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  • When Scholarship Gets Caught Up in Spaghetti Junction Sentences.

    Those familiar with this blog will know I like commentaries. Not just to consult as reference books; but to read, and yes, some of them cover to cover. An exegetical commentary is an aid to understanding a text. When that text is a biblical document, establishing the meaning of the text is much more than an academic exercise of scholarship and intellectual engagement. It is all of that, but it is more.

    Having established the meaning of the text, a person of committed faith who views these texts as authoritative truth and guide for life will then want to go further: What does this text require of me? If I try to live in the light of this text what might that look like? Are there discernible connections between what the text says and the world we now live in?

    Answering such questions requires careful reading, alert listening, and expectation of questions. But those questions are two way – our questions to the text, and the text's interrogation of our heart's desires, our mind's thoughts, and our motives and actions each step of our journey. So a commentary can be an important help, a stimulus to thought, a source of key information about language, concepts, context and social milieu; all of that, and much more.

    Now all of that is by way of introduction to one of the most opaque paragraphs I've come across in a long while. I think I know what the author is trying to say, but my, what a tortuous semantic path he constructs to get there:  

    "In the New Testament there are other instances in which the causative sense would not make obvious nonsense – it is abstractly possible. But, on the other hand, there are so many instances where the causative sense is out of the question, so many other considerations arising from correlative and antithetical expressions indicating the forensic meaning, and the suitability of the forensic meaning in those cases where there is the abstract possibility of the causative sense that to impose an abstract possibility, contrary to the pervasive usage in the New Testament, in such cases would be wholly arbitrary and indefensible."

    That paragraph is worthy of submission for pseudo corner in Private Eye! But it occurs in a commentary written by a respected scholar in the Reformed tradition, which had on of the most respected editors of the series in which it appeared. Even one or two commas might have helped – or perhaps not!

  • Carrie Newcomer: Faith to Believe in the Holiness of Ordinary Life.

    Holiness is not an easily marketable quality. Few would put it on their CV as a strength that will impress the job interviewer. Which is a pity. Because holiness isn't the scary, self-righteous spoilsport word that everyone's glad is now a discontinued line of human development.

    Holiness is the inherent value of something. Holiness is what sometimes makes us wonder about the miracle of yet another day of life. Holiness isn't about heroic demonstrations of goodness, but the cultivated habit of ordinary kindness. Holiness is good food shared, the laughter of friends, a new thought that changes the way we see the world. Yes holiness eventually finds its way back to God as its source and origin; it is our everyday evidence all around us that God looked on all that he had made and it was very good. Holiness is, therefore, the determination to look for that "very goodness" even in a world as broken and overclouded as this. That takes maybe more faith than some of us think we have, to believe that this life we live as ordinary folk in a broken world has holiness as its gift and goal. But suppose that's exactly what we're meant for?   

    Carrie_Newcomer_In_India_MonsoonThe word holy occurs in a number of Carrie Newcomer's songs. The lyrics below are to her song "I Believe". It's the personal credo of a woman whose own faith is embedded in a Quaker spirituality. Acknowledging the pain and brokenness of life, allowing too for the blessings of love, learning, creativity and care for all that comes our way, Newcomer looks humanely on life around her, and within, and writes words that insinuate hope into that low grade despair we call world-weariness. (You can listen to her singing it over here. 

    What this song achieves is a level of honesty with her own shortcomings, a gentle acknowledgement of human fallibility in all of us, and a mind and heart alert to blessing that is as ordinary as any miracle ever gets (like ginger tea!). And that repeated credo, "I believe" is not an argument it is a testimony, and an invitation to her listeners and readers to look at life with unjaundiced eyes until we too can say, "I believe", and "All I know is I can't help but see / All of this as so very holy. Amen

    I believe there are some debts
    That we never can repay
    I believe there are some words
    That you can never unsay
    And I don't know a single soul
    Who didn't get lost along the way

    I believe in socks and gloves
    Knit out of soft grey wool
    And that there's a place in heaven for those
    Who teach in public school
    And I know I get some things right
    But mostly I'm a fool

    Chorus

    I believe in a good strong cup of ginger tea
    And all these shoots and roots will become a tree
    All I know is I can't help but see
    All of this as so very holy

    I believe in jars of jelly
    Put up by careful hands
    I believe most folks are doing
    About the best they can
    And I know there are some things
    That I will never understand

    Chorus

    I believe there's healing in the sound of your voice
    And that a summer tomato is a cause to rejoice
    And that following a song was never really a choice
    Never really

    I believe in a good long letter written on real paper and with real pen
    I believe in the ones I love and know I'll never see again
    I believe in the kindness of strangers and the comfort of old friends
    And when I close my eyes to sleep at night it's good to say
    "Amen"

    I believe that life's comprised of smiles and sniffles and tears
    And in an old coat that still has another good year
    All I need is here.

