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  • Rhymes and Reasons – the poetry of John Denver

    New makeover on Living Wittily. I stayed with the Art Nouveau red for a while. But sunshine and blue skies lighten it up and I'll stay with it for a while. Speaking of which, right now there isn't a cliud in the Aberdeenshire sky as I look over towards the hill line.

    514F7xASgKL._SS400_ There hasn't been a poem posted for a while – so here's one that happens to be a favourite song by the singer I listen to most – John Denver. It came up recently in conversation, I know it by heart, and it is as ethically and humanly to the point as it was when it was written in the immediate aftermath of Vietnam and in the Cold War.

    Given the global climate of conflict, polarised ideologies and danger to our human future, this song still pleads for different priorities.

     

    So you speak to me of sadness
    And the coming of the winter;
    Fear that is within you now
    It seems to never end'
    And the dreams that have escaped you,
    And the hope that you've forgotten,
    You tell me that you need me now,
    You want to be my friend.

    And you wonder where we're going
    Where's the rhyme and where's the reason
    And it's you cannot accept
    It is here we must begin
    To seek the wisdom of the children
    And the graceful way of flowers in the wind

    For the children and the flowers
    Are my sisters and my brothers
    Their laughter and their loveliness
    Could clear a cloudy day
    Like the music of the mountains
    And the colours of the rainbow
    They're a promise of the future
    And a blessing for today

    Though the cities start to crumble
    And the towers fall around us
    The sun is slowly fading
    And it's colder than the sea
    It is written from the desert
    To the mountains they shall lead us
    By the hand and by the heart
    They will comfort you and me
    In their innocence and trusting
    They will teach us to be free

    For the children and the flowers
    Are my sisters and my brothers
    Their laughter and their loveliness
    Could clear a cloudy day
    And the song that I am singing
    Is a prayer to non believers
    Come and stand beside us
    We can find a better way

  • Knowing we are understood – those moments when we are least alone.

    Elizabeth Goudge is an author whose kind of writing would now be dismissed as old fashioned. Most of her novels were written in the middle of the 20th century and she was classified as a writer of novels for women. Just goes to show – such categories are useless at best and mischievous at worst. I've read a lot of her novels, and remember a conversation with an English teacher who knew her novels, who said The Dean's Watch was the most complete and satisfying novel she had ever read. On her recommendation I read it – and twice again since. I have a lovely first edition hardback with a quaint dustcover that is unmistakably mid twentieth century.

    41EWRvhyXSL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU02_ I was thinking about her the other day, and now today came across an epigraph at the start of a chapter in The Disciplined Heart. Love, Destiny and Imagination by Caroline Simon. This is a very fine book, the kind of writing I revel in.  A philosophical discussion of key human experience, opening into theological reflection, and laying tribute on literature and bible. At the centre is the meaning of human love in all its diverse and rich expressions, including friendship – an area of human experience coming to the fore in theological consideration today.

    And here is the epigraph – taken from Goudge's novel, The Scent of Water:

    If you understand people you're of use to them whether you can do anything for them or not. Understanding is a creative act in a dimension we do not see."

    There is an entire week's teaching of pastoral theology waiting to be extracted from that. Unfazed empathy, imaginative listening, accessible wisdom, thoughtful compassion, accompanied waiting, patient faithfulness, persistent presence. There are few more therapeutic moments in our lives than when we feel and know ourselves understood. One other person stands alongside us, exactly where we stand, and knows, with that intuitive gift that is kindness and friendship, just knows, how it feels at this precise moment and in this exact place. And we know they know.

  • Seve Ballesteros: One of Golf”s Shining Ambassadors

    Seve-210x300 I am not a regular or skilful golfer. I can hit a golf ball, and sometimes a fair distance and occasionally in the right direction.  My putting is seriously challenged by the Himalyas putting course at St Andrews and my short game is hit and miss, in about equal proportions.

    And I only occasionally watch golf on TV, and even when I do I still puzzle over the camera following a white dot in the sky until it lands in grass some hundred yards away.

    But I remember the year Seve Ballesteros won the British Open and that wonderful image of him punching the air, pumping up his adrenaline and grinning with such joy because that small pimpled white sphere had rolled into a metal cup having been tapped with the smooth precision of the practiced genius. The flair and fun and colour he brought to golf made him an exemplar of the entertaining sportsman.

