The Rite of Election

On the First Sunday of Lent several hundred people gathered in Arundel’s beautiful Cathedral of Our Lady and St Philip Howard to participate in and witness a key stage of the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults (RCIA).

Watched by their godparents, sponsors, catechists, priests and families, the Candidates (who were validly baptized in other Christian denominations) and the Catechumens (who were never baptized) publicly attested to their desire to join the Catholic Church. This RCIA Rite of Election and Enrolment of Names was presided over by Archbishop Peter Smith, Archbishop of Southwark.

A total of 143 individuals from A&B Diocese shared their intention to become Catholics, while, on the same day, it is estimated that more than 3,000 people nationally made the same declaration as part of their journey to joining the Catholic Church at Easter.

In his homily the Archbishop spoke of this day as a special window of opportunity for the participants, a chance to allow Jesus to mold them in his likeness. The Holy Spirit guides – often in hidden ways – and gives the gift of faith. He reminded them of Pope Francis’ request to shun indifference and deepen their personal encounters with Christ this Lent. In conclusion, he spoke of his desire that the day be one of great joy and strength for the candidates; while there will be challenges, he concluded by asking them to hold firm to the words of Jesus: ‘Courage, do not be afraid for I am always with you until the end of time.’  

Following the testimony of the godparents and sponsors that their catechumens and candidates were properly prepared, the Archbishop greeted each candidate personally, together with their supporters.

It was fitting that the Rite of Election took place in Arundel Cathedral, which is dedicated to St Philip Howard and holds his relics. In his youth St Philip was a bit of a playboy and indifferent to religion until the prayers of his saintly wife and the preaching of St Edmund Campion converted him. Some of the candidates shared their journeys and stories of conversion; as the Archbishop observed, the Holy Spirit guides, often in hidden ways.

The Consecrated Life – Worth Celebrating!

Earlier this week, on Monday, I made my way to Worth Abbey, founded just over 80 years ago by a community of monks who follow the Rule of St. Benedict, written more than 1,500 years ago. The brothers live a community life of prayer and service, running a school, a parish and a retreat house, as well as a variety of other activities including working with young people, refugees and the poor of Peru.

The Abbey is in my backyard, just over 20 miles away from where I live, and I had been there a couple of times before, to worship in the Abbey Church, which is one of the finest examples of 1960s church architecture – and is also the largest church in Sussex with a seating capacity of 900. It offers Mass and monastic prayer daily (for details, see www.worthabbey.net/ml/ch-liturgy.htm).

Pope Francis has dedicated this liturgical year as the Year for Consecrated Life and Monday 2^nd February 2015 was the 18^th World Day for Consecrated. That very special day was marked with a solemn Mass at Worth Abbey attended by around 200 religious from Arundel & Brighton Diocese, including the Benedictine monks from the Abbey, and representing 30 separate Orders, Institutes and Congregations. It was celebrated by Archbishop Peter Smith, Archbishop of Southwark, with Abbot Dom Luke and the community of Worth Abbey.

Archbishop Peter Smith

(On a personal note, as I was there on business, I had my cameras with me. I try not to use flash in churches but the Abbey was quite a challenge. Around the walls, particularly near the entrance, it was dark and shadowy. The church is circular in shape with a high vaulted ceiling immediately above the Sanctuary. In the centre of the ceiling is a raised circular lantern with windows around all the sides – which lets in a perfect blaze of pure white light. It is this contrast between the shadowy edges and the brightly lit centre of the church that makes calculating exposure rather tricky! See below!)

 

In his homily Archbishop Peter spoke of how the ministry and witness of women and men Religious has enriched the life of A&B Diocese and been a great witness to the Gospel and an encouragement to both clergy and laity. He offered his thanksgiving and deep gratitude for the work of the Religious and paid special tribute to older Religious. He also spoke of his encouragement at the new religious communities coming from abroad, especially from Africa and Asia.

Pope Francis, in his recent Apostolic Letter ‘To All Consecrated People’ spoke of the ‘gift which is the presence of our many consecrated men and women.’ and went on to say that the Year for Consecrated Life is not solely for religious, it also includes the laity ‘who share with them the same ideals, spirit and mission.’ As might be expected, he had some specific suggestions for us: ‘...draw close to these men and women, to rejoice with them, to share their difficulties and to assist them, to whatever degree possible, in their ministries and works, for the latter are, in the end, those of the entire Church. Let them know the affection and the warmth which the entire Christian people feel for them.’

...So, there’s a fine idea. How about using 2015 to find out more about the priests and brothers, the nuns and sisters who live near you? Maybe even meet some of them, worship with them and find out more about their lives?  

