{"id":82,"date":"2019-02-04T14:34:09","date_gmt":"2019-02-04T14:34:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/?p=82"},"modified":"2019-02-04T14:34:09","modified_gmt":"2019-02-04T14:34:09","slug":"christ-of-the-scrapheap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/2019\/02\/04\/christ-of-the-scrapheap\/","title":{"rendered":"Christ of the scrapheap"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some things are difficult to move. That&#8217;s when you&#8217;re very glad that Jesus turns up, with his ginger beard and lovely smile. &#8216;Please could I have your dishwasher&#8217; he asks. &#8216;I recycle the metal&#8217;, he exlains. It seems a good idea, along with 2 broken lawn mowers, a broken metal chair, some unwanted chicken wire, an old barbecue, and finally the washing machine that stopped working a fortnight ago. What a lot of stuff!<br \/>\nBob reminded me that for some of the steel works he used to visit as Chaplain in Sheffield it was pre-used metal that was the beginning of the forging process.  Even so recyclers like this door to door collector have collected a lot of negative stereotypes,  not least the name <i>Rag and Bone<\/i> men. This phrase has been doing the rounds for several hundred years and the forbears of today&#8217;s collector mostly lived in extreme poverty. The current incarnation was a strong young man with a medium sized truck. More a dog and bone man, for his cab companion and his mobile. &#8216;Phone me back in 5 minutes&#8217;, he told his caller. Then he heaved the items onto the back of the truck. It&#8217;s not a profession I&#8217;d be strong enough to join.<br \/>\nAfter a further trip to the Oxfam warehouse and then another to the municipal tip we&#8217;d had a morning of encountering Christ, George McLoed style, on rubbish heaps.<\/p>\n<p>I collected in the morning when the day had begun,<br \/>\nI collected at noon and at the set of sun,<br \/>\nI came up your street, a dog on my seat,<br \/>\nAnd collected stuff until the day was done.<br \/>\nRecycle stuff, whoever you may be,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t throw away what can be reused you see,<br \/>\nThe earth is fragile and we&#8217;re making it a tip,<br \/>\nIt don&#8217;t take long to make a recycling trip.<br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n(tune is, Lord of the Dance)<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Scrapheap Christ,<br \/>\nHanging there, flies buzzing,<br \/>\nMay your presence on the rubbish tips of the world<br \/>\nRemind us of our responsibilities<br \/>\nTo reuse and recycle<br \/>\nAnd so tred gently on the earth.<\/p>\n<p>JAL 04.02.2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some things are difficult to move. That&#8217;s when you&#8217;re very glad that Jesus turns up, with his ginger beard and lovely smile. &#8216;Please could I have your dishwasher&#8217; he asks. &#8216;I recycle the metal&#8217;, he exlains. It seems a good idea, along with 2 broken lawn mowers, a broken metal chair, some unwanted chicken wire, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/2019\/02\/04\/christ-of-the-scrapheap\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Christ of the scrapheap&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-82","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/82","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=82"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/82\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":83,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/82\/revisions\/83"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=82"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=82"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/notesfrombambi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=82"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}