    The news that Seve has died leaves the world of sport without one of its courteous enthusiasts and one of the most likeable people who remained unspoilt by fame, celebrity status and sporting success. The word ambassador shouldn't be used indiscriminately, but reserved for those who represent and embody what is best in a sport. Seve was an ambassador for golf, and a fine human being whose struggle these past three years have shown the same qualities of courage, dignity and purposefulness, that made him a great in his sport.  

  • New book on Julian of Norwich – “And all manner of thing shall be well”

    518BZO-kQUL._SL500_AA300_ There are now several substantial monographs on Julian of Norwich, indicating a healthy and deserved interest in one of the greatest theologians of the Church. Amongst my favourites are Grace Jantzen's careful and respectful account of Julian: Mystic and Theologian, a book that firmly places Julian within the brightest constellation of contemplative theologians.  Kerrie Hide's Gifted Origins to Graced Fulfilment is a beautifully written and lucid account of Julian's doctrine of salvation that shows the nuanced and sophisticated clarity of Julian's thinking, while at the same time giving a sympathetic reflection on the speculative humility of Julian's attempts to articulate the great mystery by which all shall be well.  Wisdom's Daughter by Joan Nuth is the best book on her spirituality that I know – and it too is written with considerable scholarship distilled and rendered accessible in a volume that I return to often. And there's more – I have at least four other serious studies of this remarkable woman whose one book gathers so much theological fruit from her own experience long pondered, and brought into conversation with the church tradition, and then written out of a profound and searching contemplative mind in love with the Crucified God. I know the phrase is an anachronism, but The Revelations of Divine Love is the medieval theological precursor to our current fascination with the suffering of God, the suffering of the world and the search for a healed creation through the Crucified Son of God.

    454px-KellsFol027v4Evang The most recent study has just been dispatched to me from Amazon. Denys Turner has written widely and deeply on mysticism, apophatic theology and the often contested relationship between faith and reason. I hope not to be disappointed then, when I read him on Julian the Theologian. I have long been an admiring advocate of Julian's crucicentric vision of the universe and her insistence against all comers that the love of God is the ultimate assurance for the future of all that is. Indeed I'm convinced that the current controversies about divine love and judgement, heaven, hell and universalism, come back to the fundamental question of the God we believe in and the definition of love that colours all our theological assumptions and psychological hesitations. And those who dismiss love as sentimental, and recoil from a "soft" theology, haven't really begun to appreciate a theology that was born out of the black death, in a feudal society, and mediated through the near death experience of a woman who took twenty plus years to guage the depth of that abyss she calls the Divine Love.

    Sentimental she is not – compassionate, speculative, a thinker unafraid of the affections, each of these she is. But the theological vision of her book has a rigour and robustness that is rooted in the ultimacy of the Divine Love, and nourished by a faith that takes the cross and the Christ with utmost seriousness – and paradoxically, that seriousness is expressed in the hilarity and joyfulness of one who believes she has discovered the secret of the universe, that elusive formula that Stephen hawking is after, the explanation of all things…."All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." It isn't a knock-down argument – it's a credal cry of the heart, an adoring reiteration of quiet if mystified confidence in God, both a prayer and a promise, and the final premise on which she rests her hope for God's broken but deep-loved world.

    The image above is from the Book of Kells – included here because I like it, and maybe Julian knew of it?

     

  • The Trinitarian Spirituality of Thomas Merton II

    It is because the Love of God does not terminate in one self-sufficient self that is capable of halting and absorbing it, that the Life and Happiness of God are absolutely infinite and perfect and inexhaustible. Therefore in God there can be no selfishness, because the Three Selves of God are Three subsistent relations of selflessness, overflowing and superabounding in joy in the Gift of their Own Life.

    The interior life of God is perfect contemplation. Our joy and our life are destined to be nothing but a participation in the Life that is theirs. In Them we will one day live entirely in God and in one another as the Persons of God live in One another.

    Rublev I know. It was a bit late in coming this second part of Merton's lyrical account of what it means to live our lives in the orbit of the Triune God. But what I enjoy about Merton's spiritual theology is the ring of authenticity, a theological and psychological clarity that is like the pure note of crystal glass pinged with a nail. Mystical experience can sometimes be portrayed and described as something we would really rather not have to endure, so strange it seems. But Merton's account of the Love of God as Triune life in eternal self-giving to and joyful affirmation of the Other, in a unity that transcends but embraces and preserves diversity and identity, is an invitation to communion, not a recipe for ecstasy.

