Tuesday, 28 October 2025

Organising for Hope

Organising for Hope, 28 October 2025


“Organising Across Difference”

Friends,
One of the most extraordinary things about Citizens
            is the way it brings people together across difference,
across faith, race, class, and culture
             to act together for the common good.

In a city like London, that’s no small thing.

We live in a time when difference is often weaponised,
            when people are told that those who are not like them are somehow a threat.

But Citizens shows another way, a way of building trust across difference,
            through shared action and deep listening.

And for those of us in the churches, this isn’t something new or alien.
            It’s part of our calling.

Within our congregations we already practise this
            — learning to live with people we don’t always agree with,
                        to listen deeply,
            and to build community across the lines that so easily divide.

We do it across denominations,
            and across faith traditions, too.

The campaign for the Living wage,
            celebrating its 25th anniversary next year,
is a lived example of how organising can build trust across difference,
            because it draws people into a common cause
            from across the wide spectrum of British society
– with recent immigrants campaigning alongside white working-class workers,
            as they share common cause in seeking fair employment.

In London Citizens, and in the life of the Church,
            we’re discovering that trust grows not from ignoring our differences,
but from engaging with them
            — face to face, story by story, relationship by relationship.

That’s the work of hope: the slow, deliberate building of trust
            that makes real change possible
— in our congregations, our communities, our city, and across the UK.

Organising and the Church: Building a Relational Culture 

When churches get involved in community organising,
            one of the first questions people ask is:
            how does this fit with what we’re already doing?

The answer, I think, is that it fits perfectly
            — because at its heart, organising is about relationships,
            and that’s something the church knows a thing or two about.

The Centre for Theology and Community’shttp:// Organising for Growth programme,
            which we’ve been part of at Bloomsbury,
            has helped us rediscover what it means to be a relational church.

It’s given us tools to strengthen the community we already have,
            and to reach beyond it.

1. Listening and 1-to-1s

A lot of it starts with listening
            — not the kind of listening where we’re planning our response,
            but the kind that really seeks to understand.

In organising, that’s often done through one-to-one conversations.

Now, I’ll be honest
            — in church life, we sometimes find the idea of 1-to-1s a bit awkward.

It can sound manipulative, or utilitarian,
            as if we’re trying to get something out of the other person.

But actually, it’s far more human than that.

I sometimes reframe it like this:
            I want to share a bit of my story,
            and I want to create space for you to share yours.

It’s a mutual encounter. It’s the beginning of trust.
            And it’s something Jesus himself modelled
            — think of his conversations at wells, or by roadsides, or around tables.

When we practise this kind of intentional listening,
            it changes the culture.

We begin to see one another not as roles or functions
            — not “the treasurer”, “the deacon”, or “the newcomer”
            — but as people with stories, passions, and struggles.

That’s where relational power begins to grow.

2. From Listening to Action

But organising doesn’t stop at listening.
            It always moves towards action — shared action.

When we listen well, we start to discern what matters to people.
            And when we act on those concerns together,
            we strengthen the fabric of community.

In church, that might mean responding
            to an issue of injustice in our neighbourhood.

Or it might be something internal
            — addressing the needs of those
            who feel unheard within our own congregation.

At Bloomsbury, for instance, as we’ve deepened our listening,
            we’ve found ourselves drawn into new partnerships
            — with other churches, with mosques and synagogues,
                        with schools and universities —

And we’ve also found ourselves developing relationships
            with those who share the use of our building:
with a hip-hop dance company, three community choirs,
            a night shelter, an organisation that campaigns on racial justice,
            and a prison mission.

Through our intentional relationship building,
            we’ve brought people together who previously shared a building,
                        but who now are discovering shared values,
            and a shared desire and capacity to act in the world,
                        as we learn together how to turn shared values into shared action.

3. The Inner Work of Organising: From Comfort to Courage

There’s another layer to all this
            — the inner work of organising.

Because when we begin to listen deeply,
            and act together for change,
we soon discover that the real challenge isn’t just out there in the world;
            it’s also in here, within ourselves.