    Chorus

    I believe in a good strong cup of ginger tea
    And all these shoots and roots will become a tree
    All I know is I can't help but see
    All of this as so very holy

    I believe

  • Carrie Newcomer: Hope Set to Music.

    I've long listened to Carrie newcomer as a voice to be trusted. Her poetry is set to music, her music is in the words as much as the notes. Some of her best work explores our deep places where ache and longing are felt most acutely. Her words come with that gentle and humane understanding that sometimes hearts break, and aren't easily put together again.

    Consolation is one of those words that sounds old fashioned, archaic, hard to use in our Twitter-Instagram-Facebook-Text saturated social media exchanges. But I like it. My equally old fashioned non-online bulky Collin's Dictionary defines its meaning:  "a person or thing that is a source of comfort in a time of suffering, grief and disappointment."  Some of Carrie Newcomer's songs are best described as consolation set to music. Of course, there is a much wider emotional and experiential sweep to her poetry and music, including issues of justice, peace-building, human kindness, love as so much more than  romance, but not denying that either. 

    NewcomerOnce we listen to someone's work over a long time, (and my first Newcomer encounter was 25 years ago with albums like My True Name. I've learned how to listen to her and like that recent bestselling book The Poetry Pharmacy, her music is a prescription pad of medicines capable of being applied to the whole rainbow of human experiences. Including those times when our hearts need consoling.

    Another word in danger of being devalued by either misuse or falling into disuse is 'comfort' The word stripped back to its original oak grain means to surround with strength, to fortify, and so to help the heart hold itself together. Newcomer's music is comfort in this strong sense of inner transformation, renewal of strength and hope, pushing back the shadows, noticing the first green shoots, pointing to the first fingers of dawn, inviting us to sing again with words that are both prayer and a recovery of thew ability to say yes. 

    Here are the lyrics of one of the songs that I think does this. It comes from the album The Beautiful Not Yet. It can be heard over here.  

    Winter is the oldest season
    But quietly beneath the snow
    Seeds are stretching out and reaching
    Faithful as the morning glow

    Carry nothing but what you must
    Lean in toward the Light
    Let it go, shake off the dust
    Lean in toward the Light
    Today is now, tomorrow beckons
    Lean in toward the Light
    Keep practicing resurrection

    The shadows of this world will say
    There's no hope why try anyway?
    But every kindness large or slight
    Shifts the balance toward the light

    Waters wind and open wide
    Lean in toward the Light
    Don't just walk when you can fly
    Lean in toward the Light
    When justice seems in short supply
    Lean in toward the Light
    Let beauty be your truest guide

    The shadows of this world will say
    There's no hope why try anyway?
    But every kindness large or slight
    Shifts the balance toward the light

    The prayer I pray at eventide
    Lean in toward the Light
    All left undone be put aside
    Lean in toward the Light

    When forgiveness is hard to find
    Lean in toward the Light
    Help me at least to be kind
    Lean in toward the Light

  • The Importance of Forgivingness

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    Preaching this morning on "Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
    Which is a prayer for forgivingness,  a committed disposition towards reconciliation, marked by patient persistence in peace-building and cultivating habits of mercy.
    On the way back, on the skyline over the sea, a murmuration of starlings demonstrating the beauty of synchonised movement in a world so often conflicted.
    At the same time, The World at One on Radio 4 reporting and discussion of Iran and Australia, both in very different ways, places of human crisis in this so often conflicted world.
    Changed to Classic FM and found some light-hearted Baroque.
    Over lunch watching Monty Don in Japanese Gardens, and the story of the rose called Peace. Hence the photo
    Tonight reading again Dag Hammarskjold, whose words were quoted this morning:

    "Forgiveness is the answer to the child's dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, and what is soiled is made clean again.

    That word 'again' –

                  a hope filled word,

                          a hope restoring word,

                               which we need to hear,

                                     again and again.

  • Some Reading in 2019 – Trying to Make Sense of National and Global Political Trends.

    “Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
    Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
    Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
    Our pastime and our happiness will grow.”

