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A weekend full of invitations

Penwythnos llawn o gwahoddiadau

Annwyl ffrindiau/Dear Friends,

Please find as a downloadable link the final communications about next weekend’s various opportunities to invite our friends and neighbours to.

I am an unusual creature. I love mission and evangelism. I basically want to introduce everyone i know to Jesus Christ.

I hope you will get involved. I hope you will invite someone. I hope that together we can grow our church on Holy Island.

You will find the final brochure. Please do familiarise yourself with it. You will also find some a flyer for a number of the events, which i hope will make it easier to invite people.

Pob bendith/Every Blessing,

Kevin

a weekend full of invitations.final

A weekend of invitations on Holy Island

Penwythnos llawn o wahoddiadau ar Ynys Cybi

6 piece Welsh language rock band, Calfari are headlining a concert on Friday 6^th May at the ancient St Cybi’s Church in Holyhead as part of the Church in Wales on Holy Island’s Weekend of Invitations. Originating from Anglesey/Bethesda the band have recently taken their show as far as field as Cornwalls ‘Looe Music Festival’ supporting Jools Holland. The band will be appearing with Turnpike, Ash Garden and Daf Jones.

Amongst the other events taking place during the weekend will be a Conversation with Jill Saward on Saturday 7 May at St Gwenfaen’s, Rhoscolyn at 7pm. Jill will exploring the topic of forgiveness. In 1986, Jill was victim of a violent attack in Ealing Vicarage. Jill is a prominent campaigner highlighting the danger and effects of violence against women.

There will also be a Men’s Breakfast and Llan Llanast (Messy Church) in the ancient walls of the Roman fort in Holyhead involving amongst other things Chariot racing on Saturday 7 May.

The weekend will culminate with a visit of Bishop Andy John (Bangor) to St Ffraid’s, Trearddur at 10:30am and a Songs of Praise on Rhoscolyn Beach at 3pm on Sunday 8 May.

The Revd Dr Kevin Ellis, Vicar of Bro Cybi, comments, ‘the weekend is about allowing the community to see the church is alive, well and offering high quality events; and also Christians being that little bit more confident in inviting their friends and neighbours to join us’

Time flies when the proverbial is happening.

In many ways, I still have to pinch myself to remember that I am the Vicar of Bro Cybi (Holy Island) on Ynys Mon. It is not a position ever imagined that I would occupy when David, Lord Bishop of Gloucester ordained me deacon in the Church of God on 1 July 2001.

Indeed in September 2013, I am not sure I envisaged moving from one Anglican Province to another.

There are elements of life in my previous parish that I miss quite deeply, yet I am delighted nevertheless to be here.

I have delighted in learning a language. I am the foothills only of doing so. With a language comes a culture. I have learnt, or rather I am learning, to operate within a bilingual context.

(Welsh is more than just a language; a collection of sounds. Rather, it is intimately connected to the people and land. It is in essence, I think quite spiritual)

Of course, every Christian minister operates bilingually, or least we should do. In order to communicate anything we believe, we have to accept that we need to speak in a different language. This will be difficult at first, because we will need to learn to converse rather than to tell people things. Our speech will be hesitant rather than forthright; constantly checking that what we are saying that our pronunciations and intonations are correct. Learning a new language is vulnerable in the extreme, you move seamlessly from a world where you an articulate adult to one in where you are toddler grasping at particular words and phrases. Any form of evangelism that will be adequate today will need to grasp the reality of learning, conversation and humility.

My second year has been about vulnerability…. I think the third will be much of the same.

Offeiriad calon toredig yn torri bara am byd toredig. Broken hearted priest breaks bread for a broken world. This is the stuff of deep magic.

It was with some hesitancy that I took the service of Holy Communion on Sunday 14 February at St Cybi’s, Holyhead using the medium of the Welsh language. I am still out of sorts. I am guessing that this will be a state that will continue for some time.

That said, there was something about breaking bread out of my own brokenness and loss for me at least. It would be interesting to know from those who received whether it was different for them, indeed some of them would have been oblivious, and rightly so, to any pain that I might feel.

Maybe it was in that moment, I realised again that the Eucharist is a cosmic feast. It is one that unites heaven and earth. The ecumenical creed acknowledges that the church is made up of living and departed and our eucharistic prayer suggests that we are joining with the worship of angels or rather angels are peering in to what we are doing. I prefer it that way round. It is slightly more scriptural.

