Happy Easter!  The Lord is risen!

We have major building works in Sheffield Cathedral at the moment.  The Cathedral remains open for daily and normal Sunday worship but we don’t have the space for larger services.  So this morning we moved across the road to the Cutlers Hall, the home of the Cutlers Company in Sheffield, for the Easter Eucharist.

It was a great occasion with Easter joy, full choirs and orchestra and our traditional Hallelujah chorus at the end.  This is my sermon from the service.

The Risen Christ and the City of Steel A sermon for Easter Day in the Cutler’s Hall 31st March, 2013 Acts 10.34-43 and John 20.1-18

Alleluia. Christ is Risen!  He is risen indeed.  Alleluia!

Some words from our reading from the Book of Acts.  Hear the good news.

“They put [Jesus] to death by hanging him on a tree but God raised him on the third day and allowed him to appear, not to all the people but to us who were chosen by God as witnesses and who ate and drank with him after he rose from the dead”.

The resurrection of Jesus from the dead is a real, historical, actual event which changes everything.

We share together today in a unique event in the long story of Sheffield Cathedral and the Cutlers Company.  We have been neighbours and friends for hundreds of years.  But this is the first time the Cathedral’s main Easter Eucharist has taken place inside the Cutlers Hall.  It is good to be here and warm thanks to the Cutlers Company and to the Master Cutler for their welcome.

Our visit today falls in a very significant year for the Cutlers Company.  One hundred years ago, a Sheffield man named Harry Brearley played a leading role in the development of what was at first called rustless steel and then, eventually, stainless steel.

Brearley’s invention was one of three great developments in the story of steel in this city which have shaped Sheffield in the modern era.  In 1740 Benjamin Huntsman invented a way of making steel in a crucible.  In 1856 Henry Bessemer developed something called a Bessemer converter, further refining the process.  You can still see one at Kelham Island.

If you look back at the history of the city,  you can see how these real events in history and all that flowed from them shaped its life.  It’s the same with the resurrection of Jesus.  300 years ago, Sheffield was a settlement of just 7,000 people.  Imagine that.  Little more than a village with a parish church at its heart.  Then the crucible was developed.

200 years ago the population was 60,000, a small town with a parish church still at its heart.  Then along came the Bessemer converter.  100 years ago, the population of the city stood at half a million.  Harry Brearley invented stainless steel.  The parish church became a cathedral. The Sheffield cutlery industry slowly began to use the new material.  Items made in Sheffield travelled all around the world. The city was on its way to becoming the third largest metropolitan authority in England, which is what we are today.  Steel and manufacturing are the backbone of its life.

It’s no wonder that the city is taking a year to celebrate 100 years since the invention of stainless steel.  It’s a wonderful story of knowledge and innovation combining to produce growth and prosperity.  It’s a story of determination and courage against opposition.  Harry Brearley was mocked when he first suggested this new metal could be used for cutlery.  It’s a story of real, actual events in history shaping and changing the world.

So I take my mitre off to the Cutlers Company this morning and to the steel industry in this city and join the celebrations.  My bishop’s ring is a simple band of stainless steel: a reminder of the importance of this industry to this city and region.  A reminder as well of one of the qualities a bishop sometimes needs.

We are right to celebrate and look back and wonder.  But here’s the thing.  How much more wonderful, how much more wonderful, is the story, the event, the life we mark and celebrate today in this service and in hundreds like it in churches all across this region and all across the world.

Does it not make you tremble?  It was an event in history, a concrete event in history, described just like the day Harry Brearley mixed chrome and carbon with steel.  The accounts we have are from eye witnesses.  They were written down within a very short time.   They put Jesus to death by hanging him on a tree on Friday.  On the Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, there was a day of rest.  On the third day, on the Sunday, God raised him from the dead.

Peter says this: “God raised him on the third day and allowed him to appear not to all the people but to us who were chosen as witnesses and who ate and drank with him after he rose from the dead”.

His tomb was empty.  The authorities could not produce his body when they wanted to deny the resurrection. His disciples were transformed by the event from frightened men and women who ran away to people who would suffer and die to bear witness to this historical truth.  This good news of the resurrection spread across the ancient world like a flame through dry straw.  This was not hallucination or conspiracy or pious imagination or wishful thinking. This was a real, concrete, historical, physical resurrection and from it the church was born.

