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Prayer as the risk we take in being honest with God

This poem about God, prayer, and us, was written by Renita Weems in 1980, when as a young woman she needed to find a way of relating to God that was her own. Not inherited reverence, not borrowed piety, not well rehearsed habits, not words worn with familiarity – but the determination to be a young black woman whose voice has its own integrity, and whose sense of God resists the reductive pressures of conformity to 'the done thing'. It is reproduced in her autobiography, Listening For God. A MInister's Journey Through Silence and Doubt (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1999). Professor Weems is a biblical scholar, an ordained African Methodist minister, an outspoken critic of systems and social attitudes of discrimination and exclusion, and a woman whose spirituality combines hunger for righteousness, impatience with injustice, and a relationship with God in which love and trust enable prayer to be a robust debate about the things that matter. Her blog is over here.

I usedta bow,

now I stand

before God's throne.

I usedta close my eyes,

now I stare

straight ahead

I usedta do what was expected,

nor I do what I want

to make this faith

faithful to me.

I usedta be afraid of God

now I take chances

and wait

and wait

tapping my feet,

listening for God.

(Listening for God, page 35)

18 February 2010
“And all manner of thing shall be well” – the applause of God’s creation

Just received from Amazon the beautifully produced translation of Julian of Norwich, Showing of Love. The type font, the page layout, the paper quality, and the overall production makes it a treat to read and handle. The translation by Julia Holloway is somewhere between medieval and modern in the range of vocabulary and sentence structure. It reads smoothly, and with a care for the cadences and stylistic oddities of one of the finest writers in early vernacular English. It's a sign of high quality translation when a text you know well, reads with freshness and an absence of deliberate novelty, the translator content to let the voice of the text be heard without literary amplification and sound effects. I've read the Penguin translation by Clifton Wolters, and the Paulist Press one by James Walsh, and they still have their place for Julian enthusiasts – the Walsh one remains the definitive modern version.

But this lovely edition (now in protective plastic cover courtesy of a friendly member of UWS library staff) will accompany me through Lent – because Julian is my chosen read this year. Time to enjoy a classic statement of theology that is both radical and orthodox, that was the fruit of twenty years of contemplative prayer, and that speaks with profound relevance to a world that needs as never before, to hear the love of God redemptively defying all that makes for diminishment, futility and waste:

"And thus our good Lord answered to all the questions and doubts that I might make, saying full comfortably, "I may make all things well, I can make all things well, and I will make all things well, and I shall make all things well, and you shall see your self that all manner of thing shall be well."

Julian, more than any other theologian except Traherne, celebrates the wise, good love of God by seeing beyond the immediate and transient to a time when all of creation will applaud the Creator.

For now, I decided to write a Fibonacci in honour of Julian the theologian of the love of God.

Fibonacci on Julian Of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love

Look!

Love!

Behold!

Crucified!

Divine Love Revealed!

All manner of thing shall be well.

I saw a little thing the size of a hazelnut!

It represents all that is made, and it exists and ever shall, because God loves it!

Would you know your Lord's meaning in this? Know it well, Love was his meaning. Hold yourself therein, and you shall understand and know more of the same.

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17 February 2010
Exalted theology for humanity diminished by routine consumer liturgies

Now here's one way of starting a new day. Forget the to do lists, the diary commitments, the ordinary routines that kick in as soon as eyes are open and brain in gear. Instead think of your life as that of a human being glorified by the life of God in Christ, caught up into the eternal beauty and purpose of that Goodness without remainder that is God, generously and creatively radiating light and life in the outward movements of renewing Love.

Just for some minutes, ignore the background hum of a culture that says you are what you do, and you are what you earn, and you are what you consume, and you are whatever the culture gives you permission to be. Instead read a chapter of Kathryn Tanner's new book, Christ the Key.

