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  • The Disabled, The Minimum Wage, and Mr Davies’ Preposterous Idea

    Politics There are times when the statements emanating from members of the current Government simply have to be named for the nonsense they are.

    And sometimes named as the dangerous nonsense they are.

    The latest is the suggestion by Philip Davies, Conservative MP for Shipley, that disabled people and people with mental ill health issues, should be allowed to / prepared to work for less than the minimum wage of £5.93 an hour.

    The ostensible justification is that such a move would make disabled people and people with mental ill health more employable by offering a financial advantage to the employer.

    That this creates an entire new pool of cheap labour, based on discrimination seems to have escaped Mr Davies.

    That it sends a powerful social signal of devaluation likewise seems to surprise him.

    Look at the article in the link, from the Daily Telegraph, which is hardly at the left wing of British political journalism See here

    Now Shipley has a different tradition of both politics and theological viewpoint. P T Forsyth was once the Congregational minister there. He wrote a booklet on "Socialism, the Church and the Poor". Wonder what he would have written to Mr Davies as his local MP?

    When all allowances are made for the MP's back-tracking and special pleading of good intentions towards those with disabilities and mental ill-health, it remains embarrassing, preposterous and outrageous that an MP should even think let alone articulate such a suggestion.

    I'm not questioning his right to hold such views, or to state them. (Though the Equality and Diversity and Discrimination watchdogs are more than interested in a conversation about them).

    I am however questioning whether his view has any ethical validity, discerning compassion, or social wisdom – his suggestion seems on the contrary to be ethically vacuous, cynically insensitive and socially reckless.

    Downing St has distanced itself from the statement – but I await an outright apology and rebuke that a member of the Government has spoken such, well, such nonsense – I just spell checked this sentence and had originally written nosense, which is also true.

  • Reading the Old Testament as a Christian, with humility and a care for its origins in Jewish faith

    Goldingay Over the past decade or so John Goldingay has produced an astonishing quantity of quality studies on what he calls the First Testament. His two erudite and elegant volumes in the International critical Commentary on Second Isaiah are reason enough to wonder. But they were preceded by the large monograph The Message of Isaiah 40-56, which is the best thing around for getting to the heart of this majestic document of renewed hope and persistent faith.

    Three volumes of commentary on the Psalms constitute a further gift to the church, and these I've used regularly over the past few years. Years ago one of Goldingay's first books was a paperback study of the Psalms 42-51, Songs from a Strange Land. Those of us who used it hoped he would eventually write a full scale commentary. The three volumes in the Baker Wisdom Commentary series are comprehensive in exegesis without being overwhelming, the theology of the each psalm is explored and opened up for the church's response of praise, thanksgiving, confession or lament.

    Then there is the trilogy on Old Testament Theology, a total of 2,500 pages of some of the most stimulating and discursive theological exegesis I've read. And discursive doesn't mean unstructured, or wandering – it means bringing a range of disciplines together in the task of interpreting the gospel, the faith and the life of Israel. He concedes that his approach overlaps with J W McClendon's threefold division of ethics, doctrine and witness, and like McClendon he insists that it is the life Israel is called to live, and its faithfulness in pursuing it, that gives credibility to Israel's gospel and substance to its faith. Likewise it is ethics, lived practice that most fully expresses the Gospel of Jesus. Not that doctrine and confessional proclamation are unimportant, but they depend upon transformative living through obedient appropriation of what God has declared in Jesus Christ.

    Goldingay holds in close connectedness the First and Second Testaments. And his treatment of Torah gives no concession to the the extreme of reductionism that devalues and dismisses the biblical witness to Torah as the instruction for human life before God. But neither does he entertain any idealising or absolutising of Torah as overarching law whose requirements are mere demands without enabling grace. In Goldingay's approach there is a conscientious and respectful handling of the witness, faith and ethics of Israel. The result is one of the most usable and enlightening overviews of Old Testament Theology available.

