News of the Jewells: Christmas 2020 / New Year 2021

It’s back! The cheesy classic from yesteryear!

Rose’s ‘Big’ Birthday Not So Big because of Pandemic

In September, Rose celebrated her 60th birthday. We had plans to mark the occasion with a big party, but the pandemic had other ideas. In the event, we had a series of smaller get-togethers (gets-together?) and very enjoyable they were too. We were particularly pleased that Matt, Jill, Wini and Ellie were able to celebrate with us in the UK.

A new grandchild

In August 2020, Alan and Rose travelled to Berlin. There was some anxiety that we might not be able to fly, given the restrictions of a worldwide pandemic. But we arrived at Berlin’s Schönefeld airport and, to our great relief and joy, were greeted by Matthew, holding baby Eleanor Rose (Ellie). Ellie was holding a sign welcoming her Englische Großeltern (Grandma and Grandpa).

This was not the first time we had met Ellie. In fact, Rose flew to Berlin for the day (yes, from Manchester to Berlin and back in a day) in December 2019, when Ellie was just days old. Alan, Rose, and Lizzy, then went to Berlin just after Christmas.

As well as the joy of seeing Matt and Jill, Wini and Ellie, we also got to spend New Year’s Eve with them and Jill’s dad, Jurgen, and his partner Heike. They have an apartment with a great view over Berlin, which was the perfect place to spend New Year’s Eve watching the fireworks across the city. (They do fireworks in a big way in Berlin.)

Ellie was born on 26 November 2019 and so has now celebrated her first birthday.

MATT, JILL, WINI and ELLIE: ‘If we cooperate, we’ll get this picture over with’

Matthew does something with computers. He’s a freelance IT person and recently had his first job interview conducted entirely in German. It seems to have gone OK.

Worldwide Family Jewells

Of course, our first grandchild, Jonah, lives in Melbourne. No chance of getting there and back in a day. And, in 2020, no chance of getting there at all, or of them coming to us. In fact, the last time we saw Chris, Erin and Jonah was in September 2019, when they came to the UK. We were able to be together with all three of our children for a fabulous wedding (Colin & Anna) and a wonderful weekend at Center Parcs in Sherwood Forest.

CHRIS, ERIN and JONAH: ‘This is the only picture of us together in 2020’

Jonah was born in January 2018, meaning that he will soon be celebrating his third birthday.

Chris also does something with computers. He works for HotDoc, “Australia’s largest and most trusted patient engagement platform”. His job is to stop the baddies getting in to their computers.

LIZZY and CHRIS F: ‘It’s either this picture or one of me stuffing pizza into my mouth’

Lizzy is the only one of our children we can see without anyone needing a passport. She lives in London with Chris. (No, not her brother. This one is Chris F.) Lizzy still works in comms in the charity sector, but she has recently changed jobs and is now Head of Communications and Engagement at Working Chance, a charity which helps women with criminal convictions find a job they can thrive in.

Given how spread out we all are, it’s great that we can keep in touch via video calls. We have been able to link up Berlin, Melbourne, London, and Warrington, on a number of memorable occasions. Alan says, ‘Of course, we were doing video calls with family long before it became popular’.

1000 Mile Challenge


For three years, Rose and I have attempted to walk an average of 2.75 miles a day (not including the steps we normally take). Over the year, this amounts to an extra 1000 miles of walking. In 2018, Alan accomplished this on New Year’s Eve. (Rose joined in later in the year, so didn’t get the total herself).

Re-fuelling at Dunham Massey on a cold December day

In 2019, Rose got her 1000 miles, but Alan missed out due to unplanned illness late in the year. At the time of writing Rose has just completed this year’s challenge and Alan is hopeful of joining her. Alan says, ‘Of course we were doing daily walks long before it became popular’.

Lockdown

In March, just before the first national lockdown, Rose was taken ill with suspected COVID19. No tests in those days, of course, but it seems likely and she was really quite poorly. (Alan probably had it as well but with mild symptoms.)