A few weeks after the resurrection, there were just 120 people gathered together in the upper room on the day of Pentecost.  Humanly speaking they had very few resources: no buildings, no finance, no organization, not much education between them – something the church today needs to remember.   It’s an historical fact that a generation later there were communities of Christians in every major city of the Roman empire and beyond.  This was such life changing, world transforming good news it spread from town to town carried by volunteers.  It is a matter of historical fact that the early Christians were all devout Jews. Yet these devout Jews changed their day of worship from Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, to Sunday, the day of Jesus’ resurrection.  This was the event in time which changed everything.

The good news of the resurrection of Jesus spread rapidly from Jews to Gentiles.  It spread to India, to Africa, to every part of the known world.  The growth of the Christian church was remarkable.  Less than three hundred years after the resurrection of Jesus, Christianity had become the official religion of the Roman Empire, overturning the old faiths.  More than half the world’s population was Christian.

Last October it was my privilege to be in another upper room in Rome with 400 bishops and cardinals of the Roman Catholic church and their ecumenical guests. There were representatives there from every region on earth all part of this one, holy, catholic and apostolic church drawn from every nation and all witnessing to this single deep and world changing truth that on the third day God raised Jesus from the dead.

Ten days ago I was in Canterbury Cathedral for the enthronement of our new archbishop with the Archbishops of the Anglican Communion drawn from every part of the globe, all professing together that Jesus Christ is risen, living, active in the world today and his death and resurrection affect every human life for good.

There have been many inventions in the history of human knowledge.  But there has only been one resurrection.  That is what makes our faith unique.  Jesus ministry was remarkable: his teaching and his healing and his love for others show us what God is like.  Jesus death was remarkable.  He goes willingly, knowing that he is to die, placing himself in the hands of those who will crucify him.  As we will declare again in this service, in his words at the Last Supper Jesus knows and understands the significance of his own death:

“This is my body which is given for you…..This is my blood of the new covenant which is shed for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins”.

The words of a man who is about to lay down his life for his friends.  But if his life and ministry are extraordinary, his resurrection is unique.  “God raised him on the third day”.  Jesus lives. Everything changes. Christians believe that we can know Jesus Christ today in our daily lives.  We believe that because Jesus died and rose again, we can begin our lives again with God and that eternal life is offered to everyone.

Today we look out on our city, on our region and on our world.  We all see the need for economic renewal and regeneration – the kind of renewal which came through Harry Brearley, through Huntsman, through Bessamer and all the others who have contributed to this city.  We see the need for the fusion of science and industry and education and manufacturing skill and entrepreneurial genius. All of those talents are God given and we have them in abundance in this city.  We need to grow our economy from within as we have done in the past. There are more great inventions yet to come from this region.

But as we look out on our city and our region and our world we must also, surely see the need for a still deeper spiritual renewal and regeneration: a need to forgive and to be forgiven; a need to find wholeness and healing and peace; a need for pride in ourselves to give way to humility before our creator and wonder at the beauty of the world; a need to turn away from the greed which drives us and shapes our institutions; a need for honesty, for justice, for love of neighbor; a need for the renewal of communities and relationships and families; a need for peace; a need for faith; a need for the worship of money to give way to the worship of God.

That deeper spiritual renewal cannot come from human effort or invention.  It cannot come from what is physical.  It comes only from a turning back to our creator and maker, to the living God, through Jesus Christ his Son.  It comes from the gospel we celebrate today: “that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures; and that he was buried; and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures” (1 Corinthians 15.3-4).

According to a survey released this week, four out of five adults in Britain believe in the power of prayer.  There is a deep longing for spiritual renewal.  But many of those who pray do not seem to know the living God whom they are seeking.

Christ is risen.  His resurrection was a real event, a unique event.  We look back and we see how this one day changed history.  We look around the world we see how this one event goes on changing lives in every place and culture.  We look within and around us and we see the need for new life still.

