surrounded by the great and the good and though I cannot see her, less than 30 metres from me, Her Majesty the Queen is sat with her back facing toward me, and possibly maybe another 2,000 people are also seated along with her. This event has been long in the planning by the King James Bible Trust and it goes off swimmingly. The Lord Mayor of Westminster is received at the great West Door by the Dean and chapter. The Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh and the Prince of Wales are all then received and as we all stand, a Royal fanfare is sounded.
The Marquis of Salisbury reads out some opening verses from the Holy Bible:
“And when the LORD saw that he turned aside to see, God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I. And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.” Exodus 3:4-5 KJV
and with these we are now plunged into Geoffrey Rowell’s new six verse Hymn written for this special occasion
“Words to the Word still pointing,Word in those words expressed,Words of prophetic longing,Of mercy, hope and rest,Words that can speak in silenceYour presence, dearest Lord,In prayer and praise and worshipEternally adored.”
The Bidding followed on, and while the Choir sang, “THE PROCESSION OF THE BIBLES” brought the books to the fore and the Dean then says
“ BLESSED Lord, who hast caused all holy scriptures to be written for our learning; grant that we may in such wise hear them, read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest them, that by patience, and comfort of thy holy Word, we may embrace, and ever hold fast the blessed hop of everlasting life, which thou hast given us in our Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.”
Polly Frame then performs a lively extract from “THE CROSSING IN RESPONSE TOEXODUS by Anne Michaels (b 1958) whilst the choir follows on with Psalm 119-89-93
The most majestic words of 2 Corinthians 4:1-13 are then read out (are not these the most magnificent words ever written?) and we then all stand to sing ‘Lord they Word Abideth’
After this the Archbishop of York reads out John 1:1-14 (adding a few of his own interpretation on a few words just for good measure) in preparation for the Arch Bishop of Canterbury’s Address ( which if you don’t know it is ‘The Other Palace, just across the Bridge, London SW1A 1AA) followed by The Anthem composed for this event, the haunting and wonderful ‘Out of the South Cometh The Whirlwind’ by Zachary Wadsworth, which were then followed by prayers, the reading of the Great Commission from Matthew 28:18-20, closing hymn, the blessing, the national anthem and then as the great and the good paraded out the way they came in, it was all over.
It was good to be there. However, what was I doing there? I was alone. I knew no one there. No one knew me. No one greeted me. No one asked who I was or where I had come from or what I had been doing? I was a nobody set in an Abbey full of some bodies; Royalty, Dukes, Princes, Bishops, Trustees, Directors, all representing Kingdoms, Diocese, Parishes, Businesses, Charities and the Performing arts. Who was I representing? Me? 66 Cities? WhisperingWord? No. Not at all.
As I walked out of the Abbey, the tomb of the unknown soldier was still bedecked by poppies. The church is still awash with unknown soldiers. It always has been. And yes, I am convinced that those places at the right and left hand of Jesus in the majesty on High shall be occupied by a man and a woman, both whose names none shall have heard of on earth, but who will have been long feared by hell and already greatly honoured amongst all the watching angelic host.
My preaching from the closing books of the New Testament highlight to me the seemingly hidden presence what must have been a vast army of unknown and ever roving ministers of the Gospel. Peter we know and Paul as well, and then from the rest of the New Testament a few dozen more prominent folk besides and lastly from church history, maybe a few hundred more on top. But really, the church has spread and continues to spread by the efforts of hundreds of thousands of unknown soldiers.
It is DR. J Vernon McGee who maybe suggests that as a representative of these unknown folk we might choose a one verse wonder. The Apostle John, while castigating that malicious prat called Diotrophes makes mention of both his name and character. Listen:
“I wrote to the church, but Diotrephes, who loves to have the preeminence among them, does not receive us. Therefore, if I come, I will call to mind his deeds which he does, prating against us with malicious words. And not content with that, he himself does not receive the brethren, and forbids those who wish to, putting them out of the church. Beloved, do not imitate what is evil, but what is good. He who does good is of God, but* he who does evil has not seen God. Demetrius has a good testimony from all, and from the truth itself. And we also bear witness, and you know that our testimony is true.”3 John 9-12 NKJV
It’s gone mid-day in Westminster Abbey and I believe I am here unknown, unseen, unrecognised, to maybe thus be representing the millions of other unseen workers and proclaimers of the Everlasting Gospel. I do not possess his apostolic affirmation of character that’s for sure, but if anyone asks me today who I am, I shall shake their hand and say
“ I am Demetrius! Who the heck are you?”
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“Those first preachers who took the Gospel and most that take it still, are mostly unknown and unremembered. But all along the front line of conflict, they continue to be the link between earth and heaven, proclaiming the only hope for a lost and hurting world”
Rev. Victor Robert Farrell
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After the service my good friend Phil gave me a call. He happened to be in London attending a Seminar and wanted to speak to me about the naming of our new Subscription based APPs. We met outside the Abbey and wandered across the road to The Methodist Hall where he bought me lunch. Phil always buys me lunch! It was lovely.
Not long after, I met with an old friend called Ian, who kindly gave man an interview and then bought me a Cappuccino and a mince pie ( well it is Christmas) in the staff Canteen of the Houses of Parliament. Now, not many people get THAT opportunity. Not bad at all.
I got home not long after 5pm and had Pizza with Bridget, snuggled up in front of the tele with the cat and a couple of hot water bottles and a blanket. Lovely Jubbly.
