Presentation of Christ in the Temple

 

As many of you will know, Jo and I are members of the Sunderland Strollers running club. At the start of each year, the club runs a Beginners’ group, for anyone who wants to get into running. It is, obviously, a self-selecting group—not everyone is interested in running—but some come only able to run 100 yards. We tell them that if they stick with it, over 12 weeks, we will get them to the point where they can run for 5 miles without stopping. It won’t necessarily be fast—we will focus on stamina, not speed, which some will choose to work on later—but it is achievable. By increasing the distance little by little, and how often they go for a run, they will become a runner—perhaps to their own amazement.

We—the congregation of St Nicholas,’ here this morning—are also a self-selecting group (called by God; drawn-in by others; but you choose to be here). Along with congregations across Durham Diocese, we are called to a life of ‘Blessing our communities in Jesus’ name’. Not those who run, but those who bless—in how we think and what we say and do. And perhaps you might say, “I couldn’t pronounce a blessing, I wouldn’t know the right words to use”—as if it depended on getting the words right, like some sort of magic spell. But think of anything that you do know how to do—speak, or walk, or read. You weren’t born able to do that, you learnt: by repetitive practice, by trial and error, and by example.

Accompanied by her husband, a young mother brings her firstborn son to public worship for the first time, at forty days old. As they come into the space and look around, an older man approaches, takes the child in his arms (always ask for, and be given, permission before doing this; and don’t take offence if permission is not forthcoming) and sings a song of praise. First, he honours God; then, he blesses the father and mother, and their child. As he does so, an older woman joins them, takes up the theme, and extends it to include others who had gathered in that place.

Simeon was not a priest, not the public face of the faith. Anna was recognised as a prophet, an oracle who spoke words of godly wisdom; but she had no official role or office. They were simply human beings who were well-soaked in the ways of God. And uttering blessings is central to such a life—not something reserved for vicars. You don’t even need to be Christian.

To bless something—whether a person, or some other part of creation, or a place, or a tool, or a circumstance—is to affirm its essential goodness. From our faith perspective, that essential goodness is God-given.

Jewish blessings always begin, ‘Blessed are you, Lord our God, King of the Universe …’

Christian blessings, which derive from Jewish blessings, are similarly framed, ‘Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation …’

If we are to bless, we first need to meet what we find, where we find it, and then pay it attention. Simeon meets Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus in the temple court, takes the child in his arms, and pays close attention. Then, he speaks out what he sees.

My back door faces east, and I can stand there a while and watch the sunrise. ‘Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation, giver of light and love. And blessed be you, O dawn, that paints the sky in pink and orange to welcome the day.’

Then, as I stand there, I become aware of the dawn chorus. ‘Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation, who feeds the birds of the air. And blessed be you, garden bird, who fills the sky with your song.’

Or perhaps this morning it is raining, and I can choose to be grumpy about that or I can choose to bless the rain. ‘Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation, who gives the water of life. And blessed be you, rain, that refreshes the earth.’

If we can get into the habit of blessing, it will form us over time, so that we meet all things open to the goodness hidden within them—even if that goodness is not immediately apparent. So, for example, if you fall and break your leg, ‘Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation, who has fashioned our flesh and bone. And blessed be you, O femur, who have borne my weight all these years, and who now calls me to rest and to heal.’

So, let us have a go, and together learn how to bless. Who, or what, might you bless today?