    Over the years I've worked through several of the big names, some of them double volumes, and learned much in the process. But Goldingay writes out of profound scholarship, alert to the post-modern challenges faced by faith traditions embedded in meta-narratives now open to question, sympathetic to the original bearers of the witness of the First Testament, yet committed to understanding the place of the Old Testament in Christian living and in the church's proclamation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The three volumes expound life in community as it is lived towards God, embraces the neighbour and calls to personal integrity. And Goldingay writes well, out of personal conviction, generous to other views, lucid and engaged, and above all as someone who loves the text too much to force it into any distorting conformity with theological assumptions imported from elsewhere.

    Profile-goldingay John Goldingay sits alongside several others whose work on the Old Testament I find illuminating, refreshingly unpredictable, and written by scholars respectful of both text and reader – Walter Brueggemann, Kathleen O'Connor, Terence Fretheim, William P Brown, Clinton McCann come to mind. Amongst the servants of God within the church, for whom the church should reserve a Sunday to celebrate and give thanks, are those biblical scholars who think and pray, consider and weigh, write and publish, providing the nourishment of soul and the fruit of scholarship for the nurture of the faith and the health of the church. John Goldingay is one such scholar.

     

  • When a moment of transcendence becomes unbidden prayer

    Lark in flight I've long given up on trying to understand why some things happen when they do. The theological answer, depending on your theological  view, is that all happens, directly or indirectly, in the providence of God. Where the theology becomes tricky is when we try to make that providence absolute and determinist. I prefer to think of God as engaged with, involved with, invested in, the history and destiny of creation. As to whether that means every leaf that falls is by God's direct will, it does mean that Jesus' image of the attentiveness of the Father who notices and cares for each sparrow is more than exaggerated sentiment.

    So what am I to make of yesterday's coincidence of music and ornithology, when immanence and transcendence coalesced in a moment of joy, and a recognition of the marvellous serendipity of small things intimating the vastness of possibility for God to nudge us awake to the beauty of life?

    I was sitting in the car at Sandend (the Moray coast), listening to Classic FM and Vaughan Williams' Lark Ascending.

    The window was down, the waves were breaking white against some rocks further along the shore.

    Two skylarks rose singing their accompaniment to the violinist and showing how it should be done.

    And the combination of sunshine, blue sky, blue sea and white waves, sublime music and perfectly timed skylark notes, provided an orchestration that became a glimpse of that infinitely wise and fecund purpose that notices the sparrow, and endows the skylark with a song of heartbreaking and heart-healing melody.

    As a child I lived in the Ayrshire countryside when skylarks were numerous, their song a daily liturgy of aspiration, and ever since that song embedded in memory and feeling. 

    Prayer is often at its most real, not in the speaking of words, but in those moments of awakened memory, wonderful surprise, and impossible coincidence. No wonder poets love skylarks.

  • Holiday for a week so staying at home!

    5576793762_35f065ea8d I'm having a holiday week at home in Westhill. It's been a busy time with end of Semester and end of Session marking and processing, but now everything is tidied up. And before we begin the wind up to next academic year I'm having a week to let the horizons draw back again and look at all the other things in life that also matter, indeed yes, they do!

    There's much to see and enjoy on our doorstep – castles and gardens, coastal and hill walks, we are bird watchers and coffee shop connoisseurs, I get to do the cooking for dinner, and if it's raining we have DVD's, the cinema – oh, and rain jackets. Will have a day in Edinburgh to meet some folk and I'll carve out an hour at the National Galleries.

    Meantime there hasn't been a poem here for a while. remedied now:

    Soloist

    Seeing above Glen Lyon a forester

    sawing in a shaft of sunlight so far

     

    downwind the sound is drowned

    by perpetual lark-song, I am drawn

     

    to that sweltering auditorium decades ago

    and Rostropovitch playing Dvorak's cello

     

    concerto; folk melody rising, the soloist

    silhouetted in a nimbus of gold dust.

                          Stewart Conn, The Breakfast Room (Bloodaxe, 2010), page 54.

    That's a holiday poem, and we will be walking in Glen Dye later this week, if there's a sunny day. I don't walk in rain for fun!

    s!

  • The Labour Party, the two Eds, the two B’s

    Politics Ok. Being a politician brings many challenges.

