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  • Good News for Modern Man – or Good News for Post-Modern Persons?

    I recently spent a while reading the Good News Bible. It isn't a translation I often use, to be honest I think it lacks a couple of dimensions that are important to me in the Bible I read. Now this is going to sound at best pedantic, and at worst pompous, but it matters to me that the Bible I read retains a sense of mystery, that the words are precisely not the simplest most familiar words in our language. It matters that the literary skill and spiritual subtlety and intellectual dynamism of the texts are not drained off in the interests of in your face this is what it means. The Bible has depth as well as breadth, mystery as well as meaning, requires rich texture rather than thin fabric. This collection of literary texts ranges from poetry to story, prayers to curses, lament to love song, parable to philosophy, from gospel to history, biography to theology. It is the Word of God for goodness sake.

    Now all that said. I remember the sheer joy as a new Christian when I bought my first Good News for Modern Man New Testament at a Christian Endeavour Convention. Come on, if that doesn't place me in the rocking 60's what does!! I read it through like a novel, it helped make sense of some passages that puzzled me in my recently bought black leather, zip fastening Authorized Version. For a while I read them in tandem, and liked some bits of one and preferred some bits of the other.

    Eventually through the kindness of a Faith Mission pilgrim called Margaret, I was given a wide margin RSV the size of a paving stone! That became my desk Bible and I still love it, use it, but decline to lug it into the pulpit the way I used to. However by the 1970's the NIV was becoming the translation of choice for evangelicals. I have often been troubled by the idea of a translation suitable for evangelicals, or catholics, or any other denominated tradition – a translation stands or falls on its accuracy and faithfulness to the text, not on whether translational decisions coincide with preconceived ideas of what a text means.

    Still, for years I've read and preached from the NIV, though mostly now I use the NRSV for a whole lot of reasons. I do wonder how many now use the Good News Bible. I wonder too, if the desire to be contemporary, to reduce the Bible to the language of 'modern man' is a self defeating exercise because the language of the 60's is 50 years ago now. And I shudder at what a translation called the Good News for Post-Modern Persons might read like….

    2-Bible-illustrator-Annie-Vallotton-©-American-Bible-SocietyI was reading the Good News Bible because I miss the pictures. Those line drawings by the Swiss artist Annie Vallotton are amongst the most evocative, suggestive, funny, moving and subtle delineations of biblical text of any I know. I wouldn't be without them; sometimes they are the best exegetical comments I can find.

    I was reading Malachi, and the dancing figure illustrating the sun rising as God's blessing on a world promised a different future, is just the right fit of mood, hilarity and faith. Go find a Good News Bible and look at it – then flick through and have a look again at the work of this brilliant felt tip pen exegete.

    The picture is of Vallotton on tour in the United States in 1966. She died on December 28, 2013 at the age of 98. I hope she was often told that her drawing s have been a means of grace, and windows into sacred text.

  • Elizabeth Jennings, Friendship

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    This is a favourite poem. Jennings often found words for those experiences and gifts in human life that make us feel most fully alive. Was she an easy person to befriend? Did she live what she wrote here? Was she celebrating the reality, or wishing it were so? 

    The psychology of friendship is subtle, complex, fluid, a combination of affections ranging from love and commitment to laughter and trust. Friendship means going with the other into the deep places of loss and joyfulness, is given stability by faithfulness and kept durable by the mutual exchange of presence, words and the gift of the other. Few gifts are more wrapped in mystery than two human beings who understand each other enough to appreciate the wonder of such a thing being possible. There is something of grace, of undeserved blessing in the kind of friendship Jennings describes.   

     

     

    Friendship, Elizabeth Jennings.

    Such love I cannot analyse;
    It does not rest in lips or eyes,
    Neither in kisses nor caress.
    Partly, I know, it’s gentleness

    And understanding in one word
    Or in brief letters. It’s preserved
    By trust and by respect and awe.
    These are the words I’m feeling for.

    Two people, yes, two lasting friends.
    The giving comes, the taking ends
    There is no measure for such things.
    For this all Nature slows and sings.

  • The Joy of Browsing Your Marginalia

    Marked in the margin of Kathleen Norris reader's digest on Benedictine spirituality, Amazing Grace, about 15 years ago, and now revisited on a whim:

    Every atom in our bodies was once inside a star…..

