Living Wittily

Category: Christian Spiritual Traditions

  • “here’s tae us, wha’s like us” – Is there a Scottish spirituality?

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    An area of increasing interest for me is the way a spiritual tradition grows out of its native soil, and takes on the characteristics of its environment. The question of what is distinctive, even unique, in a spiritual tradition depends on the particularities of context – historical, political, cultural, religious – perhaps even geographical.

    The term "Scottish piety" (not sure about the continuing usefulness of the ubiquitous descriptor "spirituality") needs some clarifying.
    Is there a uniquely Scottish stream of Christian faith as it has been experienced, thought and lived? If so what gives Scottish piety its distinctive flavour?
    What in the Scottish context, over centuries, shaped and gave specific Scottish content to Christianity in Scotland, as through processes of revolution and evolution, it developed and changed?

    And what is meant by piety? In Scotland, amongst other things the impact of religious experience, doctrinal developments and doctrinal fixity, the role of the Kirk in discipline, worship, liturgy and community and people's experience of all of these. But also the relation of people to Bible, prayer, preaching and the hard to measure extent that such piety and faith exerted on and influenced daily life.

    All of this – but even then, "Scottish piety" remains unsatisfactory as a catch-all. For Scotland itself has a religious history and representation as varied as its own georgraphical landscape – Prebyterian and Catholic, Episcopal and Dissenting, Highland and Lowland, West and East – and in all this variety a gift of fractiousness that made fragmentation inevitable, bringing both blessing and loss.

    The research part of my current sabbatical is focusing on how to explore all this in a way that will help Scottish Christians to 'look to the rock from which we are hewn". Such an exercise involves a long ponder about what in our tradition, our way of following Christ, is of lasting significance and value, what can be appropriated and what now needs to be relinquished, in order to clarify what faithful following of Christ means in contemporary Scotland. If context is decisive in how a tradition is formed, it is also decisive in how that tradition changes, adapts and stays healthy. Quite straightforward really – not!

    A subsidiary interest is the way Scottish Baptist communities have emerged, developed, declined and yet continue to feature within the Scottish ecclesial landscape. Again, the focus of my personal interest is the way Scottish Baptists have experienced, thought and lived out their way of following Christ. The suggestion there is such a disctinctive thing as "Scottish Baptist piety" might be even more contentious. And for that very reason even more interesting, as a route to self-understanding and renewal for communities sharing in the experience of decline, and badly needing to recover confidence in a Gospel which never promised us a rose garden – or an assured place at any table, political or religious, other than the one where bread is broken and broken hearts are healed.

    Anyway, that's what I'm about these days.

  • George Herbert: Secretary of Praise

    200px-George_Herbert Amongst my treasured literary possessions are several carefully sought out, frequently handled, and regularly read editions of The Temple, George Herbert's matchless contribution to Anglican Spirituality. For my 40th birthday I was given a leather bound early Victorian copy by my friend Kate. It was given as a prize for Arithmetic, to Master W L Riddell, in 1864, while a pupil at Mr Crerar's School,13 Forth Street, Edinburgh. It was published by the Edinburgh firm of James NicholI, around the time they started issuing those famous sets of the works of Standard Puritan Divines such as Thomas Goodwin and Richard Sibbes. The book has copper engraved borders within which each poem is placed like a framed word picture – which much of Herberts verses are. In bookseller's parlance, the condition is "used, no marking, previous owner's bookplate (the prize label), finely bound in tooled and gilt leather with signs of some use." Perfect – and it couldn't be in safer, more appreciative hands!

