Category: Christian Spirituality

  • The Brazos Introduction to Christian Spirituality

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    If you are at all interested in Christian spirituality as both personal discipline and intellectual interest, then this is a book you might want to have on your desk, rather than the shelf – it's way too big for reading in bed. There are now several text books on Christian Spirituality, suitable for class use or personal study, offering breadth but not always depth. What makes this book worth buying and working through is the obvious virtue of its having grown in dialogue with students, being refined through collaboration with other scholars, and the alert attention the author has paid to his own spiritual development; and all this taking over thirty years of slow and healthy gestation towards publication.

    At 500 pages, double columns and hardback, the book has every appearance of meaning business. Each chapter begins with a clear outline and aim, then ends with a section on Christian spiritual practice, a chapter summary, several focused questions and a section for further study with suggested resources. There are sidebars developing content, excerpts from classic texts and figures in Focus boxes and illustrations which aren't there simply to break up the text.

    All in all I reckon this is the most user friendly substantial Introduction to Christian Spirituality now available, and one mercifully free from the desire to be comprehensive at the cost of depth. I've spent time on and off over the past few days reading, browsing, getting a feel for the overall schema and discourse level. My feeling is that the book still reads as a substantial handbook on Christian Spirituality which balances essential information and analysis of key theological concepts and disciplines, with practical focus on the personal and formative implications of spirituality. At around £15 Hardback and high quality production, the book is good value – and in more ways than the near giveaway price.

    This isn't a review – just a mention of a book I bought on the recommendation of friend and colleague, Deans Buchanan – who knows a thing or two about Christian Spiritual development. Have a look for yourself at the Brazos Press website here. .

  • Kierkegaard as man of prayer

    200px-Kierkegaard " To pray, to know how to pray, becomes more and more difficult the more one prays. The more one understands what he is trying to do – to have a relationship with God – the more presumptuous this appears to be…The more one comes to realise the difficulty of prayer, the more one relaises that in a sense the only real prayer is that one might be enabled to pray; then prayer becomes a silent surrendering of everything to God…

    For one who truly struggles in prayer, there always seems to be something more upon his heart. One must become transparent before God in all one's weakness and hope, but this is difficult indeed. This resolution of faith is hard, and yet  when one has prayed to exhaustion as one can weep to exhaustion, then there is only one thing more: Amen."

    This from Lefevre's chapter on Kierkegaard as man of prayer. He goes on to illustrate by citing Kierkegaard himself:

    "I almost feel the urge to say no single word more except this: Amen: for my gratitude to Providence for what It has done for me, overwhelms me…but thus even, through the unspeakable grace and help of God have I become myself."

    "It is wondeful how God's love overwhelms me – alas, ultimately I know of no truer prayer than what I pray over and over again, that God will allow me and not be angry with me because I continuously thank him for having done and for doing, yes, and for doing so indescribably much more for me than I ever expected."

    The Prayers of Kierkegaard, Perry D LeFevre, (University of Chicago Press: 1956), pages 201-2.

  • Spirituality – conjugating the verb “to be”.

    Evelyn_underhill Evelyn Underhill once observed, in her little book The Spiritual Life.

    "Most people spend their lives trying to conjugate the verbs 'to want,'
    'to have' and 'to keep'— craving, clutching, clinging—when all the
    Spirit wills us to do is to conjugate the verb 'to be.' "


    This comfortably off, middle class, Anglican spiritual director, whose devotional writing is a mixture of shrewd psychology and pastoral compassion, rooted in contemplative prayer, lived those words well. I still treasure many of her books – some of them in places laughably dated, but time after time you recognise, with a perhaps questionable spiritual envy, this woman's been 'far ben' with God.

    0_post_card_portraits_-_jrre_pursey_rev_whyte The phrase "far ben" is Scottish, used by Alexander Whyte (one of Scotland's finest preachers and most catholic spirits), to describe a shepherd he knew in his teens, who used the isolation of his days sheep herding in 1860's Glen Clova, to think and pray towards a closer walk with God.

