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STOCKMAN's 10:10 in TEN Sermon Series - the Short Video Mix - Part 1

 

I am in the middle of a sermon series called 10:10 in Ten. It is my attempt to encapsulate the "life in all its fulness" invitation of Jesus in John 10:10 into ten sermons. I am disturbed daily at the definitions of a follower of Jesus that I read on social media. Could I lay out in ten passages of Scripture what followers of Jesus should really be like in 2017.

I am 6 sermons in.

1. 10:10; Invitational to Life In All It's Fulness
2. Follow Me
3. Love The Lord Your God...
4. 10:10 Inside - Fruit of the Spirit
5. 10:10 Outside - Gifts of the Spirit
6. Do Not Conform... to Empire

I hope most of them will become short blogs soon. You can listen to them all on Fitzroy's Recent Sermons page 

But maybe better than any of that... my colleague Neville Cobbe has wondrously edited the first six sermons down to 9 minutes and added visuals. I am in awe of his ability to do it and thankful for the resource it is. 

CROSSroads - BELIEF AND RESPONSE TO THAT BELIEF

The sign of the cross was in use before it became a symbol of redemption and the work of Good Friday. This came up in my research for this Sunday’s sermon. Before it was a sign of salvation, the cross was about finding ourselves at crossroads. It was about decision making. The commentator said that, "It marked a moment when the paths of life were not fixed, when the direction for how to be in the world was less than certain, when God seemed to be rerouting the future." 

I found this fascinating and sought out via Google evidence of such a theory. Without much luck. Then I thought about my visits to New Grange. Anytime I have been to New Grange I am always amazed that when that burial chamber lights up at sunrise on December 21st it is in the shape of a cross… 5000 years BC. When I ask the Tour Guides why it is in the shape of a cross they never have an answer.

Yet, surely death marks a crossroads, “a moment when the paths of life were not fixed, when the direction for how to be in the world was less than certain, when God seemed to be rerouting the future." After the service someone told me that there are similar cross shaped sites in the islands off the north of Scotland.

I love the idea. Not to change the the cross around our neck from a symbol of the Good Friday cross to another but by adding something significant to that. I am all for a cross that symbolises belief and then adds a response to that belief.

I have often preached and written about the caress and collide of Christian belief. The caress is that we are loved, that God throws his arms around us by grace and interrupts history in Jesus birth, life, death and resurrection. The one dimensional meaning of the cross around our necks or on our walls could be static, impotent and very easy; not God’s new life at all.

I was preaching this in the context of Matthew 16 where the disciples themselves are in a moment of crossroads. Jesus is explaining what is going to happen to him. Peter confesses that he believes that Jesus is the Messiah. That belief leads to Jesus telling Peter what come after such acknowledgement. He tells him, “Don’t smoke, Don’t drink, don’t gamble unless you are middle class with stocks and shares, don’t love them until they repent…” 

That would all have been so easy. No, Jesus told Peter, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.”   

James warned about faith without works. It was dead, he wrote. At the beginning of Romans 12 Paul tells us that “in view of God’s mercy” we need to act.

Today, in Fitzroy, we prayed for our students going off to University, someone going off to intern with IJM in Washington DC and our new Youth Intern, Ruth, as she starts with us. All of them at a crossroads. For them all, "It marked a moment when the paths of life were not fixed, when the direction for how to be in the world was less than certain, when God seemed to be rerouting the future." 

For all of us, most of the time we are heading towards, in the middle of or heading away from crossroads. If we, like Peter, declare that Jesus is the Christ, then the response is always a decision to follow Jesus. A cross is about belief and response. I like that symbol.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE WITH A PIECE OF BREAD IN YOUR HAND

It is a moment that will go down as one of the most evocative moments of my entire ministry in Fitzroy. The response suggested such!

The issue of identity had been cropping up all week long. 

