Day 35

Act 35: I Spy
by Abby King
By now you’ve probably caught on – a startling amount of living generously is simply noticing people. We often only realise people are lonely when they actually tell us. But there are plenty of lonely people who never say a word. Today, put those people-watching skills to good use.
“When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, ‘Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.'” 
(Luke 13:12 NIV)
Choose how to complete this act…
GREEN OPTION:Watch for lonely people this week. At church, look for those at the sidelines. At work, look for those who eat lunch alone.
YELLOW OPTION:Make a point of connecting with someone you know, but have avoided spending time with because they’re a bit socially awkward.
RED 
OPTION:
Strike up a chat with someone you don’t know – at the bus stop or café maybe – who looks a little sad.

I’m reminded of Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul MccartneyEleanor Rigby lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I am so glad that I don’t write sermons that nobody will hear. However, people hear but do they listen? I sometimes wonder. I have another funeral tomorrow of a lady called Dot (because she was small, not called Dorothy). She lived in a cottage in a beatiful place called Great Gate and as she sat in her bed, which had been brought downstairs, she could look out at the lovely green hill. We will be singing There is a Green Hill, as well as The Lord’s my Shepherd. I successfully persuaded the family against The Old Rugged Cross. I am glad that she wasn’t lonely. She had had a hard life, bereaved of son and husband within a year of each other and yet maintained a positive outlook. Even when she had been burlgled twice it didn’t faze her. I am glad that I visited her just after the second burglary at the request of a great niece. There was no sign of self pity at what had happened. Indeed she didn’t even mention it.

So, who are the lonely people in my parishes? Who are the Elenor Rigbys and Father McKenzies? Such a sad song. Also one of the Beatles’ better known hits. We sing this song but do we do anything about the people represented in it?

Today I will be planning the sermons and services etc for Holy Week and Easter, the time when we remember a man who was abandoned by all (except the women who remained nearby) and who felt abandoned even by God as he called out from the cross. Did Jesus ever feel lonely? He often went out on his own to pray. He often realised that his closest friends and disciples didn’t understand him or his message – that can feel lonely. Whatever we do for the least of his brothers and sisters we do for him (as he reminded us in his parable of the sheep and goats). so this week I will think about and pray for those who are lonely and look for opportunities to befriend and listen, to help them know that I understand and so does God; that they are not alone.

Before my morning prayer I changed the cloth on my prayer table to red.

It’s Holy Week – so my prayer table has a red cloth

I have written up to this point at the start of the day, with my first cup of tea – time to get up and see what the day will bring in addition to the planned events.

Well…. I’ve just started to think about the day and write this up and am shocked at the news of Norte Dame in Paris engulfed in flames. How terrible! It looks like an accident rather than terrorist attack. But the latter was my initial reaction which is a sad reflection of the times in which we live.

Today has been a normal sort of day. I sent a quick email to someone who I know needs a little support and may be feeling a bit lonely. Her mother, who until recently she has lived with, has dementia and been admitted to a care home. This has, understandably, been a difficult decision for the daughter to make. Nobody wants to put their mum in a home. Mum has been in hospital a couple of times too, but currently in the care home. The email was gratefully received and I received a reply saying that she’s hurt her back gardening and that, she appreciates my contacting her.

Terry and I met with the Methodist superintendent for the area and we chatted about the various issues here. It was great to meet with him and I feel it is the start of a good working relationship, and bodes well for the future. I hope that when the local Methodist church gets their new minister later in the year we can work together.

The afternoon was spent preparing for tomorrow’s funeral and one or two other things, including some housework. Our Lent group this evening went well. We looked at Matthew, Mark and Luke’s accounts of Good Friday.


2 Comments

  1. Good morning. Gosh, I didn’t know the lyrics to Eleanor Rigby. So sad.

    Not really been into the Beetles. Always preferred the stones (much to Mum’s dismay) 🤣

    Going to try and do this one today as it’s the only one hanging over.

    God bless you.

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