Alan’s mum, Sylvia, died in April, aged 84. She had been in a care home for 18 months, living with dementia. On 17 April, we were told that she had been taken ill. She died a week later.
Coronavirus restrictions meant that we couldn’t go to see her, or to be with Dad. Dad and Pauline spent the whole of the week locked down with her, so were with her when she died. Her death certificate gives ‘suspected’ COVID19 as a cause.

On the day before Mum’s funeral, Dad, George (now 92), was taken into hospital where he tested positive for COVID19 and was given oxygen. He has since made a good recovery, but not being able to attend his wife’s funeral was clearly a difficult thing for all of us. (The pandemic had also meant that Mum and Dad were apart on their 65th wedding anniversary in March, the first time ever.)

Sylvia’s funeral took place at Gloucester Crematorium on Thursday 14 May. Only four of us were able to be present – Rose and I, Pauline and Bish – but the service was livestreamed. (Dad, in hospital, was unable even to watch the livestream.)

When we got back from the funeral, the care home where Rose’s dad, Austin (92) was, rang saying they were concerned about him. Restrictions meant that Rose was allowed to visit for just one hour the following day. Austin died while Rose was with him. Her brother and sister, Andrew and Celia, were also ‘there’ via video call.

Austin’s funeral took place in St Helens on 3 June. The coronavirus meant that he could not have the church service at St Julie’s that would have been appropriate, and only immediate family were able to attend the crematorium. The funeral cortege, however, called in to the church, where many others had turned up to pay their respects.

It was a surprisingly cold day, but we enjoyed a glass of champagne and some pork pies in the garden.

So, we end the year saying, ‘Here’s to the vaccine and a brighter 2021!’

We hope your muted Christmas will bring you comfort and joy, and that the coming year will hold many blessings.

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Dear Prime Minister

When the lock-down rules started, my mum was in a care home 120 miles from where I live, so I didn’t go to visit her. I understood we weren’t allowed to and that it was for a good reason.

On 17 April, my dad rang to say that mum had been taken ill. He passed the phone to the paramedic attending her who explained that they were doing all they could to ‘make her comfortable’. I knew what that meant, but I still didn’t jump in the car because I understood we weren’t allowed to and that it was for a good reason.

Mum died a week later following a ‘probable’ COVID19 infection. (She wasn’t tested. She just died in a care home.) I wasn’t able to say goodbye, nor to be there to support my dad and sister as they waited at her bedside, locked down with her for a week.

On the day before her funeral, dad was taken into hospital where he tested positive for COVID19. So, in the crematorium chapel there were just four of us. Not the send-off we would have wanted to give our mum, and I didn’t go to the hospital to visit my dad because I knew we weren’t allowed to and that it was for a good reason. Thankfully (and by that I mean, thanks to the NHS) my dad survived and is now recovering at home. I can’t go and see him, of course. I’m not allowed to. It’s for a reason.

Perhaps you could explain to me how Dominic Cummings loves his family more than I do mine. And why his circumstances were exceptional and mine were not.

Yours,

Alan Jewell

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US Election…

That speech in Hamlet where the prince confronts his mother over her appalling judgement in choosing to marry her late husband’s brother: her first husband was a paragon, a man blessed by all the gods. He had it all! This man is a ‘mildewed ear’. He has no redeeming feature. How could she possibly swap that one for this?

“Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor?”

She’s been cheated, playing blind man’s buff.

I’m looking at you, America.

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The Generation Game

Whatever your view on the outcome of the EU Referendum, the polls suggest that 75% of voters aged 24 and under voted for Britain to remain in the EU while 61% of voters aged 65 and up voted to leave. The dividing line seems to be that the group of voters aged under 50 voted to stay and those 50 and upwards voted to go. It’s possible then that if younger voters had turned out in greater numbers, or older voters had stayed indoors on polling day, the result might have been different. Someone has pointed out that those who will have longest to live with the consequences of the vote are those most likely to be dissatisfied with the outcome. An older couple who attend church here – unabashed Daily Mail readers but very nice nonetheless – told me that that they had voted #Brexit and that their children were no longer talking to them. “But we did it for our grandchildren”, they told me.

