Showing posts with label The Works of Hezekiah: Churchmouse and Righteous Rodent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Works of Hezekiah: Churchmouse and Righteous Rodent. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Where's Your Other Arm? A Short Dialogue with Hezekiah, the Righteous Rodent, and an Homily with Reference to Hosea 1:2-10, Colossians 2:6-19 and Luke 11:1-13—for the Sunday between July 24 and 30: Proper 17


Hi. Thought I’d try something new this morning. I don't think you've been up here before. How does it feel? (Hezekiah looks over edge of pulpit and whispers in my ear.) Hezekiah says, "Hi!" No, high UP! O, sorry. I get it. Usually we sit down there on the steps. High and lifted up, like Jesus! Exactly.

Which reminds me of why I brought you up here this morning. Do remember you remember when we were at St Francis in Airdrie? Yes, it was long time ago. More than fourteen years. Will you excuse me if I tell these people about something that happened there?

There was a young Down Syndrome woman, I think her name was Kristy, who came up with the children to meet with Hezekiah each Sunday at St Francis. One day after about a year of this, she suddenly spoke up, right there in the service, and said to me, "Hey! Where's your other arm?" Do you remember that? I think I said I was holding your bag up with it and she was satisfied with that.

But, actually, Hezekiah, it was my other arm, the one that she couldn't see, that was making you real to her and the children. It is my arm and hand that makes you go. That's what makes children believe in you.

It’s rather like that for us humans, too. Just like what Paul wrote to the Colossians (2:6-7), when we receive Christ Jesus the Lord, and start walking in him, in the faith we are taught, it’s like we have an invisible arm helping us, too. It’s his arm working in us that gets things done, makes us work best and that makes us real to the people around us. You know what that’s like? Yes, I suppose you do.

For a whole year, Kristy watched you and me and listened to our stories, and then one day she suddenly realized something was missing. But what appeared to be missing was actually the thing that was making what she enjoyed happen.

Sometimes I’m a bit like Kristy. I’m enjoying the stories until suddenly one day, I think, wait a minute, God doesn’t seem to be doing anything, and I think, or say, “Where’s your other arm? The powerful one. The one that’ll fix my problems, deliver the oppressed, clothe the naked, feed the hungry and sort the things that are wrong with the world?”

Hosea and Gomer, in our Old Testament reading from Hosea (1:2-10) must have felt like that when God brought them together. “Where’s your other arm?” they must have been tempted to say, or something like it, when God had them name their children for things God was not going to do for Israel.

Same with the people Paul writes about (Col 2:16-18) who were judged and disqualified by their Christian brothers and sisters. God, “Where’s your other arm? Don’t like these ones very much!”

But actually, just as it was for Kristy, so it was for Hosea and Gomer and those judged Christians: what appeared to be missing wasn’t missing. God’s powerful arm was at work, for example in the story of Hosea and Gomer’s awkward family, God promises (1:10) in the place where it was said to them, “You are not my people,” it shall be said to them, “Children of the living God.”

And, among the Colossians (and us), (Colossians 2:12-13) Gods’ powerful arm has been active through faith in raising us with Jesus even when we “were dead in our trespasses…God made us alive together with Jesus, having forgiven us all our trespasses.”

Above all and always, there’s Jesus. God’s other arm is Jesus (Colossians 2:19) “from whom the whole body, nourished and knit together through its joints and ligaments, grows with a growth that is from God.”

Jesus, who taught his disciples, and us, how to pray in a way that helps us to see what the “other arm” is doing, to trust in its strength and to know that even when it seems to be missing, it is at work—animating us, telling the story through us, serving others through us, getting what our heavenly Father wants done, done, and giving the Holy Spirit to those who ask him (Luke 11:13) in Jesus’ name and for his sake.

Monday, 24 December 2012

Pusillani Mouse, the Shepherds and the Angels: a Christmas Eve Story by Hezekiah—Church Mouse and Righteous Rodent

In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.  
And whenever there were shepherds and sheep by night, there were also mice. Isn’t that right Hezekiah? Why? O, right! Because when shepherds worked at night, they always took lunch and part of that lunch was always lots of smelly, tasty goat cheese! Hmmm!! And not only that, but also lots of bread crumbs! Cheese and crumbs, a mouse’s favourite! While shepherds watched their flock, the mice watched their lunch bags. Right Hezekiah?