We got some photographs from Uganda of a new fence that two of Fitzroy’s fittest cyclists had fund raised for last year. It was a perimeter fence for the school we funded in 2015 in Onialeku on the edge of Arua in West Nile, Uganda. 

The photo of the entrance gate caught my soul. It was big bold, strong and will look majestic along the road that leads to Congo. I thought of our sponsor children walking through it on their way to school. I thought of how they might lift their heads and stick out their chest. I wondered how it would change their sense of themselves to walk through those gates. They cannot be nobodies, forgotten on the edge of the world, if they go to this school with this entrance! 

Then I was speaking to John McMullen, who we are delighted is speaking tonight in Fitzroy, about how a child psychologist deals with the post war trauma among the child soldiers of northern Uganda. John pointed out that identity plays a huge part. These children have an identity, then they are made into child soldiers and given another identity. How do you then switch your identity back if you come back home?

Finally, I happened to catch the last five minutes of a seventies television show Tales Of The Unexpected. A character in the programme was bullying everyone else and suggesting he was the serial killer on the loose in the area. He says at one stage, “You know who you are with a gun in your hand. You are a somebody.” A gun was the source of his identity. In the end he wasn’t the killer, the nerdy guy who picked him as hitch hiker was. Bang! Unexpected indeed!

As I shared this story, my mind raced. They say a footballer is as good as the speed of his brain when the ball comes to him. A preacher works on the speed of thought too… and we claim a little extra help from the Holy Spirit! I would not argue with the Holy Spirit scenario in this situation.

As I mentioned the gun in his hand, I walked across the front of the Church and picked up a piece of bread off the communion table…

“You know who you are with a piece of bread in your hand. You are a somebody.”

As I stood there holding the bread out and inviting my community to take it at Communion in a few minutes time I realised that this was quite an image. I sense the mood in the church, the tangible impact of this simple yet dramatic act. It was more powerful, I realised, than the rest of the sermon that took us through John chapters 13 to 17, as Jesus prepared his disciples for his death and everything after.

When Jesus set up the sacrament of the Lord’s Table at the Last Supper, referred to in chapter 13 of the chapters I mentioned, he was giving us a tangible identity former. As John McMullen works with the psychology of child soldiers to restore their identity so the bread and wine of Communion should rebuild, renew and refresh the identity of followers of Jesus in Fitzroy this morning. 

I hope it is an image that comes back to my congregation time and time again as they need reminded who they are. I finished with a story about Queen Elizabeth II getting lost as a child outside Balmoral Castle. Without the kind of media we have today, the lady who found her asked her who she was to help return her to her parents. “Oh I am a nobody,” said the young Elizabeth, “but my father is the King!”

With a piece of communion bread… we are not nobodies… but heirs of God and joint heirs with Jesus. 

FAMOUS LIKE A BUTTONHOLE - THE 10:10 LIFE

The tickets came this week for Fitzroy’s Uganda trip this summer and it immediately caught my eye. The second leg of our flight from Addis Ababa to Entebbe is at 10:10.

For those who know me, that is my number - twice! I am a 10:10 man. It is my birthday. It is John 10 verse 10 when Jesus says, “I have come that they might have life and have it to the full.” It is Fitzroy’s motto. It was this week’s Lectionary reading!

What I did with it this morning was to set it in the Biblical context. John 10 is Jesus discourse after the dialogue and sign of John 9. The fifth of Jesus eight signs of the Kingdom in John’s Gospel is Jesus giving sight to a man born blind. 

The chapter break again hinders us a little but we need to see John 10 as a continuation of that story. So… the question was was what does Jesus 10:10 life look like to the man born blind? It is a bit of a clash with the expectations of life in all its fulness in the 21st century.

You can only imagine todays advertising agencies with the 10:10 concept. Bungee jumps or motorbikes over 35 buses might express the spectacular of what we now see as life in its fulness. When Jesus interrupts the blind man’s life with grace, the shepherd gives him protection, provision and presence. It is not that spectacular. 