It is not that the invasion of heaven makes our problems disappear or even places them into perspective; rather when caught in the divine embrace, we realise that scars are welcomed. They are sign of strength and experience that are never to be airbrushed away.

Yr ydym yn torri’r bara hwn i rannu yng Nghorff Crist

We break this bread to share in the body of Christ.

Perhaps we come closer to sharing in the sorrows of others too.

In the last of the original Indiana Jones trilogy, the one with Sean Connery in it, Harrison Ford’s Indiana had to overcome a number of tests towards the end of the film to get to the site of the holy grail.

The first I seem to remember involves penitence. You will have to bear with me, I am tempted to watch the film just to check. Yes, Indiana remembers just in time to prostrate himself before he is decapitated.

It made for a good movie, but perhaps it misses the point of penitence. There have been times that I have laid prostrate before God, even quite recently, and no doubt will do so again. It can be quite a cathartic experience.

That said, penitence is about embracing forgiveness as well as sorrow and reconciliation. Reconciliation and forgiveness can easily be done on the ground.

Slowly, cautiously, humbly, the penitent must stand and feel the caress of the divine upon their cheeks, and then begin to walk again.

water and sand do go together sometimes

Hiraeth is an almost untranslatable Welsh word. It means something like a longing, aching or a homesickness for something that cannot be reached or is lost.

It is a week since I stood in Grenoside Crematorium in Sheffield and officiated at the funeral of Joyce Christine Ellis, my mum.

I have so many conflicting and conflicted emotions. I have been back to Sheffield over the last four weeks perhaps more often than in a while. I trust I will go back much to see my brother and sister in the years that lie ahead.

However, what has struck me over this time is that when I arrive in the steel city, I am not back in the place where I thought I was going to. Much has changed in the 30 years since I left. People have moved on. People have died. The landscape of the estate on which I grew up and was formed has changed. In many ways the place in which I grew up is no longer my home. It has changed, and, for better or for worse, so have I. At present there is therefore a rootlessness for me. I cannot pretend otherwise.

Hiraeth is though, according to a friend, not just to be placed in the past tense. It can continue to be a lived experience. Maybe the Jewish community experience something like this when celebrating Passover, and Christians in the East do when sharing in the Lord’s Supper (Eucharist, Mass, Divine Liturgy, Cosmic Feast). In the West, time is too linear, there is no place for past, present and future to intermingle, or as J K Rowling might put it to think “Diagon Alley”.

Lent, it seems to me, is a place where rootlessness abounds. It cultivates wandering of the spirit. This wandering allows what is rootless to become rooted in the moment. It does not deny hiraeth, an aching and a longing to be different as Martyn Joseph once put it, but also acknowledges with Bono that we still have not found what we are looking for.

Happy wanderings during Lent…

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Dw i’n hoffi Nadolig. Ond mae’n well gen i Adfent

Mae Adfent yn aros amser

Mae’n rhan o stori Nadolig

Dan ni’n yn paratoi ar gyfer llawer o bethau yn ystod yr Adfent.

Dan ni’n ymweld a theulu

Dan ni’n prynu anrhegion

Dan ni’n prynu bywd hefyd – lotto bwyd

Dan ni’n canu carolau am Mair, Joseff, angylion, breninhoedd a’r bugeiliad.

Dan i’n cofio canu i’r baban Iesu hefyd

Mae’r teulu sanctaidd  yn paratoi hefyd

– at fynd i Bethlehem
– i roi genedigaeth

Dan ni yn cofio hyn

Mae’r Nadolig cyntaf yn ddiddorol

Angylion

Breninhoedd

Bugeiliad

Mae’r teulu santaidd  yn  dianc i Egypt

Heddiw, dan ni’n cofio am y teulion dianc hefyd

(This was my thought for Christmas, first one ever on Radio – and in Welsh with Rhys Mwyn, 7. 12. 2015. I am feeling very pleased)

I had a wonderful day. I have not been on a political rally since opposing the first Gulf War. I am sure there are photos of me with a SWP placard somewhere.

There were a mixture of people. Politicos (Labour/Llafur, Plaid, Greens, a Lib Dem), Anti Fascists, People against Racism, Welsh speakers, English speakers, Church, Chapel, Humanists, Trade Unionists, Young, Old, Middle Aged, Rich, Poor, as well as canines too. There was a party atmosphere. One of the speakers, Kenny Kahn, provided refreshments.

We were there with a coherent message: croeso cynnes i bawb!

And somewhere deep within, I am beginning to ask…. why isn’t the Church more like this? I wonder if I am afraid that I already know the answer