Thank you for your close attention as we worshipped together for Trinity Sunday yesterday. Many of you were very moved, as was I, by Lisa's sermon responding to the Black Lives Matter protests. There is a video of the sermon here, and the words are also online. We are thinking hard about how St John's can be a real voice, and how we can help channel the upsurge in expressed pain and anger to bring about lasting change. I am excited about the proposals for Waterloo Well - TBAW's project to support young and homeless people locally. There are many other things we could do. Please let Lisa or me have any thoughts or ideas.
On a more positive note, it was lovely to have some of your photos in church with us yesterday as per the photo above! If you'd like to be part of the congregation, albeit by photograph, you can make a donation here - we're suggesting a minimum donation of £20 - and send your photo to firstname.lastname@example.org. Then, hey presto, you arrive in church. I have two more to print out, and hopefully by Sunday we'll have a full church :-)
(and we are looking at how we can begin to reopen physically, for private prayer, with effect from next Monday 15th June. More on this to follow soon)
Thanks to everyone who has completed the Community Audit and/or forwarded it to friends and neighbours. If you haven't done it yet, please do. It's really important that we have the feedback of local people so that we can ensure that our plans are up to date and responsive.
Finally for today, this poem, by American writer and poet Maya Angelou
Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream
and the hope of the slave.
With my love