Oh, I know. It isn't exactly the first alternative thought that enters the mind at 5.50 a.m. But it is what I did, as I browsed this new book, started reading, kept going, and began thinking the kind of thoughts I've just written. This is serious theology in the service of Christians longing for an alternative vision of God that starts and ends with God revealed in Christ, rather than being reduced to the needs-meeting God so celebrated by Christian consumers. The life God intends and offers for a world of creatures, including humans like ourselves, is not only imaged in Jesus, but is divine gift conferred by the power of the Spirit, opening the human being to the life of God, through the Word made flesh, crucified and risen.

This kind of theology is not your usual thought for the day. More thought for the rest of your life. Here's a couple of paragraphs of what this kind of theology reads like – it isn't easy to read. The best theology isn't easy; it's task is not to indulge us, but to open us up to that which transforms us.

"The humanity of Jesus has that perfect attachment or orientation to the Word in virtue of his being one with the Word, nothing apart from it; and we gain the capability of something like that through our connection to him. By the power of the holy Spirit, the first person of the trinity sends the second person into the world so as to be incarnate in human flesh, one with the humanity of Jesus. That same power of the Spirit comes to us through the glorified humanity of Christ in order to attach us to him, make us one with him, in all the intensity of faith, hope and love.

In virtue of such close attachment to the divine image, humans would be the images of God, not just in leading borrowed lives, but by living off God, so to speak, by drawing their very life, that is, from the divine image to which they cling, in something like the way an unborn baby lives off the life of its mother, living in, with, and through her very life. Or – to use the more common biblical imagery perhaps – they would exist as images by being like branches living only off the alien sap on the vine to which they have been grafted. They would be images in the way otherwise empty mirrors enjoy brightness only by receiving from outside themselves the light of another."

(Kathryn Tanner, Christ the Key, Cambridge: CUP, 2010), 14-15.

Now having read something like that, our to do lists, diary and daily routines are put in their proper place, and life recovers some kind of proportion, eh? Like mirrors of God in Christ, we enjoy brightness by receiving the light of another. Oh you Beauty!

16 February 2010
Winter to Spring, Royal Deeside and a Wedding

Been up the North East for the weekend. I was conducting a wedding on Sunday afternoon but we spent Saturday afternoon revisiting familiar places along Deeside and Donside. The countryside has been bruised and flattened by the long freeze and deep snow, but it still lifted the heart to look at dark green forest, mountains on the skyline, and on Saturday the kind of blue sky with a late winter sun which touches that deep place where longing waits to break and heal the heart. There's a beauty in the slow movement of winter to spring that combines elegy with hope, that reminds us how sensitive we are to being old, or young, and how much it matters that we have those days when horizons matter, because they compel vision outwards.

And during our weekend meanderings we saw an osprey carrying a large trout out of the Banchory trout fishing loch (the photo is from here); there were long skeins of geese honking their way north, chevrons of fellow travellers staying in position to make the journey easier for themselves and their neighbours; driving home on Sunday night a stoat still wearing its ermine coat decided to play chicken on the Aucterarder bypass – it lived to boast about it.

The wedding was – well what else? A Valentine Day wedding, two young people telling all the important people in their lives about their commitment to each other for the rest of their lives. They too had been touched in that deep place where longing waits to break and heal the heart. Sharing the day with a family I first met 26 years ago – to the day as it turns out. And the groom was the first of many child and family dedications I conducted in the ministry that started in Aberdeen in 1984. Much has happened since in their lives and mine, and the coming together in prayer, promise and praise was just one more of these miracles of pastoral friendship that make being a pastor more profitable than a banker's bonus! Would I exchange such days for a six figure sum? The question is ludicrous because the answer to me is obvious. Lest there be any doubt. No.

15 February 2010
Random poems, and a founder of Random Acts of Kindness

Came across the poem below while looking for something else. Didn't recognise the poet so went looking and found she has written a book with the first line as a title.

Markova is a psychotherapist in Vermont, and is far better known there than here. She is a significant influence in the Random Acts of Kindness movement, which is enough for me to be interested. If you want to know more you her website is here.

The poem itself is a beautiful statement of determined vitality, a description of risk-taking in order to be frutiful, an attempt at transforming wistfulness into lived purpose.