The Most Reverend and Right Honourable Dr Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, Primate of All England and Metropolitan
What is a good translation? Not one that just allows me to say, when I pick it up, ‘Now I understand’. Of course, if I’m faced with a text in a strange language, I need to be able simply to read it; but a good translation will be an invitation to read again, and to probe, and reflect, and imagine with the text. Rather than letting me say, ‘Now I understand’, it prompts the response, ‘Now the work begins.’ One of the most striking things in the wonderful Preface to the King James Bible composed by Miles Smith is the clear conviction that there is never an ideal or a final translation. To translate any work of significance is to reveal a certain range of meanings in the original; but there will always be, as the 1611 translators fully recognized, another range that hasn’t yet been captured and will need another round of engagement with the text. If this is true of any important text, how much more true is it of Scripture, where the meanings are the self-communications of an infinite mind and love? The invitation that Scripture offers is an invitation to a pilgrimage further and further into the mysteries of that mind and love; and a good translation of the Bible must therefore be one that opens out on wider and wider horizons. We have all suffered from a mindset in the last couple of centuries that has assumed there is an end to translating and understanding and thus that there is something wrong with any version of a text that fails to settle disputes and to provide an account of the truth that no-one could disagree with. But what the 1611 translators grasped was that hearing the Word of God was a lifelong calling that had to be undertaken in the company of other readers and was never something that left us where we started. Of course they believed, and said so robustly in that same Preface, that the essential lines of Christian belief were clearly laid out – belief in God the Creator, God who makes covenant with his people, God who becomes flesh and creates a new and universal community of believers by the death and rising again of the Word made flesh and the gift of the Holy Spirit, God who justifies us in freedom, not as a reward for good works. But this is not so much the revelation of a series of self-contained truths as an inundation of vision, a flooding of human language that can be strange and extreme and bewildering; it is a vision whose presence makes the sacred writers stumble and search for words at least as much as it makes them fluent and persuasive. Doesn’t St Paul say just that in I Corinthians 2? ‘My speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power.’ That ‘demonstration’ may be most powerful when it is most inarticulate by normal standards, and Paul himself illustrates this again and again. ‘What shall we say then to these things?’ he asks, as he lets himself be swept along lyrically by the joyful mysteries of Romans 8; and ‘O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!’ he exclaims as he lays out the sorrowful mysteries of Romans 11, his agonised meditation on choice and rejection in the history of Israel and humanity and each human soul. His tortuous path towards the celebration of grace is no easy argument but a wrestling with the shattering implications of the events of Jesus’ life and death. And a good translation is one that leads us through Paul’s wrestling in all its clumsiness and passion.
And think too of how the Old Testament prophets cope with this shattering of their world; of Ezekiel trying to evoke the vision of the chariot of the Almighty filling the sky, awkwardly qualifying everything he says with ‘as it were’, and ‘the likeness of’, or ‘the appearance of’. ‘Above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone: and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it…This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. And when I saw it, I fell upon my face, and I heard a voice of one that spake’ (Ezek.1.26, 28b). What makes the translation a good translation is that there is no attempt to smooth over the stumbling of the original: it was if it were like the impression of something, as it were…This is the precision of revelation because it is language showing the weight it bears, the weight of a Word from outside ordinary categories. And the 1611 translators never let us down in this, never seek to make it easy. It is one of the things that gives this version its abiding importance. It remains an invitation to work, to open up our own language to this weight of presence and gift.
‘In the beginning was the Word’. Before anything, God is a God whose life pours out in the intelligence of love, necessarily and always. Every created word, even the words we use to speak of this eternal truth, will be struggling breathlessly to keep up with the Word itself, himself. The English Reformation often made use of the phrase ‘God’s Word written’ to describe Scripture. And we should not take this to mean a mechanical dictation; rather it says that when human language writes what God does and says in all his acts throughout history, the Bible is what it looks like. Wax bearing the imprint of what I called just now the weight of the Word. To read or rather to hear that Word in our reading and hearing of Scripture is not to thumb through a volume of records and commands but to absorb Scripture’s language in such a way, at such a depth, that we sense that weight and accept the burden and the joy of labouring at a lifelong response to it.
I’ve mentioned hearing as well as reading. It’s easy to forget that when the 1611 Bible was first published it was not yet a volume that everyone could be expected to own. Like its Reformed predecessors, Tyndale’s Bible, the Geneva Bible, the Bishops’ Bible—and unlike its Catholic parallel, the Rheims/Douai version—it was meant to be read aloud. And that means that it was meant to be part of an event, a shared experience. Gathered as a Christian community, the parish would listen, in the context of praise, reflection and instruction, to Scripture being read: it provided the picture of a whole renewed universe within which all the other activities made sense. It would not be immediately intelligible by any means, but it marked out the territory of God’s work of grace. It affirmed, with St Paul in II Corinthians, that the landscape of the world was illuminated by the new and radical act of God in Jesus Christ, so that the standards of this world and society were shown to be under judgement; yet it also affirmed that this illumination was something it took time to get used to, time to find words for, and that the clay pots of custom and ritual were both necessary and problematic – and that this was simply how human beings heard and echoed the Word. ‘How can man preach Thy eternal Word?’ asked George Herbert a couple of decades after 1611; ‘he is a brittle, crazy glass.’ But, as that great poem of Herbert’s goes on to claim, even in fragile material God’s story can be sealed and printed, and the light come through.So to celebrate the Bible of 1611 is not to genuflect before a timeless masterpiece, to salute a perfect translation; the translators would have been both baffled and embarrassed by any such idea. It is to recognize the absolute seriousness with which they sought to find in our language words that would pass on to us hearers and readers in the English tongue the almost unbearable weight of divine intelligence and love pressing down on those who first encountered it and tried to embody it in writing; those who like Moses and Ezekiel found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer ‘density’ of divine presence, those who like St Paul found themselves dizzy with the number of connections and interrelations between God’s acts over the ages and unable to put it all into a theory, only into a hymn. The temptation is always there for the modern translator to look for strategies that make the text more accessible; and when that temptation comes, it doesn’t hurt to turn for a moment—for some long moments indeed—to this extraordinary text, with its continuing capacity to surprise us into seriousness, to acquaint us again with the weight of glory – and, we hope and pray, to send us back to the unending work of letting ourselves be changed so that we can bear just a little more of the light of the new world, full of grace and truth.
