The Passing of Canon Cherry to Durham Cathedral
This evening I am full of the wonderful sense of community that living in Loughborough brings - my friend Stephen Cherry - has after 12 years - accepted a post at Durham Cathedral and tonight a really wonderful service took place to mark his passage along with his wife Maggie. Stephen was, in the early days, on the board of the organisation I work for - Charnwood Arts - and was always such a great and insightful person to have around - I think - as I'm sure so many people do - that my love and appreciation of them has become all the keener by the relative suddenness of their going - it kind of felt like things would just go on forever!
The occasion, as is often the case in Loughborough, involved members of many other faiths and cultures celebrating and sharing in our common values and aspirations together as a community .
Stephen had asked me to say something - at first I felt a little nervous - I knew there would be hundreds of people - but he put me at my ease - by 6.15 this evening I still hadn't written anything but by half an hour later I had written something inspired by the approach of Kahlil Gibran. Something that spoke of Stephen and his ministry but also something of the common humanity which binds us all irrespective of religion or belief - something that is alive in our hearts.
After a few words about Stephen and Maggie and a couple of cherished memories this is what I said:
…and the prophet came to the people of the town
and they beseeched him to talk of love
….and he replied -
“Love has come amongst us as reliable
and as changeable as the weather ,
as constant as the moon and sun,
as varied as the wind and rain
and wherever it goes its presence will be felt,
whoever it touches will know it’s mark,
if even only for that moment
…and so it passed that he walked amongst us
and so too all his disciples there after,
spreading his words and his spirit
and that of his Father
and when their hands touched those of another,
when their eyes met with those of their flock,
love was there too,
love was there at their birth into this community,
at their coming of age,
in their ill health and sadness,
in their joys and celebrations of being a community,
even in their trials and disagreements
…and of course, at their deaths.
Love held the hand and cradled the heart,
cherished the weak and the strong,
cradled us in our weakness
and celebrated our strength,
love came with a smile
and consternation on it’s face,
love came as silent witness
and as a force for change,
and as the sun and moon are constant,
and as the wind and rain are ever changing
love was with us at all times.
…and good people,
love welcomed love unto itself,
welcomed this stranger as a brother,
love opened it’s heart as we opened our doors
and lives and thoughts,
opened our weaknesses and our strengths
……and now as this love parts from us,
we are whole in love,
for as the sun and moon are constant
and as the wind and rain forever change ,
love is always with us – always with you……”
and the people said “tell us of his passing”
and the prophet replied
“he was always destined to move on and be with you always”
and the people fell silent
for in their heart of hearts
they knew this to be true
and that they too were love,
touched by his passing
and that he was love
moving on
touched by them too.