Sermon:
Sermon: Christ the King, 25th November 2001

“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom”

In the name of the +Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen


Last Sunday, we celebrated Prisoner’s Sunday, and we prayed for all imprisoned, their families on the outside, and those who work in Prisons. It was a day which I always recall gladly, as whilst I was engaged in my Theological training at the College of the Resurrection, I worked on placement for a month in a prison in Doncaster.

It was a placement which I faced with some anxiety, as it was a Category A prison, and I had up until then, little contact with prisoners. HMP Moorlands was a combined Young Offenders and Adult Prison, and characteristically housed a young adult population: virtually the entire prison population was aged between 18 and 25, many serving long-term or life sentences.

HMP Moorlands was, for me, a major formative experience, and I grew to understand how important, no, how essential the Christian mission in prisons is: the Prison chaplain is possibly the last hand of hope to many who have fallen to the depths of society. Young men who have done wrong, and who therefore seek no excuses for their wrong doing, but have come to this desperate situation usually as a result of addictions to alcohol or more commonly to drugs; youngsters usually the product of a breakdown in family life and who entered into successions of short-term, uncommitted and ultimately unsuccessful relationships – it was a sad reflection that those who have the complex family arrangements: multiple children from multiple mothers, breakdown and disaffection, lack of parenting and so on, those who have the complex family arrangements are those least equipped in society to survive them. They are lads for whom society wishes to give up. The reactionary voices of old conservatism or new labour (of which there is no discernable difference) cry that they should be locked up and the key thrown away.

So, locked up they were. Despite what the tabloids may suggest, life in prison is no bed of roses: it is dehumanising, dehabilitating and even a little soul destroying; and this is where the Prison Chaplain comes in, the extend the Christian hand of friendship to people of whom society has little time for, and to see the face of Christ in each individual in prison.

Why speak therefore of prisons and of prisoners, if St Leonard’s Day (the patron saint of prisoners) was last week? For this reason: while I was there I led a bible study for a group of 25 young men, all of whom wanted to be there. We were studying the Gospel text appointed for this morning, and they revealed to me in an almost epiphanious moment, a blinding truth.

I mentioned during the study, that this pericope, this section of a bible story, was the only one where Jesus was directly addressed by his own name, elsewhere he is always “Rabbi”, “Master”, “Lord”. Here he is addressed as simply “Jesus”.

I pondered aloud