    It was a presence not a faith, which drew Moses to the burning bush. And what happened there was a revelation, not a seminar.

    A praising of God is what laughter is, because it lets a human being be human.

    The response to poetry is like dropping a rose petal into the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

    Perhaps the greatest blessing that religious inheritance can bestow is an open mind, one that can listen without judging.

     

  • Reading and Feeding from the Book of God

    I remember reading F W Dillistone's biography of the NT scholar C H Dodd, one of the luminaries of British biblical scholarship in the mid 20th Century. It is an affectionate if not uncritical account of a scholar gentleman who brought textual precision, historical alertness and intellectual faithfulness to his teaching and writing. His commentary on John's episteles is still a delight to read – yes, that's right, it is one of those commentaries that can be read as a running commentary on the text.

    Dodd chaired the translation committee for the New English Bible in the 50's and 60's, and was known to begin each session with a prayer which included these words, which should be the prayer of each Christian scholar wrestling with the richly layered textures of Scripture:

    "Give us keenness of understanding, subtlety of interpretation, and grace of expression."

    That's not a bad one liner to be said each time we open our Bibles and ask, "What do these words mean, and how should I then live?"

    DSC01550It so happens after reading the article on C H Dodd ( in The Dictionary of Major Bible Interpreters – a treasure house of solid information, biographical interest and in house gossip) – anyway, after reading it, I was raking around in another book – this time on  Benedictine Spirituality and Lectio Divina, and I came across Cranmer's Collect about reading the Bible –

    Blessed Lord, who hast caused all holy Scriptures to be written for our learning; Grant that we may in such wise hear them, read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest them, that by patience, and comfort of thy holy Word, we may embrace, and ever hold fast the blessed hope of everlasting life, which thou hast given us in our Saviour Jesus Christ.

    So the Congregationalist Dodd and the Anglican Cranmer remind us that when we life a Bible and read it, we are holding living words, to be read with mind and heart alive and alert, attentive and responsive, requiring obedience as well as illumination.

    The photo is of a battered old pulpit Bible, lying in a pew in a rural country church in Aberdeenshire. Looks as if someone took Cranmer literally and chewed it up! It bears witness to the nature of words, whether printed, spoken, read or preached. And maybe, just maybe, all the cultural dismissiveness, complacency and non-awareness of the Christian rootedness and biblical echoes in the flux and confusion of contemporary philosophies of life, would be counter-balanced by Christians being faithful in their reading and feeding from the book of God.

  • Alzheimer’s, Christmas Cards and the Yoke of Christ

    Over at the blog Faith and Theology, Kim Fabricius has his now regular doodlings on life, faith and disbelief at what Christians get up to, think, and how we sometimes behave in ways that bring Jesus into disrepute!

    Amongst his later comments I found the following poignant, pointed comment about what matters, who matters and why.

    Want to pare your Christmas card list? Ask yourself: if I am afflicted with Alzheimer’s disease, who will come to visit me, sit with me, stay with me, speak my name, talk about the old days, and, above all, tell me how wonderful it is to see me?

    In one of those strangely compelling connections of thought we sometimes have, I remembered Jesus words about who to ask for dinner. Not those who can reciprocate, not those who will even appreciate, but those who can't pay back, those who may not even notice your kindness they are so hungry. Or those who no longer recognise you, have no way of remembering your kindness from one minute to the next, and therefore for whom friendship as the collected memories of love, companionships and shared life, now has to be lived in the present moment. So ask those who will never know it was even you – better still, visit those who don't even know who you are and why you are there. And perhaps, then our kindness, compassion and mercy is the beginning of that habitus of friendship that is something of what it means to accept Jesus' own invitation to "take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am gentle and lowly of heart, and my burden is light, and you will find rest for your soul" – [and perhaps, through you, so will others]

    And maybe going back to the Christmas card list, I want to make sure there are the names of those who will not send me one, may not even know any longer who I am or what a Christmas card stands for. But I do, and somewhere in that mystery we call love, such otherwise pointless gestures taken on the significance of sacrament. And that sacrament becomes the more redemptive of friendship if it is embodied because I take the card rather than post it.