Moi Aussi!

 Moi aussi. Je ne suis pas Charlie.

The massacre of staff and policemen at the Charlie Hebdo office was horrendous, savage and evil in the extreme. It had the hallmarks of the fanatical barbarity that has marked the advance of the Islamic Front and Al-qaeda over recent years.

The counterpoint mass demonstrations were a powerful message of revulsion and unity in the face of recent events in Paris. Of much concern was the chilling realisation that innocent Jewish people are once again in the firing line for no reason other than their ethnicity and faith.

I would be happy to join any demonstration against the toxic fanaticism of those that kill in the name of defending faith. But, I could not join a demonstration in support of freedom of the press where that freedom is identified with the right to publish blasphemy against religion, which was the case with Charlie Hebdo, as Fr Ray Blake’s recent post ((http://marymagdalen.blogspot.co.uk) demonstrates. Christianity, as well as Islam, has been a target.

Freedom of the press should not be a license to permit faith-based sensibilities to be outraged with impunity. In a saner world, protests, boycotts, demonstrations and prayer would be appropriate responses. Of course there is the argument that those likely to be offended can simply avoid the offensive material, but ‘no man is an island, entire of itself, every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.’ There is value, even a duty, in opposing blasphemy and standing with the offended.   

Sadly, we do not live in a balanced or rational world, and today’s news is that a new edition of Charlie Hebdo is being published, one that features cartoons of the Prophet Muhammad and thus has the potential to offend millions of faithful and responsible Moslems. Thus, outrage is countered with insult.

No, I’m not with the crowd on this one.

Drawn by Light

A wet and chilly winter day in London, grey skies, grey streets and thousands of tourists squelching along under sodden umbrellas, determined to squeeze every ounce of experience from their holiday. In South Kensington, hundreds were waiting to enter the V&A and Natural History museums, shepherded into long lines, experiencing at first hand the very British experience of queuing in the rain.

Fortunately, the tourist tsunami had not yet reached the Science Museum where the Drawn by Light photography exhibition is temporarily housed.

Back in 1983 the National Media Museum, part of the Science Museum, was opened in Bradford, West Yorkshire - probably a wonderful place but about as far away from Brighton as the planet Saturn. Sadly, the National Photography Collection - including the world famous Royal Photographic Society's (RPS's) collection of 250,000 prints acquired in 2013 - is held by the National Media Museum, on Saturn - sorry, in Bradford.

But...in a rare act of generosity, the Science Museum in London is hosting an exhibition called 'Drawn by Light,' comprising 200 gems from the RPS's collection, open until the 1st of March 2015.

Why call it 'Drawn by Light'?

Well, photography was invented in the 1820s and the exhibition has three of the oldest 'photographs' in the world on display. They were made by exposing asphalt-coated pewter plates to light and letting the insoluble asphalt crystalize the lit image, the soluble asphalt being washed away, leaving an image of the item on the pewter that looks (to me) like a fine pen etching in silver. The process was called 'Heliography' (meaning 'drawn by light'). Check out the fine portrait, circa 1826 - almost 200 years ago - of Cardinal Amboise.

The next oldest photographs in the exhibition are from the 1840s. There is a fine c1840 salt print of a botanical specimen by (William Henry) Fox Talbot but I particularly liked the c1845 prints (by David Octavius Hill and Robert Adamson) of Newhaven (near Edinburgh) fishermen and fish wives, the men grizzled and worn, the women, well, equally grizzled and worn. They still fish commercially out of the Newhaven along the coast from Brighton, and European fishing policy contributes to the grey hair and lined faces of the current fishermen.

There is a fine portrait of Fox Talbot himself, taken by Antoine Claudet in 1844, a daguerreotype, the first photographic process to be announced to the general public and popular from the 1840s to the 1860s (when they invented albumen prints). Daguerreotypes involved a silver-coated copper plate that was made light-sensitive by exposing it to iodine vapour. After the photo was taken, the image was developed using mercury vapour and then fixed in hypo. For those of us growing up in the age of darkroom developing, there is a sense of continuity and fellowship - but give me a digital camera any day!

Other early pho prints that I recall include one of the hippopotamus at London Zoo, taken in 1852 and a wonderful portrait of Lady Eastlake taken by Hill and Adamson circa 1845.

Speaking of London Zoo, it had its own official photographer by the turn of the century. After the death of the zoo's ostrich in 1927, they did an autopsy and the photographer took a photograph of the ostrich's stomach contents - which included a glove, handkerchief, coins, staples, hooks and a four-inch nail. Wonder if it suffered much from indigestion?

