Notices for Sunday 2nd October 2016

Eventually that entire generation died and was buried. Then another generation grew up that didn’t know anything of God or the work he had done for Israel.
Judges 2:10 (Message)

Father God we ask for your blessing and wisdom as we try to ensure that this generation do not grow up without knowing anything about you.
Amen

We welcome our preacher this morning who is Mr David Young
After service tea hosts Val and Betti

Our thanks for the flowers which are given by Norman and Frances Jones to celebrate their 52nd Wedding Anniversary
Organist: Joan McGowan

Sunday 9th October
11.00am          Rev Marian Jones (Communion)
Vestry Steward – Ian
Door Steward – Chris
Tea Hosts – Chris and Joan

Diary Dates

October
Mon 3rd        Funeral for Vanessa Woolrich 1.45pm
Mon 3rd        Alpha Course at Gresford 6.30pm
Mon 3rd        Harvest Supper at Overton 6.30pm
Tue 4th        Every Day with Jesus Study Group 10.30am
Fri 7th         Friday Lunch Club in the Hall. £3.00
Fri 7th         Circuit Men’s Supper in the Hall 7.00pm
Sat 8th         Workshop on Depression in the lounge 9.30am
Mon 10th       Church Council meeting 7.30pm
Wed 12th      Midweek Communion at Regent Street 11.15am
Sat 15th       Barn Dance in the BB Hall 7.00pm
Sun 23rd       Messy Church here at Caergwrle 4.00pm – 6.00pm
Mon 24th      “Time Out” a monthly reflective worship 2.00pm at the home of Barry and Angela Smith
Tue 25th      Coffee Morning at Llangollen 10.00am
Tue 25th      Gift Afternoon at Rhosymedre 2.00pm

Please pray for the following:
Isobel Holroyd
Dorreen Holroyd
Michael Shipley
Keith and Myra Baugh
Evelyn Taylor
Pete and Ruby Kasprowicz

All those who care for those in need.
We thank God for answered prayer and ask that he helps us to understand that all things do work together for good.

A Good Job For A Jewish Boy

Traditionally, rabbis were trained as canon lawyers. In the past they were legal experts and researchers, and in practice they acted as mayors and judges of Jewish communities. Old-time rabbis did not ‘drop in’ on households in the congregations, beam at babies and act as untrained social workers. Traditionally, their congregants did not ‘drop in’ on their rabbis either, they requested appointments. From my Anglican experience, as a student rabbi I did ‘drop in’, but speedily dropped out when such visits were perceived as embarrassments rather than misplaced chumminess.

These were some of those questions:

·      Since so many prayers had been said in vain in the cattle trucks to the concentration camps, why pray?
·      Where was God in Auschwitz? (Many members of my congregations had lost parents, partners, children and family. Some had even been imprisoned there.)
·      Was there life beyond death?
·      Was it right for members of the congregation to make their own ‘pick and mix’ assortment of rituals and precepts from the Jewish past?
·      What about the nice Jewish boy who wanted to marry the nice non-Jewish girl who lived next door or whom he had met at university?
·      Was the State of Israel a Messianic event or a mistake? Should members of my congregation settle in it or, if not them, their children?
·      What food laws should we as a synagogue keep officially?
·      What food laws need we keep privately? Was the latter my concern?
·      Do Jews have spiritual experiences, Christian style? Should a Jewish community, used to cut-and-thrust committee meetings and prayers that stretch like chewing gum, have a shot at meditative silence?
·      Had God revealed himself to us in our valour and vulgarity, our sacrifice, loyalty and laughter? What was his message?
·      Did God only give messages in the past? Were we a Jewish Confucianism, a Jewish ancestor worship?
·      Do Jews struggle on or just put out the lights and get out? Become Buddhists or Quakers or Catholics and make a fast exit? Was Jewish life really possible under the shadow of its far greater daughter religions, Christianity and Islam?

These problems came to a head for me in the late fifties or early sixties. It was in the sixties that Fiddler on the Roof (also known in some countries as Anatevka) was shown in a West End theatre. Jews fell over themselves to get seats for it. It showed the Old Country, the Waym’ that all my grandparents came from, seen through the sentiment and feeling of Chagall and the idealisation of memory. You couldn’t get a seat! I managed to squeeze in because I was becoming a rabbi and had pull. The song that hit us in our innermost parts was called – you can guess it -`Tradition’, and my eyes wept like the rest of the audience as the stage was lit up by the light of Sabbath candles.

While Fiddler on the Roof was playing to full houses, another play, The Bar Mitzvah Boy, i.e. ‘the confirmation boy’, was playing nearby. I went to see it three times. There was no difficulty in getting seats. It gave a pretty accurate picture of religious life in a Jewish suburb, but Jewish suburban people didn’t want to see themselves and their troubled faith as it was in the muddled post-Holocaust present. They preferred ancestor worship and a world that might be imitated but not re-created. As an old cynical rabbi said to me, while he was surveying the packed congregation at the Memorial Service on the Day of Atonement, the holiest day of the Jewish year (standing room only), after I had remarked on the congregation’s piety, ‘Do you think so, Lionel? I think they have come to say memorial prayers for the religion of their forefathers which died.’ I shivered.

Lionel Blue, “Hitchhiking To Heaven”, Autobiography, p122-124

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