    If all that sounds too rarefied still, then I guess that might be because our spirituality is much more dumbed down, and perhaps lacking the richly textured canvas of the life and love of the God who comes to us in the mysteries of the Gospel. And perhaps too, certainly very possibly for me, a too long toleration of spirituality which is all about me Jesus, disguised as all about you Jesus. Because the truth is the Gospel is about the love of God, the grace of Christ and the communion of the Holy Ghost. And though we may sing our intimate worship songs to Jesus, we will find precious few such lyrical emotionalism in the New Testament where the meekness and majesty, the incarnational mystery of God in Christ, the impossible but true tragedy of calvary and the even more impossible but true miracle of resurrection, are gathered together in worship to the Ascended Lord in the power of the Spirit. Merton is a particularly fine exponent of contemplative theology, that thinking and adoring and wondering of the intellect and the heart that comes from long pondering of this overwhelming Reality that is Eternal Love, forever giving and receiving, and bringing into being and fulfilment, a Creation fallen and redeemed, broken and healed, marred and forgiven, spoiled by sin and restored and renewed by the costly, creative Mercy that lies at the heart of all things. 

    Of course I may be wrong. I may just be off on a rant. But then again…..

     

  • Intellectual work, breaking sweat, and theological reading!

    Delivery

    Customarily, I rise early and spend

    a couple of hours in my study before

    washing and shaving. One morning

    last week, the postman catching me

    in night attire, I explained I had been

     

    up for ages, rhyming away. Today,

    exercising, I was perspiring freely

    when the bell rang: he eyed me

    impassively, then went on his way

    murmuring, "Heavy work, this poetry!"

    Stewart Conn, The Breakfast Room, Bloodaxe, 2010,  p.33

    Poetry, theology, philosophy – all three ways of writing, speaking and spending time. Not everyone would call such reflective thinking, intellectual exercise, and mental discipline, work. So I like the postman's ironic scepticism, or innocent wonderment at the thought that hard thought and careful writing breaks sweat! And I'm sympathetic to a poet who does a couple of hours before the working day starts – Some of my best hours are early morning too – that's when I slowly make my way through the big books, several pages at a time. It's an interesting thought that 5 pages a day can give access to 1,825 pages – which is a lot of poetry, theology, philosophy or whatever else takes our interest. Six three hundred page volumes – do that for a few years and you become dead erudite so you do!

    Divine teaching My current reading is a book that needs that slow, attentive listening. Mark McIntosh is a theologian who understands the connection between the study of theology and the encounter the theologian is likely to have with the Subject of her study. Divine teaching. An Introduction to Christian Theology (Blackwell: 2008), takes the view that in studying theology, if the mind and spirit are open to it, the theologian is taught by the One who is the subject of study. It's a fine book, and one that offers an innovative and inviting approach to theological reflection.

  • Rangers and Celtic – what has sectarian hatred to do with Jesus?

    Oops! I came away from College without my copy of Seeds of Contemplation – so the second part of the quote on Trinitarian Spirituality will have to wait – it will come though.

    On another subject entirely. The decision of UEFA to fine Rangers Football Club, and ban fans from an away match, is another embarrassment for Scottish football, Scottish Government and the Scottish people. The truth is those songs are sung week in and week out in Scottish football grounds, and there seem to be no effective sanctions available to stop the chanting of such hate liturgies. Several years ago when Rangers were playing Liverpool in the Champion's League a number of English newspapers wrote articles about the bemused, bewildered Liverpool fans wondering what a local skirmish in Ireland over 300 years ago had to do with 21st century European football. Well may they wonder.

    I've recently been reading up on social capital, those cultural and social values and norms that give a society its stability, its value systems, and its patterns of ethical and social behaviour, those ligaments and tendons that enable a community's ability to grow, mature, and function in ways that are healthy. Sectarianism is a toxin in the bloodstream of Scottish culture. "Scotland's shame" is merely a phrase that describes our embarrassment – but sectarian attitudes, instilled from birth, absorbed through exclusive sub-cultures, nourished by ludicrous mythologies of conspiracies, battles and demonising of the other. This is not only a cause of shame – it is a lethal virus that replicates itself best in hosts prone to hate, and in whom insecurity mutates into collective hostility against whatever is different. And it seems we lack the social capital to deal with it.

    That there are religious mythologies and loyalties on both sides of the sectarian divide makes the whole phenomenon more dangerous, more visceral and more resistant to reason. Religion adds its own distorted legitimation to naming the other as enemy, and raises the stakes by co-opting God to the cause. That people whose occupation is to manage and train others to play a game should have parcel bombs sent to them in the name of some mad cause tainted by toxic religion is a sinister escalation of tolerated hatred into intolerable violence. The truth is sectarian hostility and hate are themselves intolerable, and their presence in the Scottish psyche, spewing out of Scottish minds and mouths, is now seen and known, named and shamed, across Europe.