    Not the least of them is how you balance personal ambition with the public good.

    And then there's the further tightrope walk of representing your constituency and toeing the party line.

    And just to make it interesting there are the power games within the party.

    Which brings us to today's revelations about the two Eds – Balls and Milliband.

    And the two B's,  Blair and Brown.

    Despite all denials, it was obvious Brown and Co. Ltd wanted to take over, indeed put out of business, Blair and Co Ltd.

    But the denials still came – party unity, that electoral Eldorado, was promoted, insisted upon, demonstrably (so they said) solid, and the Brown v Blair was a healthy competition rather than a hostile takeover.

    And then The Telegraph publishes memos which read like the blueprint for a coup d'etat, complete with process, rationale and timescale.

    And the denials still come, and then the two Eds both say its ancient history and we must look to the future not the past.

    Excuse me?

    Since when was five years ago ancient history/

    And why should we now trust the two Eds who clearly scripted their own amateur version of Julius Caesar, complete with back-stabbing scenes and public declarations of loyalty that resonated with anti-integrity?

    My problem is simple. When did it become acceptable to lie, to plot against others, to lie, to carry out the coup, to lie, to gain the goal of power in the party, and then when the lies are exposed, to call it ancient history and therefore irrelevant.

    So now having disposed of that teeny wee piece of petty minded nonsense called evidence (the memos) by labelling them a distraction, we are now to pay attention to what is being said by the two Eds.

    Sorry. one of the important lessons ancient history teaches us is not to make the same mistake twice.

    Which we would do if we trusted the two Eds.

    For the record – I am not anti-Labour.

    I am however for integrity.

    And I insist that as a voter my moral perception, common sense and social intelligence be taken seriously.

    And I can smell cynicism from a mile away, let alone when it is waved in my face.

    What Ed (both of them) needs to remember is they too will soon be ancient history.

     

  • Suffer the little children…and keep them safe

    Two incidents while driving my Honda Jazz, which I am still loving apart from a predilection for punctures, and a temperamental petrol flap which only opens when it feels like it (which could be a problem if it decided to stay shut when the empty warning light glows greedily). Other than that it's a fun car to drive and makes the weekly Aberdeen to Paisley jaunt a cruise – and the petrol flap is to be healed of its recalcitrance at the Honda correction centre this weekend.

    Children Driving along the street I saw beneath the parked cars two small legs and a ball. I slowed to a near stop and just as in the road safety advert, the ball bounced between two cars and trickled onto the road and the wee legs followed it, by which time I was stopped. Oblivious of the stationary Jazz the ball was retrieved and the child safely on the pavement again. Not sure what you are supposed to do these days – do you get out the car and try to be nice to a young child who doesn't know you, or do you thank God (I mean it!) you saw the wee legs running and played safe with children playing dangerously?

    Then last night driving back to where I stay when down at College, I turn the corner into a road with a steep hill. A parked car has its door open and a can of tomatoes drops out and starts rolling downhill. The driver standing by the car door on the mobile scuttled after it to retrieve it before this encroaching Jazz squished it! After she picked it up disdainfully and walked back to the car still on the phone, another can landed on the road and started to roll down the hill….. By which time I was slowly passing the car and saw the child in the car seat cheerfully chucking the shopping out the car door. I'm now wondering how long that game lasted!

    Suffer the little children, indeed. But these two episodes made me think – about the preciousness and precociousness of children. When Jesus put a child in the midst he was doing more than using a child as the first children's address. He was pointing to that vulnerability, that combination of mischief and innocence, that imperative on our society to cherish children and make all the allowances needed to make the world safe. And when a child complains about mum ignoring her while on the mobile why shouldn't the child make sure mum gets the messages by chasing the groceries….I love it!

  • Carrie Newcomer – poet of the mystery of the ordinary

    Geographyoflight Ever since I read a review in Sojourners years ago, I've listened to the music of Carrie Newcomer.  She is one of my favourite singer songwriters,(Mary Chapin Carpenter being another) strongly connected with the Quakers, outspoken on issues of justice and peace, a poet of human relationships of love, loss, forgiveness and joy, and a singer whose voice ranges from conversational confidence to a clarion call to community and convictions essential to human flourishing.

