Sunday 18 March 2012

Peter Mullen's sermon for Mothering Sunday 2012

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Sermon by Peter Mullen, Mothering Sunday 2012...

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And Mary said, “My soul doth magnify the Lord and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my saviour.”

These are words to call to mind on Mothering Sunday.

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Northern European religion is a rather dour masculine thing. John Updike said, I don’t think God plays well in Sweden. God sticks pretty close to the equator. This has certainly been my experience.

I went to Scotland once, to St Andrew’s to give some lectures to some Scottish schoolteachers. Whether it was that unfortunate combination of pedagogy and Puritanism – or whether it was just the weather – I’m not exactly sure, but they were hard going: people for whom, you might say, jokes were no laughing matter.

St Andrew’s itself seemed rich in history and culture, but even so there was something severe about it: the dirty grey stone of the sparse cottages and the strong east wind.

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Little villages on the coast had attractive names – Anstruther and Pittenween – so I thought I’d drive out and take a look.

They turned out to be so desolate I thought they were the sorts of places where if you looked back at them you might get turned into a pillar of porridge.

Seven miles out to sea and half hidden under the mist was the island of Crail: the place where the Calvinist John Knox put ashore to bring the Scots the good news of their damnation.

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I went to Sweden once as well. It’s very clean in the protestant style where cleanliness is preferred to godliness. The seashore bleak, even beside the little mermaid, her head cut off again by vandals for the umpteenth time. It looked the ideal place for Strindberg or Ibsen to commit suicide.

The massive cathedral in Copenhagen was stony, austere, shouting of the angry God and bellowing Thou shalt not. The nave is full of twice life-size statues of the twelve apostles, but dressed like 19th century mayors of Copenhagen.

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As John Updike says, how different when you go south. I was on the high west coast of Teneriffe a few years ago and I looked down into a cove which turned out to be the seaside village of Candelaria.

The square was filled with youngsters in colourful clothes: girls in white dresses and veils; boys in red and blue shirts. The church was dazzling white and the bells were ringing for a Confirmation. I went in. It was ablaze with light. Candles and chandeliers. Before the altar was the huge, smiling statue of the Black Madonna covered in flowers. The service was joyful, wholehearted – not like the psyched up, faking it ecstasy that you get among the English aisle-dancers.

And afterwards everyone spilled out into the square for flowing wine and plates of fresh seafood, olives, home-baked bread. It reminded me of W.H.Auden’s religious preference when he spoke of Catholic in an easy-going Mediterranean sort of way – lots of local saints.

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I did actually catch a glimpse of this sort of thing in England when I was a boy of eleven.

I was at my grandmother’s house in Leeds, in the front room with the piano and its yellowing ivories, the failed aspidistra and the solipsistic ticking of the unwatched clock. The room was damp and only used for funerals.

But that particular morning I looked out of the window and saw the most wonderful procession. The whole congregation of Holy Family Catholic church passing by. My gran disapproved. Come away from that window! She commanded. She said it was all show, the scarlet woman, the mark of the beast, devilish priests.

But I was transfixed by the girls at the front, all primrose and white. Little boys in their grey flannel suits, the priests in their high quality satanic vestments. Incense boiling among the smoking chimneys and a mixture of Yorkshire and Irish singing Ave, Ave, Ave Maria… And the old ladies in black dresses with lace fringes and veils, crying their eyes out for sheer happiness.

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This is the feminine side of religion and it is embodied in the Blessed Virgin Mary. She is there at all the crucial moments in the history of our salvation. How she binds the whole story together in a tale of cradling and cuddling and comforting. The pictures blend into one another in an epic of tenderness about which the great painters tell us the truth. She holds the Christ-child in his swaddling clothes. She holds him again in the Pieta after the taking down from the Cross.

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We northern Europeans need to rediscover what we have lost, to become possessed again by the feminine vision. We need to remember that our England is Mary’s Dowry and join our forebears in singing of a maid that is makless…as dew in Aprille…

What medieval Christian people knew was that her care for the Crucified Christ became emotionally transplanted into her care for us. If she is the Mother of Jesus, she is surely Our Mother. She is with us in our ordeals.

Not just the painters, but the musicians show this. She is there in our loss. I conducted a funeral for a five weeks old child. The soprano, bless her, sang Schubert’s Ave Maria. And this was right, for Our Lady received and swaddled that little child as she swaddled her own Son. Why do we only think about the truth of our religion? We should feel it too.

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But devotion to the Virgin Mary is not just emotional; it is deeply theological. They don’t come any more theological than St Thomas Aquinas and he said, When Mary said, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord!” it was the sign that a spiritual marriage was to take place between the Son of God and human nature. At the Annunciation, the Angel Gabriel sought the Virgin’s assent to this on behalf of all humanity.

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The humility of Mary is the antidote to blasphemous spiritual arrogance, ancient or modern. She is the vehicle of the true gospel.

Psychologists such as Carl Jung say she represents the feminine principle. No she doesn’t. She is not an idea or a principle or an abstraction. She is. And she is the one in whom the Word was made flesh.

And so we say with her:

Behold the handmaid of the Lord.

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Hail Mary, full of grace. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen


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5 comments:

Sylvie D. Rousseau said...

This is beautiful!
It seems you are feeling the tug of which Chesterton spoke towards the Catholic Church.
I particularly appreciated the humorous description of the grandmother's anti-Catholicism.

Bruce Charlton said...

@SDR - Yes, it is splendid. Peter Mullen is a Church of England priest. It has been, and just about still is, possible to be fully Catholic within the Anglican denomination - I am, more or less.

I attend an Anglican church which has a statue to the BVM, recites the Angelus, prays to the Mother of God in all intercessionary prayers, has annual pilgrimages to Walsingham (for example).

Indeed, in the late nineteenth and early-mid twentieth century (thanks to the Oxford Movement) the Anglo-Catholics were dominant in the C of E. However, they overstepped the line with the 1928 revision of the Book of Common Prayer, alienated the evangelical wing, and from that point the Liberals took-over as the party of unity through dilution and pragmatic secular compromise.

However, the A-C movement is very weak now, and may disappear in reality (if not in appearance) over the next decade.

Gabe Ruth said...

Thank you.

Sylvie D. Rousseau said...

"It... is possible to be fully Catholic within the Anglican denomination..."

Almost, but not quite, you don't have the Magisterium. You probably know that Anglicans may now join the Roman Catholic communion corporately as well as individually (apostolic constitution Anglicanorum coetibus, 2009). Maybe you should consider it.

Anthony said...

"I went to Sweden once as well. It’s very clean in the protestant style where cleanliness is preferred to godliness. The seashore bleak, even beside the little mermaid, her head cut off again by vandals for the umpteenth time. It looked the ideal place for Strindberg or Ibsen to commit suicide."

The seashore is bleak in Sweden? Perhaps it depends on the time of year, or where exactly. I recommend the archipelago outside of Stockholm to start ...

Second, is he referring to the little mermaid sculpture in Copenhagen? If so, that isn't in Sweden - it's in Denmark. Perhaps he just confused the two countries?