Christopher Southgate wrote a poem for the meeting of the Society of Biblical Literature here in London last July which captures much of this, and I end with its opening words:
‘To begin on the Bible To be caught by the rise of a huge wave breaking To know all the conflict and chaos to be faced If their book could not command The nation, the language, in a foment of becoming. They heard Scripture’s ancient voices, remote, Tasting of the desert, Its longing, in a strange land.
Their task they called A paradise of trees of life. Long hard years They walked in this forest.’
So we listen in turn; and we walk into that forest, among the trees of life.
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I was planning to preach at speakers corner in Hyde Park in the City of Westminster at 2pm. I might need to take some step ladders to stand on and so with the PA system, I would need the car. I logged on and paid the £10 congestion charge to enter that part of London (Another carbon tax rip off! My goodness, even churches are talking about having small carbon footprint campuses! I am sure we will get into the are where we are doing low carbon footprint evangelism, I mean, we’ve already taken the sulphur emissions out!)
Just in the very cold but nice weather changed today I wanted to make sure that I had a backup location and some interviews lined up.
I rang the Lord Mayor of Westminster. Her PA would get back to me. She did. The Mayor just could not squeeze me in, but wished me well. Obviously she was preparing for tomorrow’s event at which she would have a prominent presence.
I emailed a couple of prominent evangelical churches. They never got back to me. Ever.
I emailed Christian radio. No response.
I got an email from Mark who was with me at the first preach. He had pulled his back out when getting out of bed and was in agony. He would not be joining me today. Sigh. I would have to find another camera man from somewhere.
I got back board and marked it up for the last book of the Tour
“The City of Westminster.
Revelation
Book 66 of 66!”
So, I was on the road by 10:30am and the day was lovely. So different to yesterday. The Park Lane car park had loads of spaces and I managed to park the car almost under speaker’s corner. I loaded up my rucksack and I was off to see who was around. It was tourists.
Speaker’s corner was going to be a great place over the weekend but today, it was going to be a bit of a dead loss today.
I walked around the area looking at it from every angle, trying to find the best position to hit the tourists with a message from the book of Revelation. I got cup of coffee. Prayed, looked prayed. Thought, prayed, mused. Prayed scratched my head and prayed some more.
I got up, packed up my bag and began to go and look for another spot in Westminster.
A text came in from my mate Pete Snelling who worked for the Sally Bash up in London. It said “Praying for God’s protection for you and your family today. Asking that your voice will be His and that ears will be open and hearts changed. Bless U.”
I replied to the text with an “Amen” and then began to walk out Hyde Park. Blow me down, if on the very edge of the park I didn’t bump into Pete Snelling right there! He had taken the afternoon off and had come looking for me. Bless him.
So, it was back to speakers corner and with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand, I parked my already haemorrhoidal behind on a very cold outdoor coffee bench just to see if I could grow the grapes of wrath a little more larger than they already were. No healing Evangelist has yet to lay his hand on those bad boys and frankly, if I anyone asked, I would politely decline. Did you know Wigglewsworth suffered with the grapes of wrath terribly for all of his life. Yes indeed, I wonder if a thorn in the side could be contemporised by saying a pain in the rear?
So there we were, me, Pete and a few seated tourists and passers by, when all of a sudden a young guy in his mid twenties walks by us, plonks his bag and jacket down by the railings in from of us all and says something like
“Well, this is speakers corner, so I want to talk about my philosophy on life, which is having fun” and away he went.
Now how can I sum up his philosophy? Well, it was very simply, to go through life facing all things whilst whistling, “Always look on the bright side of life”. It was mental. But you know, Rob (that was his name) did great. It takes some guts just to stand up and for the first time ever, and publicly unpack your own personal philosophy on life and the universe. It was utter drivel, but man what courage and let me tell you, what a nice bloke as well!
I heckled him all the way. But not nastily, no, just good banter. I shouted and asked him if we was on drugs, medication, in therapy, and if he had really thought it all through to which he constantly and thoughtfully responded. I tell you I took my hat off to him.
He came to sit down after his delivery and we shook hands and talked. His friend Michael sat to my right. Michael was from New York and had some kind of a faith. He believed in Jesus, but really it was the cosmic Christ and not the Christ of the bible. Super guys though. I mean we had a great time.
