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Someone had to do Something

A monologue from the perspective of Judas, prior to the Last Supper.

I say ‘the perspective’, but it might be better to say ‘a perspective’ as this piece probably has a more compassionate and understanding interpretation of Judas than Christian tradition as always portrayed.


The name’s Judas.
Jesus called me – like he did the rest of us.
I’ve listened to his teaching.
Travelled far and wide.
He commissioned me with the rest,
with authority to heal and preach and cast out demons.

And boy does the world need that.
The evil powers of the Romans,
Influencing everything.
They’ve got the pressure on the temple leaders.
Pushing them into a corner.
Corrupting our religion, our way of life. 
Something’s got to change.

And Jesus’ radical message was one I was wholeheartedly behind.
Down with the Romans and their defilement of our country!
I’m ready to take them on by force.
And there’s others too.
There’s plenty of people who want to see them gone.
I’m ready to rally the troops when Jesus gives the signal.

In the meantime,
I’ve been serving the cause as treasurer for Jesus and the group.
Managing the money,
Making sure we have enough to get by.
It’s hard work – life on the road,
Not knowing whether we’ll have a safe place to sleep each night.

Especially when Jesus doesn’t exactly tell us the itinerary for the week.
It’s hard to plan ahead when you don’t know where you’ll be by nightfall!
And then he goes and disappears to ‘be with his father’,
without even telling us where he’s going!
The number of times we’ve not been sure where he is.
Worried they’ve captured him.

And given how increasingly unsafe it’s been getting,
That’s been really concerning me.

And then walking into Jerusalem,
Boy oh boy I thought it was the moment,
Riding a donkey,
And parading in from the east,
just as Pilate was doing so from the west.
The crowds gathered,
“Hosannah to the Son of David!”

I was getting ready to sound the trumpet,
And rally the troops,
I knew we could do it,
Liberate our people,
And get back to being the community of God we’re called to be.

But then, he went and trashed the temple!
We’re meant to be overthrowing the Romans,
Not our own!
I mean, yes the Romans have a lot of control in the temple,
But trashing the temple,
Think about the optics!
That looks like an attack on our people,
Not the Roman puppeteers who exert their power. 

It was at that point,
I decided that the pressure must have been getting to Jesus.
He was risking everything,
The impetus that’s been building among the people,
That I’ve been building among those willing for an uprising.
Now people were beginning to doubt.

So I decided,
I’ve got to do something.
I’d save the programme.
Steady the ship.
Steer us in the right direction.

And Passover is just the time to do it.
Jerusalem is full of people remembering how God delivered Isreal from slavery of Egypt.
Full of people who will be on right side of the fight.
Now God will deliver us from the oppression of the Romans,
Just like he did for Israel when the escaped Egypt.  

So I quietly went to see the Chief Priests.
Asked them what they wanted,
And they said, if I hand him over to them,
Betray him,
They’ll sort the rest. 
And pay me 30 pieces of silver for it!

Betrayal – that’s a loaded word.
I wasn’t betraying him,
I was just creating the right circumstances for Jesus to do what Jesus came to do.
Revolution.
Reform.
Out with the Roman’s – in with God’s way.
God’s kingdom – come on earth.

So if Jesus is Messiah,
The one who has come to save,
When he gets arrested,
Captured,
They he’ll have no choice,
But to make the call to arms,
And we’ll gathering in great numbers,
Overthrow the Romans,
And we’ll be liberated at last.

And 30 pieces of silver,
That will go a long way to convince the people on the fence about joining us in the uprising.
It’s an added sweetener,
An investment to help the cause.

The Romans will all be taken off guard,
And the revolution will really begin.
It’s not betrayal.
It’s just doing what needs to be done.
Nudging things forwards,
Before the momentum gets lost.

It’s a weight of responsibility.
I feel it heavily.
But it’s the burden I have to bear,
The sacrifice I make,
for the cause of the kingdom of God.
I’ve just got to do something.

