• That Damn Magnificat

    A sermon preached in St Mary’s Cathedral on Good Friday 2022

    There’s something about spending these three hours in a church dedicated to Mary.

    Through the year, we often get particular joy from keeping the Marian festivals. We’ve got more music in the choir library about her than about any of the others who accompanied Jesus in this life.

    We sing with her the Magnificat every Sunday at evensong. We share her joy. We share her hopes for a world turned upside down. Where the mighty would what they deserve. At last.

    In a church dedicated to Mary, because we pay attention to her, we get a unique insight into her Son Jesus. Because she was there. There at the beginning when he was born. There when he taught the learned teachers in the temple. There sometimes when he was teaching the rather more thick disciples and the adoring crowds. There when he performed the the first miracle – water into wine.

    What did she think when that one happened?

    Go my son. That’s the world we want. A world put right. A world where God breaks in and joy breaks out.

    But the trouble for us is that having accompanied her through all of this, we now find ourselves in his company again.

    Mary stands at the foot of the cross. It is almost unimaginable that she was able to stay. But presumably unimaginable for her to leave until it is over.

    And a few other women comfort her and stand beside her in her agony.

    And John, the beloved. He’s there too. Ready to take her in.

    We enter into Mary’s experience when the going is good. How on earth do we enter into her experience today.

    Can we see this day through her eyes or is it entirely beyond what we can bear to think of?

    It is common in newsgathering to tell the story of disasters through the tears of parents weeping for their children. Mothers particularly.

    A whole war may be too much to take in. A whole nation invaded is expressed in arrows on a map, nothing more. A whole cities get bombed and we struggle to know one from another. It happens over there.

    But a mother’s tears at a crucifixion…

    Harder to ignore. Harder to walk on by.

    Theological concepts are broken by the crucifixion.

    Theories of how we are reconciled to God circle the crucifixion scene like vultures.

    They are too big to grasp. And they offer no comfort to a mother weeping either.

    What does she think as she stands there?

    Can she think? Can she process this?

    Raw. Present. The pain. The agony. The tears.

    Three hours is long enough to think. This is a cruel death for those being crucified. This is a cruel death for those watching.

    I’ve been haunted by a question this year as I try to keep company with Mary at the cross.

    Did she hold fast to what she had believed about God – all the things that she had taught him?

    Or did it all break down on that day?

    One of the things that I love about Mary is that her spirituality seems to be about two things which she ties together.

    The world being put right is one of her themes.

    And the joy of singing God’s praises is another.

    Now you can find plenty of other saints who loved those things. But Mary uniquely brings them together.

    My soul magnifies the Lord. And my spirit rejoices in God my saviour.

    He has shown the strength of his arm. And the proud and the mighty and the rich have got their comeuppance at last.

    It is joyful spirituality. Full of cheek and full of fun.

    And oh, how often when I hear Jesus giving clever answers that bring God right into the lives of people who need God most, or when I see him turning over the tables of those who are corrupt, I think, I bet he got that from her.

    But as she stands at the cross, what on earth goes through her head.

    What questions does this hell scene raise for her.

    Does she keep repeating to herself again and again, “The mighty will be brought low. The mighty will be brought low. The mighty will be brought low”.

    Or is it worse than that.

    Does she loose faith with it all today?

    As she looks on and smells death all around her does she call on God.

    We have no words from Mary on Good Friday. Nothing is recorded from her.

    I don’t know what she said.

    But I guess that had it been me, I wouldn’t be singing of the goodness of God nor of a world put right.

    I’d be thinking, “Shit! The bastards have won. I wish I’d never brought him up the way I did. What could I have done differently? I should have taught him to keep his mouth shut more.

    That damn Magnificat. Look where it has got him.

    I sang, God has filled the hungry with good things.

    But I’ve not eaten in hours and I never want to eat again. My stomach is in knots as he twists and turns in agony.

    I sang, from this day all generations will call me blessed.

    But from this day all generations will call me cursed.

    I sang about God sending the rich and the mighty and the powerful away empty.

    But they’ve won. They’ve won. They’ve beaten him.

     

    `I sang, He has come to the help of his servant Israel.

    But God hasn’t come to his aid. He hasn’t turned up at all.

    I sang about the promises that God had made to our forebears to Abraham and his children forever.

    But he has forgotten me today.

    It is finished.

    My song is finished.

    And I’ll never sing again.