Now it was my turn and time for them to heckle.
I passed Pete the Camera and stood up to do my thing. I spoke for about 5 minutes and not one heckle, on the contrary, they listened intently and when I finished they applauded.
As I went to sit down again, they stood up, shook my hands and we embraced. I tell you, these were lovely guys.
We sat down and spoke a little more. Rob and Michael were both Jews. Michael knew of the day of atonement and all it entailed, rob did not. We spoke to them about Jesus and His sacrifice and parted on the very best of terms. Two nicer blokes I have not met on this tour. Please pray for these two fellas that they might find Jesus as their Saviour, Lord and Messiah.
And that was that. My final wee preach to two lovely Jewish guys, a few Spaniards and some passers by and just to top it all, I had failed to put the camera on video and so all Pete had down was take a couple of snapshots. I am such a Wally. However, I was very cold and very tired Wally.
Across from Marble Arch tube station, Pete treated me to some hot food in Pete a Manger, which was manned by French ladies. After which we got the car, and I drove up to the Abbey to collect the ticket for tomorrows celebrations, I turned Southwards once more and dropped Pete off at his home in Croydon and crawled through traffic all the way back to Sevenoaks where I arrived around 6pm. The tour was now all but over bar the shouting.
Chicken Curry, hot tea and tele. I was asleep by 8:00pm again. I was done in.
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forgive my tardiness in publishing just lately but there are not enough hours in the day.
I hope to be preaching from the book of Revelation at Speakers corner in Hyde Park around 14:oohrs tomorrow in the City of Westminster . If you are around! I will see you there.
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I had let myself sleep today. No alarm. Even so I was awake by 07:00am and went down to make the coffee for Bridget. We had our morning prayers together for the first time in a good few weeks. Nice.
I was downstairs pounding the keys at 7:30am and Bridget blew me a kiss as she went out to work around 8:10am.
I emailed the communications officer of Westminster Abbey telling him what I had been doing and asking him if I could get a ticket for Wednesdays celebrations and also get some interviews to boot. I hoped there would be a very positive response to both.
I contacted St Albans civic centre to see if I could get an interview with the mayor…however, the Mayor was having a surgical procedure done today.
I contact the university and left a message. No one got back to me.
I contacted St Albans Cathedral, containing the shrine of Saint Alban recognised to be the first Christian Martyr in Britain. They were getting ready for a large event and no one was available to meet with me. Parking was not possible. Sigh.
I contacted five other city centre churches, but it was a Monday, Pastors were having their day off, and quite frankly, no one was interested. I looked outside at the very dour and very grey day it was. I could understand why, it was a day to stay under the duvet. Unfortunately I couldn’t.
I rang the Christian bookshop and arranged to pop in and say hi. Maybe they could help.
It was a long and miserable wet drive to St Albans. I arrived around lunch time, maybe 12:30pm and got my bag and headed off to look for a place to do some naked Bungee Jumping. The day was dark. The Market place was too noisy and the clock tower area was virtually empty, save at lunch time when some blazer wearing teenagers were stuffing their gobbs with chips. Neither place seemed to be conducive to a message from the book of Jude.
I went round to the Christian book shop
It was good to see Sorted Magazine on the shelves of the Bookshop. Unfortunately Guy could not recommend any churches today and had not had time to access his database for me.
My goodness. It seemed as though At Albans was totally closed to me today. I could not find a Nero’s in St Albans (not a good sign) so settled for a Starbucks and got a Chai Latte lunch and tried to pray and regroup my thoughts and directions. The Wi Fi was not working. Sigh. However my 3G iPad did contain some good news with a a reply from the Abbey which said that though they could not give me any interviews, they did have a ticket I could have! Wehey! I was going to Westminster Abbey and the celebrations of the 400th Anniversary of the King James Bible. Result!
I know the Cathedral could not accommodate me but I thought I would get on down there anyways and pray some more, take a ‘looksee’ and see what to do. It was still dull and cold, but Ann the guide was warm and welcoming. I am afraid the recording is a little dark, but I think you will find Ann very interesting. She did her Cathedral proud.
Now make no mistake about it, though St Albans bones have long since gone, the shrine left to there is still venerated. Yes, though the Puritans and the reformers did quite a good job in smashing the shrine all to pieces, they didn’t do a good enough job as the remains were eventually found and re-assembled and today’s technology has allowed a full reconstruction of the shrine.
It was of course, and still it but less so, a great money making exercise for the monks. The ignorant and superstitious people of the day, tied into dead works and indulgences, desperate for some kind f miraculous healing, would have journeyed anywhere and paid money to get what they craved from God. There is still a lot of money to be made in the religious market place and the folks totting the same old snake oil and shrines around today are the slick fast talking Evangelical charismatic tele-Evangelist’s seen regularly on our TV screens who are still taking money off superstitious mugs. Oh, by the way, I do count myself as an Evangelical charismatic doing the work on an Evangelist 🙂
I wandered back into town, the light was failing, the market place was still too noisy. I grabbed a quick cup of tea, waiting to see if God would open up something in St Albans. He didn’t. So, I paid my money to the parking metre and then headed on back to Sevenoaks where I arrived a couple of hours later. St Albans was a seeming waste of time, the most closed city I had been to yet.
I ate and chilled out with Bridget and fell asleep alongside her two hours before we went to bed.