Gathering to celebrate

They gathered,
In that upper room,
To celebrate the feast.

A space prepared,
To welcome them,
Together and in peace.

The city
had been stirred,
When Jesus rode in on an ass.

He upturned
Tables in the temple,
And said what would come to pass.

When walking from the temple,
They’d said
‘Look how large and grand’

Yet He’d replied
One day soon,
No stone would be left to stand.

Sun will darken
Moon go dim
Stars disappear from the heavens.

And the powers
and principalities
of all the earth be shaken.

And now he says,
Quite openly,
My time is getting near,

So let us
Celebrate the feast,
It is that time of year.

The disciples
Didn’t understand
All these things he’d said.

They talked together
Pondering
What really lay ahead.

But despite all that,
As was his call,
They’d gathered there as one.

With hopes and fears
Uncertainties,
Unsure what was to come.

So now,
In this borrowed room
They gathered side by side,

To celebrate
The Passover,
With us, God abides.

A short liturgy for communion

Significantly drawing on material in the Methodist Worship Book, this communion liturgy was originally created in 2020 as a short liturgy in for use during the coronavirus pandemic, but I now often use it for home communions, as well as within corporate worship.

I share the PDF and PPT versions here so that it can be freely used by others. I simply ask that if used, attribution to its source is made.

Downloadable PowerPoints

These PPTs include an image of ‘The Elements of Communion’ by Jaques Iselin, from the Methodist Modern Art Collection during the reading of Matthew 26:26-29, and while the elements of communion are distributed.

16:9 Ratio

4:3 Ratio

In Celebration of the Harvest – A Communion Liturgy for Harvest

A communion liturgy created for use for a communion service held within a Harvest Festival.

I share the PDF version here so that it can be freely used by others. I simply ask that if used, attribution to its source is made.

In The Potting Yard

Attending 3Generate 2025 with a group of 36 young people from Gatwick and Mole Valley Circuit, our campsite sat underneath a sign declaring ‘The Potting Yard‘.

As I spent a weekend as part of a team who cared for and nurtured these young people, I found God spoking to me, encouraging me and challenging me through the image of being in ‘The Potting Yard’. This inspired be to write the following reflection.


As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving.

Colossians 2:6-7


In The Potting Yard

In the potting yard,
are pots ready to be filled.
tools ready to be used.
compost ready to be potted.
seeds ready to be sown.

Seeds full of potential,
But need a gardener’s care and attention.
Seeds that need regular watering.
Seeds in need of a gardener who will watch them closely,
watching they don’t get too hot or too cold.
too wet, or too dry.

Seeds that begin to sprout,
But are hugely fragile.
Whose fresh shoots will whither and fade if neglected in these early moments of life.
Whose roots are small, unable to store up many resources for the long term.

The gardener must tend and care regularly.
Must know what their seeds and sprouts need,
To nurture them into growth.

In the potting yard,
are seedlings ready to be re-potted.

Seedlings that are green and full of promise,
Their stems are beginning to strengthen,
Leaves beginning to broaden,
Roots beginning to spread.

They need to new ground,
A larger pot,
Space, free of their fellow seedlings, to be free to grow further.

They’re still fragile.
Especially just after they’ve been re-potted.
Their fragile roots have been disturbed,
And the re-potting could be a moment they wither…
But with the right attentiveness from the gardener,
The new ground brings them new sustenance,
And they begin to flourish and grow.

As roots spread and stems strengthen,
The gardener can begin to step back…
Knowing they don’t need to water every single day.
That the door to the potting yard can be left open,
Pots can be put outside in the sun and left to begin to harden up,
To grow resilience for life in the big wide world,
It’s winds and rains,
The warmth of day and the cool of night.

The gardener doesn’t neglect them,
They are still attentive and caring,
But it is different.
Because the nurturing that been,
Has led to strengthening stems and widening roots,
The seedlings now have more of their own inner resources,
They have their own sources of self-care and sustenance.

