The pilgrim road goes on

The pilgrim road goes on

Thursday, 15 December 2022

Why don't people speak out more?

"Scathing report condemns UK police for 'victim blaming' in rape cases".

Undercover journalist pretending to be drunk followed to hotel by man

A woman has been awarded a £90,000 pay-out after a manager slapped her backside with a ruler at a workplace slated for its “toxic laddish culture”.

This morning I am raging and devastated. It is the first link above that left me sat at my kitchen table in tears at 7.30am. When I told my husband why I was upset he said "but did you see....(link 2)", and as we were talking the third story came up on the radio news.  And that's just a random Thursday in December. 

I consider myself to be a feminist.  I always have done.  Because feminists were the ones who were speaking out for equality - and equality makes things better for everyone. It always seemed to me that equality was a significant part of the Gospel I was baptised into as a child, and educated in by people who have always lived with kindness, generosity and respect for others. I don't know when and how I noticed the world I lived in was unequal for men and women, I just always knew - and the priest who prepared me for confirmation at age 11 was highly amused by my take on the creation story in Genesis as a result. 

I am also a middle aged priest who might be said to be 'doing alright' for herself.  I have been affirmed, encouraged and supported by senior staff in the 14.5 years since my ordination. I am particularly grateful to a wonderful Archdeacon, an Area Bishop who listened to her, and a Diocesan Bishop who makes time to be fully present and fully engaged, encouraging my ministry and encouraging me to grasp the challenges it brings. I have a positive portfolio of roles which sit alongside my parish ministry.  I could be on the poster for the belief we have equality in church and world (or this corner of it), that gender is no longer an issue when it comes to male and female, that there is no bias, there are no barriers and it's meritocracy all the way.

But this morning I want to ask all the well meaning, equality purporting folks out there - if we have equality, if our church, our society and our culture respects our equal humanity - why?

Why are men being released from prison who have a record of violence against women as long as your arm, only to reoffend within days?  Women did not make this happen - but women pay the price with their lives.

Why can't a woman walk down a street, looking drunk or otherwise, without some predator thinking their luck is in? Women did not make this happen - but women pay the price with their bodies, minds  and lives for this.

Why do women who advocate for issues and challenges that face women still get told, often by their allies not to speak too loud, not to be a one trick pony, not to 'bang the drum' too loud?  Why have I heard the words "well it's obviously not impacting on you, Rachel, so I don't really get your point?" - when all around the treatment of women gets worse - visibly, clearly, uncomfortably, painfully, devastatingly worse.  

Why am I pleading, arguing, persuading, as though it is both my job to convince you that women shouldn't be treated like this, and my job to communicate this in such a way as you wont feel offended or threatened? Perhaps because the imaginary you in my head is male, and the arbiter of what is and isn't acceptable in our society, and has the right to dismiss my concerns if not expressed in a way acceptable to you.  This is why we call it the patriarchy - because we are trapped in the system - the game not of our making - and women need men to put their egos down and see what we are so clearly seeing if this is to change.

I think people in my daily sphere have found it easier to see that there are systems that need dismantling when we talk about race.  If our systems and social structures have been built by white culture for the benefit of white people, then inviting people of different racial and cultural identities to be part of those intrinsically white systems and structures isn't what equality looks like. We clearly need to create systems and structures together, for everyone, that reflect everyone involved.  But I find myself asking if we are ever going to take the real work this endeavour needs seriously when our attempts to move to an equal society for women and men have failed us so deeply.  

Equality isn't just "letting" women do the things that up until relatively recently only men have done.(And there I am framing the male as normative and decision maker again, aren't I?)  In my sphere women can now wear the pointy hats. And sit at the tables. And follow the same shocking example of terrible work life balance that we are told is the only real model of leadership possible. We are told that because there are women at the table now, women's voice is represented. Then the women at the table will be told that they are there not tokenistically to represent women, but because of their wider skills and role. However sincerely any of this is meant - we have a seat at the table only to be told that we do not have permission to talk about the continuing challenges women face.  