Tomorrow was my last day on the road preaching and I had invited whoever could come to the City of Westminster and speakers corner in Hyde Park. I hoped there would be a good crowd. Certainly, Mark who had been at my first preach in the City of London was hoping to be there for my least preach and take me for something to eat thereafter. I was looking forward to that. Bring it on!
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The bad thing about being at home this morning was that I did not want to leave. I was up around 5:45am and the cat (now recovered from his recent illness) was on the couch, on his blanket and meowing to be fed. The high speed internet at home was working well and compared to the last two months my videos seemed to have uploaded in an instant. I still wasn’t feeling well though and it was obvious I was in need of some R & R. Even so, I still had 3 cities to visit and preach in and today was Cambridge which was about a two hours drive from my home in Sevenoaks.
From my own lounge, with hotwater bottle, blanket and coffee, I reached out to maybe 35 different churches, Chaplains, organisations and Christian Unions. Cambridge appeared to be swimming with them. Today was remembrance Sunday however, and they were going to be busy.
I was dressed and on the road around 08:15am. I didn’t know what God had planned for me today, where I was going, or when I was going to eat again. Not that had been a problem in any city thus far, that’s for sure, but it was a great excuse to get a Maccy D’s breakfast and a black coffee to keep me going on the journey, so on my way to the M25, I swung down to Otford and picked up some Maccy Vitals.
The roads were clear and the journey was bathed in blue skies and morning sunshine. I wish I was just hanging out with Bridget today.
I was asking God to give me that Golden thread to pick up and follow today when about 09:15am my phone rang with a response to one of my early morning emails. Hannah was a student in Cambridge and was from Norwich. She was thrilled to see that I had been there the previous day and recognised some of the places and people I had interviewed, especially Carrie. Nice! So, I was going to meet her at Holy Trinity church around 1:45pm and she was going to take me to the Round Church and ‘Christian Heritage’ who were committed to sharing the history of Christianity in England and demonstrating that it is a real and living faith with the power to change society today and in addition to that, Hannah also invited me to student homeless outreach tonight meeting at Newnham College. It could be a very long day and frankly, I was wondering if I was going to make it home tonight.
En route I rang my friend John in Scotland to see if he had any contacts in Cambridge. The only one he came up with was Pastor Soandso of Suchandsuch Christian church. I reckoned both Bridget and myself had already emailed him. Sigh…. I tried looking him up on my iPad (I had pulled over) though try as I might I could not get hold of him. It just ‘wasn’t happening.’ Oh well.
I arrived in Cambridge around 09:50. There were no parking places or Cathedrals to cajole and so it was yet another expensive city centre car park on Jesus lane. The place was buzzing with uniformed personnel all booted and spurred, a big issue seller ‘guilting’ people into buying, shouting, “C’mon put me out my misery, buy a big issue, then we can all stop pretending I’m invisible” and across from him a dour 20 year old with a sign saying he was into the 2nd day of his animal rights hunger protest trying to stop the UK government smashing puppies and kittens heads in with hammers. Meanwhile the shops were open, the market already beginning to bustle and if you wanted a coffee and a sit down then you would be lining up a long time in a Q. It’s a mad world made even madder this morning by men in caps and gowns darting past you on bikes. Religion, civic responsibility, remembrance of the armed forces dead and disabled, all vivisected alive by hot iron and glass, education, exploitation, social class segregation and the degradation of the poor all seemed to be squashed into a small area around the Bridge of Sighs, with the fruit of female vicars in black frocks, and genderless women with purposefully cropped hair, all topping this strange cocktail smoothie mix of madness on this blue sky sunny Cambridge morning. This city looked like a great place to be a middle class extrovert. I mean who would notice and who would care?
For some reason my battery had not charged correctly on my Video Camera, so with an early lunch of a Chai Latte in Nero’s, across from Holy Trinity, I found a socket and plugged it in. There was a service at 11:30am across the way and I might just make it there. I did some journaling until 11:20 and then decided to mosey on over to see what was happening at Trinity. Again, I was not feeling well. I am convinced I have some kind of infection.
Anyways, I asked the young man on the welcome team and also on church staff if he could give the vicar my card and ask him if I could have an interview after. He got back to me PDQ and told me that the Vicar was too busy to have an interview. Fair enough. It was a busy church and a busy Sunday morning.
The speaker this morning, no preaching was done, was a former full career Army Officer and former Commander First Battalion Grenadier Guards from 1997-2000 which included 2 operational tours. David Hutchison reached the rank of Colonel and his Staff experience included posts at Ministry of Defence and HQ Land Forces. This was remembrance Sunday and the former Colonel spoke of the image of crosses in medals of honour, especially the VC. It was a good but unusual message, more suited I thought to a men’s meeting than a church full of say, 300 22 year old brain boxes all being very cool. (NO, I am not being cynical, just observational). One of the more unusual reference points of sharing was when he told us how his recently received gift of tongues had kept him calm and sent him to sleep for a couple of hours prior to a boxing match, thus reserving his energy for the fight. Like I say, it was an unusual message. Maybe you can download the message from their website. I am sure you will find it very interesting. http://www.htcambridge.org.uk/welcome.htm
Service over, I tried to mingle. However, no cool 22 year old wants to talk to a grey haired old fart, so I was pretty much by myself save I eventually gravitated to another young fifty year old and we hung round together leant against an old pillar in the church sucking on our oatmeal chocolate biscuits and tepid tea and making uncomfortable conversation. What a shame I hadn’t the chance to interview the Colonel, after all, I had interviewed his boss the other day. What a missed opportunity. I think I needed to have been more pushy and just barged on over to the pew? Ah well.
