
I've got religion, well, I've had deafness, so needed to downsize...
"Who would true signing see,
Let him come hither;
BSL will our constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There's no discouragement
Shall make the BDA relent
It's first avowed intent
To be Signs leader.
Who so beset us round
With sign English stories
Do but themselves confound;
BSL the more is.
No orals can us fright,
We'll sign with giants might,
We will all have a right
To be a signer.
Lip reading nor oralist fiend
Can daunt our spirit,
We know we at the end
Shall sign inherit.
When fancies fly away,
We'll care not what they say,
We'll labour night and day
To be a signer."Today's Sermon comes today from the pretty little church of St Dug on the Mount in Never likely, near Berkshire, which is celebrating it's centenary this year. The congregation is made up of over 16 deaf club memberships from in and around middle England. They are gathered here today not only to celebrate the centenary, which was 36 years ago, but to pay homage to their patron saint St Dug, who lived in nearby Alrek-on-the Marsh, and after whom the church is named, who was himself deaf, and martyred in the 11thc via a very dubious voting system of XCIII-Factotum...
Father MM a recently deaf man who has answered the call (After being asked 30 times), is to officiate today, Take it away Father)...:
"A very good evening to you..... I'm going to start by telling you the same thing Elizabeth Taylor told all her husbands. And that is - I won't keep you keep you long!''. So let us thank the Lord whoever he may be to you, Deaf, deaf hearing or in the shadows whining away, for being here today, my sermon text for today concerns humour and how it helps us all to reflect, that life isn't all misery, boring relations, endless helpings of Unreality TV, and being so out of spirit, you consider SEE HEAR the highlight of the week's viewing, and a few deaths on Eastenders the icing on the cake.
Was it not our very own St Dug who said "Eeeh but owt tis nowt..." Consider for instance, When my son was about three I put him to bed and asked what he would like to pray about. Promptly he answered: "The RNID" We prayed about the RNID and the next morning I asked why he wanted to pray about the RNID ? he replied, "Because you said in your sermon that we should pray for things we don't like", it is the simplicity of the child that makes for innocence lost, and we should all not lose this.
I recall once I was invited to preach at a day centre for an Easter Service as a young layman starting out in the world. Seeing that it was very crowded and sensitive to the time issue, I asked the proprietor, 'How long do I have for the sermon?". He replied, You can preach for about an hour". I was pondering how I could stretch my meagre manuscript, which was "you are deaf just get on with it for God's sake", I soon found out that I was not the only preacher, and the preacher before me preached for an hour, apparently they had run out of sedatives, and daytime TV was off due to a power cut...
How long should a good sermon be? It should be like a woman's skirt, long enough to cover the essentials, but short enough to keep you interested. I recall an elderly woman had just returned to her home from an evening of church services when she was startled by an intruder. She caught the man in the act of robbing her home of its valuables and yelled, "Stop! Acts 2:38!"(Repent and be baptized, in the name of Jesus so that your sins may be forgiven.) The burglar stopped dead in his tracks.
The woman calmly called the police and explained what she had done. As the officer cuffed the man to take him in, he asked the burglar, "Why did you just stand there? All the old lady did was yell a scripture to you." "Scripture?" replied the burglar. It was the axe and two dobermans she had with her....
From children comes real enlightenment, one asked me, father, how long is a million years to God? I replied "it is but a second to God", "How much is a million pounds to God ?", I replied "it is but a penny to him...", the boy then asked, "can I have a penny ?", I replied " Of course, just a second....". I have first good news and bad news. The good news is we now have enough money to retire the mortgage on the church, and repair the stained glass window at last," (A sigh of relief went through the congregation). The bad news is the money is still in your pocket."
I recall last year I was called away for an emergency. Not wanting to leave the confessional unattended, I called this rabbi friend from across the street and asked him to cover for me. He told me he wouldn't know what to say, but I told him to come on over and I'd stay with him for a little bit and show him what to do. My rabbi friend comes, and he and I are in the confessional. A few minutes, a woman comes in and says, 'Father, forgive me for I have sinned.' so I ask, 'What did you do?' The woman says, 'I committed adultery.' so I said, 'How many times?' And the woman replies, 'Three.' I replied, 'Say two Hail Mary’s, put £5 in the box, and go, sin no more.'
A few minutes later a man enters the confessional. He says, 'Father forgive me for I have sinned.' So again I asked 'What did you do?' ‘I committed adultery.' 'How many times?' he replied, 'Three times.' So I said, 'Say two Hail Mary’s, put £5 in the box and go ! sin no more.' My rabbi friend tells me, "OK, I think I've got it", so I leave him to it. A few minutes later another woman enters and says, 'Father, forgive me for I have sinned.' The rabbi says, 'What did you do?' The woman replies, 'I committed adultery.' The rabbi, getting it off pat, says, 'How many times?' The woman replies, 'Once.' The rabbi said, 'Go and do it two more times, We have a special this week, three for £5.'
Before our final Hymn, Four ladies are having coffee together. The first one tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him 'Father'." The second woman chirps, "My son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, 'Your Grace'." The third woman says smugly, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, 'Your Eminence'." The fourth woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three women give her this subtle "Well.....?" She replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6'2" fireman, and part-time hard bodied stripper. When he walks into a room, people say, 'Oh my God...'."
A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high
All across the land, dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born
A silent wish sails the seven seas
The winds of change whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt crumble, tossed and torn
This comes to pass when a child is born
A rosy hue settles all around
You've got the feel you're on solid ground
For a spell or two, no-one seems forlorn
This comes to pass when a child is born
And all of this happens because the world is waiting
Waiting for one child
Black, white, yellow, no-one knows
But a child that will grow up and turn tears to laughter
Hate to love, war to peace and everyone to everyone's neighbour
And misery and suffering will be words to be forgotten, forever
It's all a dream, an illusion now
It must come true, sometime soon somehow
All across the land, dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born
We thank thee lord, for the signs we use, the clubs we attend, the miracle of digital aids, the culture, and for the gift of having a laff no matter how silly it seems... we also pray for the hearing aid battery makers, that they develop a really long lasting one.... Paddy Ladd finds out finally, where the Barber shop is located before he trips over himself, and that followers of cultural activism, find the front door, so they can discover things happen outside as well. Finally, that SEE HEAR stops pinching MM's best ideas then re-releasing them months later as their own. For the Net without which, people would have to think for themselves. Last but not least for those who nod sagely at MM's meanderings, you have 5 minutes before they lock the door and the lights are put out.