We come with Mary in the garden.  We come to meet our risen Lord in fellowship together, in the scriptures, in the sacrament. We come to have our faith rekindled this Easter morning.  For you and I and for the world, everything changes.  Amen

I was at St. Saviour’s Church, High Green in Sheffield this morning.  Alan Greaves, the organist and Reader at St. Saviour’s was attacked on Christmas Eve just a few hundred yards from the church as he walked to church to play the organ at the Midnight service.  He died on Thursday from his very severe injuries and a murder investigation is under way.

Today was the first time the congregation had come together since Alan’s death.  Many people from the wider community were present together with Alan’s immediate family.  Maureen, Alan’s wife, is a Church Army Evangelist and she spoke very movingly in the service about her grief and pain, about the support she has received and about the faith she and Alan shared.

I often feel inadequate before, during and after a sermon and sometimes all three – as this morning.  Who is sufficient to speak on this kind of occasion?  The words I did speak are below and there is an audio on the church website:

There will be a download of the audio of the sermon later today here: http://stsaviours.info

It’s been a week to appreciate the ministry of church organists and Readers.  St. Saviour’s have received many messages of support from people like Alan across the country.  It’s also been a week to appreciate the remarkable ministry of many parish clergy in times of tragedy and grief in a community.  Canon Simon Bessant, Vicar of St. Saviours, has worked tirelessly this week supporting Maureen and her family and many others in the community.

Thanks to all those who have prayed today for Alan’s family and for St. Saviour’s.  Please keep praying!

A tragic death A sermon in St. Saviour’s, High Green 30th December, 2012 Colossians 3.12-17; Luke 2.41-end

It’s very good to be with you this morning as some of Alan’s immediate family gather together with the church family here, with the wider community of High Green, with the wider community of Church Army.

There is a sense of shock and a sense of outrage not just in this community but across the whole city of Sheffield.  Alan was the victim of a brutal attack as he was on his way to church on Christmas Eve, as he was walking to this church to bear witness to his deep Christian faith. There will be immense grief for those who knew Alan well, which includes many in this church and community.  There will be fear that such a thing could happen, apparently to anyone.  There will be anger and all kinds of questions and real pain in our hearts today.

There will also be more positive feelings.  First of all love and support for Maureen and Alan’s immediate family. There has been an outpouring of prayer and support I know from neighbours and friends.  People far and wide have sent messages of support to the Church here including other church organists and Readers.  That support will continue and will need to continue into the coming years as Maureen and the family struggle to come to terms with what has happened.

There will be immense appreciation, I know, for the work of the medical teams who tried to save Alan’s life both in the ambulance and in the hospitals.  There will be appreciation for the police for the way they have pursued their investigation and for those who have come forward with information.  Police are still appealing for witnesses to come forward with any information.  Maureen has said very clearly and powerfully that she longs for justice not for vengeance, again bearing witness to her own deep faith in the midst of the sharpest agony of her life.

There will be appreciation for the care offered by the community and church here and particularly if I may say so for the care offered by your vicar, Canon Simon Bessant.

And in the midst of all of this, I am sure, many will be giving thanks for Alan himself, for all he showed us of God’s grace and love.  There will be occasions in the future for many generous tributes to be given.  Simon has referred to Alan this week quite simply as a good man, a gentle giant. Goodness is not as common as it should be and this community and this city have lost a shining light.

And so we come together in this service this morning.  We offer all of these emotions to Almighty God and his gentle love as we lift up our hearts: our grief, our pain and shock, our anger, our questions, our fears on the one hand; our love and prayers and appreciation on the other.

It is somehow harder when any tragedy strikes at Christmas time.  But perhaps we need to read the Christmas story in a different way this year.

Christ was born to save a world which needed saving: a world in which hatred and evil and violence are real.  In Alan’s murder, that violence and hate and evil and waste come all too close to us and steal away someone who was loved and respected and who made a difference.

Three days after Christmas, the Church remembers the darkest part of the Christmas story.  We remember the death of the Holy Innocents.  The story is told in the gospel of Matthew of how the wise men came looking for Jesus in Jerusalem.