I retired to Nero’s across the way and in just a wee while was joined by Hannah. It was 13:45 and she had to be off by 14:30, so after a brief chat, she took me around to the 12Th Century round church where I arranged to go on a 1.5 hour tour of the Christian connections of Cambridge which was being organised by Christian Heritage . Fantastic. I also managed to get an interview with Hannah and the Peter Greyling the development director at Christian heritage who was conducting the tour.
Now Cambridge is a brainy place. Indeed, being there, it made me realise just how stupid I really was and as I was getting older, seemed more prone to be. There is no doubt that we are in need of some great Theologians. Maybe, some time ago, I might have aspired to be minor Theologeon but it’s too late now. Even so we do need them, and it is true that we do need to follow God with all of our mind and no doubt, all heart and no head has contributed to the imbecilic nature of the church, especially we Biblical charismatics who often times get hooked into such hokeyness in the name of the Holy Spirit that it just isn’t funny. We need to go see the Wizard.
So anyways, the tour started on time. There was about a dozen of us and about ten minutes in this geezer asks me where I am from. I tell him and ask him where he is from and what he does. He’s from Cambridge and is a Pastor. “Which church?” says I.
“Suchandsuch” he says
“Oh you must be Pastor Soandso then!” says I. “How spooky is that! I have been trying to contact you and was just speaking about you this morning and hear you are!”
I mean C’mon! Isn’t that amazing!
So, I give the brother my card and then tells him what I am doing. Now, for some reason, my excitement was not really communicated and it felt as though I was a mud pie slipping down a wall. Ah well. Maybe I just did not communicate well? Maybe he had no meetings today? Maybe he thought I was a nutter? In any event, when we got to Latimer’s Pulpit in St Edwards church I was so busy chatting to the church secretary to see if he would ask the vicar if I might speak there tonight that I got separated from the tour and Pastor Suchandsuch just disappeared. What a missed opportunity. I think I needed to have been more pushy and hounded him? Ah well. Sometimes, it’s not just me who misses a God opportunity. Phew!
Meanwhile the church secretary in St Edwards didn’t seem to be confidant that I would get the opportunity to speak. “Listen” I says, “As the great Philosopher has said “Who dares wins Rodney. Who dares wins.” This was Cambridge however and he was obviously not familiar with the my Philosophical reference point. Still, though I left my card, he never called back. What a missed opportunity. I think I needed to have been stayed with him whilst he made the phone call? Ah well.
I eventually made my way back to the Round church. It was dark but the nice geezer still took me by myself around to Sydney Sussex College to see the plaque indicating that Cromwell’s head was buried there, the location of which was only known to three people .The Royalists might just dig him up again.
I paid my £11 for the parking (it would have cost £22 on a weekday) and pulled out a couple of miles to Maccy D’s to get some supper, do some journaling and prepare for tonight’s meeting back at Holy Trinity, where I was going to meet with David Torrance who would escort me to Newnham College for the 8:45pm prayer and preparation for the homeless outreach.
After a couple of hours of screeching kids in Maccy D’s I was willing to confess that I was the one who had killed Cromwell, anything to make it stop, and left the place a very jaded and fatter individual. It was time to get back into the city centre.
It was late and so parking on the street was both easier and more importantly…free! David is a young Theologian and I met him outside Costa at around 8:00pm and we walked to Newnham to meet the other Students.
In the end, there was about 6 Cambridge Christian students. I interviewed three of them and then helped them make Sandwiches and hot drinks for the homeless.
Apparently this project started on an informal basis and continues on one as well. Previous students handed over the baton and introduced the new workers to the existing ‘homeless clientele’. Look you now, these Cambridge Christian students are busy bunnies. They usually don’t have a job whilst studying as the demands of their degree course are so high. They are very bright and very busy, and are usually already committed to their local church in Cambridge as well as the Christian Union there, so, in addition to this, to turn up, plan up, pray up and mount up, for two nights a week it really quite remarkable. I can think of more than enough excuses not to do this, yet there they are, on top of a very heavy workload, reaching out twice weekly to the homeless of Cambridge. Now, I think that is quite remarkable and most commendable.
Before all of this of courese- We met for prayer and I had the opportunity to share from the book of the day. Hope you are blessed!
The wee team splits into two once on the streets. One team patrolling known haunts in the city centre and the other team, like outriders, take about a 45 minute walk to haunts external to the centre which might occupy the stragglers that never make it into the centre. Tonight they only found one wreck of a poor individual, unconscious with alcohol covered in blankets and laying under the Chlorine packed outlet vent of the local swimming pool. Warm but not so good for your health. Hannah tried to wake them whilst Joshua poured a hot drink. The person was not for moving though and so Sandwiches were left next to them for when they became conscious. I walked back with them to the City Centre where they would join up with the other tam and continue their patrol, still armed with Sandwiches and hot soup. I found my way back to the car and as I pushed in my address for home, I got a text from Hannah:
“Thanks for coming out with us this evening – just saw a couple of people who could use prayer – could you pray for Jonny – who needs peace and also a lady who is quite mentally unwell”
I am so glad these guys are out there on the streets. Its quite an example to me in particular.