     

     Herbert 001 Nearer my 50th Birthday I uncovered another Victorian edition, maroon cloth, elaborate gilt celtic tooling, and used enough in the past 150 years to make me feel that reading it is an act of recognition, that someone else, numerous someone elses, have enjoyed the look and feel, the smell and heft, as well as the contents of a favourite book. This edition has copper engraved prints(an example here) as well as page borders, good illustrations of how the Victorians imagined seventeenth century English life, and now enjoyed by a 21st century bibliophile. One example of Victorian devotional book illustrative art shows the choir singing 'Let all the world, in every corner sing, My God, and King'. I've  never visited  Bemerton where Herbert was country parson, but later this year, as part of several sabbatical pilgrimages, I'm going looking for Herbert's church of St Andrew's, Bemerton. and Leighton Bromwold. Salisbury Cathedral  which I've never seen is nearby and will be enjoyed as an enduring  expression of  devotion to God through archtecture on the grand scale. But the little church Herbert restored bears witness to a different scale and quality of devotion – in my imagination I see Herbert being as careful about the details and care for restrained beauty of expression in the restoration of God's house as he was about the selection and arrangements of words and images in The Temple.

     

    Coats-memorial-church-s I remember on a warm June evening, singing that Herbert psalm, 'Let all the world, in every corner sing', in the magnificent setting of Coats Memorial Church, with the choir (who didn't look anything like in the picture above) and a small gathered congregation. I've never forgotten the coincidence of mellow late evening sunlight, the soft authority of the great organ, the harmony of choir and congregation, and the aesthetic beauty of a building that is itself an historical accident. It was built in 1894, when the finest material and the most skilful craftsmen were affordable, when Victorian confidence was still high enough to build without thought to cost, and before the turn of the century move away from large scale gothic towards more functional, modest places of worship. But that night, the glow of late sun-soaked oak, the clear handmade glass, the sanctified spaciousness outwards and upwards from the chancel, allowing light to be shaped and toned by warm sandstone and carved wood, all of which was part of the architect's intention – it all makes for a memory still sharp with the sense of smell, touch and sound. Reading George Herbert's hymn still has the effect of collapsing time into vivid memory of sight and sound.

  • Chestnuts, hazelnuts and brown theology.

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    Aesculus hippocastanum    , the horse chestnut season is here again. I remember as a wee boy in Ayrshire going looking for chestnuts, with all the excitement and anticipation of a child looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or the half crown lying neglected on the pavement would do. I've always felt when, under autumn trees I've picked up a newly dropped chestnut, that I've found something absolutely worth having. Every year I pocket a few; but they don't keep well. Their real beauty is in their newness, and in their promise of renewal – after all a chestnut is a seed. The colour something between red and brown but with contours that make the surface look like a polished spherical ordinance survey map traced on the grain of burnished wood; the shell smooth, glowing warm though cold to the touch; and the play of light on the naturally varnished shell, like a brown gem not so much reflecting the sun as absorbing it, and bearing witness to promised life.

    And yes, I know it was a hazelnut that did it for Julian of Norwich, but every year chestnuts do it for me. So with apologies to Lady Julian:

    And in this he shewed a little thing, the size of a chestnut,
    lying in the palm of my hand, and it seemed to me round as a
    ball. I looked thereon with the eye of my understanding and thought,
    "What may this be?" And it was answered generally thus: "It is all
    that is made." I marvelled how it might last, for me thought it might
    suddenly have fallen to nothing for littleness. And I was answered in my
    understanding: It lasteth and ever shall, for God loveth it. And so all things have being by the love of God.

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    As soon as it's light I'm off for my slow trot around the park – to gather a few sacraments of created smallness which witness to the being all things hath by the love of God. As I hold them and gaze on them, I will be engaging in brown theology – seeing in their burnished glow, the prodigal promise of life instilled in a world that was only ever intended as gift to be enjoyed. 'All things were made through Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made…'.

    Such sacraments of created smallness rebuke the destructiveness and waste of our way of living by their sheer incongruence. Give it time and that 1 inch nut becomes the 70 foot tree; for so all things have their being by the love of God.

  • “The Catholic Spirit”, John Bunyan and Post Denominationalism

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    "Christians are like the several flowers in a garden, that have upon each of them the dew of heaven, which being shaken by the wind, they let fall their dew at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished and become nourishers of one another."


    (John Bunyan, Christian Behaviour, quoted in Bunyan the Christian, Gordon Wakefield, Collins, 1992).