And why are we still asking permission? Because in a church which has enshrined the right to believe women priests to be delusional fantasists in law - our presence can feel highly contingent, even when many of us are affirmed, embraced and welcomed.  We’re still being welcomed to someone else’s party, not welcomed home. We are operating in a system and structure which was not of our making and does not reflect us, and asks us to bend ourselves to be something else.  Perhaps that is why our leaders are sometimes disappointed that we are not more dynamic, inspired and creative?  "We're going to wrap you up in the same chains we carry and then accuse you of not being able to fly." 

Because power, because patriarchy. People don't speak out more because it is not rewarded or appreciated. It is labelled, avoided, shunned, blamed, managed.  Put in the corner with its pony and its drum and its role that can't do any harm (by which I mean, actually influence change for the better). I am genuinely sorry that this sounds so accusatory.  I accuse myself of not doing more as I listen to these news stories.  I am sorry for every time I have swallowed the “you only get to join in if you don’t talk about that stuff” line. I am sorry for every time I have colluded with things that are wrong because I imagined if I did one day I would be given permission to help put things right.

Between my feed, my radio choices and my family - I came across these three stories within half an hour this morning. I am glad that these stories are being heard - but I'm reminded of the work of @CountingDeadWomen  - and of the words of Desmond Tutu about pulling people out of the river.  To paraphrase - there comes a point where we need to stop counting dead women and do something about why they are being killed. There comes a point where we have to accept that a rise in violence against women, a rise in inequality in workplaces and homes, the persistent silencing of women's voices, an internet full of misogyny, does not reflect a society that has cheerfully achieved a holistic human equality in which our systems and practices respect all human beings in their God-made integrity. We have got something terribly wrong and it will take something more intentional than a faith in meritocracy and the assumption that equality is letting the girls play with the boys' toys to put it right. 


Wednesday, 23 November 2022

Advent Update - God rest ye merry Advent wreath

I've just been updating this.  I've tweaked it so it's more obvious how it scans to the tune (God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen). I've also updated the Christmas Day bit to reflect a little something of what the Christ-light might mean. It works if you're doing patriarchs/prophets/John/Mary in your themes. I even popped in a little peace/joy/hope/love in the final verse if those are going to be your themes.  I'll try something jolly for death/judgement/heaven/hell another year.


As always if this would help your church please use it, but please do credit where it comes from.


Advent 1:

We light an Advent candle now to show us all the way

to find the Christ child waiting in a manger on the hay.

The mothers and the fathers of our faith all point the way.

          Refrain:   O glory to God in heav’n and peace,

                             peace on earth, O glory to God in heav’n.

 

Advent 2:

We light an Advent candle now to show us all the way

to find the Christ child waiting in a manger on the hay.

The prophets foretold long ago that bright and glorious day

          Refrain:   O glory to God in heav’n and peace,

                             peace on earth, O glory to God in heav’n.

 

Advent 3:

We light an Advent candle now to show us all the way

to find the Christ child waiting in a manger on the hay.

“The Kingdom now is close” said John, “Believe, repent today!”

          Refrain:   O glory to God in heav’n and peace,

                             peace on earth, O glory to God in heav’n.

 

Advent 4:

We light an Advent candle now to show us all the way

to find the Christ child waiting in a manger on the hay;

For Mary mother of our Lord her “yes” to God did say

          Refrain:   O glory to God in heav’n and peace,

                             peace on earth, O glory to God in heav’n.

 

 

Christmas Day:

 

We light our Christ-light candle now

to show us all the way

And we have found the Christ child

in a manger on the hay;

And now we raise our voices

with the angel host to say

O glory to God in heav’n and peace, peace on earth

O glory to God in heav’n.

 

We carry now the Christ light

for this day and every day.

In homes and hearts we celebrate

the Christ who is our Way.