I got back home around 12:30 and dropped into bed not long after and was asleep by 01:00am. I was aching and absolutely knackered.
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I slept really well last night and awoke around 6pm. By 8:45 I had updated the website, washed, packed and was on the road for 8:45am.The roads were clear and it wasn’t long before I was in Ely. It was around 10:00am and I parked the car and, got hold of my stuff and began walking into the city centre.
I could not get hold of the Cathedral staff to ask for free parking, but it didn’t matter too much as this was free and Ely is not a big city.
I hadn’t gone but 50 yards before I found a church with the doors open and a course going on. I popped my head in and asked if I could stay a while. I was well greeted, given a cup of coffee and listened to some course instruction on ‘How to hear from God’ by recognizing God’s voice as spontaneous thoughts and realizing the importance of two way journaling.’ The Christian church this morning had 10 older ladies and two older men. I was the youngest and the other was a former Pastor in town. The subject matter was ‘experimental’. I bought a book and left to continue on into town.
2nd John, the letter I was speaking on today, is all about the truth. It is the test of the saints and truth and love go together like grace and peace, and as peace comes out of grace, so love comes out of truth. In other words, truth trumps love. It always will. No I know that sounds hard, but you need to take that up with god and not with me. These last 60 days have seen me filling the role of a travelling preacher and everything I have done must be according to the truth, indeed, if has not been, then you my prayerful readers have in some way partaken in my sin. This is tough stuff isn’t it? And this is what I was going to speak about to a group of prayer walkers who would be returning from a couple of hours of walking and praying around and over their city.
2nd John is usually described as a letter to ‘The Elect Lady’ and today I was heading to the Countess of Huntingdon Chapel to get a snapshot from a great paining of ‘The Elect Lady’ herself, Selina Countess of Huntingdon. I was told that her picture had been moved to the gallery of the chapel, but when I arrived the local amateur dramatics group was in full swing and they didn’t know where it was. It would have to wait until I met the Pastor. So, I was out on the street again until my high noon appointment at the church they would be meeting back at.
It was a beautiful day and the City centre was buzzing, I mean it looked like market day and it was packed. My eyes connected with a Big Issue guy and we got talking. Now this geezer was different to all the rest. He was happy, almost content, not on drugs, very healthy looking and well fed. You see, for him, this vagabond lifestyle was for him. I reckoned he made around £250 a week in selling the Big Issue. He slept in homeless shelters so his overheads were minimal. He bought food, ate well, was clean and banked his profits money every day. He seemed more than OK. He didn’t want to be interviewed and eventually asked me to move on as he had 25 Big Issues to sell and money to make. He wished me well on my journey. A different kind of entrepreneur.
I was hungry and the church where I was having my 12:00 appointment had a coffee shop, no more than that, it had free Wi Fi and even more than that, it had a sugar business with some 15 ladies learning to make sugar items. I love sugar!
Two toasted tea cakes later, all topped with strawberry Jam, I managed to interview the owner and her daughter. Amazingly the owner had gone to the same school as my wife!
CHLOE FROM BUTTERFLY CAKES
LEAH FROM BUTTERFLY CAKES
It wasn’t long after this that the intrepid prayer walkers had returned and I was pleasantly surprised to find among them, two delightful Christian ladies from the Democratic Republic of Congo, who spoke beautiful French and had arrived in Britain via Belgium. Their observations on a nation that had sent them missionaries was both fascinating and embarrassing. I thank God that they are here.
DR CONGO LADIES
After sitting with the prayer walkers and listen to them unpack their observations and impressions, I was again reminded that we are sailing far from the isle of rationalism and close to the shores of postmodern paganism. I am not knocking it, I am simply making some navigational observations. I am going to be investigating and commenting on this much further in the coming days.
ELY MEDITATION
The lovely Pastor invited me to lunch and fed me well. Then we popped into the church where I found Selina facing the wall for protection. I told Karl that I would be more than happy to take her with me and give her a good home. You see, I am an ordained Countess of Huntingdon Connexion Minister…but that’s a story for another day. Today I was going home.
I visited the Cathedral on the way back to my car, and mused over visiting the Ely home of God’s Englishman, Cromwell. But Bridget called. So, I turned the car South and headed on my way.
The rest is my business 🙂
YELLOW BUTTERFLY CAKES
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Today in Britain at the 11th hour, on the 11th day, of 2011, the nation stopped to remember our war dead. Here are some interviews from old soldiers, including a Royal Marine who was at Normandy and the recent head of the British Army.
General Lord Dannatt – Former Head of the British Army
The Rt Rev. Graham Norvic | The Bishop of Norwich
I was up around 5:00am this morning and managed to get out the door and on the road by about 8:15am. En route, Carrie gave me a call to arrange to meet up in the city centre and kindly arranged for me to park my car in ‘The Chantry’ and lined up a few interviews for me.
Carrie is a gregarious and generous individual, with muscles a massive heart and probably one of the most unusual ministries you can would come across. She is an ‘under the radar’ connector, living by faith and functioning wherever God sends her. It is obvious that her generosity of spirit is respected by all.
Today was going to be an oestrogen packed day, which for a minister to men, is always going to be a challenge. Frankly, I find it very humbling to see all my sisters working so hard and so valiantly, when most men don’t. Good on yer girls!
So after chatting with Janet, it was off for some interviews at the Sally Bash.