    Gordon Wakefield was a lifelong Methodist, and passionate ecumenist. He had no hesitation in affirming the valid and rich diversity of the Christian tradition, while holding with careful intent to his own Methodist convictions. Like John Wesley, he exemplified a devout eclecticism, and urged amongst different Christian communities the nurture of 'a Catholic Spirit'. Reading yet again Wesley's great sermon on this theme was one of the diversions of my time at St Deiniol's. The anti-ecumenical stance of some contemporary evangelicals is deeply embedded in some strands of the Evangelical tradition – but it is also challenged by others, including the Wesleys, John Newton, Charles Simeon, and if we include the Puritans then Thomas Goodwin and of course Alexander Whyte. Indeed Whyte defined Evangelical spirituality as Christ-centred and hospitable hearted – a balance that both encourages and enables fellowship, avoids small minded and exclusive claims, and maintains the place of Christ without displacing others.

    The text for Wesley's sermon comes from Second Kings, "And when he was departed thence, he lighted on Jehonadab the son of
    Rechab coming to meet him, and he saluted him, and said to him, Is
    thine heart right, as my heart is with thy heart? And Jehonadab
    answered: It is. If it be, give me thine hand." 2 Kings 10:15.


    Now we might have some exegetical hesitations about the use of such a text as a justification for the Catholic spirit, and ecumenical engagement. But right hearts and extended hands does seem to suggest a willingness not to see 'the other' as a threat, or one who must think as I think. There's something grudging about giving someone the benefit of the doubt – why not give them the benefit of our goodwill that is willing to take risks? One of the consequences of celebrating, lamenting or simply conceding the onset of  "post-denominationalism" is an impatience with difference, a nervousness about what is distinctive in how various groups of Christians have understood the call of Christ upon their lives. Diversity need not be competitive, exclusive, negative; it can be co-operative, inclusive and positive – and not in any way that need minimise the call of Christ to each of us to be faithful in following Him in the way He has called us to be. Indeed John Bunyan, who knew in his own experience the consequences of offending the rampant rightness of those who used power, exclusion and coercion in their efforts to standardise Christian behaviour and practice, makes exactly this point in Pilgrim's Progress.

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    "Behold the flowers are divers in Stature, in Quality, and Colour and Smell and Virtue, and some are better than some: Also where the gardener hath set them, there they stand, and quarrel not with one another."
    (Quoted in Wakefield, page 67)

    I am deeply, probably now indelibly dyed as a Baptist Christian, for whom "our Lord Jesus Christ, our God and Saviour is the sole and absolute Authority in all matters pertaining to faith and practice, as revealed in the Holy Scriptures….". The Baptist tradition, with its radical and separatist history, has much to offer the Church of Christ, much to teach and much to live up to as a stream in the Christian tradition. But we also have much to receive from the Church of Christ, much to learn, and much to discover and value in what others have experienced and come to know of the fullness and richness of Christ. Here are three verses of a longer hymn from Charles Wesley – they say so much……..

    Weary of all this wordy strife,
    These notions, forms, and modes, and names,
    To Thee, the way, the Truth, the Life,
    Whose love my simple heart inflames,
    Divinely taught, at last I fly,
    With Thee and Thine to live and die.

    Forth from the midst of Babel brought,
    Parties and sects I cast behind;
    Enlarged my heart, and free my thought,
    Where'er the latent truth I find
    The latent truth with joy to own,
    And bow to Jesus' name alone.

    Join'd to the hidden church unknown
    In this sure bond of perfectness
    Obscurely safe, I dwell alone
    And glory in th' uniting grace,
    To me, to each believer given,
    To all Thy saints in earth and heaven.


     

  • Michael Ramsey and the centre of theology

    One of the most holy, if often misunderstood figures in the 20th Century Church of England was Michael Ramsey, Archbishop of Canterbury. The biography by Owen Chadwick is characteristically elegant, sharply and humanely observed, and a good example of theology being done through biography, faith lived in the lapidary tumbling of relationships, circumstances and human activity, that eventually give shape and definition to who we are.