Organising invites us to move from comfort to courage.
            It asks us to take risks — to speak up, to lead, to confront power,
            and sometimes to be vulnerable with one another.
And that can feel unsettling.

In church life, we often like things to be harmonious.
            We value kindness, gentleness, getting along.
Those are good things.

But sometimes, our desire for harmony
            can stop us from having the honest conversations we need.

Organising teaches us that tension isn’t the enemy of community
            — it’s often the birthplace of transformation.

There’s a phrase I love from community organising:
            “No change without tension.”
That’s true of spiritual growth, too.

The gospel doesn’t call us to comfort;
            it calls us to courage.

It calls us to step into the spaces where love and justice meet,
            and that’s rarely easy.

I’ve found that this work has changed me
            as much as it’s changed our congregation.

It’s taught me to listen more deeply, to speak more truthfully,
            and to trust that the Spirit is at work in the discomfort.

So perhaps part of building a relational culture in our churches
            is learning to see tension not as a threat to our unity,
            but as a sign that something real is happening
— that the Spirit is stretching us, reshaping us, calling us to grow.

And when we find the courage to stay in that space
            — to listen through the tension, to act through the fear —
we often find that the relationships which emerge on the other side
            are stronger, deeper, and more hopeful than before.

4. Reflection and Leadership Development

Organising also teaches us to reflect on our action.

That’s another area where it aligns beautifully with the life of faith.
            After each action, we ask: What happened? What did we learn?
            How did power shift? What’s next?

It’s remarkably similar to the process of theological reflection
            — seeing where God might be at work,
            and discerning how to respond.

And out of that reflection comes leadership development.
            People grow in confidence and in skill.
They learn to speak, to negotiate, to plan, to act.
            It’s discipleship in a very practical form.

I’ve watched members of our congregation
            discover their voice through Citizens training
— people who never saw themselves as leaders
            stepping forward to lead meetings, speak to power, or coordinate campaigns.

5. The Theology of Relationship: Where the Spirit Dwells

Underneath all of this — the listening, the acting, the reflecting —
            lies a profoundly theological conviction:
            that the Spirit of God is at work in relationship.

When we speak of building relational power,
            what we’re really talking about is discerning
            where the Spirit is moving between us.

In the book of Acts, the Holy Spirit doesn’t only descend on individuals;
            the Spirit draws people together
— Jews and Gentiles, slaves and free, men and women —
            into new and surprising communities of belonging.

That’s what organising does at its best.
            It takes the fractures of our social life
            and says: the Spirit can move here too.

In the church, we can be tempted to think of mission
            as something we do for others — an act of outreach.

But organising invites us to see mission as something we do with others
            — an act of relationship.

It’s the difference between charity and justice,
            between service and solidarity.

And in that process, we discover something of God.
            Because if God is love, and love only exists in relationship,
            then the practice of deep, honest, mutual relationship
            is itself a form of prayer.
It’s a way of entering the life of God.

So when we engage in one-to-ones,
            or build alliances across difference,
            or act together for the common good,
we are not simply being good citizens
            — we are being the Church.
We are embodying the Spirit’s work of reconciliation.

It’s what I sometimes call a sacrament of encounter
            — those moments when we meet another person deeply enough
            that we glimpse something holy in them, and they in us.
That’s what sustains the work.
            It’s what keeps hope alive when campaigns drag on and victories seem slow.

In those encounters, we see the New Jerusalem taking shape
            — not as a vision of heaven far away,
but as a community of justice and peace being built,
            relationship by relationship, in our midst.

In our church this has led to us developing
            a new monthly meeting called ‘Breathing Space’,
where we gather to deepen our relationship with God and with one another,
            creating a context for honesty, prayer, silence, and scriptural reflection.

We have found people growing in confidence
            about how to articulate the depths of their spiritual experiences,
and others discovering a new language of faith
            that gives voice to their doubts and their hopes
            and their deep longings before God.

6. Translating Citizens-speak into Church-speak

Of course, sometimes the language of organising can sound a bit alien in church.
            We talk about power, campaigns, strategy, actions.
            Those words can make us nervous.