    She writes and sings out of a life committed to Christian principles and practices, but the spiritual is an undercurrent, a powerful but gentle pulling of the listener to consider and ponder, wonder and care for what goes on around us.

    I've just ordered her Geography of Light album, another collection of songs that gently and at times peruasively, and occasionally assertively, invite or demand that the listener pays attention. Attentiveness to people, to our inner world, to the situations of others, to those ordinary experiences that hint at the extraordinary, and to the mundane which can contain mystery – Newcomer balances the poetry and the music, and the result is a style that is somewhere between folk and progressive country, but always the sense that wisdom, insight and compassionate observance of human longings and behaviour inform her thought and suffuse her music.

    Her membership of the Quakers is for her a natural commitment, a spiritual context within which she is at peace and an ethos of gentle enquiry that resonates with her own reflective appreciation of human living, longing and loving – the emphases on peace, silence, pondering deeply, community building, and shared wisdom are not so much themes in her songs as presuppositions and assumptions of her poetry and her worldview.

    There is some irony in her being voted one of the ten most influential musicians working in the States just now, and her not being as widely known as that would suggest. So this is an unabashed plug for her music, and her voice as a call to pay attention to the life we are living, and to be attentive to those who share that life.

  • Vulnerable People in Our Communities – the Scandal of Abuse and the Cost of Caring

    I've waited a few days for the impact of the Panorama programme to be tempered from legitimate and understandable outrage, to a recognition that there is something deeply wrong and dangerously present in our society. The evidence of vulnerable people being abused, tortured and humiliated was sickening, and the systemic nature of this inhuman treatment in one ironically named care home, should rightly outrage – actually for me it went beyond mere anger. But more worrying and more urgent is the too easily trotted out reassurance that this is an isolated incident, that this is so unspeakably apalling that it is inconceivable it is a pervasive practice rather than a one off aberration.

    Now without assuming abuse of vulnerable people in care is common, and certainly assuming that the majority of those involved in the care of others are indeed carers, compassionate and professional, protective and supportive in  their relationships,there is still reason to pause, and think. The images on the Panorama programme are of such graphic inhumanity that the deeper question to ask is about the way our money conscious, value seeking, service cutting, economic efficiency indexed culture recovers a more humanly centred approach to our communal life. Jose Comblin the Catholic priest who has written so much on justice, the oppressed and the vulnerable, once said a cultre and society was to be judged by how it treats its most vulnerable people. It isn't an original thought – it is however, a fundamental one for a civilised society that claims to pursue human flourishing.

    There is a corrosive functionalism operating, and a dehumanising process of calculation at work, when the bottom line, the barcode, the budget and the deficit, are the primary drivers in choosing priorities for how we spend our money. Money wouldn't stop what happened in that care home. But monitoring and control agencies are strapped for cash; private care homes are businesses that need to survive and exist for profit; and therefore quality and number of staff is influenced not by the needs of those cared for but by the business considerations of a private company or owner; and that is one of the levers that often works against the best interests of those vulnerable people for whom we are responsible.

    What I found so distressing was the pleasure, the perverse and degrading spectacle of power and strength being used to hurt rather than comfort, to humiliate rather than affirm, to be cruel rather than merciful, and to laugh at weakness rather than embrace and support – in short to despise instead of love, and to wound instead of defend. You have to be so culpably lacking in that common bond of humanity that sees the dignity and worth of each person to inflict such misery. So beyond budgets and money, bottom lines and profits, there is another issue for me, and it is theological. What has our society replaced the imago dei with? If you remove the belief that each person is made in the image of God, has an inherent dignity and worth, that each human being is a reflection of the creative love and imaginative purposefulness of the Creator, what do we put in its place. All kinds of substitutes – human rights, equality and justice before law, legislation about the sanctity of life, the belief in each person's right to choose and decide for themselves – always of course assuming that when some people are less able to use such personal autonomy our society puts in place advocates, befrienders, carers and provisions to maximise their freedom and affirm their dignity and worth.