     

  • Prayer, the Ordinary, and Seeing the World from God’s Point of View

    In a desultory hour this afternoon I went looking for my old friend, Abraham Joshua Heschel. I'd been working on the Christology tapestry, which is very close work and I needed a rest from peering and precision, staring and stitches, colours and choices. The Heschel anthology, I Asked For Wonder is a one-stop dispensary of spiritual wisdom and food for thought.

    Worship is a way of seeing the world

    in the light of God.

    We do not step out of the world when we pray;

    we merely see the world in a different setting.

    The self is not the hub,

    but the spoke of the revolving wheel.

    In prayer we shift the centre of living

    from self-consciousness to self surrender.

    God is the centre toward which all forces tend.

    He is the source, and we are the flowing of His force,

    the ebb and flow of His tides.

    Prayer takes the mind out of the narrowness of self-interest,

    and enables us to see the world in the mirror of the holy.

    …….

    See what I mean – spiritual wisdom and food for thought. A re-orientation of priorities; a reconfiguration of thought; a necessary change of perspective; a letting go in order to be free; an expansion of the heart by photosynthesis in the light of Divine Presence.

    Few writers I know combine the enjoyment of God with such reverence, or see so sharply and persistently the reality of God underlying the ordinary. To use Tillich's phrase, which Heschel would have accepted with some qualification, prayer is to live in constant attentiveness to the One who is the Ground of our being, and whose love and mercy are cause for wonder, thankfulness and worship.

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    The photo was taken at St Cyrus. In an odd juxtaposition of Blake and Heschel, it nicely illustrates the Heschel's way of viewing the world.

    To see a world in a grain of sand,
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
    And eternity in an hour.

  • Prayer for Needleworkers!

    DSC01286 (1)I like this prayer. Probably because I spend considerable spare time with stranded cotton and canvas, weaving and inweaving. Also because only when you discover the infinite options of mixing a couple of dozen six-stranded threads do you realise that diversity of shade and tone and colour make for richness of texture, surprising juxtapositions, clashes, harmonies and always the valuing of what is original, different and fun. Likewise with people, relationships and the life we are given to live.

    Go-between God:

    inweave the fabric of our common life,

    that the many coloured beauty of your love

    may find expression in all our exchanges.

    Jennifer Wild

    The Shalom Tapestry was completed Autumn 2013, and was worked over six months. Each panel portrays a Psalm – the inweaving of colour was a form of contemplative prayer, slowed down musing on the meaning of the texts

  • The Glimpses and Whispers of the Creator Redeemer

    DSC01041Yesterday, how pleased and blessed was I……

    In one corrdor at University I met three friends coming the other way, one after another, all hurrying, all going to the same meeting,all tight for time, and all stopped to say hello.

    The day before left my glasses on someone else's table and went to retrieve them, and had a surprise catch up with someone I didn't expect to see whose company is always a benediction on the day.

    In class we were thinking about monastic spirituality, and about the dispoitions of simplicity, stability, listening and hospitality – and we wondered what Baptist church meetings might be like if these were the four dispositions that governed words, thought and behaviour?

    On the way home near Auchterarder, a lapwing doing "summersaults" in early spring. Few birds can do aerial acrobatics with such consummate ease and the sunlight catching the black, white and green shimmer of the plumage…praise in motion.

    At the Mearns around Laurencekirk, a sunset in my rearview mirror that was so distractingly beautiful I stopped at the lay-by and watched. The brilliant orange filtering through early evening haze, the hill line awash with warm Turneresque tones, and the blades of the windfarm no longer geometric gray but a golden mobile contradicting the fading of daylight.

    All of which lifted the heart and reminded me of this hymn I haven't sung for a hundred years – but would like to!

    1. How pleased and blessed was I,
    To hear the people cry,
    “Come let us seek our God today!”
    Yes with a cheerful zeal,
    We'll haste to Zion's hill,
    And there our vows and honors pay.

    2. Zion, thrice happy place,
    Adorned with wondrous grace,
    And walls of strength embrace thee round!
    In thee our tribes appear,
    To pray, and praise, and hear
    The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

    3. There David's greater Son
    Has fixed his royal throne;
    He sits for grace and judgement there:
    He bids the saint be glad,
    He makes the sinner sad,
    And humble souls rejoice with fear.

    4. May peace attend thy gate,
    And joy within thee wait,
    To bless the soul of ev'ry guest:
    The man that seeks thy peace,
    And wishes thine increase,
    A thousand blessings on him rest!