But when we translate them, they become deeply familiar.
            Power becomes the capacity to act together.
                        Campaigns become shared missions.
            Strategy becomes discernment.
                        Action becomes faith in motion.

And suddenly, we see that organising isn’t an add-on to the gospel
            — it’s one way of living it out.

7. The Challenge and the Invitation

The challenge, I think, is to let organising reshape the culture of our churches
            — not just as something we do, but as something we are.

To move from being programme-driven to relationship-driven.
            To trust that transformation begins not with grand vision statements,
            but with small, honest conversations.
To believe that when we really listen to one another,
            the Spirit can move among us to build something new.

So perhaps the invitation to all of us
            — whether we’re seasoned organisers or new to it —
            is simply to try it and see how it feels.
Have one intentional conversation this week.
            Share a bit of your story,
            and create a space where someone else can share theirs.

You might be surprised at what grows from that.
            Because when we build a culture of relationship,
            we begin to glimpse the Kingdom
— not as an abstract ideal,
            but as a living, breathing community of hope.


Monday, 20 October 2025

The House of God: Glory in the Darkness

 A Sermon for Bloomsbury Central Baptist Church

26 October 2025

The Dedication of Solomon's Temple, by Jan Luyken (1700)
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=84726118

 

1 Kings 5.1–5; 8.1–13
John 2.19-21

 

We are, I think, a people deeply formed
            by the places we inhabit.

We mark our lives by them.
            The home we grew up in, the streets we walk daily,
            the corner of a café that feels like ours,
            the pew where we habitually sit on a Sunday morning.

Place shapes us. It tells our story.
            And over time, places take on layers of meaning
            — the echoes of prayers whispered, the resonance of song,
            the memory of laughter and grief alike.

Here in The Sanctuary at Bloomsbury, we know something of that.
            This space is not merely a room.
It’s a meeting point between heaven and earth
            — or at least, it gestures towards one.

It’s a place where we bring our full selves before God;
            a place where we remember those who have gone before us;
a place where we gather, week by week,
            hoping once more to glimpse something of glory.

So perhaps we understand, more than we realise,
            why Solomon longed to build a temple.

The reading from 1 Kings opens with Solomon at rest.

After years of warfare and instability under his father David,
            Solomon inherits a kingdom at peace.
“The Lord my God has given me rest on every side,” he says,
            “so that there is neither adversary nor misfortune.”

And out of that peace, he conceives the idea of building a house for God.

There’s something beautiful in this,
            with the instinct to build sacred space coming not in the heat of battle,
            but in the quiet that follows it.

It’s when a community has found stability
            that it can turn its energies towards worship, towards beauty,
            towards imagining something beyond survival.

We might ask ourselves:
            what do we build when the fighting stops?

This is the question of every war-torn community,
            from the cities devastated by the bombings of the second world war,
            to the communities of Ukraine and Gaza,
            right back to the post-exodus community of ancient Israel.

Because Solomon’s project wasn’t only about architecture.
            It was a theological statement.
            He was saying: we are no longer wanderers in the wilderness.

The ark that had travelled from tent to tent,
            symbol of divine presence among a nomadic people,
            would now have a resting place.

The God who had journeyed with them
            would now dwell among them, in the heart of Jerusalem.

Of course, it’s a risky claim
            — to say that God has been housed.

The moment you try to contain the infinite,
            you flirt with idolatry.

But it’s also an act of faith:
            a belief that the transcendent can be encountered in the particular,
            that the eternal can take up residence in the temporal.

Solomon builds not because he thinks he can trap God,
            but because he dares to believe that God desires to dwell among the people.

When the temple was completed,
            Solomon assembled the elders and leaders of the tribes.

The priests brought the Ark of the Covenant
            — that ancient chest that held the tablets of the law —
            and placed it in the Holy of Holies.

And then something extraordinary happened.

As the priests withdrew,
            the story says, a cloud filled the house of the Lord,
            so that the priests could not stand to minister because of the cloud;
                        for the glory of the Lord filled the house.

It’s one of the most arresting moments in scripture.
            Everything stops. The ritual, the liturgy, the carefully choreographed ceremony
            — all of it brought to a halt by the sheer presence of God.