Some took to Twitter and other social media to complain that younger people had been ‘screwed’ by the older generation. You can, no doubt, fill in the gaps as to why the vote might have changed with the age profile of voters – older people perhaps look back to those halcyon days before Britain’s entry into the European Economic Community in 1973, while younger people have only ever known Britain as part of the EU, and value the freedom of movement that EU membership allows. Whatever the reasons, the vote was dominated by older people who may well believe that they were acting in the best interests of everyone, including the younger generations. But those younger people would have made a different choice.

Which brings me to church. You may have noticed that those who are most active in the life of our churches tend to be over the age of 50… I’m 56 years old and I still often attend church services and other activities where I am one of the youngest people there, if not the youngest. The age-profile of our congregations is significantly older than that of the parish we are here to serve. And that’s just those who have time to attend a service on Sunday. When it comes to getting people active in taking on responsibilities in the life of the church, we’d be lost if it were not for the older generation. At Church Council, we struggle to get younger churchgoers to volunteer. They’re too busy working and raising families, they tell us. So the jobs fall to those who are retired – they have the time to give. In church, we rely on the recently-retired (and not so recently retired) to do the work. And thank God we have them!

Church decision-makers, then, come from the Brexit generation but the decisions we make are on behalf of the whole community, from the youngest to the oldest. I wonder if we are in danger of reproducing the EU referendum: older people making decisions on behalf of younger ones without reflecting their views.

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On This Day…

On this day in 1986, I was ordained Deacon in the Church of England in Dorchester Abbey (that’s Dorchester on Thames, in Oxfordshire, by the way, not the one in Dorset) by the Bishop of Dorchester. That makes today the 30th anniversary of my ordination. 

Yesterday, the 29th anniversary of my ordination as a Priest in the Church of England, I had my toughest gig ever – officiating at the funeral of my brother, Nic. Nic was not religious and it was a non-religious funeral, but his wife and sons asked if I would conduct the ceremony. After some agonising, I said I would. Because they asked me, and, you know how when someone dies, people say, “If there’s anything I can do…”  It was clear that there was something I could do: take some of the skills and experience gained over thirty years of taking funerals and use them to support the family at this dark, dark time. And, if I’m honest, it occurred to me that I would rather be stood at the front making it happen than sat down listening to someone else do it. I was reasonably confident that, if I could hold it together, I could do as good a job as anyone. And I think that’s what happened. It was tough but I think I did it as well as anyone could. 

Given that it was a non-religious service, I couldn’t fall back on familiar words, so I put together something that I thought would fit the bill. It had to provide family and friends with the opportunity to pay their respects, say their goodbyes and celebrate Nic’s life, as well as acknowledging their pain, expressing their support for one another and considering what this funeral might mean for the lives we go back to. All without mentioning heaven or Jesus. 

We came in to the crematorium to Frankie Valli’s ‘The Night’ – a Wigan Casino Northern Soul classic.  After words of introduction from me, we shared family memories. I read words from Laura, Ruby and Ben, and Alex delivered his own tribute. There were more swear words than I usually find in church funeral services. 

We then listened to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, which Nic discovered on a 78RPM record retrieved from our uncle Terry’s collection. Nic said he wanted it played at his funeral because it would have everyone in tears. And that’s what happened.  I then offered a (non-religious) reflection. It turns out, I suggested, that love really is the only thing that matters. An insight shared by Nat King Cole’s song, ‘Nature Boy’ (as performed by David Bowie in the film, ‘Moulin Rouge’) and, as it happens, the bible. 

I took the opportunity to remind the congregation that one in four of us will suffer from mental health issues and to encourage people not to suffer in silence but to seek help. I pointed out that donations in Nic’s memory could be made to the Alzheimer’s Society.

I felt we should have a reading of some sort. Obviously, in a religious service this would have been from the Bible. I asked family for suggestions but none was forthcoming. In the end, I shared a passage from the only book I remember Nic reading, ‘Stig of the Dump‘. 