    5. My tongue repeats her vows,
    “Peace to this sacred house!
    For here my friends and kindred dwell:”
    And since my glorious God
    Makes thee his blest abode,
    My soul shall ever love thee well.

     

    I guess the verses are too packed with University Challenge busting allusions to the Bible, and there are too many metaphors that are familiar only to those who once sang hymns like these, and the tune doesn't need all the accoutrements of the now essential praise team, for it to be popular, or even accessible. But that first line, "How pleased and blest was I", the first three lines of verse 4, and the lovely couplet, "Peace to this sacred house! For here my friends and kindred dwell." These are the sentiments of those soaked in Psalm 122, whose prayers are a passionate plagiarism of the psalm-prayers of Israel, and for whom attentiveness to the world around is itself alertness for the glimpses and whispers of the Creator Redeemer. 

  • Books worth buying twice: Talking with Denise Levertov

    41LY+sQNaRL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_SX342_SY445_CR,0,0,342,445_SH20_OU02_Over the years I've lost a book and asked myself if it was important enough to buy it again. I had a hardback first edition of Chaim Potok, The Gift of Asher Lev, and when I went to look for it I couldn't find it. Did it get handed into a charity shop? Did someone borrow it and I've forgotten (check your bookshelves readers whom I know, please 🙂 But it doesn't matter – I was in a charity shop in Crieff and found a mint paperback copy for £1.99 and I'm almost finished reading it again. What a writer Potok was!

    However I remember more vividly coming off a train on the way back from somewhere and just as I surrendered my ticket to the exit barrier I remembered I'd left my book on the table. It was Conversations with Denise Levertov, and I had just finished reading it and had annotated it to find the good bits more easily. I resisted buying it again, for a few years, but today it arrived from Amazon because I want to hear her voice at the different stages of her life. It is a voice that talks in compassion and anger, but each in proper proportion; it is a voice that speaks of what is seen and heard, but only after what is seen is taken in, and what is heard is listened to for its truth; hers is a voice that articulates conscience while understanding the entanglements, ambiguities and ethical quandaries that grow across whatever paths we walk.

    "Belief is believing there is a God; faith is believing that God believes in you". That's just one of her one liners. This was a poet who wrote poems on subjects for which there were no words, yet she was determined to give word to the wordless horror of rape as a military weapon, napalm as apocalypse reduced to local conflagration, and torture as an acceptable means to the end of national interest.

    Denise Levertov's essays A Poet in the World is in effect a confession of faith in the poet's vocation, For her, political issues are so embedded in human flourishing and suffering that they require articulation in words and thoughts, that are not beholden to expediency, pragmatism and the calculus that guages how much human suffering is justified in the pursuit of "freedom", "democracy", and yes, power. 

     

  • Two Observations on the Wesleys.

    `The veteran Methodist scholar Geoffrey Wainwright in a superb essay on Wesleyan hymnody and Chalcedon reminisced:

    "When Paul Tillich was still a figure in  twentieth-century theology I liked to say to students that Charles Wesley had captured first Tillich and then Chalcedon in just two lines: 

    “Being’s source begins to be,

    And God himself is born.” 

    ………………..

    John Wesley has rightly been described as a reasonable enthusiast. But his sermons are too often dismissed as rational argument over-endowed with logic and theological precision, lacking the vitality and imagination necessary to sustain interest and persuade the spirit. How about this then, as a pargrapah that, for spiritual experience described and communicated, stands alongside the effusive Francis De Sales, the intense Teresa of Avila, the passionately alight Augustine, and the enigmatic author of the Cloud of Unknowing, as an account of authentic experience of God, given classic expression in words. 

    From what has been said, we may learn…what the life of God in the soul of a believer is; wherein it properly consists; and what is immediately and necessarily implied therein. It immediately and necessarily implies the continual inspiration of God's Holy Spirit; God's breathing into the soul, and the soul's breathing back what it first receives from God; a continual action of God upon the soul, and a re-action of the soul upon God; an unceasing presence of God, the loving, pardoning God, manifested to the heart, and perceived by faith; and an unceasing return of love, praise, and prayer, offering up all the thoughts of our hearts, all the words of our tongues, all the works of our hands, all our body, soul, and spirit, to be a holy sacrifice, acceptable unto God in Christ Jesus.