In peace, in joy, in hope, in love

Christ help us always stay

O glory to God in heav’n and peace, peace on earth

O glory to God in heav’n.


Tuesday, 1 November 2022

"That sounds like a you problem"

I am at present a mother of teens. I am also a lover of language - and the kind of person who picks up words, phrases and accents like a magpie picks up shiney things. (Fortunately the accent thing usually wears off with the end of the phone call to the call centre in South Wales or Newcastle). Being a middle aged woman using teen slang can only be out-cringed by being a middle aged vicar doing it.  But a couple of key and oft repeated phrases in our household are buzzing in my head at the moment and I wanted to take time to relfect on them. These thoughts will undoubtedly in some format be appearing in a sermon near you in the near future.  My parish pubishes the text of all our sermons at www.huddersfieldparishchurch.org and you can find the spoken versions by fast forwarding through our services which are livestreamed on YouTube. Just search for Huddersfield Parish Church, like and subscibe, as the kids say.

Family Language - it's not just bro - it's cuz aand cuzzy too. After the billionth time of saying "I'm not your XXX I'm your mother" - I thought of the brother and sisterhood of humanity - and how good it is to say often, and even perhaps to take for granted, the family-ness of everyone we encounter.

"That sounds like a you thing".  In a world where it feels sometimes like everyone wants to blame eveything and anything that goes wrong on someone else (one of the side effects of communal trauma as it may be) the need to leave things where they belong is important.  We need to not allow others to project problems onto us that are not ours, we need not to project onto others that which is our own to deal with. I find this really helpful in parish life where as clergy we are at the centre of community - often the only paid person working for the church amongst volunteers - and juggling our freedom to manage our own time as office holders with a job that has changed immesurably in my lifetime. We have a tendency to take onto our own shoulders problems that are not ours, and to ignore at great personal cost the things that are ours. Asking myself if something is a 'me' thing or a 'you' thing can only be a healthy question. The flip side of course is that we might be encouraged to think that the only things that matter are the things that directly impact us - our bubble - and that way lies catastrophe. That's definitley a good conversation for another day. 

"Word".  I have never been a person who could say "Word" without sounding daft. Apart from in John 1 obvs.  But when I say something that is true, and good and right, and my teen agrees with me, responding "Word" I feel amazing. Because Jesus Christ is the Word who became flesh - embodied like you and me and all that is true and good and right. It's often simple things that I've said - and when they say "word" they do sound cool (must be their dad's genes). The truth who is God is affirmed in the everyday, as presence, as ground of beging, as foundation. It reminds me that simple and profound are powerful companions in the lives of those who follow Christ's Way. 

Thursday, 8 September 2022

On the death of the Queen - a much loved monarch.