7 responses to “The BA Cross Story”

  1. Tim Avatar

    Hmmm. You’re the first person I’ve seen to view it this way around.

    Different, and I agree about “witnessing to the passengers” (I don’t particularly want proselytising, least of all on a plane) but I’m not sure I agree with your conclusion.
    A cross need not be particularly outlandish; many people wear them, some of whom don’t even regard themselves as christian (heirloom, etc), and who’s going to ask their motives before declaring it still a religious symbol?

    It’s unfortunate that this has come about with someone who sees the cross as her witness, but if this stands, companies will be allowed to have discriminatory uniform policies, and it doesn’t matter who the parties are, it’s just discrimination whichever way I cut it; all the more so when it leads to *a society* in which one hides from others rather than embracing them.

  2. kelvin Avatar
    kelvin

    As I understand it, the BA uniform policy has applied to all jewelry hanging around someone’s neck. It would not be fun to get one’s Cross, Crescent, Star of David or string of pearls caught in the check-in machinery.

    It is interesting that the principle sign of Christian membership in most parts of the various churches is essentially ephemeral – baptism by its very nature is invisible in material form once performed.

    When I was in Egypt, I was quite impressed with the tattoos that many Christians had done in order to identify themselves to one another. At more than one Christian gathering I went to, the locals were vetted at the door by showing their tattoos – the presumption being that no member of any group that the Church people were frightened of would ever have a cross tattooed on their skin.

  3.  Avatar
    Anonymous

    Yes, you’re quite right. A uniform is a uniform. If one absolutely wanted to wear something other than a uniform at work, then joining the Army mightn’t be the best place for me.

    Similarly, if joining the BA ranks implies wearing a uniform, and I insist on wearing some additional contraption, then , patently, possibly a position without a uniform would be better. Possibly as a clergy person?! That is if I were a compulsive proselytiser.

    Anent compulsive proselytising. There is this church building on the facade of which a sign threatens one and all with everlasting hell fire. No doubt those of that congregation consider it to be their loving duty so to do. However, to my mind, it is a most egregious assault on the urban landscape … and myself, every time I have cause to walk by.

    Yes. Yours is a most refreshing viewpoint. All the more so as it comes from within the ranks of the clergy. Possibly a reason why I’ve kept on coming back to this your blog…

    All the very best,

    Clyde Lad

  4. Alex Avatar
    Alex

    The real problem is that BA’s policy is inconsistent: turbans are allowed, hijabs are allowed and apparently Hindu bangles are allowed.

    For a uniform policy to be reasonable I think it either has to allow all, or allow none. I’m not fussed which they choose, but consistency is important.

  5. Ali Avatar
    Ali

    I think the difference between turbans, hajibs and bangles are the difference between a requirement of following a particular faith (or, rather, a conservative branch of a particular faith as with the hajob and the bangle), or a desire because of one’s faith. A cross is worn out of choice, rather than a requirement of orthodoxy.

    I talked a little about this in the sermon this morning – on a day where the church celebrates the feast of Christ the King, surely a greater sign of being a member of that Kingdom, or a follower of Christ, is the way in which we treat this planet given into our care and all who inhabit it, rather than becoming sidetracked in petty bickering about which poppy is the most Christian or the “right” to wear a cross at work regardless of uniform policy.

  6. Alex Avatar
    Alex

    “A cross is worn out of choice, rather than a requirement of orthodoxy.”

    I’m not sure that this is a difference that removes the inconsistency from BA’s uniform policy. Whether or not the turban, hijab or bangle is perceived as a ‘requirement’ of membership of a faith, it is still my choice whether or not to observe it.

    This is not to say that I think Ms Ewelda has taken the best course of action. My personal view is that she has made a mistake – instead of a greater witness, she has contributed to the perception of Christians as petty and whinging. I may have my differences with Paul(!) but I think his “Greek to the Greek, Jew to the Jew” approach has a lot to be said for it.

    But our disagreement with her position on how crucial to the Christian life is the wearing of the cross doesn’t change the fact that the policy applied treats her differently from members of other faiths.

  7. Mysterious stranger Avatar
    Mysterious stranger

    I am with you on this one.I do not like all the badges,ribbons,bands etc with uniforms.I also felt extremely uncomfortable with yesterdays interview.She has been offered the right to wear the cross on her lapel not round her neck.She can wear it inside her uniform and go with the lapel badge.

    Her fundamentalism grated.Sorry.

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