    Both Underhill and Whyte, who I'm not sure ever even knew of each other, were steeped in the literature of spirituality – and from their starting points of high traditional Anglicanism with open edges (Underhill), and Scottish militant Free Church Presybterianism in which Whyte pushed the edges outwards beyond confining narrowness, they couldn't be more different. But as one of the puritans remarked of those he admired for their piety, they both "carried the scent of the same distant country of the soul."

    Reading some of their work again, along with other spiritual writers from the past century or so, I'm not persuaded, not even half convinced, that what is available in today's spiritual writing comes anywhere near the quality and spiritual perceptiveness of people like Whyte and Underhill. And without being overly judgemental, I wonder if that's because writing today is aimed at the niches of the market, rather than being an essential by-product of a heart and mind with much to say that grows with organic healthiness out of lives that are and have been "far ben" with God. 

  • Risk assessment and following faithfully after Christ

    Sod I said something recently in a discussion, and I didn't know I felt so strongly about it until I said it, thought more about it afterwards, and concluded that, for once, I strongly agreed with myself! Here's what I said:

    "If we are committed to following faithfully after Christ, do we follow One who leads us to the place of safety, or to the place of risk? Are we called to save our lives or lose them?"

    The thought didn't arise just because I'm familiar with Bonhoeffer and his call to sacrifice as the norm of Christ-like living. And I don't think it's just my age, and me pushing against the inevitable limitations looking for excitement. But recently I've begun to be impatient with attitudes and dispositions that make a virtue out of erring on the side of caution. I like the phrase – "erring on the side of caution" – it sounds so sensible, so prudent, so responsible, so safe – and not a bit like Jesus. I like the phrase, not because I agree with it, but because it tells the uncomfortable truth. We err when our anxieties and uncertainties, our self-concern and preferred comfort zones, shape the style and habits of our discipleship, and etch deep neurological paths that become the default settings of "responsible living".

    Whatever else following Jesus means, it can't mean a safe, comfortable, defensive life of controlled consequences and negotiable demands. The seed must die. Take up the cross and follow. The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head. Greater love has no one than this… Whoever saves their life will lose it. These are some of the texts I offered in College prayers yesterday as I thought out loud about how far risk assessment is compatible with following faithfully after Christ. Going where He leads, living by His words, relying on His grace, believing that, no matter when or where or what, if He calls and we follow, He will always be there before us, ahead of us. But knowing too, that Jesus may take us where we don't want to go, which means faithful following may require us to go against all those well reasoned out inner defense mechanisms that make us want to stay put, or opt for the more prudent alternatives.  

    Which makes me wonder. What's the relationship between trust and risk? Between faithful following and business as usual in this quite comfortable life? I read alongside such thoughts a poem of Mary Oliver. It says something of what I'm trying to think, say, and yes, find ways to live.

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    You are
    young.  So you know everything.  You leap

    into the boat and
    begin rowing.  But listen to me.

    Without fanfare,
    without embarrassment, without

    any doubt, I talk
    directly to your soul.  Listen to me.

    Lift the oars from
    the water, let your arms rest, and

    your heart, and
    heart’s little intelligence, and listen to

    me.  There is
    life without love.  It is not worth a bent

    penny, or a scuffed
    shoe.  It is not worth the body of a

    dead dog nine days
    unburied.  When you hear, a mile

    away and still out
    of sight, the churn of the water

    as it begins to
    swirl and roil, fretting around the

    sharp rocks – when
    you hear that unmistakable

    pounding – when you
    feel the mist on your mouth

    and sense ahead the
    embattlement, the long falls

    plunging and
    steaming – then row, row for your life

    toward it.

     

    I can hear Jesus say something similar – "row for your life – toward it". Life without risk is life without love, because love, for God and for others, requires openness, vulnerability, self-expenditure, a willingness for the unknown, a radical valuing of the other, for Jesus' sake.