    Wordsworth's sonnet says most of whatever explanation best describes why readers read, and go on reading throughout their lives. Every year a list of what has been read is in effect an aide memoir to all those hours spent in another world of fiction, or looking at the world differently through poetry, or stretching the range of understanding on some of life's intricate puzzles, whether philosophical, or theological, or learning how the world works in politics, economics, environmental studies, and taking time to understand history, which amongst other benefits, helps us understand how we got here, and whether 'here' is a good place to be.

    My own reading in 2019 was constrained by the work, and it is arduous work, of readjusting our lives around the passing of our daughter Aileen. Grief relativises much that previously seemed important, and displaces and occasionally makes impossible for a time, many of the normal activities of life. But reading has been one of the ways I have negotiated a way forward. That movement has been slow, at times uncertain, sometimes having to double back because the road ahead seemed cut off for now. Diversions abound on the road of sorrow, but sometimes the detours open up landscapes we would otherwise miss.

    As Wordsworth said, 'books are each a world'. Our world is less stable than it has been for a long time. Trying to understand hard right populism, and the threats it poses to peace and human welfare, I read quite widely around ideology and public discourse. Three books expanded my awareness of the sheer scale and threat of the problem. Madeleine Albright's Fascism. A Warning, delivers exactly what the title says. Her historical analysis of Germany and Italy in the 1930's, and of Venezuela, Turkey and Russia, prepare the way for trying to understand what is happening in the United States, and more recently still, here in the United Kingdom. The book is a spelling out of the moves that undermine democracy, pave the way for authoritarian government, and threaten human and civil rights.

    FeaAlongside Albright's stark warnings, I read Believe Me. The Evangelical Road to Donald Trump by the social and Constitutional historian John Fea. Trump didn't land like a meteorite in the back garden of Washington. The way was prepared by a whole lot of cultural shifts, social dislocations and disillusions, amongst them the co-opting of the white evangelical constituency. Fea's book asks and tries to answer three questions:

    What would it take to replace fear with Christian hope?

    What would it take to replace the pursuit of power with humility?

    What would it take to replace nostalgia with history.

    Fea sets out to examine fear, pursuit of power and nostalgia as the cultural drivers that led to the Trump presidency. As an historian, and an evangelical scholar, he deconstructs the rationalisations, compromises and damaging inconsistencies that underpin evangelical support for Trump. The consequences for the integrity and future of evangelicalism as a movement, are morally perilous and theologically untenable. 

    My research interests include the history of biblical criticism and how the Bible has been understood and received down the centuries. An older classic is by W B Glover, Nonconformity and Higher Criticism in the 19th Century. Scarce as a used book, I tracked one down and read it with admiration for the scholarly discipline and industry of those who spent their lives digging into ancient texts, and the cultures and contexts from which they emerged.

    Lohmeyer

    One of the most moving and enlightening books this year was James Edwards,Between the Swastika and the Sickle, about the life, disappearance and execution of Ernst Lohmeyer, a brilliant German New Testament scholar murdered by Russian forces in 1946. I have also been using Lohmeyer's magisterial study of The Lord's Prayer; now out of print it can still be picked up as a used book, reasonably priced, and well worth having. My review of Between the Swastika and the Sickle was published in June in an earlier post here.

    Related to the story of Lohmeyer, a German who struggled with great courage to resist Nazi policies intended to hijack the intellectual integrity of the Universities, is another book published 25 years ago. Righteous Gentiles of the Holocaust by David Gushee (first published 1994 based on his Thesis, revised 2003) was the first detailed account of the role of Righteous Gentiles in saving Jewish lives, often at the cost of their own lives and those of their family. The book remains utterly relevant in today's political climate of hostile environments, immigration scapegoating, and minimising the dangers of nationalism stripped of humility and any sense of the community of nations. The cry to make our nation great again assumes that the much trumpeted greatness, if it ever existed, was morally secure in its foundations. That is a highly questionable assumption; nor is the seeking of national greatness a goal beyond moral critique.   

    So some of the 2019 reading highlights took me into serious territory, brimming with ethical dilemmas, or were attempts to understand our current political anxieties, and in the background much reading around how to interpret the Bible responsibly in a politically volatile climate. These weren't the only ones read, but in different ways they clarified issues and made historical comparisons by way of either warning or encouragement.   