As I look out at my community and share these words of 10:10 I wonder if many of them are feeling that they cannot live this spectacular life. Yet, Jesus 10:10 is an ordinary fulness of who we are born and redeemed to be. One of the keys to unlock this whole two chapter filled passage is John 10:11, “The Good Shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”

So, in conclusion I read a poem that I had found this past week in Anne Lamott’s new book Hallelujah Anyway. Here’s the last part: -

…

The boot is famous to the earth,   

more famous than the dress shoe,   

which is famous only to floors.

 

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it   

and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.   

 

I want to be famous to shuffling men   

who smile while crossing streets,   

sticky children in grocery lines,   

famous as the one who smiled back.

 

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,   

or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,   

but because it never forgot what it could do.

 

The poem is by Naomi Shihab Nye and those last words are my longing for myself and my community this week. The shepherd laid down his life for a 10:10 life that is not so much spectacular as ordinary yet full! Like buttonholes we must not forget what we can do. 

The fulness of what God created us and Jesus redeemed us to do. Now that is 10:10!

DRY BONES DANCE - A Sermon In 7 Quotations

(this morning I preached on Ezekiel 37. The Scripture verses in bold are from that chapter…)

 

“The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley…”

 

“This is the third of four visions Ezekiel sees. The imagery is that of a large slain army that miraculously comes to life on the battlefield; an open grave suggests an undignified ‘buriel’. The imagery refers to the death like nature of exile but promises the impossible; out of death comes life. God again commands Ezekiel to do something and interrupts the vision. The exile hopelessness and detachment from the promises of God fuels this visions purpose.” 

-  NIV ZONDERVAN STUDY BIBLE 

 

Everybody's living in the brave new earth 

Prisoners of the small worlds that orbit in our skulls 

Native sons of a no-man's land 

Friends and lovers in the cold, cold ground

 

Every now and then I seem to dream these dreams 

Where the mute ones speak and the deaf ones sing 

Touching that miraculous circumstance 

Where the blind ones see and the dry bones dance

 - Mark Heard

 

“Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! 5 This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath[a] enter you, and you will come to life.

 

We need a breath of hope

In this dying place

In this valley of death

We need a kiss of grace

 

Will I be the dark

Will I be the death

Will I be the kiss

Will I be the breath?

 

9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’” 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army.

 

Angels paint in ordinary colours

Angels speak in ordinary words

We are drawn to their masterpieces

Their wisdom is beauty never heard

These may seem simple conversations

These may just be simple things

Just a thought to share in passing

Or some rhyme a singer sings

But an angel beyond coincidence

Lands not even a minute late

Not even a second early

Much more precise than fate

All these things we do are skeletons

Just bone that if given a chance

Could come to life and duck and weave

Move in some crazy raving dance

Dancing in my deepest soul

Waltzing through my heart and mind

To twirl and twist my life around

Mysterious ways of a grand design

Oh the extravagant detail 

Of the everyday things we do

May you dance for me

And may I dance for you.

 

THE DREAM SEQUENCE SERMON - Mallie, Foster, Paisley, MLK, U2... & JESUS

Last week I started my sermon with the drama sequence in journalist Eamonn Mallie’s wonderful article Grace. It had Arlene Foster pulling an ailing Martin McGuinness to her bosom and telling him it would be alright, that they would sort it out and she would step side to give them the time and space.

This week I started with another dream sequence. I imagined, that after Martin McGuinness stepped back from politics, Ian Paisley Jr would come on The View and not only wish McGuinness well in his health and retirement but go on to thank him for his contribution to our journey towards peace before saying that relationships might help in our reconciliation! 

Of course the second one was not a dream sequence but a reality! What a moment! Before we start getting cynical and investigating Paisley’s motives, let us sit in the positive contribution it has made to our current divisive political conversation. I will bask in its grace , its humanity and its hope even if it gets snuffed out far too quickly. Grace, humanity and hope are all words that Eamonn Mallie was seeking in his aforementioned article. Thank you Ian for giving an alternative voice.

