Opening statement: before I being this unfortunate task I feel forced to express my disquiet with it. I was brought up in a primitive Methodist tradition a tradition that stood foursquare against the idolisation of the works of man and man’s insane lust for the image. To demand that anyone act against their own conscience merely to become a lay preacher seems at best odd and at worse evil.
The postcard I have chosen is Roy De Maistre’s: “Noil me tangere”
Find you self-tired and thirsty. Your lost in the middle of New York, strangers rush past you, beggars beach you, there is danger and fear on every turning and it is stifling hot.
You’ve been abandon here, alone among million, a lost ant in the biggest ant hill; All that human indignity, all that man built grandeur gently mocking you, gently entombing you, suffocating you in its heartless embrace.
Above all, above the hellish din, there is the unremitting heat. Man’s great buildings offer no respite from it; man’s great wonders cannot aid you now. You’d give your arm now for just a drop of water, just a drop of human kindness.
Your tiredness over takes your weak body, right there in the flood of inhuman humanity you collapse on your knees.
You open your tired eyes and before you is Christ.
The heat Has left you, your exhaustion has left you
Show Roy De Maistre’s: “Noil me tangere”
He dwarfs the skyscrapers and towers of the city, all around you is silence.
He is covered in the purest white cloths but his frail body is visible, his crucifixion scares still shine with God glory.
He is so vast and so powerful, yet so weak and so pitted by his experience
You rest your tried body against his leg
All creation is dwarfed by him, yet you feel like a child in his presence
In this timeless moment what does Christ whisper to you?
Look into his eyes – what is it he whispering to you?
Oh great high priest – ordained sacrificial lamb, hold your son and daughter closely
Oh scared and injured Christ hold your daughters and sons closely
Come to us, people of sin and scarlet
Come to us, lost though we are
Show us your mercy
Show us your majesty
For we kneel in your weakness, in your awesome presences
We know our failings our many
We know that we held the nails that crucified you
But do not leave us, do not forsake us.
The Lord speak
My child, all this I have endure for you
These wounds where for your salvation
This mortal frame was so we could meat
This blood is for you
All for the love of you
I shall never leave you
I shall never forsake you.
Oh mighty God, source of all salvation
Oh might Christ the grand high healer of the world
We devote ourselves to you
We will walk gladly with thee
We thank thee for they kindness
We bless thee for they mercies