And Solomon, faced with the dazzling incomprehensibility of what has happened,
            utters words that deserve to be lingered over:

“The Lord has said that he would dwell in thick darkness.
            I have built you an exalted house, a place for you to dwell forever.”

Thick darkness.

It’s an extraordinary phrase.
            It upends our assumptions about what divine glory looks like.
We expect light, brightness, clarity
            — but what Solomon encounters is darkness, density, mystery.
The Hebrew word suggests a darkness that can be felt.

This is the paradox of presence:
            that God’s arrival is not always illumination, but sometimes obscurity.
The divine glory both reveals and conceals.
            It fills the temple, yet hides its source.

The same cloud that guided the Israelites through the wilderness
            — a pillar of cloud by day and fire by night —
            has now entered the temple.

It is as if the wild, untamed presence that travelled with them
            refuses to be domesticated, even by Solomon’s splendour.

God will dwell among the people, yes, but not on their terms.

What fascinates me about Solomon’s dedication speech is its ambivalence.

On one hand, he declares with confidence:
            “I have built you a lofty house, a place for you to dwell forever.”

But a few verses later — beyond our reading today — he admits,
            “But will God indeed dwell on the earth?
            Even heaven and the highest heaven cannot contain you,
            much less this house that I have built!” (1 Kings 8.27)

Solomon knows what we must all learn:
            that every attempt to contain God is provisional.

The temple is not a prison for the divine.
            It is a sign, a sacrament, a meeting point,
            but not the limit of God’s presence.

The God of Israel will not be domesticated
            by cedar beams and golden cherubim.

And yet, paradoxically, God chooses to dwell there.

This is the mystery at the heart of faith:
            the God who cannot be contained nevertheless consents to be present.
The transcendent stoops to meet the finite.
            The holy condescends to the human.

In theological terms, we might call this the logic of incarnation,
            the same mystery that will later find its fullest expression in Jesus.

But already, in Solomon’s temple, the pattern is there:
            God makes a home among us, yet remains beyond our grasp.

For us, here in Bloomsbury,
            this passage invites a deep reflection on what our own sacred space means.

The building in which we sit — this Sanctuary —
            is also a testimony to faith across generations.

Its walls have held a century and a half of prayers,
            its floor has been trod by saints and seekers,
            its air filled by song and by silence.

When we gather here,
            we are surrounded by that great cloud of witnesses
            whose faith has sustained this community.

And yet, if we ever start to think that God lives here and nowhere else,
            we’ve missed the point entirely.

This place is holy not because God is trapped within it,
            but because God meets us here.

It is a thin place, a place where the veil between heaven and earth grows translucent.
            But the holiness does not reside in bricks and plaster
            — it resides in what happens between us and God,
            between us and one another.

When we sing together, when we pray for the world,
            when we share bread and wine, when we listen and are changed
            — that’s when the cloud of glory fills the house once again.

And sometimes, as in Solomon’s day,
            that glory may come as brightness
            — a moment of clarity, a sense of peace.

But sometimes it comes as darkness:
            when prayers go unanswered, when faith feels fragile,
            when the future of the church seems uncertain.

The thick darkness of God is not the absence of God,
            but the presence of God in forms we do not yet understand.

So as we continue the slow work of building up our congregation
            — of strengthening the community that gathers in this Sanctuary —
we do so knowing that God’s presence will not always feel luminous or predictable.

But still, God dwells among us.
            Still, the cloud fills the house.

And of course, the work of building a temple never really ends.

The stones may be set, the paint may dry,
            the scaffolding may come down,
but the deeper work, the human work, continues.

Because what makes any sanctuary sacred
            is not only what happens within its walls,
            but what is built between the people who gather there.

Solomon had artisans and architects, stonemasons and priests.

We have something different but no less holy
            — musicians, welcomers, those who make coffee, or look after the PA,
            those who pray faithfully from their homes,
            those who dare to dream new dreams for the church.

Each week, as we open these doors in the heart of London,
            we are engaged in an act of construction.

We build hospitality in a city of loneliness.
            We build courage in a world that teaches fear.
We build community in a culture that prizes the individual.