    The poem can be found in Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume 2, (Beacon Press, 2007) ISBN 978-0807068878

  • The Divine Comedy, Everyman’s Library, and taking our lives seriously.

    In The Intellectual Life of the British Working Classes, Jonathan Rose celebrates the magnificent achievement of J M Dent's Everyman's Library, 'the largest, most handsome, and most coherently edited series of cheap classics'.

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    Over the years I've read a number of literary classics in the Everyman's Library Editions, and now own a number of them in their contemporary dress. They're still remarkably cheap given the quality of the production. I don't collect them, but now and again when I want to appreciate the beauty of a book as well as the quality of its contents, I indulge. How is this for a publisher's description of their product:

    Everyman's Library pursues the highest standards, utilizing modern
    prepress, printing, and binding technologies to produce classically
    designed books printed on acid-free natural-cream-colored text paper
    and including Smyth-sewn, signatures, full-cloth cases with two-color
    case stamping, decorative endpapers, silk ribbon markers, and
    European-style half-round spines.

    The original series reflected the choices and prejudices of its time – 1906 Edwardian England, in which Empire, Western Europe and maleness acted as cultural blinkers – though not as much as some have claimed. The new series begun in the mid 1990's is much more inclusive, and though it still gives prominence to items in "the Western Canon", there is now due recognition of other important voices. It's this modern Everyman's which I enjoy reading, holding, looking at. There are several key poets, several of the great novels, and an assortment of miscellaneous personal preferences I'd like to accommodate in the already tightly budgetted space on my bookshelves. (Now the Everyman's Pocket Poets – they are already claiming space on the narrow shelves and wee corners where others don't fit).

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    "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". More prosaically, a number of life coaches and social psychologists are suggesting one way to beat the credit crunch, defy  economic despair, dispel the can't-afford-it gloom, is to go on allowing ourselves the occasional luxury enjoyment, the regular encounter with beauty, a deliberate evasion of barcode valuation. For some it's chocolate, or concert tickets, flowers, colourful clothes – actually I like all these options as well – but a selection of them kinda books what are described above? Would that be credit crunch defiance – or denial? Well no – it would be commendable cultural responsibility, responsibly developed literary taste, judicious aesthetic choices made in a crass consumerist market – aye right.

    Anyway, I've quietly been making my way through Dante's The Divine Comedy, which I've never read all the way through. The photo (a reminder of sunshine on a dreich Scottish January weekend) is of Dante's statue which we visited a couple of years ago when in Verona – and I remember wondering why I'd never tackled a full reading of one of Europe's literary masterpieces. So I've started. 100 Cantos – finished by Easter? There are now several industries devoted to things to do before you die – places to visit, foods to eat, people to meet, ambitions for which to reach – haven't come across one yet about books to read before you die. Nevertheless.

    Hazlitt's comment on Dante's achievement explains why Dante's is a voice to be attended to at some time in life:

    " He stood bewildered, not appalled, on that dark shore which separates the ancient and the modern world…He is power, passion and self-will personified".

    Each day for around twenty minutes I'm attending to a voice which to me is strange, often compelling, at times perplexing, but which requires sufficient honesty and courage to have mind and heart, motive and desire, act and being, sifted by verse which is surgical in psychological exposure, but ultimately therapeutic in spiritual vision and intent. At times I've suspected Dante has been reading that diary of our inner life we all keep, which records in encrypted code those truths about us that no one else is allowed to know – but God knows, and in a moral universe, eternal consequence follows.

    Robert Browning once described Dante in two lines:

    Dante, who loved well because he hated,

    Hated wickedness that hinders loving.

    The paradox of that line, hating "wickedness that hinders loving", at least recognises the ambiguity of shame and dignity, of guilt and glory that comprises, and compromises, human existence at its worst and best.

  • Rowan Williams, – highly intelligent and/or Holy Fool?