My sermon was based in Matthew 4 and Isaiah 9. Those passages were declaring that a light was shining on those in darkness. I was also recognising it had been Martin Luther King Day and added a footnote to the sermon on the dreams of MLK. The sermon closed with U2’s meditative song MLK sung by Laura Campbell, Claire Nicholl and Ali McKeown. 

Before they sang, I asked the congregation to take a moment and ask that God would show us all what dream sequence we could walk into this week. What could we do to change the conversation, to change the direction of our lives and our country’s life as Jesus asked of us in Matthew 4, “Repent for the kingdom of God is at hand.” 

As in the same passage Jesus asks us to “follow me,” what dreams could we follow him into. What imaginative, creative, Kingdom like act can God lead us into this week… 

Sleep tonight

And may your dreams be realised…

… So let it be

 

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THE GUSHING WATER OF MURCHISON FALLS OR THE STAGNANT POOL OF OUR CULTURE

I had the privilege of speaking at the wedding of Ross and Jane McQueen at the end of 2016. These two are adventurers, full of energy, mischief and passion for faith. I needed an image and was immediately drawn to the place they had romantically got engaged - Murchison Falls, Uganda.

Murchison Falls is where the Nile River forces its way through a gap in the rocks, only 23 ft wide, and tumbles 141 ft, before flowing westward into Lake Albert.  11,000 ft³/s of water gushes through in the most beautiful and explosive way.

Around the Falls there is a National Park stretching out for miles and teeming with the most amazing wildlife you could ever dream. It was a very image to talk about Jane and Ross’s faith.

Stretching my image I spoke about the opposite of the Falls. I imagined a damned up lake of motionless water, stuck, stagnant and smelly. For me it was an image of meaninglessness life of nominal faith or no faith at all.

As I was preparing to use the imagine in a sermon in Fitzroy I caught this piece of an interview with the actor Andrew Garfield who features in Martin Scorsese's new film, Silence, about Catholic priests being persecuted in Japan in the 17th century. 

In an interviews Garfield says that he had never prayed until he was preparing and acting in Silence. His year praying led him to say the following: -  

"I realize that we’re praying all the time, it’s just we’re not conscious of what we’re praying to. We’re worshipping all the time, there’s that human impulse to worship and to exalt and to long for connection to the divine. 

We are unfortunately, in our culture, being driven and guided more often than not to worship things that are false and empty, like celebrity culture, like consumer goods, a new pair of shoes, popularity, being a success by what modern standards mean: a nice car, a beautiful spouse, two children and a picket fence. These are all lies that we’ve been sold.

"Given very easy access to worship, I found myself understanding that on a deeper way and it really scared the shit out of me and devastated me to be more awake to the mass brainwashing that our culture has been dragged into. We have to really seek out how to cut ties to it, we have to really do our own work to do that and help each other through that...

"...Anyway, I had a year of exploring, I suppose, this idea of worship, this idea of what it is that we are truly longing for and how do we actually go to the places that can feed us with that longing. It’s certainly not McDonald’s, it’s certainly not the consumer culture we’re in, it’s something invisible and mysterious. And we get glimpses of eternity every day, whether we’re looking up from our iPhones to notice.”

That is what I meant by stagnant. I needn’t have preached any longer but, of course, I did. Not long though and then I led us in and out of Communion with this one of my liturgical prayers: -

 

COME - The Welcome to Communion

 

Come in a world that is divided - for communion

Come  in a world that is broken - and break bread

Come in a world that is hungry - and nourish your souls

Come in a world that is lonely - and share together

Come in a world that is hurting - to the healing place 

Come in a world that is overachieving - to the loser

Come in a world that is alienated - to where a veil is torn in two

Come in a world that is at war - meet the Prince of Peace

Come in a world full of bad news - for a sacrament of Gospel 

Come in a world full of crosses - to the cross itself.

