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Introducing Rachel Snow

I’ve been asked to write a piece, by way of introducing myself to you all, to describe my journey into ordination training, which I am undergoing at St Mary’s, Redbourn. I was raised by Christian parents, who had a strong faith, and were actively involved in their local Baptist church. So it was natural for me to grow up believing in God. Until the age of 11 I lived in Stanmore, but my family became part of a free church that was opening a Christian school in Hemel Hempstead, so we moved to the town to be involved with the project, called The King’s School, now based in Harpenden.

In my teenage years I began to take my own steps of faith, I helped lead the Christian Union at my sixth form, Longdean School, and knew that I wanted to serve God all my life. I had been raised on stories of missionaries, and I took a gap year to attend a Bible College, thinking that God may call me to a mission field overseas. However, no such sense of call came, so on the advice of my minister I went to university, and studied Biology at Southampton.

Towards the end of my degree, I began to pray again about going overseas on mission, but had no clear sense of direction from God, then I met my husband to be, and all thoughts of overseas missions evaporated! We were soon engaged, and married the following year. I had considered being a teacher, but a research post at the hospital opened up, along with the opportunity to study for a PhD, so I spent 10 very fulfilling years in medical research, during which time I had my two sons, Joshua and David. Raising two boys has been a lot of fun, we enjoy going to the movies together; Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Marvel and spy movies being favourites, as well as many hours spent discussing football….. (Chelsea and Southampton!)

We moved back to Hemel Hempstead, to be nearer to our extended family, and began to attend Soul Survivor, Watford. It is part of the Church of England, but meets in a converted warehouse, and has a contemporary style of worship and an informal atmosphere. I re-trained as a science teacher, and have been teaching at John F Kennedy Catholic School for 8 years now. I thought that was the last of my career changes, but God had other ideas! I was in a Sunday morning service when I had a strong impression that God was calling me to explore ordination training. It was completely out of the blue, and not something I had ever considered, and not the tradition I am from, so I took some time to read books about the Church of England, and argue with God, but after a few months the idea would not go away, so I began to discuss it with my minister, and then with the Church of England’s vocation officer, and finally the Diocesan Discernment Officer. I visited a variety of Anglican churches and completed placements at St Benedict’s in Bennetts End, and St Lawrence, Bovingdon, to learn more about the life of a parish church and priest. Finally, I was recommended for training by a Bishop’s Advisory Panel, after a 3-day conference, where I had to undertake various tasks including group presentations, discussions and in-depth interviews.

I am now in my first of three years of training, I attend St Mellitus College in London as a part-time student. This involves weekly evening lectures, nine residential weekends and one residential week per year for three years. I have regular assignments, mainly essays, to complete throughout the year. I am continuing to teach part-time, as I have two sons at university to support! After the college course is finished I will then continue training as a curate in a different setting for another three years. I am grateful that the diocese recommended St Mary’s as an ideal place to train, with its strong leadership team, rich traditions, and loving, friendly and outward looking community, not to mention the beautiful church and grounds. I am enjoying learning to worship in more traditional ways, in particular singing as part of the choir, as well as helping with the Gospellers youth group. I will also have to do some preaching as part of my training, the most scary part! I greatly appreciate the opportunities and support I’ve been given at St Mary’s. I look forward to getting to know many more of you in the time I have here.

Rachel Snow

Sermon: Be Still

Will’s sermon from Choral Evensong on Sunday 4th February has been reproduced below by popular request:

I think it’s interesting that in the passage from Luke we’ve heard tonight we get two seemingly unrelated stories – the calming of the storm and then the story about the demoniac and the Gadarene swine. Why does one follow the other? I think it’s because often in the Gospels context is everything.
Let’s begin by picturing the scene.  Jesus and his disciples cross what we call the Sea of Galilee but which is in fact a large inland lake. And storms there can blow up very fast, without warning. And so it happens. But Jesus, tired out from dealing with the crowds, is fast asleep in the boat, and the terrified disciples shake him awake. And he rebukes the wind and the raging of the water, and they fall back and there is a great calm. Luke doesn’t quote the actual words used, but St Mark does: ‘Peace! Be still’ and the wind and the sea obey him.

And so they arrive safely on the other side, only to meet a ‘madman’. He must have cut a wild figure, wearing no clothes and living in the tombs outside the nearest village. And all that is evil in him recognises the Son of God for who he is, for evil cannot bear to be in the presence of good. And that evil – personified in the story as a whole tribe of demons – hastens off to find security in animals who will presumably be oblivious to the gaze of the Son of God. But even the pigs know evil when they smell it, and in a panic they charge off over the cliff and into the sea. The locals hear about it, and find it quite outrageous. They prefer the security of property – represented by the pigs which, as Jews, they shouldn’t have been keeping in the first place – to the riskiness of the Son of God, and so they puff up the hill to persuade this joker who has caused all the trouble to clear off, and stop disturbing respectable folks. And of course the message is not hard to find: the world has gone on preferring pigs and property to the Son of God, the Prince of Peace, ever since: that is, preferring the illusion of security now to the sure gift of eternal life.

So the joker who has caused such a fine sense of moral outrage in Gadara goes on his way. But if we have the eyes to see and the hearts to understand, we will discern how, once again, he has turned the accepted order of things upside down, and poked sheer ludicrous fun at our solemn, blinkered, pompous selves. As one commentator reminds us – the Pharisees (who would have won prizes for solemnity and pomposity) – decided they simply had to have Jesus put down. He couldn’t be allowed to go on standing everything on its head, and making them look ridiculous. What rubbish he kept coming out with: camels going through the eyes of needles; or being swallowed easily by people who would choke on a gnat; people with logs in their eyes; prodigal sons being given the all-star treatment when they returned home penniless; churchmen sounding trumpets before they put a pound in the collection plate; idlers who had done only an hour’s work being given a full day’s pay. What had all this nonsense to do with religion? It was flippant, and it was irreverent, and it would undermine morals – and that would never do.