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    Just been listening to a podcast of Archbishop Rowan Williams being inteviewed about his recent study of Dostoevsky. Discussing one of the readings from The Brothers Karamazov in which the devil / atheist case is being made, Williams  in a characteristic tone of affectionate dismissiveness describes such contemporary populist atheists as "second rate intellectual journalists". Nothing second rate about the range and depth of Rowan Williams own thinking, theology and spirituality.

    As a deep dyed Baptist I'm one of Rowan Williams' critical admirers from the outisde. He is complex, and can sometimes propose and promote impractical solutions to problems of serious import in the world Church. He adopts ethical positions with which I differ, but never lightly and never without learning much – both about the arguments, and how to argue as a Christian. He can be theologically difficult because in his own theological reflection and his commitment to work within the great ecumenical Christian tradition, consistency isn't allowed to hinder legitimate and therefore necessary development of thought. In his list of the sins of the life of the mind, inconclusiveness isn't as dangerous as closed certainty.

    Set me wondering about 20th and 21st Century Archbishops of Canterbury I rate along with Rowan Williams. Two really. William Temple whose social theology and grasp of both Gospel and society had considerable promise cut short by an early death; and Michael Ramsey whose oddity of character never seemed to obscure the sanctity and ecumenical persistence of one committed to the the world Church. Both these previous Archbishops have numerous entries in my stored quotations and references gleaned over years of reading and which used to be called commonplace books- and maybe each should get a post to remind us of their achievement, and remind us too why Rowan Williams is an important presence on our national stage. 

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    As for Rowan Williams himself, I hope that despite the heavy criticism he has received, some of it more or less to the point, but even more of it unfair and uninformed, he is able to go on encouraging Christians to think and to care about God, the Church and the world. My sense of the man is that holiness in him is real to the point of tangibility. That by the way, may be why he is such an uncomfortably innocent yet shrewd pastor of souls, and why he gets into trouble for adopting provisional positions and being unembarrassed about uncertainty.

    The self-confident certainties and rhetorical assuredness of the seasoned ecclesial politician would make for firmer leadership – but they aren't qualities that naturally grow out of holiness that while not otherworldly, has deep life-giving roots in the priorities of that other world. Personal holiness isn't a vote winner amongst the pragmatists and managers – but it carries a different kind of attractiveness and authority that doesn't depend on him always being right. He is a man who fully deserves the time it takes to pray for him – a complex man in a complex world, and one whose mind and heart are, I believe, important gifts to the whole Church.

    Amongst the intellectual and spiritual interests of this Archbishop is a deep grasp of Russian theology; the tradition of the Holy Fool is a strong and subversive element of Russian spirituality, (think of Dostoevsky's The Idiot). There is sufficient evidence in the holiness and wisdom, the political unpredictability and otherwordly trustfulness of Rowan Williams to suggest he is not altogether unfamiliar with the cost and consequence of being a fool for Christ's sake.

    I've just finished Shortt's biography, which is fair in its criticism and right in its sympathy and affirmation of Williams style of being Archbishop. Amongst its strengths I think, is Shortt's willingness to recognise and try to explain this hard to categorise combination of intellectual complexity, spiritual wisdom, theological polyphony, pastoral instinct and political uncertainty. 

    So he is a man who deserves our prayers, not least because he is a man defined by his own praying.

  • What are the benchmark statements on Christian leadership?

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    Yesterday I shared in the funeral service for Jim Wood, one of the finest Christian leaders I've ever known, and one of Scotland's most committed Baptists. I'll finish this post with an extract from what I shared about Jim in the funeral service. Reflecting through the week on the life and character of this remarkably able and unselfconsciously modest man, led me to some interesting thoughts about the way we think about leadership.

    Leadership has many styles, and God's gift of leadership needn't always demonstrate the same virtues and qualities. Jesus was a leader – though I'm not sure I'm entirely comforable with a word so compromised by power baggage – but the style of leadership, the way Jesus exercised authority, the goal and end of his 'leadership initiatives', were responsive to context and situation, and to the people in those situations and contexts.

