Just over a week ago I had a dream that, on waking, left a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. It was an absurd dream.
One of our city cafes has opened up its doors on a Friday evening for sharing poetry. Know me well enough and you know I am drawn to that kind of thing. I confess that I am not always the best listener of poetry. I try but the exhibitionist in me wants to take centre stage and hog the microphone.
In my dream, I was sharing a poem. There was a man with a guitar who said he could put it to music. The tune was lively. Before long, we had a song. It was incredibly singable. There were other poets in the room, and they began adding lines and verses. The song was catchy, and the words were easy to pick up. We sang loudly and people passing by stopped to come in. The chip shop next door emptied and came into the café.
‘We should enter the song into the Eurovision Song Contest.’
We polished it up, insisted that if was chosen, we would sing it ourselves and not be replaced by some hip young pop group. The country, still smarting from the previous ‘nil point’ defeat, concluded we could do no worse, and they liked the song, so gave us the go ahead. We did a short tour of Europe touting the song. We had everyone singing the chorus. It was going down a storm.
We left someone else to organise a dance troupe, if needed, and the magic of the screen behind us. We just sang our song, and everyone in the stadium snag with us.
The scoring began. It didn’t take long for the ‘dix points’ and the ‘douze
points’ to come our way. It was not a song easily forgotten. We were winning
with ease. The judges had voted our song the best song by a mile and when the
public votes were cast, no other song came close to winning. It was a rout.
There wee open topped bus celebrations, flags waving, a crowd singing our song, and an invitation to Buckingham Palace. The queen was hooked on the song too.
And then I woke up.
I can’t think of any year where I have not watched the Eurovision Song Contest. My childhood was spent singing ‘Congratulations!’, ‘Boom Bang a Bang Bong’ and ‘All kinds of Everything’. As our wins became a real thing of the past, I listened to all the conspiracy theories. We didn’t really want to win and hosting the contest was expensive. We had made so many enemies and everyone else had so many friends that we could never win anyway. But that did not really explain the ‘nil points’. Our song choice might not be the winning song but were not as bad as some. We did not deserve the bottom place we found ourselves in year on year.
My romance with Eurovision was stretched to breaking point. Perhaps it was time to leave the stage as graciously as we could.
A friend pointed out that the problem might not be with the song, or with the
numerous enemies we had made or our lack of friends in Europe.
Here comes a three point sermon:-
· We didn’t do the hard work to promote the song in Europe. Too often we were being judged on a first hearing of our song. We had not done the tour to get the song heard and sung in Europe. We did not tread the boards, spent hours on the road, flood the airwaves or sit on the sofas and face the cameras on TV. We expected too much from too little effort.
· We made too little effort to make friends with Europe. On holiday abroad we speak English (slowly and loudly) and look for fish and chip shops. We have very little connection with the language and culture of Europe. We continue to carry our delusions about empire.
· We don’t value the prize enough to want it. We take a curious comfort in celebrating our ‘nil point’ defeat, as if we didn’t want t victory anyway.
I got to thinking. I read this verse from Psalms:-
'Send us out all over the world so that everyone everywhere will discover your ways and know who you are and see your power to save.' (Psalm 67:2 The Passion Translation)
If there was a competition of ‘life stances’ or ‘ways of living’, I think religion comes low on the score board. Christianity gets the ‘nil point’ in UK. The stories are not good ones, not the ones that make the headlines. I wondered if my three point sermon applied.
· Are we working hard enough to promote faith in God.? For some the gospel shared on the streets is a first hearing of for many. We keep our faith private when we should be in the workplace, in the community, on social media talking about Jesus. We do too little to halt the flow of people walking away from faith.
· We make too little effort to make friends with people outside the church circle. The pharisees kept a strict distance form people worried about catching sin. They did not think in terms of holiness rubbing off onto people. We need to be generous with our time and our testimony with everyone.
· The prize? What is the prize we seek? I know that being out there on the streets sharing faith is challenging. But God loves people and Hs door is open wide. When we hold precious the things He holds precious we will be not be stopped by our fears and inadequacies.