    As a student Ramsey wanted to buy a couple of pictures to give some interest to the bare walls of his undergraduate room. He bought a print of the crucifixion by Perugino. The significance that print took on with passing years is described in a moving paragraph that shows Anglican spirituality at its best – theologically sensitive, sanctifying the ordinary, at ease with contemplative wonder in the presence of Christ incarnate, crucified, risen. Here is Chadwick’s gently observed comment on the private devotion of an Archbishop for whom time and again, prayer took precedence over politics:

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    ‘He hung the reproduction over the mantle-piece in his room at Magdalene. Slowly it came to be something more than an ornament. It hung in the same central position in every house or apartment where he lived; so that it hung during his life on nineteen different walls, but never, so to speak, changed its place. ‘At the time of purchase’, he said,’I thought it a "nice picture". It soon came to be the centre of theology, doxa.’ ‘It is for me a great picture, because it wonderfullyshows a large part of what christianity means. christ is seen suffering, suffering terribly, and yet in it there is triumph; because love is transforming it all’.

    Owen Chadwick, Michael Ramsey. A Life, (Oxford:OUP, 1990), 369.

  • Prayer distilled to the essentials

    ‘Lord, let me not live to be useless’.

    This one line prayer explains something of the devotional intensity and driven pragmatism of John Wesley.

    ‘Lord give me life till my work is done, and work till my life is done’.

    The epitaph of Vera Brittain, expressing that longing so characteristically human for our lives to have meaning and value.

    ‘For all that is past, thanks – for all that is to come, Yes!’

    Dag Hammarskold’s formula for spiritually respopnsible and responsive living.

    And then this, which I found today, another one line prayer from Albert C Outler, Wesleyan scholar, Christian gentleman, and ecumenical enthusiast:

    ‘Keep us Lord from the love that deceives, and from the candour that wounds.’

    As a succinct statement of Christian hospitality to the views of others, that is hard to beat for its generosity tempered by integrity.

    Comments open for your favourite one line prayer.

  • ….stoops heaven to earth….

    Burne36 In an extended poem of mixed quality, is to be found one of the finest theologically centred verses Richard Crashaw ever wrote. The Incarnation lies at the heart of Christian faith. Yet however precisely we formulate theological statements and calibrate doctrinal definitions in order not to say too much or too little; or however much we more humbly take refuge in paradox, and contemplate the mystery of the ages being revealed in the birth of a child; it may be that poets are our best guides, with the gift of imagination both reverent and daring, and using and crafting words less concerned with metaphysical precision than with spiritual comprehension. Doxology, the expression of praise through words which themselves must always be scandalously inadequate because human, are yet deemed worthy of the worship of God and the contemplation of the Divine Love, by none other than the Word made flesh:

    Welcome, all Wonders in one sight!
       Eternity shut in a span.
    Summer to winter, day in night,
       Heaven in earth, and God in man.
    Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth
    Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth.

    Earlier this week marked the tercentary of the birth of Charles Wesley. He wrote many hymns on Christ’s nativity, but it is in one of his most famous hymns that he conveys the concentrated focus of God’s intention in the Incarnation.

    He left his Father’s throne above-

    So free, so infinite his grace-

    Emptied himself of all but love,

    and bled for Adam’s helpless race.

    ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free;

    For, O my God, it found out me

    Later this morning we will go to Choral Communion at the historic Paisley Abbey. I think a Choral Christmas Communion is one of those liturgical occasions when worship arises from the heart, almost against our will. Or at least thought and feeling, memory and intention, joyful Advent and remembered Easter, draw the soul upwards, wondering and mystified by a God whose love coalesces in the humility of Incarnation and the humiliation of Atonement, and yet, because we know how the story ends, humble redeeming love triumphs in reconciliation, resurrection and new creation.

    Charles Wesley again:

    Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace,

    Hail the Sun of righteousness;

    light and life to all he brings

    risen with healing in his wings:

    mild he lays his glory by

    born that we no more may die

    born to raise us from the earth

    born to give us second birth:

    Hark the herald angels sing

    Glory to the new-born King.