And what we build here is not for ourselves alone.
            The sanctuary becomes truly holy when its doors are open
— when people find here not exclusion but welcome,
            not certainty but hope,
            not judgement but grace.

In that sense, we are co-builders with God.
            The Spirit continues to fashion living stones into a dwelling place for the divine.

And sometimes, as with Solomon’s temple,
            the glory of God interrupts our work
            — reminding us that what we are building is always larger than we can see,
            and that its true completion lies in hands not our own.

It’s worth noticing that, in time, the temple itself did not last.

It would be destroyed by invading armies,
            rebuilt, and destroyed again.

The glory that once filled it seemed to depart.
            The people went into exile,
            and they discovered — to their astonishment —
                        that God was with them even there,
                        in Babylon, by the rivers of captivity.

The prophets began to say strange things:
            that God does not dwell only in temples made by human hands,
            that God is near to all who call.

The destruction of the temple, painful though it was,
            became the occasion for a new discovery
            — that the presence of God was never confined to one place.

Every community that loses a building learns that lesson in its own way.
            The holiness was never in the stones alone;
            it was in the people, in the promise, in the God who journeys with them.

And so by the time we reach the New Testament,
            the temple has become a symbol ripe for reinterpretation.

When Jesus, in John’s Gospel, enters the temple and drives out the merchants,
            he is not rejecting the temple’s holiness but exposing its fragility.

When he says, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up,”
            he is speaking of his body — the new dwelling place of God.

Here, the mystery deepens.

The divine glory that once filled the temple
            now dwells bodily in a human life.

The Word becomes flesh and dwells among us
            — literally, pitches a tent among us, echoing the tabernacle of old.

In Jesus, the place of meeting between God and humanity
            is no longer a building but a person.
The Holy of Holies now has a human face.

And when that body is crucified and raised, the veil is torn,
            the boundary dissolves,
            and the presence of God spills out into the world.

We, the church, are now called the body of Christ.

Which means we too are called to be a temple
            — a living, breathing dwelling place for the Spirit.

Every act of welcome, every prayer for justice, every moment of compassion
            — these are the stones with which God builds the new temple in our midst.

When some of us from this congregation visited Palestine,
            we went to the farm known as the Tent of Nations,
            where the Nassar family declare that they refuse to be enemies.

And Daoud Nassar said to us that the Palestinian Christans,
            bearing peaceful nonviolent witness to the way of Christ in awar-torn land,
            are the ‘living stones’ – they are the stones of the temple that is the body of Christ.

But what does this mean for us,
            on an ordinary Sunday in the heart of London?

It means that our calling as a congregation
            is not simply to preserve a building, however beautiful or historic.
It is to make of this place a living temple
            — a place where people can encounter the mystery of God,
            whether in light or in darkness.

It means that when we gather in our Sanctuary,
            we do so not to contain God,
            but to be contained by God’s love.

We come here not to show how much we understand,
            but to stand together in the cloud of unknowing,
            trusting that God is present even when hidden.

And it means that when we leave this place
            — when we go out into the streets of the West End,
                        into the offices and universities and hostels and cafés —
            we carry that presence with us.

The temple goes mobile again.
            The glory that once filled a building
            now walks the pavements of London.

Every act of kindness becomes a sanctuary.
            Every word of justice becomes a hymn.
Every life that reflects the love of Christ
            becomes a dwelling place for God.

When Solomon finished his prayer,
            the story says the glory of the Lord filled the temple
            so that the priests could not stand to minister.

Perhaps that’s a word for us, too.

There are times when our ministries, our plans,
            our carefully arranged programmes,
must fall silent before the mystery of what God is doing among us.

Because God still fills the house.
            Sometimes in light. Sometimes in darkness.
Sometimes in our certainty, sometimes in our doubt.
            But always, God is here.

And so, like Solomon, we might dare to say:
            “I have built you a house”
            — not of stone and cedar, but of community and compassion.

And we might dare to believe that God chooses to dwell among us still,
            filling this Sanctuary with glory
— even, and perhaps especially, in the thick darkness.

Amen.