In the potting yard,
I am.
Ready to be tended and cared for.
Ready to be nurtured.
To be carefully potted and planted.
To be tended by the all-embracing, loving arms of God the gardener.

To be nurtured by discovering the God given resources that are within.
Those I knew I had, those I didn’t know I had.
To weather the winds of the world,
The seasons of dry ground,
And learn to draw on that which is stored up within.

In some moments,
I feel dry and parched,
In others I look withered, and certainly don’t look of feel my best,
but the nurturing I’ve journey with has given me strength to weather these seasons.

In the potting yard,
You are.
Ever present
Never neglectful.
Tending and caring and pruning and watering and potting and turning and feeding.

And no matter how parched or withered I may think I am,
You always know the moment to quench that dry ground.
To offer sustenance when weary.
Shelter when buffeted by the winds of the world.

You never tire.
You never grow weary.
You are never neglectful.

God my gardener,
Nurture me,
Day by day,
Into the person you have made me to be,
Call me to be,
And know me to be.

Letting go of jumble on the jumble sale

After my wife and I married, we spent 6 happy years as part of Mount Charles Methodist Church, St Austell, Cornwall.

Among the congregation was a wonderful lady named June. She played the church organ and, she was also the proud and seemingly life-long custodian of one of the brik-a-brak stalls at every church fayre. if my memory serves me correctly, it was jewellery, broaches and necklaces and earrings and other shiny things.

As every church fayre approached, the boxes of goods would come out of wherever June stored them, she would lovingly unpack and display the goods on the table ready for sale.

Then at the end of each event, she would equally as lovingly box the remaining items up, and take custody of them until the next church fayre.

The problem was, that bar the odd item, the same items went back into the boxes that had come out. Much of what I would lovingly call ‘jumble’ never got sold, but was kept hold of.

I’ve been thinking about June and her stall this week following last Sundays lectionary reading of John 2:13-25. It is the episode in the gospel story when Jesus upturns the tables in the temple, and lets the animals go free declaring ‘Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a market-place!’

In a dramatic story, Jesus declares the temple had become a marketplace, challenging the unjust trading, and the way was distracting people from God.

The passage goes to to share how Jesus talked of his own body as a temple (verse 19 & 21). The physical temple in Jerusalem was the place God dwelt with Gods people, but Jesus suggests he himself, his body, is a temple, and points us to see that Jesus was a person in whom God dwelt.

Elsewhere in the bible, we read a further reflection on ‘temple’ places where God dwells. In the book of 1 Corinthians 6, we read “do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit?”.

Which brings me back to June and her brick-a-brak. If we are temples of the Holy Spirit – people in whom God dwells – is there jumble on the jumble sale of our lives that needs upturning and taking out? Is there stuff in our lives that distracts us from God?

Sometimes we know there are things in our lives we need to let go of, but we hold on because they are familiar, comfortable, certain, while also knowing they distract us. Perhaps there may even be times when we hold onto the jumble because it is a distraction, and we’re fearful and what God will say when we remove them.

‘Take these things out of here! Stop making my Father’s house a market-place!’

Are we ready and willing to allow Jesus to help us remove the distraction inducing jumble, to make space in our lives and our hearts, for Jesus?

Are we ready to allow ourselves to experience the depth & breadth of his love?

May we be willing to allow Jesus to upturn that which needs upturning, that we might turn to be more fully who God calls us to be.

Advent: A time of Wanting

The 3rd in a 3 part series for the start of Advent

Advent.
A time of wanting.

What do you want for Christmas?
A new bike, a new microwave,
A box of chocolates, but not one with the minty ones in…

This world is filled with wants.

Adverts, telling us what we want.
Watching the news and desperately wanting peace where there is conflict.
Business Enticing us with wants.
Hearing of friends suffering, and longing for them to be freed of their pain.
Supermarkets tempting us with treats and tantalizing tastes.
Wanting to live in a world where the most basic of human needs are met by all in this world.

