God's little ones

May 8th, 2008 | By | Category: Church of Ireland Comment

“Grand Charity Draw – 6th November 1991”.

I found a ticket stuffed into an envelope with other papers.

For me, it was a proud achievement at the time. A volcano had devastated parts of the Philippines and the conservative rural Ulster Protestant community in which I worked had held a fund raising evening to support the work of an Irish Roman Catholic priest working in an area badly affected by the eruption; countrymen who were members of the Orange Order had sold raffle tickets to support a Catholic missionary.

There were many proud moments in that little parish, little things like the Plough Sunday church service in January, and the rogation Sunday open air service on one of the farms in May. I thought they were good anyway.

Of course, at church meetings or at diocesan synod, the goings on in our little patch seemed silly and trivial. There were grand schemes and important reports, there were people with “gravitas” (I remember that word being used). A tiny parish in an obscure corner of the county was a matter of complete inconsequence.

It took years to realize that the only places of consequence were the little parishes across the length and breadth of the country – that grand schemes generally came to nothing and that important reports would be welcomed by worthy people, and would then join their predecessors on the shelves to gather dust.

Perhaps one of the longer term effects of the sad events at Drumcree a decade ago was to create an awareness that the power in the church lay in the parishes; that central bodies might huff and puff, but there was little they could do against a parish that was financially strong and had an incumbent with freehold. Even the appearance of gravitas is unavailing if behind the person there is nothing of substance: a friend recently visited a parish where the incumbent speaks as though being an authority; it was a church in a busy and growing town, there was a congregation of just eleven at the Sunday morning service.

There is a deeply biblical rootedness in a church built on little places and ordinary people. Jesus’ ministry is amongst the unknown and obscure; it is those with gravitas who oppose him and finally kill him. The hundreds of little churches with big hearted people, who are there Sunday by Sunday and who have watched numerous grand schemes come and go and who remain untroubled by reports, are where one might look for the kingdom of heaven.

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  1. I was always uncomfortable with the word ‘gravitas’.

  2. Grannymar,

    First time I heard it, I didn’t know what it meant!

    Now I just associate it with pretentiousness. Tony Blair feeling the “hand of history” was upon him and other such stuff!

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