    Glory indeed!

    As those embarrassed people say at the moment of their sudden fame, I’d just like to say hello to everyone who knows me! and have a Joyful Christmas!

  • “…the hospitable hearted, spiritually exercised Evangelical…”

    0_post_card_portraits__jrre_pursey_ ‘Get yourselves into a relation of indebtedness to some of the great writers of the present and the past…..’ The advice of Principal Alexander Whyte to New College Students, in a lecture on Thomas Goodwin, a Premier League Puritan, later published in Thirteen Appreciations. I am an admirer of Alexander Whyte for many reasons, though well aware he may be too Victorian for some tastes; psychological moralism, occasions when sentiment and scolding get in the way of persuasive insight, and all the time his fascination, in almost equal terms, with both sin and grace.

    But at his best Whyte has the dazzling, glimmering presence of Scheihallion, (his favourite Scottish mountain) covered in snow. In his sentimentality there isn’t a whiff of insincerity, and in his scolding there is the unmistakable solidarity of pastor with people, of scolder with scolded. And one of the main reasons I admire this Victorian Free Kirk preacher, is because he explains why I have long valued the writings of the most famous 20th century Trappist monk, Thomas Merton. And if you think a Free Kirk minister, who was Moderator of his church, who was Principal of its most influential College, and who for decades filled the pulpit of the Free Church’s most influential Edinburgh church, might raise a hoary eyebrow at a Baptist minister who is also Principal of a Denominational College claiming his support for such a reason – you’d be wrong and you’d be surprised.

    In the volume referred to Alexander Whyte wrote appreciations of thirteen Christian writers. As a Scottish Presbyterian Calvinist you’d expect Samuel Rutherford and William Guthrie the Fenwick Covenanter, and the New England Puritan Thomas Sheppard, to be ‘appreciated’. And Thomas Goodwin the Puritan was Whyte’s theological and spiritual mentor-in print – he read Goodwin so much the books had to be rebound in leather to withstand the wear and tear of a reader who lugged such tomes around with him while on holiday in the Highlands. But Whyte’s appreciation reached much further afield – he wrote one of the most penetrating reviews of the sermons of Cardinal John Henry Newman, and as a younger man visited this celebrated Roman Catholic Convert at the oratory in Birmingham. His appreciation of Teresa of Avila was reviewed in The Tablet and read in religious communities as the lunchtime sacred reading. His review of father John of Kronstadt took him into the Russian Orthodox tradition where he sensed the importance of bowing to mystery, gazing on the beauty of holiness and lifting the heart in passionate and unembarrassed devotion to God.

    Merton1 So what’s the connection between Alexander Whyte and my appreciation of Thomas Merton? Quite simple – Whyte urged those who would preach and pastor others to be a "true Catholic…a well read, open-minded, hospitable hearted, spiritually exercised Evangelical", and to be "in a relation of indebtedness" to those who on the journey with God are further down the road than I will ever be. At many important turns in my own journey, Merton has been one of those who knew the road better than me. As a guide he has helped me map some of my own inner geography, that changing landscape of the soul where psychology, spirituality and the reality of God provide the raw material of my own humanity in Christ. Over many years few writers have taught me better than Merton, the importance of knowing myself known, loved and called by God, to serve Him open of mind and heart to the truth and the presence of God in all of life.

    Whyte understood as few others in his age did, the damage done to the Gospel of Jesus, the mission of the church, and our personal spiritual development, by misguided and exclusive loyalty to the one narrow strand of the Christian tradition to which any of us happens to belong. Evangelicalism has been a tradition that, perhaps as a defensive buffer zone, developed strands of intolerance, its own list of no go theological areas and traditions, its in-built hermeneutic of suspicion that simply does not trust other traditions to be as ‘sound’, as ‘biblical’, in their understanding, interpretation and living of the truth of Christ. My own heart has never settled for such exclusiveness. Instead, like Alexander Whyte, A W Tozer, Thomas Goodwin, John Wesley, Richard Baxter and many, many others who stand either in Evangelicalism, or in the earlier traditions from which it emerged, I have put myself ‘in a relation of indebtedness’ to great souls of the Christian tradition, and been taught so much by those guests I have made welcome companions on my own journey.