    There is in the life and ministry of Jesus that kind of leadership

    • which takes initiative with loaves and fishes and makes things happen
    • which invites trust and risk in leaving the safety of the boat for the turbulence of the waves
    • which silences argument and heals wounded relationships by taking a basin and towel
    • which stops and asks the name of Legion, touches the scars of the leper, and throws parties for the unwanted and too easily ignored
    • which teaches prayer by doing it and so encourages discipleship by embodying obedience to the Father
    • which 'wastes time' that could be used 'more productively', talking at the well with a woman to help her move beyond what we now call 'a chaotic lifestyle'

    And so on. The whole Christian leadership thing has become a major area of study, contention, training, and concern, in churches looking for ways to survive, to grow, to be seen to be alive and relevant. And it's right to constantly explore and review how the dynamics of the Christian community work. But also in doing so to repeatedly, regularly, persistently, compare what we are saying and practising with the life and example of the One in whose name that leadership is expressed and all sharing of the Good News authorised.

    As I reflected on the character, life commitments, behaviour and influence of Jim Wood, I came to realise that he embodied a form of leadership which could never develop from intentional task-focused training, or from programmatic initiatives and approaches aiming to 'grow' leaders. There are times when our definitions of leadership, as strategically focused and missionally practical as they are (and perhaps need to be), are nevertheless far too pragamtic. There are other, perhaps as important styles of leadership which embody something less tangible and more crucial – a spirit of loving awareness and other-centred service in which we see authentic glimpses of Jesus, through which we recall loaves and fishes, gale lashed waves, welcomed strangers, a basin and a towel. Out of such a spirit comes the capacity to be the medium of a gospel of reconciliation, a conduit of that honest to goodness sincerity that touches lives with the gentle push in the right direction, which we call grace. Such is a style of leadership crucial to the health of our Baptist fellowships as discerning communities, which few are able to exercise. But Jim Wood did.

    Jim
    was a Christian, a Baptist Christian. His attendance at the church’s meetings,
    at Denominational Assembly and organisational gatherings was because he
    believed in the gathered church meeting for worship, prayer, and discerning
    together the mind of Christ. Natural courtesy, his measured thought, his
    moderated words, genuine belief in the importance of listening to the voice of
    Christ through the voices of individuals in the community of the Spirit, meant
    that his was an important presence. Not least because it would never have
    occurred to him that his voice carried more weight than anyone else’s.

    The qualities
    of  curiosity and open-mindedness,
    of  inner conviction and community involvement,
    of courtesy and conversation, meant that Jim was ideal in the always important
    role of Conciliator. Leadership
    takes many styles in contemporary church life; Jim Wood would never have
    claimed to be a leader. But he was.

    Inevitable tensions arise in the life of a
    healthy church, relationships become strained, misunderstanding or disagreement
    can develop. At such times every church needs those rare people who can see
    both sides of the argument and understand the different feelings and responses.
    They can interpret, bridge-build, calm hurt feelings and enable good
    communication. There is a form of leadership which looks to guide and encourage
    good decision-making by the pastoral care of those in danger of becoming too
    involved in their own agendas.

  • Scottish Spirituality: Horatius Bonar, Victorian hymns and contemporary praise songs

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    The fierce Scottish presbyterian minister in the photo is Horatius
    Bonar (1808-1889). The Bonars were like a Presbyterian theological dynasty in
    Victorian Scotland. Horatius studied under Thomas Chalmers, Andrew
    edited Rutherford's Letters and the life of Robert Murray McCheyne, and
    other members of the Bonar family served the Kirk and then the Free
    Kirk as distinguished ministers.

    Horatius
    Bonar
    was a popular devotional writer and one of Scotland's most
    prolific hymn writers. Some of his hymns are too sentimental, allowing
    emotion to dominate responses and eclipse the place of thoughtful
    doxology, weakening any literary impact as verse, and diluting that
    theological force which at its best in a good hymn both educates and
    inspires. Others were occasional and read now like what they
    are – poems so historically and contextually specific to their age that
    a later age lacks the right interpetive keys and needs to go looking
    for them. Others are long, theologically ponderous and even at times
    tedious in the writer's anxiety to spell out spiritual truth with
    serious devotional intent. But when Bonar's hymns are good, they are
    amongst the best. I reckon I've read most of the 600 or so he wrote,
    some of them only once! But some of them repeatedly, and several of
    them I think are so important they couldn't be displaced from the
    singing tradition of the Church in Scotland without serious deficit.