    CStJotCross_VL The answer? Even Ally McCoist sounded depressed and at his wits end when asked that question – don't know if Ally is up on the current interest in social capital – but the deficit of available human funds is at least as dangerous as the fiscal one the Government is so worried about. Government cannot gag mouths, but they can educate, they can legislate, and they can show a moral determination and social imagination by making sectarian liturgical hate chants, from Ibrox or Parkhead, as open to prosecution as other forms of inflammatory, discriminatory language aimed at inciting hate, fear and violence. And the spurious linkages to any expression of Christian faith need to be demythologised. The idea that Jesus of Nazareth can be aligned with such dangerous, irrational behaviour is clear evidence that the sectarian mindset thrives on unreason and is fertilised by all those toxic attitudes that lead to good people being crucified.

    And if the communities of Christ in Scotland are still wondering what their mission is then there are few more contextually urgent matters in contemporary Scotland requiring the intervention of communities who live by a Gospel of reconciliation, whose Lord calls them to be peacemakers, and whose reason for existing at all is to embody the justice, righteousness, forgiveness and peaceableness of God. What have the churches in Scotland to say about sectarianism – let the politicians, social commentators, local authority councillors, football boards of directors talk out the practical steps needed – the churches ask different questions and offer more and deeper responses – what does the Gosepl of Jesus demand and command of Christians who live in a culture with such a lethal sectarian fault line running through its social fabric?

    I have been convinced for years now that the christian doctrine of reconciliation, lies at the heart of contemporary mission. And the church is called to be agents of reconciliation, peace activists in the name of the Prince of Peace, PR agents for a gospel of forgiveness, communities who make credible another way of seeing those who hate and foment hatred. Loving the enemy is the polar opposite of sectarian attitudes – and perhaps to use old fashioned language – judgement begins at the house of God. Put at its simplest – I can't hear Jesus sing about the River Boyne – Jordan maybe; nor can I imagine the one who was crucified on a green hill, outside a city wall, singing about the walls of Derry. More likely to look on our sectarian addictions and say once more, "Father forgive them; they know not what they do."

  • The Trinitarian Spirituality of Thomas Merton

    The God Who exists only in Three Persons is a circle of relations in which His infinite reality, Love, is ever identical and ever renewed, always perfect and always total, always beginning and never ending, absolute, everlasting and full.

    In the Father the infinite Love of God is always beginning and in the Son it is always full and in the Holy Spirit it is perfect and it is renewed and never ceases to rest in its source. But if you follow Love forward and backward from Person to Person, you can never track it to a stop, you can never corner it and hold it down and fix it to one of the Persons as if He could appropriate to himself the fruit of the Love of the others. For the One Love of the Three Persons is an infinitely rich giving of Itself which never ends and is never taken, but is always perfectly given, only received in order to be perfectly shared 

     RublevThis kind of writing is why Thomas Merton is one of my best friends – a companion on the journey now for more than 40 years – an all too human person whose sanctity is most evident in his flaws and his honesty about himself – and whose theology is much more profound and visionary than is sometimes thought of a contemplative monk. Merton was a contemplative theologian, a deeply reflective and ruminative thinker whose writing is luminous with wonder and mellowed by the tension he recognised between the urge to adoration and that self-knowing that will always humble in the presence of Divine Love. The next two short paragraphs are a distillation of what can only be called a Trinitarian Spirituality – and I'll post them tomorrow.

    Posting here is sporadic just now – priorities I'm afraid, but no lessening of the commitment and enjoyment of continuing the conversation. Thanks to those who still look in and send emails etc.

  • The AV (Authorised Version of the Bible) and the AV (Alternative Vote)

    Several times recently I have picked up a headline or a comment about the problems with AV. Now I know this stands for alternative vote, and refers to a complicated but allegedly fairer way of divvying up the votes post any election. But for some of us the abbreviation has much more powerful and biblical resonances. The Authorised version is 400 years old this year. The distilled essence of Jacobean English was carefully crafted into the finest expression in English' of those ancient documents from the New Testament and the Hebrew Bible. Many of the best phrases and even passages were lifted near wholesale from the earlier outlawed translation by William Tyndale. But the AV, or the King James Version, remains a classic of the English language, a triumph of committee collaboration, its musical cadences and poetic flow such a contrast to the flat prosaic pedantries of most modern translations. I've read my own copy in chunks this year – a beautifully bound, gilt edged copy presented on my ordination.