So, as that writer puts it, the Jester had to be crucified: crucified ‘before the contagion of eternal love showed up the whole solemn system of moralism and religiosity as a complete knock-about farce.’ But what the great and the good of the time didn’t anticipate was that the Jester would pop up again like a Jack- in-the-box, and start dancing about more vigorously than before, and even more compellingly. People here, there and everywhere fell under his spell, and they still do. And we can laugh with joy because the Kingdom of God has drawn near, and we know that the laughter will continue in heaven, for heaven, as Julian of Norwich said, is ‘right merry’.

It’s good to reflect on the laughter of the Kingdom of Heaven. At the moment there is little reason for laughter in the world, and there seems to be little laughter in the Church too. We bring to the Church all the habits of our life at work or in the home: busyness, anxious activity, full diaries, endless rushing around. Churches on Sundays reproduce the tensions and the stresses of the week, and so often fail to send their members out with a lightness in their step. Why do we find it so hard to get rid of everything that is weighing us down?

As I go to various church meetings, locally and nationally, I sit and listen to the great and the good describing their strategies: financial awareness campaigns and the deployment of clergy; new plans for mission and the latest legislative requirements – and the picture painted is for all the world like that circus act where a man tries to get more and more plates spinning on poles, and rushes round and round in ever decreasing circles to add one plate here and stop another falling there.

The Lord of our hearts, says to us all tonight ‘Stop. Don’t imagine that you will bring the Kingdom of Heaven any nearer by all this storm of activity. Don’t reproduce in the Church the frantic pattern of your daily life. That way madness lies. Peace. Be still. Be still and know that I am God. Progress into dependency. Come unto me all that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’ The gospel writers saw clearly the parallels between the stilling of the storm on the lake and the stilling of the storm in the troubled man’s heart and mind. And Christ’s touch still has its ancient power.

So perhaps we in our churches can be bold enough to make the first priority in our strategy a desire for God, and a longing to be with him, and to know his love pouring into our hearts. And the second priority will be to pray before we act, and to pray as we act, and to sanctify all our doing with prayer, so that it won’t be anxious human rushing around like the circus performer with plates and poles, but it will be the Lord’s work and he will be in charge.

And the third priority must be this. When we pray, we must not rush into it as if it’s yet another job to be done, but to be still before God, and to listen to him, and be glad because we are meeting a friend, and be happy because he is so pleased we have come. God wants the simplicity of our surrender, our dependence, and if we surrender ourselves to him then the dialogue of prayer will take care of itself. Remember the old Frenchman who spent hours in church, and when asked what he was doing replied ‘I look at God, and God looks at me.’

Sometimes we do so much talking in prayer because we do so much talking all the time, and we cannot break the habit, not even for God. But the Lord who turns all of life upside down says ‘Peace. Be still’, and he stills the storm of activity and stress and worry in our hearts.

Please remember this: we are most fully ourselves, we are most fully a human being, when we sit in silence with God. As the great Catholic writer von Hügel, put it, ‘Man is what he does with his silence.’ In the silence we are never alone, for praying with us is the whole company of heaven. If we listen, we will hear the laughter of that ‘right merry company’. And if we watch, we will catch a glimpse of our heavenly Father himself, and there will be, and there is nothing better than that.


Wise Men (and Women) still seek Him

The Epiphany is an intriguing story. It has all the right ingredients – a journey, danger, a bit of mystery and intrigue, generosity and meanness, good versus bad and a few twists and turns near the end. It could have been a Hollywood blockbuster (perhaps it has been made into a film but I’ve never come across it) but in fact we find it in the Bible set out in Matthew chapter 2.

Here we read an account of the mystical Wise Men, star gazers from the East, who notice that a new and very bright star has appeared in the sky and they see it as a sign that a new King has been born. They go off to King Herod with the not unreasonable expectation that a new King might be found in a royal palace. But that isn’t where he is to be found. They travel on and eventually find that King to be none other than Jesus, God born among us, and in great joy at this encounter they offer him fine gifts of Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. And being warned in a dream about Herod’s evil plans they head home a different way – for their journey is taking them in a new direction now.

It would be easy to dismiss this story as a familiar bit of fun, played out in foil crowns and old curtain cloaks in nativity plays up and down the land. But this is a story for us all. At its heart it is a story of seeking and searching – it’s about what we seek and where we might find it.

I don’t know about you but here in the Vicarage, the turkey has (finally) been finished off, the bins have been dragged out to the roadside heaving with old wrapping paper and uneaten food, and we’re left to wonder how long to leave it before we can put our Christmas cards in the recycling bin without appearing ungrateful. Is that all we’ll be left with from Christmas? Is that it for another year?

Well, as we start 2018 and some of us will no doubt be trying to make some New Year’s resolutions, what about some insights and lessons from the Epiphany story to help us on our way:

Be alert, pause and look – you’ll see special and amazing things you might otherwise miss.

Even when you’re not sure where you’re heading, set out anyway.

Go out of your way to give something to someone else.

Be prepared to risk, and to speak up for truth and right.

Know that you don’t bring all the gifts – others will have their own gifts to offer and they’re important too.

You too can find real joy in an encounter with Jesus – it might just change you…