But how do we distinguish our desires between selfishness and selflessness.
How do we keep our wanting in check with God’s wanting for us?

And in that moment,
advent connects with the climax of the story.
Christs words in Gethsemane echo in our ears:
“Father, not what I want, but what you want.”

Advent.
A time of wanting.

Wanting as Jonah did, inside the belly of a fish, for 3 nights praying, re-orientating himself from his own wants and desires.
Not what I want, but what you want Lord.

Wanting as Mary did, as she accepted the angel’s word: “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Luke 1:38
Not what I want, but what you want Lord.

Advent.
A time of wanting.
Yet – what are we wanting?

A time of watching.
Yet – what are we watching for?

A time of waiting.
Yet – What are we waiting for?

Advent: A time of Watching

The 2nd of a 3 part series for the start of advent.

Advent.
A time of watching.

Watching the news.
Watching the world go by
Watching children, and grandchildren play.
Watching the sun rise and set,
Watching the seas roll and break on the shore,
Watching the trees bend under the weight of the wind

Yes watching, it seems, is not merely seeing.
Watching goes deeper than simply observing and acknowledging what we see.
Watching involves interpreting, it involves foreseeing,
Looking at both the now, and the not yet,
The present and the yet to be.

Advent.
A time of watching.

Watching, as Noah did, for the waters to recede.

Watching as All Israel did,
watching for the Messiah,
But when messiah came, they rejected, ignored, dismissed.
The Messiah that came was not what they had been watching for.

Advent.
A time of watching.

What are we watching for?
Watching for what we want God to do?
Or watching for God’s voice, God’s action in this world?

Advent.
A time of watching.
A time of waiting.

Advent: A time of waiting

The first of a 3 part reflection for Advent.

Advent.
A time of waiting.

Waiting for the bus,
the TV programme to start,
waiting for test results,
for an appointment,
for a child to be born,
for dinner to cook
still waiting for the bus.

Waiting inhabits most areas of our lives, in one way or another.
Sometimes waiting passes by unnoticed.
At others, waiting is a heavy millstone around our necks.

Sometimes waiting can be a joyous and uplifting time,
At others, it can be draining of life.

Advent.
A time of waiting.

Waiting as Abraham and Sarah did, waiting for God’s unexpected and seemingly impossible promise to come true, that in their old age, they would bear a child.

Waiting as Joseph did, rejected by his brothers, imprisoned for years, yet when all hope seemed lost, his liberation comes as he interprets dreams, and finds purpose.

Waiting as the Israelites did, time and time again, for 40 years, to reach the promised land. Waiting for God’s promise to be fulfilled.

Waiting as Mary did, having been visited by an angel, and told she would conceive, waiting for this Christ-child to be born.

Advent.
A time of waiting.

Where I want to live.

I want to live in a world which cares for the lost and the lonely.
Which gives company to the isolated.
That gives hope to the displaced.
That gives welcome to the marginalised.

I want to live in a world that looks after creation.
A world that cares for the planet,
With people who are attentive to how waste is disposed of,
In community which thinks about what world it is leaving for the next generation.

I want to live in a world where people live in peace,
Not just striving for it, not just hoping for it,
Not just holding peace as a golden, yet unattainable aspiration
But wholeheartedly embracing the challenge of living in peace.
Living it out within their communities,
with friends and enemies,
Family and neighbours,
Those we love, and those we struggle to love.

I want to live in a community of love.
Where grace and forgiveness are present in abundance,
A society where sacrificial hospitality and costly generosity are always practiced.
A community which lives in perpetual gratitude and thankfulness.
A community which lives in equality and equity.
Where all human beings are given the dignity and worth that they deserve.

What sort of world do you want to live in?
What sort of society do you want to be part of?
What values do you hope it would live by?

I want to live in a God-soaked community.
A community of love. Of truth. Of hope. Of peace.


An extract from a beginning of sermon for Sunday 12th November 2023, Remembrance Sunday.