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  • P T Forsyth and the Making of a Preacher’s Mind

    When my heart is low Mozart nearly always lifts it; when my body is tired two things always help, chocolate and exercise; when my mind is complacent and bored looking at some of my favourite paintings rekindles imagination and vision; when my emotions are jaded or tense, either cooking or tapestry help to nourish them or weave them into new patterns of wholeness. And if all of these fail I read theology! Not just any theology, chosen theologians, a medicine cabinet for the soul, a store of prescriptions which have proved effective in the past.On the bottom shelf within easy reach is P T Forsyth.

    I was looking for something else and rediscovered this address by Forsyth, given over a hundred years ago. It's titled "The Place of Spiritual Experience in the Making of Theology". The last section touches into some things I feel deeply and approve strongly – the place of serious, continuous theological and biblical study in the equipping of preachers. Update the language, remove terms of gender exclusion, and I can read this and think – Yes, the point is still relevant, a century later.  


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    But I must leave many points alone in order to touch on two in particular
    as I close. If experience is an insufficient basis for either Gospel
    or theology,
    if the base must be some-thing more objective, then, in the first
    place, we may be more convinced than ever of the absolute necessity for
    the Church
    of
    an educated ministry. If the burden of our preaching be our experience
    any fluent and facile religionist may claim his place in the ministry.
    But if our
    burden be an objective gospel, which descends on our experience
    both to kindle and to correct it, then we need that those set apart to be
    bearers of the Gospel
    should undergo the discipline of mastering their master, and becoming
    at home in the nature and history of that which can never be given
    by any experience,
    but is given to it.

    And
    in the second place the preachers so educated should withdraw much of their
    attention not only from their own experience, but
    from the books,
    booklets,
    and prints that contain but the experience of others; and they
    should bestow themselves upon the serious and resolute study of the Bible
    in the best and
    fullest light as the standing creator of Christian experience.
    They should guard against the fantastic treatment of the Bible which so
    easily besets
    the preacher, and they so should devote themselves to the historical,
    and not to
    the historical alone, but to its objective spiritual message,
    equally valid for every age and experience. The Bible is not our standard
    simply but our
    source. It is not there to prove doctrine, but to create the
    faith
    that produces doctrine. The trophies of a true minister of the
    Gospel are
    not only the precious
    souls he has saved, but they should include his interleaved Greek
    Testament packed with notes.

    It
    is not the Bible we preach; but what we have to preach is to be found nowhere
    but in the Bible. And it is hid in that
    field, which
    must be
    bought at much
    cost and dug with much toil. Do not let us preach our experience,
    but a Christ and a Gospel familiar to our experience. We
    preach our experience
    best when
    people infer it.

    Christianity
    is nothing if it do not end in experience. But it is also nothing if it only
    begin there. Experience is
    its medium
    and
    its product,
    but it is
    neither its base nor its limit. It is its form, but not
    its matter. And the experience even of an objective Gospel will
    fade and
    die if it remain
    mere
    impression and sensibility. It must wake our judgment and
    compel our obedience. And whatever will do that will change the note
    of popular
    religion as well
    as regenerate unpopular theology. Nothing but some such
    change can give us the power to sway to God's will the new democracy.

  • Calling or a career; Vocation or a Job; Service or a Salary


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    "Vocation is where our deep gladness meets the world's deep need." Frederick Buechner

    "For all that has been Thank You. For all that is to come – Yes!" Dag Hammarskjold

    Not much I want to add to that as a summing up of what life can be about. Radio 4 Thought for the Day this morning quoted Buechner's bon mot. A telling corrective in a barcode and pin number culture.

  • Living Wittily is Retiring Kind Of…….


    DSCN1592Many of those who regularly visit Living Wittily will be aware that life is in process of changing for me. For the past 11 years I have served Baptists in Scotland as the Principal of the Scottish Baptist College, and done so with a burden of responsibility and an awareness of high privilege. When a 19 year old lad from Lanarkshire turned up in the West End of Glasgow on the steps of the Scottish Baptist College, with Highers gained at night school after leaving school at 15, and asked to come and study for ministry, he had no idea that 30 years later he would be appointed Principal. Nor that, untrained, untried and untested as he was then, he would later be entrusted with the formation of women and men towards Christian ministry within and beyond the church.

    During my time as Principal I have grown and changed, learned more than I ever conceived I would need to know about Higher Education and ministry formation, and met and worked with a remarkable staff in the College and in the wider circle of UWS staff. It has been a rich time, not without its considerable expenseof emotion and energy and time, but always with an awareness of gift, purpose and shared vision, and it's hard to ask for more.

    For the past three years I've travelled from Aberdeen to Paisley, living away from home 4 days a week, and working from home. Family life remains as it should the foundation of my life, and the time has come to be at home more, to reconfigure life around a new sense of vocation, and to plan for the next stages of our lives. That sounds as if I am feeling my age! Well yes, and no. At 62 I am indeed feeling my age, as I did at 52 and even 32. But more important is to accept, even embrace change, as what keeps us alive; to understand that movement is what gives impetus; and to co-operate with the reality that desire and hope and vision give life its energy, direction and purpose. All of that I feel, and clearly recognise in the disjunctions and changes, in the stirring up and invitation, that is the continuing work of the Spirit, disturbing with a deeper peace, and calling into newness and risk.