But Hezekiah wants me to tell you about this one night a long, long time ago, when something happened which has been told through mouse history ever since. Who told you, Hezekiah? — Your grandmother, Fay Mouse? What happened? — Well, one of those nights, long, long ago there was a mouse name Pusillani. Pusillani? — Pusillani Mouse. Pusillani was a very timid fellow. He was always as quiet as a…mouse. And all of a sudden that night when he was just about to relieve a shepherd of some of his crumbs and goat cheese, there was a bright light that shone in the sky which was so bright that Pusillani found himself totally exposed. Paw outstretched, jaws open to take an enormouse mouthful of goat cheese, tail curling in pleasure. (Pause) And then what happened? — He felt like he was in the beam of a search light (well, he would have if search lights had been invented yet). Anyway, it was really scary so he just froze waiting for a big hairy shepherd’s foot to stomp him. He closed his eyes.

And? 

Nothing happened. (Hez looks up)

He opened his eyes and looked up, way up. The nearest shepherd was frozen, too,  and he was also looking up away from Pusillani! 

What Pusillani didn’t realize is that 
An angel of the Lord was standing before them, and the glory of the Lord was shining around them, and they were terrified. 
Wow! So it was the glory of The Lord! And just as Pusillani was about to go “Phew!” and finish his mouthful. He suddenly noticed the hughest and ugliest (to him) thing he’d ever seen. (Hez looks at me) It probably looked a bit like me? It was ugly because it looked a bit like one of the shepherds, only shinier, and with wings. Pusillani didn’t like the wings thing. Things with wings could swoop down and eat mice like me, he thought. What Pusillani didn’t know was that he was looking at an angel. 
But the angel said to them, 
What, what did the angel say, Hezekiah?

“Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, gong show din!!”

That doesn’t sound right! That’s what it sounded like to Pusillani. He couldn’t speak Aramaic. But it was really loud and he had wings! Suddenly Pusillani’s appetite went away. He wasn’t hungry any more. He just wanted to go home.

Of course, we all know now that what the angel was saying to the shepherds was: 
“Do not be afraid; for see – I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger. 
Poor Pusillani. He missed that it was good news, right? If he’d understood, he would have realized he was in no danger, it was just about a baby, human, and therefore a bit ugly, with swaddling clothes, for heaven’s sake, and he wouldn’t have felt so frightened. 

Aw! That’s too bad.

And then it got worse! The Bible says, 
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, 
There it was again! “Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, gong show din!!” even louder and set to music! Pusillani was so frightened that, not only had his appetite disappeared, but he needed to go the bathroom really badly. 

Hezekiah! I’m not sure we need to be talking about that in church. 

He held his back knees together really tightly and gritted his teeth. 

We all know now that what Pusillani was hearing was 
“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favours!
But, to him, it sounded like the end of the world. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold it anymore everything went dark again. Silence. Then what happened?

One of the sheep said, “Bah!” Another said, “Humbug.” The shepherds started talking to each other. 
“Blah, blah, blah,” they said, “Yadda, yadda, yadda, gong show din!!”

We now know what they were really saying because the Bible explains what really happened: 
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, not “Blah, blah, yadda,” but “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.” So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. 
Then, Pusillani Mouse couldn’t believe his eyes! They all ran off! The shepherds, that is.  Woh! He must of breathed a sigh of relief! 

And, guess what, he didn’t have to go to the bathroom any more. And not only that, the shepherds had left their lunch bags behind!!! 

While they were away. Pusillani had an enor-mouse feast of not just crumbs, but great big honking chunks of bread, with gobs of goat cheese on top. He ate himself to a stand still. It was the scariest and happiest night of his life. It was also the night that Jesus was born.

Wow! Thanks, Hezekiah. 

The story had been told in Mousedom ever since. There was even a song written about it. 

How does it go? Shall I sing it for them? 

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
all seated on the ground,
A mouse lucked out when shepherds ran
Free goat’s cheese did abound. 

"Fear not," said Pusillani Mouse
The shepherds ran away.
Blah, blah, yadda, yadda, gong show, 
To Jesus where he lay.

Friday, 25 December 2009

Christmas Eve Images

Merry Christmas, one and all!

Visitor behind our house:


















Silent Night Around the Gospel by Candlelight: Mariah


















This and the one below taken with her Christmas present camera by Sharon Hogg, Mariah's grandmother.

Hezekiah, the Righteous Rodent and His Christmas Cheese:















O Christmas Cheese, O Christmas Cheese!!

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Christmas Kringle Miracles: a poem by Hezekiah, Churchmouse and Righteous Rodent

Christmas Kringle miracles

Are dancing all around,

They come with carols sung out loud,

A Hark the Herald sound.



Joseph had to change his plans,

The angels told him so,

He traded his Honda for a donkey

A greener way to go.



God had a Kringle miracle in mind.

The Holy Spirit swirled.

Nine months later Jesus was born

To change our weary world,



For some it was a long time coming,

But it brought us something brighter.

A Christmas Kringle miracle,

And Mary changed God’s daiper.