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    I say in Scotland, for Bonar's hymns reflect the deep piety of Reformed
    Calvinism of a very Scottish flavour, fired by theologically principled
    ecclesial disruption, shaped into verse which is unembarrassed in its
    use of Scottish idiom, and focused on Christ the Redeemer King who
    alone is Head of the Church and whose rights are supreme above all
    other claimants. His best hymns percolated into the hymnbooks
    of other denominations, though I suspect they are slowly but surely
    disappearing from use, even in Scotland. That's a pity. A Christian
    spiritual tradition at its healthiest has an enduring respect for those
    figures of the past, both great and unknown, whose piety and lived
    faith gives biographical shape to the faith. Yes the reformed church is
    always being reformed, and therefore changing and welcoming change, but
    with the qualification that Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today
    and forever. And yes, those convictions about the sufficiency of Christ
    and the claims of His Gospel, forged for Bonar in the heat of Victorian
    scientific optimism colliding with pious triumphalism, have ongoing
    life-giving significance for the church today and always. But only when
    they are translated into convictional practices valid for a church
    seeking to be faithful to Christ, now, in a postmodern,
    post-Christendom, pluralist society where consumer capitalism, not
    Christian conviction, is the primary social and spiritual driver.
    Christ, who is not time-bound, dares us to follow Him, learning from
    the past and from the communion of saints, demands that together we
    discern His mind for us now, and trusting the One in whom all things
    hold together, invites us to accompany Him into that future which is
    the coming of God. Yesterday, today, forever – Jesus Christ the same –
    but those who follow Him do so in the changing contingencies,
    challenging contexts, and moral perplexities, of our own and the
    world's history.  

    So
    yes, as disciples of Jesus we need now more than ever, hymns and other
    sung resources for contemporary worship, which reflect our contemporary
    malaise and our contemporary hopes, our contemporary anxieties and our
    contemporary search for peace, and which put into words and thought a
    faith resonant with the huge cultural shifts we are living through. But
    the word contemporary is a risky word, a word habitually dismissive of
    past insights, and easily overused as in the last sentence. But it is
    an important word, a reminder of how time bound we all are, and that
    our life together, our being time bound together, in this unstable and
    "fluxing" society, provides the context where we are now, in our own
    time, to hear Christ's call to follow faithfully after him. (Footnote:
    I owe the effectively descriptive word "fluxing" to Stuart.)

    In
    worship I want hymns / praise songs / worship songs to encourage,
    envisage, enable such faithful following. Hymns that help me bear with
    the hard questions, because they are soaked with Gospel; hymns that
    know how to tell the triumph of the cross without the pretences of a
    discordant triumphalism; hymns that gather up Gospel grace and
    unsearchable riches of love, and help me behold the beauty and glory of
    that Triune community of love Who embraces the universe with mercy
    that is eternal in its faithfulness. I long for worship songs that
    don't forever encourage me to tell God what I feel about God, but
    enable me to respond from my deepest being to John 3.16 and Romans
    8.38-39, which amongst other things are telling what God in Christ
    feels about all human beings, and why that mighty love is to be
    trusted. And if we must insist on "praise songs" as an alternative to
    "hymns", then let's also have "response songs"; songs that through the
    beauty of language and image, express certainties but don't forbid
    hesitations, celebrate beauty wherever it is found and lament and
    resist ugliness, and with equal passion let me sing songs that don't leave me
    hymning my own emotions, but invite me to share in the communal act of
    saying thank you to the great Giver of Gifts who is himself the Gift.