For the commital, we listened to Public Image Limited’s ‘Big Blue Sky’. Laura had asked for the curtains to remain open, as she was not ready for the ‘finality’ of losing sight of the coffin, but I suggested we used the time silently to say our goodbyes. After that, my closing words were to invite everyone to continue the celebration of Nic’s life, and to show their support to the family, by gathering a the Wootton Hall Social Club. We left the chapel to The Tams’ ‘Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy’. It’s a bit late for me to be young, but I think there’s still time to be foolish and – eventually – happy. 

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Pentecost 2016

Picturing the Spirit of God as fire, water, wind and a dove!

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Humans of Warrington…

There we have it – proof that I am human! Not that they took DNA samples or anything. But there I am in the Warrington Guardian (3rd September 2015) as an example of a human being.
I’m so proud of myself right now.
Click on the link to read the article in all its magnificentness.

Humans of Warrington September 2015
Humans of Warrington

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Walking Day…

As you know, I am about to experience my very first walking day… but it is entirely possible that it will also be the last, at least in anything like its current format.

As I understand it, the idea of a walking day is that it is a public act of witness to our faith. As such, it involves walking on public thoroughfares which requires traffic management measures and road closures. In the past this has been done with the support of the police, through PCSOs. That support is no longer available. Barbara Hamilton has been working very hard, liaising with the Borough Council and the Highways Agency, to ensure that the walk can go ahead. But we have been told that it will only be possible if we engage a traffic management company, at an estimated cost of £500-600. The school are also concerned about holding the walk without a police presence.

So, where is the £500-600 to come from? We will take a collection at church and there will be some income from the tea room, but I’m not sure how far that will get us. If we (the church) decided simply to pay that from our own resources we could safeguard the walk this year, but what about next year and the years after that?

We also need a minimum number of volunteer marshals to line the route. I’m not sure that we have found them yet!

As you may know, Stockton Heath faced a very similar dilemma – as reported in the Warrington Guardian. In the end, the event went ahead, but it’s a salutary warning – we don’t have the resources that the combined churches of Stockton Heath have.

I don’t want to sound alarmist or defeatist, but these issues will need to be addressed if walking day is to go ahead on Saturday and in subsequent years.

Comments and suggestions welcome!

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He Ascended into Heaven…

Today is Ascension Day. It doesn’t quite have the ‘box office appeal’ of Christmas or Easter, but it’s an important part of the story of Jesus and his church.

Ascension Day is the 40th day after Easter and marks the end of the stories of Jesus’ resurrection appearances, and his return to heaven. As the Apostles’ Creed puts it:

he ascended into heaven,
he is seated at the right hand of the Father…

If we believe that heaven is “up there”, then it’s obvious that if Jesus is going to heaven, he will need to ‘ascend’. But it’s a tricky one for us to visualise if we don’t think of earth, heaven and hell like three levels of a multi‑storey car park. (Or like using the lift in Grace Brothers’ department store: “Heaven? Going up!”)

It was John Lennon who gave us the phrase, “above us, only sky”, which has become the tagline for Liverpool’s airport. And before him, Russian cosmonaut, Yuri Gargarin, the first man in space, is supposed to have said “I looked and I looked but I didn’t see God”. (This quotation might not have come from Gagarin, but may have been attributed to him by the Soviet propaganda machine.)

Most of us probably don’t really think of heaven as being “up there”, so what exactly did happen to Jesus, and what did the disciples actually see? If they had had a video camera, what would they have been able to record? It’s difficult, isn’t it?! But however we try to visualise that event, its meaning is probably easier to grasp. We talk about ‘looking up’ to someone we admire; someone may go ‘up’ in our estimation. And when we talk about God, we use similar language, but even more so: “Glory in the highest heaven”, we sing. So when we talk about Jesus as going ‘up’, what we mean is that he is where he belongs, in the place of honour. The New Testament talks about Jesus as

“the one who also ascended far above all the heavens”.
(Ephesians 4:10)

We honour Jesus as the one who gave up his life for the world and whose sacrifice is vindicated by God:

And being found in human form,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to the point of death—
even death on a cross.