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

Fully Alive – Dawna Markova

14 February 2010
Wishful thinking from the standpoint of the cross and the resurrection

A conversation with a friend recently wandered from here to there and eventually to some of the words of Julian of Norwich. As you do! Anyway; the optimism of Julian and the sheer exuberance of her vision of a universe enfolded in the love of God, and in which the promise " all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well", rings with the tone of a perfect eschatological resonance – all this she wondered, was maybe wishful thinking instead of good theology. Nothing if not cultured this friend.

Which set me thinking about wishful thinking, epistemology, religious experience and a liveable theology. Bear with me – this is as complicated as it'll get. Mainly it set me thinking about "wishful thinking". One of those phrases usually preceded by an assumed or stated word couched in the dismissive mood – "mere", "only", "just". Nothing more than wishful thinking, fantasy, make believe, unsupported by universally accessible and verifiable evidence. Quite. In any case, not borne out by some people's life experience. Quite so.

Which for me raises the fundamental question of worldview, and prompts reflection on the underlying disposition from which we look on the world, our experiences and the possible explanations of why our life is as it is in the world. Maybe for now "we see through a glass darkly", but that evocative phrase keeps company with three words that presuppose a fair degree of wishful thinking. Faith, hope and charity.

(Go read 1 Corinthians 13 – in the King James Version please : – the translation choice is deliberate)

The point is, faith is wishful thinking:

not mere wishful thinking,

but the capacity

to trust that the future isn't all catastrophe but comes towards us in blessing too

to believe that faithfulness in friendships and other relationships is not an illusion, but one of life's given miracles

to accept that who we are is loveable because God loves us, and that others are loveable for the same reason

The point is, hope is wishful thinking:

not mere wishful thinking,

but the capacity

to look at darkness and not deny the existence of the sunlight and goodness

to face up to hate and hurt and not give up on forgiveness and healing, for oursleves and for others

to pick up the broken pieces of our own or another's life, and remake them into new patterns that are joy to behold

The point is, charity is wishful thinking:

not mere wishful thinking

but the capacity

to entrust ourselves to others in the mutual holdings of passionate commitment and faithful friendship

to welcome other people as companions discovering together what it means to be human, and to share and exchange blessing

to believe that self-giving, compassion and generosity are part of the gift and the mystery of a truly human life

Wishful thinking is not ill-conceived naivete. It is a standpoint from which to view the world without cynicism. It is a theological affirmation that holds with profound seriousness the truth and reality of God's love. And so, it is God's love that is the fixed point for all our other calculations and conclusions about what our existence and purpose is about.

And no. God's love is not divine wishful thinking. In being crucified divine love took on the full force of all that makes for brokenness and hopelessness; in the resurrection all the fractured futilities of our too human sinfulness was gathered into a newness we could never have imagined. Wishful thinking for a Christian begins beneath a cross and is confirmed outside a tomb where death and all its cronies were defeated.

The chalk image is by Linda McCray, "Heart of the Trinity". You can find her work, which I like a lot, at her blog and website, starting here

12 February 2010
Relocation, Relocation, Relocation!

Big excitement and big scary. There are times when life changes because circumstances do; and there are times when we change the circumstances on which our lives are built. We moved to Paisley in 2002, sensing the call of God as I took up the appointment as Principal of our College. It has always been our intention to retire to Aberdeen, and we knew we would review our life situation once Sheila retired which she did in August 2008.

The main question was whether we might return to pastoral ministry or I would continue in my current vocational place in the College. For all kinds of reasons it still feels right to stay with the College through the next phases of transition and development. A letter has gone out to all our churches explaining all this as best any of us can explain the movements of God in our lives, and the impact of that on life itself. One thing being a pastor for most of my working life has taught me, is that God's will is nothing like as clearly discerned as many a piece of advice offered with uncomplicated confidence might suggest. That nearly always means that decisions aren't straightforward either.

Several months ago, after careful consultations with others, and "not a little prayer", we decided the time had come to move back and make our home in Aberdeen. Sheila will be able to reconnect with important networks of friends, professional colleagues, and be part of the place to which we will eventually retire.