 

GO - The Sending From Communion

 

As the Father has sent me, I am sending you 

 

Go in to a world that is divided - with forgiveness

Go in to a world that is broken - with healing

Go in to a world that is hungry - with food

Go in to a world that is lonely - with presence

Go in to a world that is hurting - with empathy 

Go in to a world that is overachieving - with grace

Go in to a world that is alienated - with love

Go in to a world that is at war - with peace

Go in to a world full of bad news - with the Good News of the Gospel

Go in to a world full of crosses - with the hope and healing of resurrection

 

As the Father has sent me, I am sending you

Go… in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. AMEN.

MY SPEECH AT BALLYMENA ACADEMY PRIZE DAY 2016

So, this is what happens at a Prize Day. I’ve never been invited before! 43 years. At last!

And I do need to say… it is not an exaggeration to say... that this is one of the honours of my life.  My dad worked here for 27 years as Bursar. The school is important to our family. This is an absolute thrill. Thank you.

For most of my 8 years here, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I did want to be invited to Prize Day to speak. I thought that would suggest I had done something with my life.

I wanted to be invited as a member of N. Ireland’s World Cup squad… or Europe’s Ryder Cup team… or a songwriter, like my mate Iain who wrote Hold Back The Rover with James Bay (which the Junior choir sang today). But… here I am… a Presbyterian minister! Come on! This was not my dream gig!

Let me tell you about a seagull who wanted to live a life of thrills. In Richard Bach’s book Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Jonathan watched all the other gulls just eating and sleeping but he wants more. So he took off into the blue and soared and swooped aiming at speeds and thrills that no other gull had ever experienced. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull wanted to fly. When I was your age at Ballymena Academy, I wanted to fly.

Our logo in Fitzroy, where I am minister, is 10:10. It’s my birthday. I love seeing the youth walking round with my birthday on their sweatshirts! It’s also the mark you got to be here today! It’s also a verse in the ancient text of the Scriptures where Jesus said that he came to bring life and life in all its fulness. I wanted that. 10:10! 

Coming back here today has had me reminiscing at what happened to me here. And I realised the incredible number of things that are still impacting my life, nearly 40 years later. 

And I don’t mean here in the school. I mean here in this very Assembly Hall. 

I fell over… behind that curtain… with a huge pile of chairs in my hand when I was stage crew for the School Concert; avant garde percussion! 

On my last day at school… the second time… you can see why I didn’t get any prizes… I ran with buckets towards the edge of the stage. The First XV… not just any First XV but a Schools’ Cup winning First XV were all sat in the front two rows. As I ran towards them with this bucket they tried to scarper, their faces full of more terror than Bangor Grammar forwards gave them at Ravenhill. I laughed as, instead of the water soaking them as expected, paper like confetti floating harmlessly in the Assembly Hall air!

Those were fun memories. Other memories really did impact my life. I fell in love with The Beatles right over there. My very first School Christmas Party. I’d love to know who the UVI were who played Can’t Buy Me Love and Paperback Writer. BUT I have loved and been influenced greatly by The Beatles ever since. The last two t-shirts I got were Beatles t-shirts. It started over there, under those steps!

I then ended up being the UVI DJ myself. I had the best record collection in the school…sadly no prizes were given for that… but it did make me DJ for all the parties in my UVI and LVII years. 

This would lead to one of the most awful public moments of my life. It was the Prefects’ Party. We set up for the party and suddenly realised the that dancing down there was causing the needle jump off the records up here! 

No music… no dancing… not a happy upper end of the school… Back over here there was panic. We had to move the record player back up to the sound room up there. In the meantime, I was sent out to a baying crowd to explain. It was fierce. I felt isolated, humiliated and tried to make some joke and calm the hopeful dancers. 

The next morning I was a little embarrassed coming into class. Someone looked round and said, “Great work last night. If you could stand in front of that crowd, you’ll be able to stand in front of any crowd.” That was a huge moment in my vocational life. I have stood in front of all kinds of crowds since then. That moment was gain in the pain!