        

     

  • When Christian Ethics is both Wisdom and Warning

    IMG_0275-1Two quotations from two very different books, but insisting on similar ethical values as characteristic of faithful Christian obedience in following faithfully after Christ. The first expresses repentance for Christian failure to live these values, even to risk dying for them; the second states what should be obvious and demonstrable in a community claiming the name of Jesus

    "Embedded in Christian faith is a compelling manifesto for resistance and rescue, and living power to motivate and sustain such behaviour. This manifesto and these resources are drawn not from the margins but from the living centre of Christian faith. Christians should have been able to see that the Jewish people are kin, not enemies; that persecuted ones must be sheltered, not turned away; that the policies of unjust government must be resisted, not acquiesced to; that racist ideology [is] incompatible with the Christian faith, not somehow complementary or identical; that every human life is equally precious, not racially graded in value; that the centre of the ministry and teaching of Jesus was compassionate love for all, even the least of these……"

    (David Gushee, Righteous Gentiles of the Holocaust, pp. 185-6)

    " The Church is an implicit condemnation of national pride, and there are no more shameful chapters in Christian history than those that show churchmen uncritically, sometimes fanatically, endorsing the ambitions and moral arrogance of their national governments. To ask nations to forswear national pride – the pride of uninhibited selfishness – may be asking too much. But to ask the church openly to oppose pride does not seem extreme."
    ( Glenn Tinder, The Fabric of Hope. An Essay, (Eerdmans, 1999) page 168
  • The Sea, The Sky and Inner Climate Change

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    Years ago a friend who took himself and the world a bit too seriously used to talk about his "inner climate". It is a phrase capable of carrying a fair load of emotional baggage. 

    Living in the North East of Scotland, you quickly realise that the skies are big, and the cloud formations, the receding horizons and the variations in the shades and qualities of light, all combine to create a huge range of diverse impressions and differing ways of looking at the world. The changing moods of the landscape can move rapidly and dramatically from shafting winter sunlight that harmonises with inner happiness, to a late gloom that gives visible form to whatever foreboding lurks beneath the everyday activities of our living. In other words, sometimes the mood of the weather and landscape mirror the inner climate; but sometimes they determine how we are feeling, or yet again are reminders that our inner climate is neither fixed nor permanent and can change rapidly and inexplicably.

    This past week, for example, has included dark days and sunny, and these can be mixed and alternated into several variations in the same few hours. I often become aware of this when I look at photographs taken while walking and watching. In woods, along the beach, around where we live, the skies, the landscape and the weather act as an external commentary of the world, that interacts with the inner landscape and weather of our mood and our inner journey. 

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    These two photos of the sea (above) was taken around mid day, when the skies were leaden and laden, and the sea reflected that shadowed grey, emphasised and interpreted by white waves tumbling towards the shore. I was aware while taking that photo, of the confluence of symbols; vessels waiting offshore for their next contract, or their place in the harbour; the offshore wind-farm turning turbulent wind into reusable energy; clouds heavy with possibility; the sea restless and rhythmic. On this occasion the whole scene encapsulates one of those key moments in our lives when we see things clearly, and feel them deeply, when outer world and inner world coincide in mood.

    At the start of a new year, where will the energy come from that will enable the fulfilment of those hopes and plans we all need to pull us towards our future? And those clouds, which remind me of a verse from a remarkable and far too easily overlooked hymn: Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break, With blessings on your head. And that wave breaking hopefully towards the shore, an ocean of life and energy concentrated, for this brief moment of its existence, in a movement of breathtaking sound and sight;and that faithful rhythm sounding like the heartbeat of the "Love that moves the sun and other stars". 

    Walking the beach with a camera is for me a way of praying, thinking, and sometimes unexpectedly, inner climate change. We all have our places, or times, when God is more or less present. This past year especially, the sea has been a place which refuses merely to reflect my mood; sometimes it does, but sometimes being by the sea has been a place of healing, solace and inner climate change, when the clouds have been interpreted and the sun has broken through, and the horizons have been lines of hope and possibility. 

        God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man,
        Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:
        Which though it sends forth thousand streams,

        T'is ne'er known, or else seen, to be the emptier;
        And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more
        Full, and fill'd full, than when full fill'd before.