I will be in College most of the working week, but also working from home in relation to College administration, representation and academic research. I have accommodation (hospitality) near the College and will do what a lot of people are now able to do – work from more than one base, and make the diversity an advantage. We are fully aware of the implications, (as far as foresight and responsible forward planning can make us), and possible challenges, though obviously they have to be lived through in order to work them out finally and fruitfully.

The immediate result is that we have recently confirmed the sale of our house in Ralston and have now bought a new home in Westhill, a few miles west of Aberdeen. We will be relocated before Easter. Readers of this blog will be aware that my own view of life is informed by a deep sense of the serious fun and responsive risk-taking that is a life offered daily in the service of God and in faithful following after Christ, urged on and attracted forward by the Spirit who is the antidote for staleness, stagnation and stuckness! So. Big excitement and big scary. Not sure if I should say Lord have mercy or thanks be to God! Probaly a liturgical rhythm of both over the next few weeks and months would ensure that the benefits and frustrations are appropriately acknowledged!

10 February 2010
When tears are the words of our prayers.

Sometimes the coincidence of incongruence can become a prophetic and moving glimpse into mystery.

I came across the photo below last night, while browsing the Archbishop of Canterbury's website. Two holy men, and I mean that word, stand together. They are recognised leaders of two traditions that flow from Abraham, a confluence of faiths.

Behind them the evil enigma of Auschwitz, the rail lines converging on the gate of death, and the remembered anguish of millions, beyond comprehension, but requiring to be remembered. Christian and Jew, standing together, dressed in black, their faces unable to tell the story, but etched with immense sadness.

All this I am thinking, while Johnny Cash beats out his theme song, and one of my most favourite tracks on any record, Man in Black. And just as I happen on this picture, he's singing:

"I wear it for the thousands who have died,

believing that the Lord was on their side,

I wear it for another hundred thousand who had died,

believing that we all were on their side."

And the incongruent coincidence of music, the photograph, the memories of books I've read written by these two spiritual guides of our age – too much, and I cried.

And thus prayed. Kyrie eleison.

9 February 2010
Living Wittily and serving God in the tangle of our minds
To serve God wittily in the tangle of our minds….

This post was written three years ago when I started blogging as Living Wittily. It's based on the motto at the head of the blog page, words of Sir Thomas More, from Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons.

I read it every now and then to check it is still mostly what I am about – and it is. I've posted it again as a blogging reiteration, a restatement of why the time and energy to do this blog seems worthwhile. This is now the 1001st post – a lot of words. I hope some of them have mattered and made a difference.

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Almost every word of this phrase has significance for an obedient
following after Christ. At least for me. Unpacking this I use the inclusive
'we' – others may not think or feel this way, which is fine. I would be
interested though to hear from you what you think it might mean "to serve God wittily in the tangle of
our minds".

To serve
implies obedience, but as willing grateful surrender, an inner attitude of
consistent readiness, from which each action and activity derives its value as
an act of devotion following after Christ.

To serve wittily
means an end to naivete, a call to attentiveness and alert observation of the
world in which we live and move, and within which we are called to serve. So
having our wits about us will mean, (and this only for starters – feel
free to add to this unpacking process)
1. Not being rendered myopic by cultural
  assumptions, but rather
  see the world through the lens of the Gospel – not war but peacemaking;
  not greed but generosity; not lies but truthfulness; not power over others
  but power serving others.
2. Not being pushed around by consumer
  pressures but rather
  being intentionally shaped and transformed by Jesus. And what are the
  economics of the Kingdom; what is it that profits a human being?
3. Not being morally
  domesticated by ethical and cultural accommodations, but rather seeking to live
  in the radical freedom of the Kingdom of God where the only rule is God’s rule. The
  culture of hard realism challenged by visionary compassion; the idolatry
  of the bottom line questioned by gestures of sacrificial extravagance; the
  semantic cosmetics of political correctness superceded by communities of
  Jesus embodying radically inclusive love.
4. Not being embarrassed by the evidence of
  Christendom in decline, but rather
  seeking and embodying a lifestyle more faithfully rooted in the teaching
  of Jesus.
The tangle of our minds –
tidiness and system, an imposed order on life, what P T Forsyth called the lust
for lucidity – none of these answer to the sheer messiness and inconvenience of
the world, our culture and our times. There is that in the Gospel which resists
being combed into shape, style and fashion. ( I use the metaphor as one who no
longer has much use for a comb!) My own experience has been that Christian
theology, ethics and practice have to relate to a world constitutionally ambiguous,
unpredictable, inconsistent – and each human life is entangled in the
consequent joy and suffering that is a human life together.