A much better moment was December 9th 1980. I know the date. It was the morning after John Lennon of The Beatles was shot dead. CU were allowed to Assembly and I spoke on the music of Bob Dylan and faith. A massive part of my vocation ever since has been travelling the world speaking about rock music and faith. I even wrote a best selling book on U2. It all began right here, where I am standing now!

Best of all that morning, the then headmaster Denis Jagoe walked off the stage with me. I had been nervous speaking to my peers and teachers. He encouraged me with kind words and then added, “and you didn’t insult their intelligence.” He believed many preachers speak down to their audience. Those words have rung in my ear for 35 years. In all the teaching I got in College about preaching. None surpassed that throw away phrase.

I am sharing how my years in this building might never have won me any school prizes but shaped me and honed me into finding out the vocation I would follow, the reason I was on the planet. My 10:10. 

I ended up a DJ on radio Ulster. I wrote books on rock music and faith. I became a preacher standing in front of many a difficult audiences. And I try to never insult the intelligence of my listeners. 

One of my favourite writers is Frederick Buechner, a novelist who doubles as a Presbyterian minister. He writes that vocation is where your deepest gladness meets the world’s deepest need. That is where you want to get to… University Yes… a degree, Masters and PhD yes… BUT more important than pieces of paper and even size of pay packets or the right post code Is living life and life in all its fulness. 10:10!

And can I add that I know many people who have the pieces of paper, the big job titles, the house in the right location and all that money can buy BUT are not living life in all its fulness; living where their deepest gladness meets the world’s deepest need. 

First to find your deepest gladness. What is it you are good at? What is it that you are made for? Usually this is something that you excel at and when you do it well you get a deep sense of satisfaction. This is your gift… your genius… your reason to live… finding this and going after it… that’s life in all its fulness! Maybe the prize you are getting today gives a clue to that. Maybe. 

When we find this we are not done. Practicing your deepest gladness is not life in all its fulness. Buechner suggests that it needs to meet the world’s deep needs.

So you could be the best graphic designer in the world… doing great work… but working for a company that oppresses its workers with unjust wages and working conditions might not be helping meet the world’s deepest need.

Let me take you to a school in Uganda that I have visited the last two summers. Our family sponsors two girls in this school; Jacqueline and Rachel. They have amazing smiles and are lovely kids. School was not as certain for them as for you. Their parents didn’t go and put their names down when the time came. They had to start their own school. Pay for their own teachers. Build their own classrooms. We in Fitzroy have helped them out by funding an amazing school building.

When we hope for Jacqueline and Rachel that they might be teachers, lawyers, doctors, nurses, traffic designers, business women etc etc it is not so much about Jacqueline and Rachel having jobs and wages. That is  important for them and their families but it is about more than their deep gladness. 

Uganda needs teachers, lawyers, doctors, nurses, traffic designers, business women. We want them to meet that deep need in their world.

Ballymena needs teachers, lawyers, doctors, nurses, traffic designers, business women. N. Ireland needs… the world needs…

When you find your deepest gladness and then give it to the community, the nation or the world, then you will receive something that will make you feel that this life is worth living. 

So congratulations on your achievements. You have shown application, hard work and intelligence in what you have won prizes in today. 

These prizes will give you a clue to what your made to do but make sure you make the most of your entire school life. I was a footballing playing rock fan and somehow found my way to The Debating Society one Friday afternoon. What was I thinking. Yet, over the next eight years, that debating society became the place that I put a public speech together. It was where I learned to debate. I use those skills every week, in the pulpit and as committee meetings.

So can I say thank you Ballymena Academy for helping me find my deepest gladness. Very few of my teachers are here. Very few of my fellow pupils. I was wondering as prize winners were announced are they children of my friends, doing the maths wondering could they be grandchildren!!! Or worried that I might have kissed one of their mothers! But I thank every member of my school community who made me who I am today.