    The say No campaign has been accused of lying, deceit and misinformation – these three words are close cousins if not synonyms. All three refer to the untrustworthiness of words, or at least the untrustworthiness of those who speak them. So when the AV controversy is simmering or boiling over, a quite other set of responses is needed. Andrew Marr asked Simon Hughes how the Lib Dems can go on working within a Cabinet where senior Conservative Ministers have been accused of an unholy trinity of verbal abuse – lying, deceit and misinformation – each of these describes the abuse of words, their corruption into false rather than true expression, their being turned into weapons that damage rather than social tools that uphold verity in public discourse. No convincing answer was forthcoming from Simon Hughes – caught between the rock of not admitting the coalition partners weren't playing fair, and the hard place that would mean dissolving the coalition and Lib Dems only real possibility of having political clout in the decisions of Government.

    The AV (Authorised version) has something to say about the AV spat (Alternative Vote) – an alarming warning for politicians whose primary skill is in making words malleable through repeated hammering with the blunt instrument of party self-interest. Here is James, writing the kind of scathing comment that wouldn't be out of place in a John Pilger column on the calumny of political rhetoric laced with cynicism and untruth:

    The tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. For every kind of beasts and of birds, and of serpents and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed, but the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poision. James 3. 6-8

       
    Applesubject Now steady on James. Just a tad of overstatement there. Human speech isn't quite in the same league as a Californian or Australian forest fire! Well, that depends. If we corrode the platform on which the integrity of public discourse stands, if we slowly reduce our tolerance to deceit and call it spin, and then get used to spin and then begin to believe it…. So who is telling the truth about AV? How would you know? Whose statements are trustworthy, dependable, information rather than disinformation? The AV (Bible) again this time from Proverbs, one of the first self-help books for aspiring diplomats, politicians and wise leaders:

    The words of a man's mouth are as deep waters: and the wellspring of wisdom is a flowing brook.

    There is one that speaketh like the piercings of a sword;but the tongue of the wise is health. 

    A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

    Quite so!

  • Kathleen Raine, Van Gogh, Good Friday and the thought that all might, or might not, be well…

    Vincent-van-gogh-pieta-after-delacroix-1889 Easter brings together such extremes of emotion, aspiration and human longing. Good Friday carries within it the fundamental contradictions at the heart of all reality  – hate and love, violence and peace, cruelty and compassion, betrayal and trust, torture and tenderness, death and life, defeat and triumph. The cry of God-forsakeness, the deliberate resignation of entrusted commitment to the Father, and the quiet surrender of the "it is finished", are only some of the lights and shadows cast by the suffering of God in the suffering of Jesus. Van Gogh's Pieta is an astonishing juxtaposition of light and shadow, blue and yellow, a mother's grief at the broken body that is flesh of her flesh, and that bright yellow sky behind her – dusk or dawn? And the blue of her robe folded in shadow and light brings the eternal and the mortal together, hands outstretched neither grasping nor beseeching, but embracing and and supporting. From his desperate time of illness, this painting emerged as the embodiment of all that van Gogh felt within himself, of desolation, isolation and alienation from the world around him, which could not understand and did not listen.

    Rab Butler, the great academic of a past generation, attended the Messiah as it was performed around Easter in Oxford in the 1940's. He was a respectful agnostic and as intellectually innoculated against sentiment and unexamined piety as could ever be met. As the performance moved towards the Isaiah passages about the suffering servant, he wiped his eyes with his handkerchief and muttered to his friend, "Damned sad story that". Like the rest of us, he wished it could be otherwise, and hoped that such a story might help make the world otherwise. It's that longing for things to be better, and then to be well, and then for all things to be well, that Kathleen Raine recognised, and refused to countenance as valid good news for struggling human beings. In her series of poems, The Old Story, the third poem articulates both her own longing and the constraints of reality.

    Reader I would tell

    If I knew

    That all shall be well.

     

    All darkness gone,

    All lives made whole,

    Hearts healed that were broken.

     

    Would tell of joy reborn,

    Of wrongs made right,

    Of harms forgiven,

     

    But do not know,

    how what is done

    Can ever not be,

     

    Though love would wish it to.

    ……

    It is that love that wishes, that yearns and works, that suffers and sighs, that gives and struggles, that will not give in – it is that love that was crucified, killed and buried. Which sounds final, and is. Except that after Holy Saturday and the curtains come down, there is God's encore….Because love would wish it so.