What a joy it was to see the original prints from famous names such as Julia Margaret Cameron, Roger Fenton, Larry Burrows, Don McCullin, Ansel Adams and a host of others.

Here are five of my favourites (apologies for the lack of photographs, I suspect they are mostly covered by copyright, but you can look them up on the internet or buy the catalogue which has about 80 of the 200 prints for £20):

Roger Fenton's 1855 The Valley of the Shadow of Death, a scene from the Crimean war taken after a battle, no corpses but quite a few cannonballs. The sight may resonate with those of us who learned Tennyson's poem 'Charge of the Light Brigade' (but there is some controversy over whether the cannonballs were found in situ or added later to improve the photo!) By the time of the American Civil War, a few years later, battlefield photography was in vogue and that conflict is well illustrated.

Frederick Henry Evans' 1895 portrait of Aubrey Beardsley, eccentric and illustrator, leading member of the Aesthetic Movement and developer of Art Nouveau who died at the age of 25. The profile emphases Beardsley's fine aquiline nose and long tapering fingers  - every pore proclaims aesthete!

Yousuf Karsh's famous 1941 print of Winston Churchill, claimed to be the most reproduced photographic portrait in history. Churchill is sullen, glowering, defiant, the perfect image of the man who stood up to Hitler and defeated him. The story is that Karsh requested Churchill to put away his cigar for the photo, Churchill refused  - so Karsh snatched it away from him - and the resulting picture is of a seething Churchill, bereft of his famous prop.

Ansel Adam's 1958 Aspen, Northern New Mexico. Probably the most famous American photographer ever, inventor of the Zone System, his black and white prints have an amazing clarity and depth.

Steve McCurry's 1984 Sharbat Gulu, Afghan Girl. This is an amazing photo that has rightly entered the public consciousness. Compared to the Mona Lisa, it was voted the 'most recognised photograph' in the history of the National Geographic magazine. Orphaned at the age of six during Russian bombing of Afghanistan, Sharbat walked with her grandmother and siblings across the mountains to a refugee camp in Pakistan where Steve McCurry came across her a few years later (and took the photograph on Kodachrome 64 using a Nikon FM2 with a Nikkor 105mm f2.5 lens).

The most striking part of the photo is the green eyes; direct and intense, they seem to blaze with a light that transfixes. It is a cliché, but the eyes also follow you around the room like the Mona Lisa's do (and I've seen both!). 

If you can, catch this exhibition!

Winter Night Shelter During Christmas Week

This is week five of the 18 weeks that Brighton & Hove Churches operate their winter night shelter for 15 homeless men and women. We offer our guests shelter, warmth, safety, a hot dinner, books, newspapers and games, conversation and companionship, a comfortable bed, a nourishing breakfast, and as much tea or coffee and biscuits as they can consume.

In return, they offer us a tangible opportunity to meet Christ in the guise of the hungry, homeless, addicted and disturbed. Occasionally the encounter is rich and even blossoms into genuine friendship, usually it is transient - and sometimes it is disquieting. We know that we give the crumbs from our table, in return they offer us something valuable, a practical opportunity to care and to serve.

This is the Christmas Week of the shelter and we have a strategy for dinner tonight. While the other six churches in Brighton & Hove will likely be serving traditional Christmas fare, heavy on turkey and the trimmings, we will prepare a self-service buffet with a variety of foods. Importantly, we will push the boat out tonight, with decorations and fine food, to try and give our guests a memorable experience in this most important of weeks.

To start, we found an elderly and forgotten Christmas tree in one of the storerooms and Georges, backbone of the volunteers and master chef, made it look respectable once more.

At one end of our parish room we erected the guests' collapsible beds and put their bags by the beds. Seventeen beds and bags travel round the churches in a mustard-yellow van, 'Carol'. Each morning they are loaded into the van and driven to the next night's church where they are unloaded. The bags contain the guest's bed linen, duvets, pillows and wash bags.

In the kitchen Cassie is hard at work, preparing the starters. There are roast chicken legs, cooked prawns, cold cuts of salami, German sausage and ham, tuna fish rice, quiche, green salads and potato salad...and more.

There are a dozen volunteers on hand tonight - the Evening Shift is very popular, especially over the Christmas Week. After our team meeting and prayer, we scatter to finalise last-minute preparations. Chef Georges poses for a souvenir photo by the buffet tables, which now included the main courses, of which the highlights are poached salmon, turkey in tomato sauce and gammon ham in mushroom sauce, accompanied by a cheese board.