And can I pray that you all find yours and that this world benefits from all that you contribute to it. Be like Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Fly. Live the life in all its fulness  Jesus came talked about - 10:10. May your deep gladness meet the world’s deepest need. If it does you will be blessed and we will all benefit from your contribution. 

Thank you! 

THE ART OF STOCKMAN'S SERMON PREPARATION

The way I prepare sermons is of an artistic nature. It can be frustrating and in the end fearful when you get further and further into Saturday and no form is coming to the art piece!

I often wish I was more scientific and structured. I imagine the preacher who takes three long sessions in his study and just brick by brick builds a sermon of deep exegesis and logic.

For a long time I used to think that I had to fit that model. It made my sermons dull and did my own head in!

Eventually I realised that I had an artistic bent that needed patience and the ability to get as close to edge of the cliff as I could. Like those fifties dares as depicted in James Dean’s Rebel Without a Cause where they raced cars to the cliff to see who would get closest before jumping out. Some Saturday evenings I am close to the edge! Indeed a few Sunday mornings!

My artistic practice is a reading of the text early in the week. My job from that point is to journey with that text. It is seeking prayerfully where that text meets the content of Fitzroy on Sunday morning. Where in these texts is there a explosion of insight that will pastor, encourage, inspire or maybe even correct us as individuals and as a community.

So, the week is spent in the text. The commentaries are read and surmised.  As I drive around or watch television, I am constantly turning it over, digging for something.

By Saturday I am hammering the dyke wall, bashing against it, seeking a little give. I have a lot of commentary down, a few quotes, maybe even a clue to where it is going but there is still no sermon worth preaching.

Eventually, but sometimes very late on a Saturday night or in the waking up moments of a Sunday morning, the wall gives and a gush of sermon insights, stories and structures pile through. I then try to capture them all in a little pool, type it up, print and preach.

Most Saturdays are spent in the zone. The reading is all done but the sermon might have no point or kick or structure. There might be a soccer match on TV and I am watching but hammering the wall. There have been times when a film my wife is watching on Saturday evening, while I am gazing at a laptop, gives the opening I need and suddenly the sermon is flowing through.

It is the artistic way. It is always scary. Most weeks I am not sure it will happen. It always does…. but what if this is the first week that it doesn’t! A while back I did a little thing for the Belfast Telegraph. It was 5 quick questions to the clergy. One of the questions was what would I ask God if I had just one question. My answer was, “why don’t you tell me what to preach earlier in the week!”

STOCKMAN'S SERMON ON THE IMPACT OF BREXIT

I remember the day Lady Diana died, having to put together my radio show to respond. The same the day after the Omagh Bomb. Those were hard emotional shows. I felt that same strain on Sunday morning as I had to preach a few days after the Uk voted to leave the EU. I would love to have ignored it BUT Fitzroy never ignores it. The preacher's role is to bring the Biblical text to the context of the times and I had to somehow make sense of the events still unfolding as I preached.

My own emotions could not be kept unchecked but I had to try as hard as I could to rein them in. I was speaking to a divided UK, a divided Northern Ireland, a divided Fitzroy, divided families and even people divided within themselves. In the state of shock and with so much sadness it was time to be pastoral as well as attempting to be prophetic.

I had in the 24 hours beforehand spoke to members of the congregation whose jobs were now not the line, teens whose study dreams were not in tatters, twenty somethings talking about moving to Canada, many concerned that the EU funding that had built our peace might be lost before that peace is finished. 

The context was somber. I asked that we were sensitive with one another. 

The Lectionary text was Luke 9: 51-62. The first part if perfect. Damning those who do things against you was not Jesus way! The second part is about the challenge, commission and warnings to three people keen to follow Jesus. Jesus was at a pivotal moment in his ministry. We are in a pivotal moment in our history. How to bring this text and our context together was a tricky one...

If you follow this link Fitzroy Sermons and then press on "2016 06 26 am: Discipleship… Hand to the Plough… No Distractions."