King Herod sends them on their way to Bethlehem but asks them to return when they have found the child.  The wise men bring their gifts to Jesus but they return home by a different route.  Jesus himself is taken away from Bethlehem into Egypt.  But Herod is infuriated.  In his fury he sends and murders all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under.  An evil act.

For understandable reasons, we don’t tell each other this the darkest part of the Christmas story very often.  But it is the part which shows that Christ was born to save a world in which hate and evil and violence are all too real.  It is the part which shows that the most terrible crimes come not from the actions of God but from the actions of wicked men and women.  It is a part which shows us the reality of evil and the suffering of the innocent in the world of Jesus day just as in our own day. We live in a world which needs saving.

The name Jesus means God saves.  Jesus in his death on the cross won a great victory over evil.  But that victory is not yet complete.

On Christmas Eve that same violence, evil and murder visited this community in the attack on Alan Greaves as he was on his way to Church.  We should feel angry about that.  We should be reminded that this world needs saving and needs a Saviour. We should be recalled and strengthened and deepened in the faith which Alan was living out in his daily life and in the final steps he took.

There is immense sadness and grief and shock in our hearts today.  There will be an immense reservoir of love and care for Alan’s family and those most affected by this tragedy.

But I hope and pray that even in the midst of such a senseless attack and such a bitter loss, our Christian faith will be deepened and strengthened and will become more real to us.  I hope and pray that Alan’s example to this community will be stronger even in his death than it was in his life and that he will inspire many people to be involved in serving Christ and in serving others in and through this local church.

In this time of crisis hold fast to one another.  Hold fast to the faith you have been given.  Turn your anger into action, your grief into giving and your tears into service.

Let me end with verses from our first bible reading which seem so appropriate for Alan who was a genuine servant of Christ, a Reader who preached in this church and an organist who loved to help God’s people sing his praises:

“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly: teach and admonish one another in all wisdom and with gratitude in your hearts sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs to God.  And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him” (Colossians 3.16-17)

Happy Christmas everyone.  This is my Christmas sermon from 2012, from the Midnight Eucharist at Sheffield Cathedral.

Christmas Sermon 2012 24th December, 2012 in Sheffield Cathedral Isaiah 9.2-7 and Luke 2.1-14

Some powerful words from our Old Testament reading and the ancient prophecy of Isaiah:

“For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace”

One of the most memorable news stories of 2012 was the story of the unclaimed Euromillions jackpot.  Sometime back in June in the Stevenage area, someone bought a lottery ticket.  The numbers on the ticket came up. The holder was entitled to claim a staggering £63 million in prize money.  Think of it. But no claim was made.  Despite an extensive search, the ticket was never found.

It’s no use checking your pockets.  The deadline was 4th December.  Somewhere for six months there was a ticket in the back of someone’s wallet or down the side of the sofa or behind a fridge magnet which could have brought unimaginable wealth.  Perhaps one day, someone will find it and ponder what could have been.  Hold that thought for a moment.

What is that brings us together this evening in this ancient and holy place? What is it that draws people all over our land to churches at Christmas time? We are drawn, I hope, by more than the beautiful music, by more than a place of prayer, by more than the love of family and friends.

We are drawn by a longing for something, an ache, an emptiness, a void, a restlessness, a sense that life is incomplete.  It’s there all the time in different ways.  Often the noise around us drowns it out.  Sometimes when life is going well we forget it’s there for months on end.  Then suddenly it’s back again: like a voice calling from the distance, a thirst deep within us, a sense that we are incomplete.

In times of happiness, that joy we feel has nowhere to go.  In times of sadness, it’s a longing for comfort beyond ourselves. In times of confusion the ache becomes a cry for guidance.  In moments of darkness, a sense the light is there, if only we could see it.  In times when we do wrong it’s a sense of guilt and regret.  In the times when we are crushed it’s a desperate cry for help, a longing for someone to be listening.

Sometimes it feels like a distant memory of childhood.  Sometimes it’s an echo from a far away future.  Sometimes it’s a cry in the midst of the pain of the world. Sometimes it’s a glimpse of peace amidst turmoil and misery.  Sometimes it’s a gentle whisper in the silence of the night.  Sometimes a dis-ease for which we can find no cure.  Sometimes it’s a longing for someone or something we cannot name, something precious but just out of reach.

