• Prayers for Remembrance

    Ruined Church

    Last Sunday evening we had an extraordinary Choral Evensong. The idea was simple – to mark the start of the First World War by singing some of the music that the cathedral choir was singing 100 years ago. The idea came from Pam Barrowman, one of the members of the choir whose historical research includes work on what the choir here used to sing. In the event, Sunday evening’s service was one of the most powerful remembrance events that I’ve ever been part of.

    When that war was declared the congregation here responded on the next Sunday by singing four verses of the national anthem and the organist played the Elgar march which features Land of Hope and Glory. There clearly was a something of a gung-ho spirit around. That was in the August. By November, the news was arriving back in the cathedral and its daughter churches of lives already lost. There was, or course, no memorial to put their names on. There was just the news and the dawning realisation that it would not all be over by Christmas. The mood had changed by now and they were singing movements from Brahms’s Requiem (yes, German music, just as we used music by a German composer to end our two minutes silence yesterday morning) and the Russian Kontakion of the Departed.

    Somehow the shadows drew close. I’m not sure whether I wanted to reach back through time to comfort those who were listening to the same music one hundred years ago or whether I wanted them to do the same to us. Anyway, prayer came easily. And compassion. And love.

    Several people commented on my prayers. I don’t have a copy as I tend not to write them in advance and pray extemporaneously at Evensong. (Something I always teach people not to do when I’m doing workshops on how to do intercessions).

    However, here’s the gist of what I said:

    The stone walls of this church surrounded those who went off to war.
    Hear us, O Lord, as we remember those who gathered here in in this place to sing and to pray before going off to war.
    Help us to remember their sense of hope and adventure and the joy of human companionship.
    We remember those who showed courage in leaving for war and also those who showed their own courage in refusing to fight.
    Those who went to war went believing they were putting the world to rights.
    Help us to try to do the same.
    Lord in your mercy. Hear our prayer.

    The stone walls of this church surrounded those who remained at home.
    Hear us, O Lord, as we remember those who remained home, so many women waiting for news of their men, so many children waiting for news of their fathers.
    As we remember them we remember those who went on waiting throughout all their lives.
    Help us to pray for those who today wait for news of those whom they love who have gone to war.
    Lord in your mercy, Hear our prayer.

    The stone walls of this church have surrounded those who in this place have tried to bring peace.
    They have surrounded those who have left this place to go on demonstrations.
    They have surrounded those who have debated.
    They have surrounded conversations and discussions and hopes and dreams.
    Hear us as we pray for those who have decisions, important decisions to make which affect the lives of others.
    Lord in your mercy, Hear our prayer.

    And now the stone walls of this church surround us.
    What will we make of the world that we have inherited? How will we live in the world of today?
    Help us O Lord to seek out peace and build a world of justice.
    Teach us what to do and how to live.
    Lord in your mercy, Hear our prayer.

    And here in this place, surrounded by these same stone walls, I hold in my hand a bible.
    It was carried by a soldier in World War Taken from place to place and returning to this country when he returned at the close of the war.
    And inside its tattered cover is a prayer that we may each make our own prayer
    this night.
    Almighty and Everlasting God,
    by whose Grace Thy servants
    are enabled to fight the good fight of faith
    and ever prove victorious:
    We humbly beseech Thee so to inspire us,
    that we may yield our hearts to thine obedience
    and, exercise our wills on Thy behalf.
    Help us to think wisely:
    to speak rightly:
    to resolve bravely:
    to act kindly:
    to live purely.
    Bless us in body and in soul,
    and make us a blessing to our comrades.
    Whether , at home or abroad
    may we ever seek the extension of Thy Kingdom.
    Let the assurance of Thy presence
    save us from sinning:
    support us in life,
    and comfort us in death.
    0 Lord our God accept this prayer
    for Jesus Christ’s sake. Amen.

    [Picture Credit – Ruined church at Vie Chapelle, France Great War Primary Document Archive: Photos of the Great War – www.gwpda.org/photos]

4 responses to “The Privatization of Public Space and the Commonwealth Games”

  1. Christine McIntosh Avatar

    We were there yesterday as well – you should use Swarm and I might have known! But we left after the first gate for the same reasons as you’re complaining here – that feeling of being in school, or a prison, perhaps. Not a good move, Glasgow!

  2. Robin Avatar
    Robin

    > More troubling to me is that people on the Green were apparently being told to cover up YES badges indicating their support for Scottish Independence.

    What about people with NO badges? Or was no-one wearing one?!

    Seriously, a good post and I agree with it.

  3. Matthew Pemble Avatar
    Matthew Pemble

    I was not only frisked each way walking from Douglas St to “The Hub” (back of the Science Centre) but, on the way back when I was actually going to stop in the BBC’s carnival to buy some (in the end, over-priced and under-nice) lunch, the security weasel suggested that I might like to opt out of walking through a public right of way and go some 500m elsewhere so I wasn’t an inconvenience to her and her colleagues.

    A. She wasn’t a volunteer.
    B. The restriction of individual liberty is the first and most desired recourse of petty British officialdom.
    C. Unlike petty French officialdom, whose first and most desires recourse is Madam Guillotine.

  4. Alan McManus Avatar

    After a PR blunder involving a local Guru of ethnic minority (technically the majority) Herod was anxious to be seen to be benevolent. “5K” had a historical precedent; the concept was simple, marketable and had obvious corporate tie-ins with opportunities for merchandising. The Vizier sourced another Guru, a cousin of the dead one but with better ratings and demographics (and a lot more camera-friendly). Generic ads (CARING/ SHARING/ WEALTH CREATION) went viral on social media, the venue was booked and tickets (£15) sold online.
    Jesus proved difficult from the start. He wanted it free and couldn’t see the need to fence the Table. He couldn’t even see the need for the Table. “Okay” said the Vizier (whose eyes kept glazing over as Security patched in on his Link-Up) “we love you, we love the robes and sandals, we love the concept – yeah? Let’s just keep the synergy flowing and focus on half-full, blue skies – sorry – Mike? Yeah PR here, how’s that bulldozing going? Yeah? Flat. And can you schmooze the protesters off-camera? Yeah. We’ll need the whole space for carparking. Sorry – so, Jesus, right? Cool. Just some Health & Safety details to go over:
    • Bread ‘n Fishes shrinkwrapped 5K pax must remain in the corporate cooler till distribution by authorised personnel only – all in Hi Viz.
    • No healing or blessing, it’s just too big a crowd and we don’t want a crush at the barriers (also healing kinda spins our plucky human interest stories outta line).
    Your slot is 3 mins max, Jesus, we’ve drafted your mission statement, here. Any vocab issues? We want the tone local, down with the Palestinian people, not too obviously Roman. Let’s just go over it:
    1. Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s (we don’t do God)
    2. Yes you can! (can you avoid the whole structural poverty rant? it comes across as patronising and we want to emphasise equal opportunity)
    3. The parable of the talents (just as it is)
    Cool.”
    Everything went smoothly on the day. The whole area had been cleared of undesirables and Herod’s helicopters, horseguards and hounds kept the peace in the huge crowd packed between the steel barriers, happily clutching their tokens for Bread ‘n Fishes; tasteful woven willow miniature food baskets (blessed ones £5 extra) and leaflets for voluntourism. Alternating muzak and plucky soundbites on the massive LED screens kept the crowd amused while they waited for the main act.
    Which never came. Jesus had slipped through the crowds and walked away.

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