NW 01029 | Cold chicken and gluten free bread

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Isaiah 5:1 NKJV
Now let me sin g to my Well-beloved a song of my Beloved regarding His vineyard: “My Well-beloved has a vineyard On a very fruitful hill.

The church bulletin was very clear that this Sunday morning would be a communion service. The talk (no more than twelve minutes) would be given by a young biology teacher called Mary, who would emphasize (in full PowerPoint and intestinal tract wonder) the fact that we were “one in the Spirit and a united body, with each member dependent on the other.”

The notices went on to tell that that there would be alcoholic wine used as one of the emblems in the communion service, together with non-alcoholic beverages for those who were teetotal. I say ‘beverages’ would be used in this celebration of unity as one body in the remembrance of the death of our Lord, because a further five options (totaling six in all) would be offered to the communicants. These would range from: Sugar free (for those dieting and diabetics,) aspartame free (for the health conscience,) normal red juice (no explanation of ‘normal,’) oh, and for those allergic to ‘Red40’ food coloring in the soft drink, there would be freshly juiced blood oranges available. A note, somewhat exasperated it seemed to me, placed at the bottom of the notices went on to say that, “Fruitarians could drink ‘still spring water’ and just imagine it was wine, and also that for those not wanting to share from the same communal cup(s), individual plastic thimbles could be prepared providing orders were given at least one hour before the service.”

Thoughtfully, there were just eight offerings of the emblem of bread being offered: Sliced white, sliced brown, whole loaf white, whole loaf brown, unleavened, glutton free, spelt, and white wafer, (which again was followed by a second note at the bottom of the sheet indicating that this was completely ‘untransubstantiated.’) I was thankful for the insipid and Biblically incorrect little twelve minute talk which followed the communion service as this ‘breaking of bread,’ partaken by about 100 people, was nothing but a slow motion train wreck lasting about an hour. Though my wife did restrain me from cutting my wrists half way through the ‘talk,’ the communion service had already almost turned me into an unbeliever.

Admittedly, I have exaggerated just a little here, however, this gathering of the elect in Britain, this ‘militant of heavenly magnificence on earth,’ seemed to epitomize the state of the church in the second decade on the 21st century. It had ‘lost the plot.’

In 1839, just 6.6 miles from where I presently reside, Samuel John Stone came into the world. Son of an Anglican clergyman he went on to became a Poet-Vicar and one of his most influential works, ‘Lyra Fidelium,’ was published in 1866. The work consists of a series of twelve hymns which were constructed to teach and to expand upon the twelve articles of the Apostle’s Creed. I believe it inculcates the use of song, rhyme, rhythm and meter, to help the singer remember the depth of the declarations contained therein. His hymn to expand on article nine of the apostle creed which says: ‘I believe in the holy Catholic Church and the communion of the saints’ became, and continues to be, so well-known that one Archbishop is supposed to have remarked that, “Wherever I go to open a new church building you can count on two things: Cold chicken and ‘The Churches One Foundation.’”

Whilst we are closing down churches every week, whilst each and every week, new Mosques are springing up across this post Christian landscape. It is the church which has allowed the spread of false religion. The church has also allowed the industrial scale slaughter of babies. The church has also fostered the destruction of the holy institution of marriage. The church has allowed the restructuring of society which even now is putting young men on the dole queue and mom on the front line to fight our wars. To aid matters further, we put young woman in the pulpit to give a twelve minute talk on nonsense. I tell you, I am so angry, I could spit feathers! I am so distraught, that I could have perpetual panic attacks! I am so depressed, that I could wish my eyes were rivers of tears so that my quaking heart might not burst! Let me shout it out right now, “There is no more hot bread in our pulpits! Just cold chicken served to those who shall soon be slaughtered.” I fear that whilst in mockery we sing ‘The Churches One Foundation’ her Lord is singing the Song of the Vineyard.

I wonder if what we call the church in the United Kingdom is now so corrupt that it cannot be revived. For sure, God shall retain His holy Stump, however, I believe that a new vineyard now needs to be dug. We must take the old ways, find some new ground, clear it and start again for I tell you that this current cold chicken vineyard is doomed to destruction.

Listen: Now let me sing to my Well-beloved A song of my Beloved regarding His vineyard: My Well-beloved has a vineyard On a very fruitful hill. He dug it up and cleared out its stones, And planted it with the choicest vine. He built a tower in its midst, And also made a winepress in it; So He expected it to bring forth good grapes, But it brought forth wild grapes. “And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah, Judge, please, between Me and My vineyard. What more could have been done to My vineyard That I have not done in it? Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes, Did it bring forth wild grapes? And now, please let Me tell you what I will do to My vineyard: I will take away its hedge, and it shall be burned; And break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down. I will lay it waste; It shall not be pruned or dug, But there shall come up briers and thorns. I will also command the clouds That they rain no rain on it.” For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, And the men of Judah are His pleasant plant. He looked for justice, but behold, oppression; For righteousness, but behold, a cry for help. (Isaiah 5:1-7NKJV)

Pray: Father, please have mercy upon us. Send us skilled Blacksmiths, anointed Bakers, lovers of the Word and ‘droolers’ o’er the printed page, even anointed prophets and bold, courageous speakers. Be glorified O God. Be Magnified Great King Jesus! Be lifted up in hot magnificence for all the world to see. Amen and let it be so.

The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord,
She is His new creation
By water and the Word:
From heaven He came and sought her
To be His holy bride,
With His own blood He bought her
And for her life He died.

She is from every nation
Yet one o’er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth,
One Holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one Holy Food,
And to one Hope she presses
With every grace endued.

The Church shall never perish!
Her dear Lord to defend,
To guide, sustain, and cherish,
Is with her to the end:
Though there be those who hate her,
And false sons in her pale,
Against or foe or traitor
She ever shall prevail.

Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder
By heresies distressed:
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
shall be the morn of song!

‘Mid toil and tribulation
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest!

Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won,
With all her sons and daughters
Who, by the Master’s Hand
Led through the deathly waters,
Repose in Eden-land.

O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee:
There, past the border mountains,
Where in sweet vales the Bride
With Thee by living fountains
For ever shall abide!

Rev. Samuel John Stone.

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