All down the ages men and women like us have felt this longing, this restlessness, this emptiness whenever we have tried to live without God.  However deeply we try to bury it, however much we hide from it, however difficult it is to face it, the sense remains that there must be more to life than there seems to be.  We know we are called to something deeper, more real, more meaningful than this world seems to offer.  We long in our hearts for more.

God is calling us all down the long years.  Christians recognize this inner voice, these questions, this restlessness as the voice of God calling out to each person in creation, to every one of us.  You were made with a purpose and a high calling, each of you, to know your creator and to live in friendship with God.

It is part of the great mystery of life that our friendship with God has been fractured by the evil which is in the world.  But even that broken friendship leaves its traces in that sense we have that life is incomplete, unfinished, hollow, unless we find the meaning.  From time to time we listen and know and understand that God is reaching out to us, longing to draw us home.

The story of Christmas can only be understood as a rescue mission.  Humanity is lost.  By ourselves we cannot find our way back to God.  So God sends to us his Son, born of a virgin, a child in a manger, to help us find our way.

Many people who celebrate this Christmas with turkey and tinsel will be like the owner of the lost lottery ticket.  They will simply not understand what they have been given.  They will not claim the treasure which could be theirs, the treasure which is worth more than they can ask or imagine.

So pause for a moment this Christmas and ponder again the wonder of the scene we know from cards and nativities all the world over.  See the stable, rough and ready, feel the straw under your feet and the chill night air.  Hear the animals, imagine the farmyard smells.  See Mary, a young girl, full of holy wonder.  See Joseph, kneeling by the crib.  See the fearful shepherds crowding in the stable door.

And in your minds eye see the child, wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a manger.  See this child who is called by the prophecy so long ago wonderful counselor: the one in whom the wisdom of the ages rests.  See this child who is called Mighty God: the Lord of heaven and earth born as an infant, taking flesh becoming human.  See this child who is called in the prophecy, Everlasting Father: the one through whom the stars were made becomes a boy in a stable.  See this child, born in the midst of conflict, who is named the in prophecy Prince of Peace.

Come and see Jesus.  His name means God Saves and this Jesus has come to save us and all the world from our sins and draw us back to God.  According to Isaiah, his coming brings light.  The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light.  His coming brings joy.  “You have multiplied the nation, you have increased its joy”. According to Isaiah his coming brings freedom and peace and order and justice and righteousness such as the world has never known.

Remember as you look, this is the child who will grow into the wisest teacher, the most compassionate friend, the mightiest healer the world has ever known.  This is the child who when he grows will feed the hungry, calm the storm, drive out the demons and raise the dead – mighty works and signs of a greater reality.  This is the child who when he grows will call men and women to follow him and become a new community which will spread over all the earth.  This is the child who will grow into the man of sorrows, who for the love he bears us, will go to his painful death on the cross for our sins, who will again be wrapped by his mother in strips of cloth, and who three days later will rise again, the conquerer of death itself.

Don’t hurry from the stable.  Stay a while. Kneel with the shepherds and ponder. If God really came to earth as a tiny child, then that one truth changes everything.  It changes the way you see God.  For God is not distant waiting for you to come to him.  God is present longing for you to receive his gift.

It changes the way we see ourselves.  You are not just a number, a statistic, a grain of sand on the seashore.  You are infinitely precious to your creator.  You are meant to be here.  You are chosen and called and saved. Your life has meaning beyond itself.

It changes the way we see the world.  For every child is precious to God, loved, cherished.  God’s love does not change as we grow older.  God’s love is not affected by race or the place where we are born or the human family we are born into.  No-one is just a number.  Each is a person, unique, created in God’s image, loved and able to be redeemed.

Our world is meant to be different.  It is meant to be a place of peace not war, of fairness not inequality, of health not disease, of love not hate, of honouring one another, not exploitation, of truth not lies.

“For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace”

Listen again at Christmas time to the voice of God calling to you down the ages and calling you home.  Come and kneel on the floor of the stable with the shepherds.  Receive the most precious gift of all this Christmas time: the gift of Jesus, the gift of life.