In the final minute before the doors open for the guests, the volunteers and Fr. Kevin Dring pose for a Christmas photo at the decorated tables.

Thirteen men and one woman sit down with the dozen volunteers for dinner. After grace, Fr. Kevin has a surprise gift; a parishioner has donated rosaries and prayer cards for each of the guests. Fr. Kevin has blessed the rosaries and, when he offers them, the majority of the guests ask for them. The conversation is light and the food given proper attention. Queues form for second helpings and most of the food vanishes. The dessert table has a selection of richly decorated cakes, mince pies and chocolates - but tempts few of the guests. Instead, Imelda's home-made trifle is deservedly popular and one guest has several helpings of the Tiramisu.

After dinner some guests go outside for a final cigarette. Others, exhausted by a day spent walking around in the cold and occasional rain, are ready for bed. By ten thirty the guests are fast asleep, the tidying up is done and the Overnight Shift has arrived to relieve the Evening Shift who, tired but happy, depart.

By six-thirty in the morning, the guests are stirring. The Morning Shift has been busy for half an hour, the bacon and fried eggs are sizzling in the pan, the baked beans bubbling, a smell of hot toast and coffee is in the air. Unusually - because it's Christmas week of course - kippers are on the menu. Harry has brought in a few of the morning papers and the football pages  are being studied closely, one topic of discussion is that local football team Brighton & Hove Albion's Manager, Sami Hyypia, has resigned after the football team won only one game of the last 18.

As the men are leaving, one of them turns to a volunteer and tells her that he is really looking forward to coming back next week, in fact, he would prefer to stay in the Sacred Heart Church's Parish Room for the entire week. Surprisingly, it was not particularly the food that impressed him, it was the people who made it, served it, sat and talked with him, watched as he slept and accompanied him for smoking breaks - a timely reminder that hunger comes in different forms.

Baptism at Advent time

There is always something special and happy about baptism during the season of Advent.

Today's Mass readings were particularly appropriate for the five families bringing their children to baptism. Isaiah spoke of exulting for joy in the Lord while the extract from Paul's Letter to the Thessalonians began 'Be happy at all times...' The Gospel reading was from John and - of course - it was about John the Baptist.

During the Baptism preparation class, the parents are asked what they want for their children. The answers often include reference to 'happiness,' 'protection,' 'right living,' 'knowing God,' 'doing right,' 'going to Heaven,' 'joining the Church family,' 'peace' and so on. Baptism is indeed the doorway that gives entrée to all these and more.

It was clearly a multinational gathering today. The five sets of parents together with their guests came from Poland, Hungary, Brazil, Russia, Belarus, Slovakia, Italy, Ireland, Switzerland and the four constituent countries of the United Kingdom.

Fr. Kevin made the point that, through baptism, the children were now joining a much larger family, the family of Catholic Christians worldwide who number 1.2 billion, and is itself a part of the family of Christians worldwide, a family that is not defined by race, language or national origin, but by unity of faith.

  

Brighton Goes Gospel

 

Singing carols is a Christmas tradition. Last night the Brighton Goes Gospel (GGG) community choir performed at the Hove Town hall to an enthusiastic audience of about 400. When I say ‘enthusiastic’ I mean that both choir and audience sang, stamped, clapped, hollered and swayed - it was quite an evening!

Founded in the year 2000, the BGG is ‘a non-religious (all religions and none) community gospel choir run by volunteers.’ In fact, the BGG is really two choirs; the Workshop Choir of up to 100 learners, and the Performance Choir, limited to 50 more experienced and able performers.

 Last night’s program included gospel classics, traditional carols and recent compositions. Both choirs acquitted themselves well with quite a variety of material. Very much in charge was the new choir director, Daniel Thomas, himself a hugely capable singer and songwriter who has worked with music legends like James Brown and Luther Vandross.

In fact, Daniel Thomas was as much a star as the choir. His whole body was a conductor’s baton; jerking, twitching, straining, stamping, thrusting, every sinew resonating with the music until the last quivering note, when he would slumped back and mop his brow. More, his vocal range and dexterity was astonishing and the concert concluded with a friendly verbal joust with several singers that was spectacular, the accelerating tempo rising to a dizzying crescendo.

Waiting in the sub-zero temperature for a lift home, I wondered if it was possible to truly engage with gospel music, as performer or audience, while remaining untouched by the lyrics. Certainly, carols are even more unambiguous works of praise, like the old favourites we sang, including these words from ‘Away in a Manger’:

 I love thee Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side:  
‘Til morning is nigh.

 Caution: gospel singing may affect your transcendental balance.