    But underlying all such provisions there has to be in those responsible for the care of the vulnerable person such atttiudes as compassion, respect and recognition of worth; there have to be values and virtues that affirm the humanity of the carer as well as the cared for; there has to be a way of looking at people that sees and understands the incalculable treasure that each human being is. Is that idealistic? Probably. Unrealistic? I hope not. Because what those images of inhumane abuse William-blake-sketch-of-the-trinity-21 showed is what happens when a person's dignity and worth as a human being is discounted, and the consequences of such callousness is a dehumanising of the person, and a further raid on the social capital that keeps us safe, respectful and compassionately interested in the wellbeing of others. So even if our secular values  don't have the underpinning of the concept of imago dei, that each person has an intrinsic and inviolable value as a being made in the image of God, there is a need for those who are trained in the care services to be educated in the valuing, respecting and understanding of those people for whom they will care, for whom they will be responsible, and to whom they will be responsive, as one human being to another.

    And yes. What happened was criminal. The consequences should be within the justice system. But the exposure of this atrocious practice, which went on over time, should alert us to the likeliehood that other people are equally at risk; and should encourage us to ask deep questions about what it means to form and shape the atttitudes of those entrusted with the care and protection, support and befriending of those amongst us who need much from us, and who give much to us.

  • The pattern of our days

    300px-Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_127 Accept surprises

    that upset your plans,

    shatter your dreams,

    give a completely

    different turn

    to your day

    and — who knows?–

    to your life.

    It is not chance.

    leave the Father free

    himself to weave

    the pattern of your days.

    Dom helder Camara, A Thousand Reasons for Living.

  • Friendship, book shops and “the heart in pilgrimage”

     Sometimes, not always, I write in a book where I bought it, when and why.  I had reason to go looking for George Herbert the other day and opened "This Booke of Starres" Learning to Read George Herbert, by James Boyd White. Inside I had written – "Oxford August 1995, while on a bookshop tour with Ken Roxburgh" That was a wonderful three days away which took in York, Oxford, Cambridge and Durham and the various bookshops therein.

    We had an appalling and hilarious B&B expereince which included a room with broken window sashes, a landlord with open shirt, sweaty chest and non-designer stubble, and a railway line that serviced the main Oxford sorting office and mail trains through the night, during a heatwave in August – oh and the sweaty landlord was also the cook for breakfast!

    But I still have several books bought in different places, Ebeling on Luther, Boyd White on Herbert, Keeble on Richard Baxter and a hardback copy of John V Taylor's exquisite The Go Between God. The friendship we have shared for a long number of years transcends but could not exclude our shared passion for books, reading, theology and the joy of the chase. Only, the on line availability of most things has reduced the urgency, the sweaty palms, the raised metabolism, the nervous searching of the eyes along rows of books for that one, just that one, which you've looked for for ages and at a price that leads you to faith in  miracles.

    So I'm glad I have books like this – and a one sentence memo to myself to good companionship, literary hunting parties and long pilgrimages to those holy places where books live.

    2222240312_e56af494c5 The book itself is one of the best studies of Herbert's poetry of which I have a shelf full. Boyd White has a particular interest in literature and its relation to law, and especially how poetry expresses and expounds human experience of language, self and community, and how language is fluid, shaping the community which shapes it, and how the speaking self is also the listening self, the influencing self also the influenced self. Just the qualifications in complexity needed to appreciate the filigree of self-referential connections which adorn and decorate Herbert's poetry. It is part of Herbert's genius that such metaphysical elaboration nevertheless articulates the deepest and most intense spiritual longings, and in verse where the sense of the transcendent God is suffused with a sense of the self as broken, yearning and hungering for wholeness. Boyd White's book is a wonderful interpretation of Herbert, and a treasured book, for which I am grateful, because of where I bought it, because of the company I kept, and for the sheer brilliance of the writing itself.

    Thou hast given so much to me,

    give one thing more, a grateful heart

    …Not grateful when it pleaseth me:

    As if thy blessings had spare days:

    But such a heart, whose pulse may be

                                      Thy praise.