Therefore God also highly exalted him
and gave him the name
that is above every name,
so that at the name of Jesus
every knee should bend,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue should confess
that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.

Another tricky question, for those with a literal turn of mind, is, Where is Jesus’ body now? The answer is “in heaven”. Again that is difficult to visualise! But whatever we make of it, there is something rich and profound about this idea of Jesus’ humanity being in heaven, “at the right hand of the Father”. One of my favourite hymns, Crown Him With Many Crowns – a great hymn to sing at this time of the year – puts it like this:

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.

I find that very encouraging, to think of Jesus’ body, glorified and in heaven, but still carrying the marks of his passion; to think that his wounded humanity is ‘there’ in the highest heaven… And that “he ever lives to intercede for us” (Hebrews 7:25) who live ‘below’ and struggle with our wounded humanity.

The story of Pentecost completes the circle: this Jesus who lives ‘above’ sends his Spirit to us ‘below’, so that we can know his continuing presence, his love and his power. As well as being in heaven, Jesus is here, with us, closer to us than the breath we breathe.

The Spirit makes us the Church: those who worship a Saviour, risen, ascended, glorified, who takes his humanity to the highest place, and whose Spirit dwells in our mortal bodies (Romans 8:11).

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Pentecost!

American Baptist preacher (and sociologist – but don’t hold any of that against him), Tony Campolo, tells the story of a man being given a tour of an oil refinery. He sees the various processes involved in getting the oil and turning it into fuel. At the end of the tour, he asks a question: where is the shipping department? His tour guide asks, What shipping department? The man clarifies his question: how does the fuel created by the oil refinery get out into the world where it can be used? The tour guide replies:

“You don’t understand.
All the fuel we produce is used to run the refinery.”

Campolo says the church can be like this. We have resources but we use them all to run the church, instead of serving the world.

At Pentecost we see the outpouring of God’s Spirit, creating the church. God gives us all the resources we need, not just to run the church but to serve the world. The disciples were devastated by the death of Jesus on the cross and bewildered by his resurrection. The Risen Christ restores them and re-establishes the community he created. But they are told to wait until they receive God’s power. This will transform them so that they can be witnesses to Jesus (Acts 1:8).

On the day of Pentecost, the Spirit comes to them in powerful elemental form – like wind and fire. The Spirit breaks down barriers and enables them to communicate with others, to speak of what they have witnessed. Not everyone is impressed, of course. Some ridicule the whole idea. But some are touched by the message – cut to the heart (Acts 2:37) and want to know how they should respond. Peter tells them they are to “repent and be baptised”. And the church grows.

We have got used to the idea of the church in decline. But that’s not how it needs to be. Perhaps we spend too much time running the church for our own benefit, turning it into a club for people like us – using all the fuel to power the refinery. What would it look like for the Spirit of Pentecost to come to Stretton, Appleton and Appleton Thorn? I’m not suggesting that our churches become ‘pentecostal’ or ‘charismatic’ – although that is part of my own background – but what would it mean for us at St Matthew’s and St Cross to be transformed by the Spirit, breaking down the barriers to communicating the gospel, taking us out from our Sunday worship “to love and to serve the Lord”?

I’m writing this between our two parish Annual Meetings, at which we elect Churchwardens and Church Council representatives, and appoint sidespersons. We also receive the annual report which paints a picture of how we have lived our life as the church, and the accounts which show how we have used the (financial) resources entrusted to us to support our vision. My thanks to all who give their time, talents, energy and money, to make the church live in these parishes.

It’s also a good time to ask what next year’s report, covering the current year, will look like. More of the same? A little trickle of declining numbers? Or life and growth powered by the Spirit, turning us into witnesses to Jesus, making us the church, and sending out to love and serve the world?

That’s what we pray for!

Holy Spirit, sent by the Father,
ignite in us your holy fire;
strengthen your children with the gift of faith,
revive your Church with the breath of love,
and renew the face of the earth,
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Alan

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