And it is the tangle of our minds;
speaking here only for myself, my deepest theological convictions, and even my
most passionate spiritual experiences, are often rooted in the life of the
mind. Thought, reflection, consideration, contemplation, reason, understanding,
prayer – however deeply I feel the truth of things, they become most real and I
own them as life convictions mostly as they are received and welcomed as ideas
rooted in experience and expressed in the life God gives me to lead. Loving God
with my mind is an essential not an optional devotional attitude and aptitude
in my own spirituality – and for better or worse.

So as a motto, ‘to serve God wittily in the tangle of our minds’,
provides a number of perspectives on my personal discipleship. However, in case
I get too serious about this, serving God wittily could also mean humorously,
good humouredly, and with hilarity. Fun and laughter being an essential
presupposition of healthily, gladly, en-joy-ably, serving God.
That sets me thinking about the spiritual discipline of fun – is there a
discipline of
fun, an obligation under God to be a gladness maker?!
8 February 2010
The importance of good customer service – are Christians more pleasant customers to serve?

In Morrison's Saturday morning for the usual top-up of what we forgot to buy.

Other customers at the checkouts seemd to have articulated trolleys carrying a month's supplies for a family of ten.

Waited patiently while the couple in front loaded the checkout with food piled like a mountain range, then loaded their bags, paid and departed with enough supplies to survive a sizeable biblical siege.

During this time the young assistant chatted cheerfully about her job, commented on various food items which she liked or didn't.

Our turn comes and we only have enough to fill two carrier bags – so our checkout chatter engaged us in enjoyable comment about our pineapple, the creme caramele, the chilli cream crackers.

Aged 19 she recently tried to prepare a fresh pineapple for the first time, but was left with butchered pulp, but she thought the creme carameles looked nice enough to eat, and the chilli crackers she confessed were one of her habits.

Enter behind us customer with protruding bottom lip – not a natural physiological phenomenon but a highly visible signal of disapproval that she was being delayed by a lassie's friendliness.

Instead of protruding my tongue, or using my lips to form words like 'Smile God loves you', I decided to do it for her, and smiled disarmingly as those who know me know I can.

Didnae work – and our loquacious friendly, light-hearted checkout assistant continued her running commentary on our dietary tastes (garlic this time) oblivious of looming clouds of customer checkout rage.

Behind her the protruding lip was dangerously reaching maximum disapproval extension, reinforced now by lowering eyebrows and folded arms.

At which point I put my plastic into the PIN pad and commented in my most winsome tones to our stressed out customer, so allergic to conversation, laughter, friendliness and fun, "Isn't it nice to have somebody who talks to the customers?"

Didnae work – she obviously didn't know who I was, and didn't want to.

Left me with a new understanding of the phrase "customer service".

I think those who serve customers should be served their fair share of courtesy, appreciation, understanding, friendliness, and downright respect.

Know which one I'd rather meet at a party – or a football match – or a supermarket for that matter.

Wish the Morrison's training staff had witnessed this.

Maybe she isn't good at preparing a fresh pineapple – but she is very good at what she does at the checkout – and we said so – loudly.

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With this post Living Wittily passes the milestone of 1000 posts. In celebration, consolation or consternation, tomorrow I will repost the raison d'etre of this blog. A gentle reminder to me and those who visit, why I think all those words have some value beyond the pleasure of writing them.

7 February 2010