In my role as Vicar of Huddersfield there is much to be done in the coming days to help my Parish community to grieve the death of Her Majesty the Queen, and to support their service to the diverse communities of Huddersfield as we share that grief.
But I wanted to say something for me and something for the not-very-interested-in-royal out there.
She had character. Not weird, eccentric, "tik-toc that" character. The things I was taught character meant. Dignity, grace, elegance, seriousness, wisdom, humour and a hope we can all aspire to.
Her Majesty was the Supreme Governor of the Church of England. So - not the boss-boss - but still in a very real way, my boss. I asked myself when I was ordained if I could in all conscience make a vow of loyalty to a monarch. It's not a system I would choose if we started with a clean slate.
I found that I could - not out of blind loyalty to an archaic hierarchy - but out of true loyalty and respect for her courage and sense of duty and her deep faith. She knew God comes first. It honestly felt like this vow, this expression of loyalty to her, was an expression of God always being greater than the coincidental structures of state.
I said there was something for the uninterested - congratulations if you've hung in this far.
It's been a terrible few years. Our nation has in recent years been fractious, self-critical and self-righteous. We have been wounded, grieving, scared and scarred. We have lost loved ones without the chance for the common decencies of grief, ritual, support and celebration. We have lost confidence in our democracy to guarantee what we thought we had that went without saying; good health care; good education; safe homes; light, heat, food and a shared understanding of the common good.
We have forgotten how to be together - how to let go of the things that divide us.
We should take this chance to cry, rage and mourn for all that seems lost. For the things we took for granted - as we took her stability, consistency and reliability for granted. We should take this chance to weep for ourselves and our nation. To acknowledge all the hurt we have pushed down.
But we should take this chance too to commit ourselves to serving one another to make things better - as she, our Queen, committed herself.
Whatever your "big picture" view of monarchy - Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth has lived a life of service to the common good. She has lived a life of integrity, sacrifice and service that is an example to us all of how to move forward and shape our nation for the better.
I cry for her tonight, even as I rejoice that she is safe in God's loving care. And I cry for myself. I will truly deeply miss all that she was and all she represented (yes, even the weird hereditary stuff - God knows you can mourn weird stuff that you might not agree with).
I will try not to be afraid that we will never see such commitment to serve again. I will, as she did, found my hope in God's strength and promises. I hope I will challenge myself and others to aspire to such service (just a fraction would be amazing).
There is more to life than what is convenient, easy or profitable. We have too often followed the example of those who have been driven by selfishness, greed, profit and individualism.
When the scripture adjures us to choose life, it is a life of compassion, morality, abundance, hospitality, attention, neighbourliness, service..... It is a life of love which is bigger than even our closest relationship - a life that is as big as the all-giving love of the God who made us, loves us, and will welcome us all home.
This is the astonishing breath of love in which my Supreme Governor, Elizabeth, put her faith. Even as I weep tonight I put my own faith and hope in that same breadth of love, the love that Jesus gave for her and for me and for you.

Wednesday, 9 February 2022

General Synod


So this week I am again at Synod. I have been live-tweeting a lot from the chamber. This helps me with processing and distilling the work of the Synod for myself. I hope it also contributes to the transparency which encourages engagement and participation.
This blog is about how it feels as a human to be here, and about balance in all things.
The first time I came to Synod last November I booked myself for all the things. We started early (or you're moving in and out of hotel rooms luggage wrangling) - the programme was full and th learning curve steep. I went to additional evening meetings, and left them exhausted. It was brilliant, obviously, but required a little management. 
So this time I came ready to get out for some exercise first thing, decided evening fringe events could manage without me, but to be present in the chamber as much as possible. So what's the upshot of trying to manage my mental and physical energy as best I can for this?
1. A jog round Westminster at dawn, even a very slow one, should be on everyone's bucket list. Take good headphones. Play your montage music 🙂
2. Being present in the chamber is really important, for the stuff that seems dull as well as the contentious/exciting stuff. Because boilers affect mission. Because the great ideas we lay on our clergy and laity can hinder more than help. It's what the imperfect privilege of being here is about. Be in the room where it happens.
3. I am a tribeless extrovert in a place full of people, many of whom I know (but not that well) and everyone is dashing about being very busy and on their way to the next thing. Combine this with long days and the disappointment of realising there are valuable points of view not being heard in the chamber* because there's just so much being squashed in, and yes, that's this vicar giving herself an early night and a good talking to. 
Our next Synod is in York and we will be on a campus together. I am told this feels much more collegial, and I look forward to it. But I also have a plan. Next time I'm in London for Synod (and might still do it in York), one evening there will be a tribeless place. A sanctuary in a bar somewhere with no pressure, for folks who don't have to dash and might just want to talk through the day. A decompression zone. You won't need a special invite and noone will be canvassing for your vote. 
If it turns out this already happens but noone told me.....🙄



*yesterday there was more than one maiden speech prepared (and request to speak submitted in advance) for the Clergy Remuneration debate, who did not get called. These were really important points about part time working, about women clergy (disproportionately) being pushed into SSM and essentially serving the church funded by a partners income and more.