Peter was a fascinating guy and raised an observation at the end of his interview which I have now heard a couple of times. Essentially it infers that the rise of the welfare state laid off thousands of volunteer Christian workers and removed the personal responsibility of individuals to care for their fellow man.
Carrie took me over to the Forum for about 11:00am and we bumped into a young woman in her 60’s who is prison Chaplain to men.
Sheila bought me coffee and sat down for a chat. Sheila was driving down the motorway and was continually seeing prison vans carrying people from court to court to prison. She thought to herself that these then became the hidden and forgotten people of our society and that it is amongst those people that Jesus would have probably gone and ministered. So, she gave up her job and went and did so.
Out of my conversation with Sheila, I spoke with her about her conversion and the circumstances from which it came. She quoted the general confession of the 1928 Book of common prayer call to communion. Here it is: |
ALMIGHTY God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Maker of all things, Judge of all men; We acknowledge and bewail our manifold sins and wickedness, Which we, from time to time, most grievously have committed, By thought, word, and deed, Against thy Divine Majesty, Provoking most justly thy wrath and indignation against us. We do earnestly repent, And are heartily sorry for these our misdoings; The remembrance of them is grievous unto us; The burden of them is intolerable. Have mercy upon us, Have mercy upon us, most merciful Father; For thy Son our Lord Jesus Christ’s sake, Forgive us all that is past; And grant that we may ever hereafter Serve and please thee In newness of life, To the honour and glory of thy Name; Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
“Robert” she said, “The Burden of my sins became intolerable to me”
And I tell you what, I have not heard such a confession from so many who have claimed to be converted today
Meanwhile, Carrie was buzzing around like a bumble bee, calling in at the BBC, calling in a few favours and going back to the car to collect my stuff, it was now time to go outside into the bitter cold to see if we might do some open air proclaiming. Carrie even brought her guitar.
We pitched up in front of St Peter’s in front of that great community edifice called the Forum.
It really was cold and miserable and the battery on my video was in need of charging. So, I nipped inside the church whilst Carrie sat outside and started singing. It was freezing but there she was, and then joined by Janet for a wee while, singing out to whoever was listening. And there wasn’t many. Folks were trying to find a warm place as quick as they could. It was obvious to me that this wasn’t going to work. However, a few young people had come over to see what was going on and as Carrie was singing away, I interviewed them real quick.
Alex is a boy and a nicer chap you could not find in Norwich. He hung out with us for a wee while and became my camera man at the next event we went to. He was brave enough to come and join us at the URC Church where we had lunch with about thirty folks. The United Reformed Church crew regularly served up the best of meals to whoever could not afford them. Soup, bread, cake, fruit, coffee and sweeties, all served at table. AMAZING. Alex was really impressed with such service and we were impressed with Alex. I shared the Gospel with him and I told him that I would be getting everyone to pray for him. So please do for Alex, a lovely young bloke.
After this, Carrie got her van and ferried us down to another church being used as a café for homeless people, and an evident hang out of people from the Metachurch, just loving Jesus and serving people. Quite remarkable really. So I got the chance to sit down and speak with a few folks and later interview with the camera lady; Carrie’s lovely helper.
It was shortly after this that I got a text from Keith Morris of the Network Norwich website (awesome website by the way) who had arranged for me to go to the opening of a New Extension of the YMCA in Norwich.
Carrie and Sophie had to go, so they dropped me back at my car, unpacked my stuff and prayed with me. Honestly, it had been a most unique and valuable day to be around Carrie and Sophie, Janet and Sheila, the women at All Saints and the URC all getting on and serving God where the rubber meets the road. Remarkable. I haven’t had time to tell you about Carrie’s detours today: collecting wages to give to former prisoners; telephoning assylum seekers; loaning out her van to other service organisations to help evicted people grab the last of their possessions before they get dumped onto the streets; her ‘Leg Up’ fund….No, and the truth is, there is a lot I have not told you. I asked Carrie if she was an adventurer? “No” she said “I’m just an adult with ADHD” And so may we all be.
I had an hour or so before the 5:30pm start at the YMCA and was flagging. I needed some carbs to keep me warm and so popped into Maccy D’s to top up on the same and pick up some emails and chat to Bridget. Did I tell you I was going on a diet on Thursday?
I arrived at the YMCA and managed to get an interview, not only with the communications officer, but also one of the residents who had been living there for two and half years.
Of course, it was also here I got to speak to General the Lord Dannatt and the Bishop of Norwich, a lovely guy, indeed when I apologised about not knowing the correct protocol in addressing him he just said “Oh call me Graham.” And I did.
I got back to my good friend Simon Ladd in Bury St Edmunds about 8:00pm. Beer was poured and Chinese was ordered. He and his wife and family have been such an overwhelming blessing to me. Thanks guys.
I got to my room around 9:45pm, lined up the videos for YouTube, switched off the light and mused on the day. I had been truly moved by Norwich. Christians from all strata’s of society, young men, Lords, Generals, Bishops, housewives, geezers…..all, according the Bishop, the Bible and Lee, damaged people, forgiven people, washing the feet of others. Amazing really. I get around folks like this and wonder if I’m truly saved.
At 11:20pm I got notification of a gift made to the tour. It was from Carrie and the email said….. “Great meeting you today; thanks for encouraging so many people . Be blessed! Be a Blessing! Carrie” Truly, it was all the other people who had been a blessing to me today.
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