Month: September 2024

This week I will be travelling to Cambridge, to conduct the funeral of Ian, my former head of department; a man who I first met 40 years ago when he taught me as an undergraduate. I am doing the service because Ian has been tremendously influential; he was one of the people who showed me how to behave as a scientist. 

Role models are very important to all of us, in the way they influence us, hopefully for the good. However, it is not just those we have known for a lifetime that can be influential; apparently trivial acts can also be important. This morning, I was delivering leaflets advertising services at Billingsley and Glazeley for the coming month. I stopped at one house, exchange a brief greeting with the owner and then got back into my car to drive on. However, he came running after me and stopped me. In his hand was a £20 note, which I had dropped after my last visit a month ago; I hadn’t noticed until he reminded me. I spent the rest of the day pondering this small act of kindness. Just as Ian has influenced me over 40 years, this also has reminded me of how I should behave in my dealings with others. Small acts can make a difference.

Rev David Poyner

Vicars tend to see a lot of death; it is not too much of an exaggeration to say that we bury people for a living. And if you ply us with enough alcohol, we will usually admit we have only a limited number of funeral sermons; we (hopefully) personalise them, but the theme is usually drawn from the same small pool. However, a couple of weeks ago I read an obituary of the former Bishop of Birmingham, Mark Santer. He requested a quotation from St Augustine on death that I had not previously come across. I will now be adding it to my themes for funeral sermons.

“There we shall rest and we shall see; we shall see and we shall love; we shall love and we shall praise. That is what shall be in the end without end. For what is our end but to arrive at the kingdom which has no end?”

Rev David Poyner

This weekend sees the Ride and Stride, the main fund-raising event for the Shropshire Historic Churches Trust, that provides grants for the repair of the old churches and chapels within the county; we get no money for this from the state or the diocese. Some see our old churches as a barrier to mission; we spend energy preserving stone and mortar that would be better spent proclaiming the Gospel. I disagree; we underestimate the power of God to work through a sacred space to our peril, to our folly. This is an extract from the poem “Little Gidding” by T.S. Elliot, as he reacts to the ancient church and shrine at Little Gidding in Cambridgeshire, a place hallowed by devotion.

If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying.
And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Here, the intersection of the timeless moment
Is England and nowhere. Never and always.

Rev David Poyner

Some may know of the magazine, “The Big Issue”. It was launched over 25 years ago as a way of helping the homeless. The people who sell the magazine are usually homeless, or at least living in hostels. They buy the magazine for £2 and sell it for £4, so this gives them a small income. They effectively have their own income. I pass through Snow Hill Station on my way to work, where there is often a vendor. If I have time, I will usually buy a magazine and over the years I’ve come to know some of the vendors. Earlier this week, I had a few minutes to chat to the current vendor. He was telling me of his experiences. His best customers were often the ones who seemed to have the lowest paid jobs; the more affluent tended just to walk past him. He said this had also been his experience when living rough; the street-dwellers usually looked after each other and some were very generous with what little money they had.

I have no idea if the vendor has any religious faith, but his story struck a cord with me. Two thousand years ago, Jesus, visiting the temple, observed people donating money for its upkeep. The rich apparently gave large amounts, but in reality it was just small change for them. A poor widow gave a single coin, but that was all she had. Jesus’s words still seem to apply: “I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the other contributors to the treasury. For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had, her whole livelihood”

Rev David Poyner