In 1762 Alderman William Mott gave £5 p.a. to endow an annual sermon at
Holy Trinity Church, Cambridge. A memorial tablet in the church records that 10/6 should go to the preacher, 5/- to be divided between the minister, wardens and overseers for their trouble, and the rest to go to the poor. The money (I am told) has long since gone (though the poor, the vicar says, are still with them), but the tradition continues as part of the Mayoral Civic Sunday, and this year it is my privilege to deliver the sermon, on a theme close to my heart. (photo © Cambridge 2000)
Thankyou very much for the privilege of preaching for you on this special and historic occasion. Our local civic government is seriously important to us, and we are grateful to those who serve in it, and keep them regularly in our prayers as Scripture says we should. Those prayers today are particularly with our new Mayor Cllr Sheila Stuart in what will be a demanding but exhilarating year, and in her honour I have dug out my own proper episcopal dress, which is still mercifully, I fear, a little cooler than mayoral fur.
Most of the time, of course, both the mayor and I will be dressed as you are, whether that is for undertaking our duties, or digging the garden. I don’t know whether Alderman Mott whose sermon I’m delighted to be preaching today (and whose 10/6 I would once have had) was a gardener, but Jean and I are totally Titchmarshed out after maxing all last week on the Chelsea Flower Show. We’re not born gardeners, but have twice been given large gardens to take on. The first was at a Cumbrian country rectory. It was a damp, sheltered spot and everything green grew like crazy. I used to dream of pruning. Now we have a lovely mature garden in Ely, where we can grow a wonderful variety of flowers and veg and we took ourselves off to the Beth Chatto gardens (pictured) a few days ago and came home well laden with new ones. Her motto is very much getting the right plants in the right places so they just romp away perfectly naturally. It’s a lovely image of how I think God wants it to be for each of us – growing splendidly, each in our own way, because we’re planted as we should be.
The idea of God as a gardener is of course built into the very structure of the Bible. It’s there at the beginning with the Garden of Eden. It’s there at the end in the image of the new Jerusalem. On the wall of the temple in the old Jerusalem, was a great garden vine because that was one of Israel’s main pictures of itself – as God’s vine in God’s vineyard. Jesus picks up the picture in several of his parables, and it was probably in front of the great golden vine that he gave the teaching we’ve just heard today, en route through the temple precincts – not unpoignantly – to another garden, that of Gethsemane.
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