      (Robert Herrick)

       

  • Some Ideas About How To think of The First Day of a New Year

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    The first day of the New Year is –

    an artist starting on a fresh canvas – with an idea

    a reader discovering a new author – and prepared to give her a chance.

    an athlete still wanting to improve their personal best – but comfortable with who they are 

    a cook about to try a new recipe – and hoping the result will be edible

    a writer looking at a blank page – without anxiety 

    a gardener ordering seeds, bulbs – and a new spade

    a student on their graduation day – knowing they don't know everything

    a driver in a hurry to get there – but without speeding

    and

    a diary filled full – of possibility, opportunity and clean pages

    with enough space to make some of the above actually happen!

    (For those unfamiliar with the building, it is the Sir Duncan Rice Library, University of Aberdeen, photographed at the start of a new day. The goal posts in the foreground have their own educational symbolism – go for it!)  

     

  • Truth, Love and Freedom.

     

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    "The truth which liberates is the power of love, for God is love.

    The father of the lie binds us to himself by binding us to ourselves –

    or to that in us which is not our true self.

    Love liberates from the father of the lie

    because it liberates us from our false self to our true self –

    to that self which is grounded in true reality.

    Therefore, distrust every claim for truth

    where you do not see truth united with love;

    and be certain that you are of the truth

    and that the truth has taken hold of you

    only when love has taken hold of you

    and has started to make you free from yourselves."

    (Paul Tillich, The New Being, page 74)

  • Reading Timothy Radcliffe: like listening to the voice of a non directive spiritual director!

    Timothy Radcliffe is a refreshing writer. Former Master of the Dominican Order he has long and varied experience of the ways in which cultural changes and successive social, technological and economic reconfigurations in recent decades have eroded Christian confidence in the spiritualities, traditions and ethics of Christian existence. As a writer he's hard to label. His books combine spirituality, biblical reflection, cultural comment, and what is best called Christian life coaching, in a gently suggestive rather than guru directive kind of way. Reading him is like listening to the voice of a non directive spiritual director!

    Each chapter in this book read like spirituality in the form of literary essays, fairly loosely connected despite the contents page, but in each one wisdom is woven across a framework of Christian devotion, cultural observation, perceptive psychology and humane learning. The plan of the book is an exploration of discipleship which begins with two chapters under the heading 'Imagination'. The eclipse of imagination by technologically generated virtual worlds, or by the reduction of the everyday world to rational pragmatics, economic imperatives of consumption and possession, and reductionist explanations that ignore life's deeper questions,has left our culture under-equipped to seek, and sense and desire the transcendent. The recovery of imagination is essential if human beings are to grow into mature humanity and rediscover the gift of their own creation. "An awakened sense of the transcendent goes with freeing our minds from the trivialisation of contemporary culture, its tendency to be reductive and simplistic." (11)

    On the basis that life is to be lived imaginatively as well as responsibly, Radcliffe encourages his readers to 'Choose Life', and that means becoming a disciple of Jesus. Hence the three main sections of the book, Journeying, Teaching, and The Risen Life. As of this post, I'm still at the journeying stage. Throughout the Gospel narrative the disciples are on an adventure with risk and cost as well as blessing; there will always be suffering, hurt and situations that make the heart ache; there will be confrontations with evil and a willingness to negate the negations and negativity in which evil thrives. God's purpose is creation, and evil is the undoing of creation. The journey is a maturing process, as each disciple discovers what true humanity is in obedience to God and service to others in the name of Christ. 

    What I've found in this first quarter of the book is a writer whose words have the purpose of inviting exploration, provoking new thought, and facilitating a conversation with the reader that is at times searching, and at other times reassuring. Radcliffe writes as a knowing Christian; as a monk responsible for the healthy development of a long monastic tradition; as a man with his own struggles, illness, and weaknesses; and as a writer who respects the intelligence of the reader.

    As someone who enjoys books well seasoned with quotations, even I began to wonder if Radcliffe was trying to cram in more than the argument needed, either as evidence, illustration or as mnemonic summaries of what he was arguing. In the end it makes the book both more interesting, and more meandering, and a treasure trove for preachers; and Radcliffe is a very fine preacher himself. Here is one example of Radcliffe on quotation overload, the first paragraph of chapter 2:

    "How then can Christianity engage the imagination of our contemporaries? I shall focus on one question – there are others – which is both the core of our questing faith and also a preoccupation of all human beings; what does it mean to be alive? John Lennon wrote in his lyric 'Beautiful Boy', 'Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans.' He is not far from John Henry Newman's warning,'Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning.' In Rose Tremain's novel Music and Silence, one of the characters decides that 'the secret of a successful life is not to die before one's death.'"

    See what I mean?