    All
    of which, by a long and circuitous route, brings me back to Horatius
    Bonar. Whatever else the church today is called to be and do, it
    remains a baptised community centred on Christ and gathered round the
    table of communion, in company with God and with each other. And one of
    the hymns that best expresses the individual Christian's response to
    that gathering around the Lord's Supper is Bonar's "Here O my Lord, I
    see Thee face to face". Like much else in his writing, Bonar isn't so
    strong on the communal or the catholic (in the sense of universal). But
    in this hymn Bonar describes, and through the description invites, face
    to face encounter between the believer and Jesus, through actions
    perfomed together, of bread broken, wine poured out. The hymn is nearly always
    edited and the verses rearranged – acts of sympathetic improvement
    because in its original form it is disjointed. I've copied the original
    below – for myself, it has long been one of the prayers I have open at
    communion – if there's a hymn-book! That has it in it!!

    The
    photo (above) of "The Hymns of Faith and Hope" is of the copy of
    Bonar's hymns I picked up in a wee secondhand shop a week or two ago, for the
    price of a fish supper! It's a bit worn, but dated 1876, when they knew
    how to make a book that would last, and would be worth keeping more
    than a century later.

    Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
    here would I touch and handle things unseen;
    here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
    and all my weariness upon thee lean.

    This is the hour of banquet and of song;
    this is the heavenly table spread for me;
    here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
    the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee.

    Here would I feed upon the Bread of God,
    here drink with thee the royal Wine of heaven;
    here would I lay aside each earthly load,
    here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

    I have no help but thine; nor do I need
    another arm save thine to lean upon;
    it is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
    my strength is in thy might, thy might alone.

    Mine is the sin, but thine the righteousness:
    mine is the guilt, but thine the cleansing blood
    here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;
    thy Blood, thy righteousness, O Lord my God!

    Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
    yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
    giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
    the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

    Posted By Jim Gordon

  • On not being owned by what we own

    5134gwgjnhl__ss500_ A story from the Desert Fathers

    One night bandits came to the hermitage of an old monastic and said: "We have come to take away everything in your cell."

    And the monastic said, "Take whatever you see my sons."

    The bandits gathered up everything they found and went away. But they left behind a little bag with silver candlesticks.

    When the monastic saw it, he picked it up and ran after them shouting. "Take these, take these. You forgot them and they are the most beautiful of all."

    Not quite a consumer led spirituality, eh? A kind of ‘turn the other cheek’ response to a greedy, grabbing culture? Overcoming the evil of robbery by generosity that makes what is stolen a gift? Uncomfortable people those desert monastics. Wouldn’t want one of them to be the church treasurer, in charge of the church development funds…… mmmm.

  • “And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long…”

    Qtz2009 I’m sitting transfixed in my study listening to Christian Forshaw’s utterly heartbreaking rendering of Come Down O Love Divine.  I wrote about this CD, "Sanctuary", some months ago, enthusing about this beautifully conceived and performed album.

    One of the recurring, indeed pervasive and persuasive notes in Elizabeth Johnson’s account of contemporary Christian thinking about God is that of a Love that is at once mystery and gift, transcendent and intimate, sovereign and self-giving. Forshaw’s rendering of this late middle ages hymn, Come Down O Love Divine, accompanying Aimee Green’s voice which is pure with devotional intensity and intent, simply raises my heart into another degree of spiritual awareness. The combination of human voice as embodied longing, and of the saxophone through which musical improvisation gives breath to unassuaged yearning, communicate degrees of spiritual desire that are breathtaking. And I mean breathtaking – the word is used with specific intent – the saxophone played by the controlled expulsion of breath, and the soul’s longing similar to overworked lungs inhaling oxygen, combine in spiritual aspiration and a final devotional surrender to the grace that transforms moral personality, transfigures character and transmutes human longing into fellowship with the Love Divine.

    And so the yearning strong

    with which the soul will long,

    shall far surpass the power of human telling;

    for none can guess its grace,

    till we become the place

    wherein the Holy Spirit makes his dwelling.