    This Baptist then, has learned a lot I needed to know about loving God without pretence, from Merton the Trappist. But I’ve also learned how not to limit the range and depth of the love of God in Christ from the medieval Julian of Norwich and the Methodist Charles Wesley. The studied devotional precision of Anglican George Herbert, the astringent but healthy questioning of the Welsh priest R S Thomas, the verbal virtuosity in service of spiritual certainty and uncertainty of the Jesuit Gerard Manley Hopkins, continue to teach me the importance of words in conversation about God, more especially in conversation with God. But these are other stories, for other times.

    For now, over Christmas, I’m re-reading The Seven Storey Mountain, surely one of the 20th Century’s genuine spiritual classics. Not least because it is a frank, flawed and distilled account of spiritual emptiness and hunger, and of the remorseless mercy that pursues us with gracious and loving intent.

  • ’till by turning, turning , we turn round right

    6716f0d911433174fdb67bd3d9ce173f This is a Shaker community house – symmetrical, precisely crafted, ingeniously practical from the kitchen utensils to the foldaway beds. I mentioned the other day these remarkable people called The Shakers. Below is probably their most famous community song. You can find out more about them easily on the web.

    My interest isn’t in telling their history, but in trying to make sure such a radical community-oriented Christian sect isn’t simply forgotten. They are categorised by sociologists as a utopian sect – maybe they were, but sociologists also need to learn the word eschatological – because they were forward looking in hope of the return of Christ, and for them utopia would be the community gathered to God. Their worship drew its energy, originality and movement from that hope – gathering to God. They still have important things to teach us – about simplicity, about community, about delight in practical things made into spiritual occasions, about choreographed worship (liturgical dance long before it became recently fashionable), and about going against the stream as an act, indeed a lifestyle, of witness, obedience and communal otherness.

    1f8b8b3211433174fd2f16818f4fbf3d When we were in New England for a holiday some years ago we went to the Shaker Revels. Every summer local people re-enact the life and times of the local Shaker community. Up on Mount Pleasant, which was reached by taking us in an open, horse-drawn hay-cart, in period costume a full cast act, sing and tell the story. The preacher was magnetic, electrifying and utterly convincing as he roared and pleaded and warned about judgement; the haymakers had their scythes and rakes in rhythm to the work song; families enacted the simple communal life, and the whole evening ended down on the meadow where a fire was lit. Then the cast walked round it singing, while each took a branch, or some hay, or some other fuel, and added it to the fire. Then we were invited to come and joine hands with them, bring our fuel, and share the making and the warming of the fire – and all to the music of the song Simple Gifts.

    This was community performed before our eyes; this was symbol, fire and fuel, warmth and togetherness, heat radiating at the cost of being consumed, each with their gift of fuel for the fire and hands to hold. Whatever else church is – it is this. Only a couple of other times I can think of, was my heart so thrilled with the possibility of human closeness, to each other, to the hill, the stars, the fire – such an elemental, can I say sacramental, and simple gift – and that hand held dance around the fire, so that evnetually, we turn, and turn, and turn round right – how’s that for enacting repentance, turning round – and conversion. A beautiful event, commemorating a beautiful people….and here’s their beautiful theme song:

    ‘Tis the gift to be simple,
    ’tis the gift to be free,
    ’tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
    And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
    It will be in the valley of love and delight.

    Refrain:

    When true simplicity is gained,
    To bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed.
    To turn, turn will be our delight,
    ‘Til by turning, turning we come round right

    ‘Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
    ‘Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
    And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
    Then we’ll all live together and we’ll all learn to say,

    Refrain:

    ‘Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
    ‘Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
    And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
    Then we’ll all live together with a love that is real.

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