    It would be wrong to say I've been pulled out of my comfort zone! Whatever else the past 11 years have been, it hasn't been that, thankfully.

    To teach and share with students at the great creative cusp of life that is study; to encourage and support the discovery of new things that converts monochrome faith to plasma screened subtlety; to accompany students in the at times painful but fruitful work of rediscovering what seemed lost; to bring to birth the recovery of faith as proper confidence, so that life becomes both thoughtfully trusting and responsibly informed, what is not to like in that vocation.

    To learn how to encapsulate high vocational ideals and powerfully transformative spiritual principles into the framework and discourse of academic documents, that is itself a gift of the Spirit intepreting the glossolalia of the academy!

    To demonstrate in church and academy, that academic excellence, vocational integrity, creative scholarship, and formation of character and competence are hard work, and entirely to be the goal of the student life, and to do so in an intentional community, that is what I mean by responsib ility and privilege. 

    I will complete my tenure as Principal on August 31. It is likely I will continue to teach at the College part time, at least till August 2014. My heart has always been in pastoral work and in sharing the life of a Christian community as theologian, preacher, friend and servant. Where opportunities present I hope to still be of service to Christ and to the work of God's Kingdom. And in addition? God knows!

  • From Windfarms to Worship.

    I was down leading worship and preaching at Montrose today. One of the joys of those journeys, apart from the people, is the journey. I drive from Westhill to Stonehaven through Maryculter, and past Netherley. Over the past year like everyone else I've become accustomed to the appearance of windfarms and the occasional

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    solitary windmill, towering over farm and fields. Now I see them and resent them less. They are inevitably intrustive, giant geometric structures with their own engineering aesthetic, but clashing with the different geometry of anatomy and topography. I'm aware of the pluses and minuses, the clashing interests of green sustainable energy and the massive carbon footprint created every time one of these colossus sized machines is manufactured and bolted into concrete buried in the ground on top of hills and moors. In a country with so much beautiful scenery and naturally formed landscape, much of it unspoilt, it will walys be possible to object, to complain and to resent the intrustion of machinery that forever alters skylines. Mind you they are also far less intrusive than pylons criss crossing the country.

    It's hard not to notice the Windfarms. But on the journey, paying attention, there are other things to notice.
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    Like the whitethroat sitting on a fence beside and acre of nettles south of Inverbervie.

    Like the intensely lemon yellow fields stretching to the shoreline with oilseed rape in full flower, and against an azure sea reflecting a sunlit sky.

    And speaking of colour, like the pink meadow flower (name to be confirmed and photo to follow!) clashing magnificently with the blazing yellow fields.

    Like the police speed trap cleverly sitting off the road and quite well camouflaged with said yello fields behind them. I use my cruise control in speed limits!

    Like the ostriches in their pen at Maryculter, long necks, long legs, evil eyes and pickaxe bills, looking at passing cars and dreaming of the race between souped up speed and the real thing.

    Like the spire of St Cyrus Church, seen from miles away, reminding me of many a walk along St Cyruse cliffs and beaches. And slopes emblazoned with another shade of yellow, gorse this time.

    And at the end of that journey, time spent with folk who work together at being a community of Jesus, sharing bread and wine, and finding in their worship and prayers, nourishment for roots and fruit.

     

  • Priorities, Prayers and Deciding Life is Unrepeatable Gift

    Readers of Living Wittily will have noticed my absence for the past week. One of the words I struggle to give priority to is prioritise!  That means most times I try to do everything in my diary and on my conscience, as well as meeting expectations, my own and other people's. That same perfectionist impracticality fuels a sense of responsibility for fulfilling promises, meeting deadlines, standing by commitments and therefore often living life with more energy than wisdom. Or so it seems now and again.

    This week I prioritised. Few things concentrate the mind more than the unlooked for advent of serious illness amongst those we care for most. So that's where energy, time, and all my focus has been. Thankfully we are now in a much better place and life goes on. But that very fact, "life goes on", is itself the reason for gratitude, humility and reflection.

    Gratitude because life is a precious and unique blessing of the Living God. Our deepest emotions and experiences come to us through those in whose lives we live and move and have our being.

    Humility because life is not ours to control, manage or dispose at will; we are human and have each our gift of years and days.

    Reflection because when it comes to happiness, fulfilment, meaning, being a gift to the world and the world being gift to us, with life we realise comes responsibility, opportunity, choice, the miracle of existence and that most human of perspectives, hope.

    This blog is about Living Wittily, serving God with mind and heart. Amongst the things this means is working out in the flux and frustration, the costs and consequences, the anxieties and aggravations, the loves and laughters, the gladness and the grief, the prayers and the promises, the give and the take of our daily lives, what it means to live with wise humility before the God who is sovereign in mercy and vulnerable in love.

    The photo below was taken by Sheila while on a walk last year – the tranquil beauty and delicate colour of the grass – if God so clothes the grass…..how much more….


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  • Psalms of Smudge 11: Under the Shadow of the Almighty…

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    Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow….. I will fear no evil.

  • Reading the Gospels and Psalms – A Daily Plan

    A number of years ago I decided I wanted to read through the Gospels regularly; likewise the Psalms. After some trial and error I created a daily reading chart that would take me through the four Gospels and the Book of Psalms every 3 months – four times a year. One chapter of the Gospel and one or two Psalms gets it done. Yes I try to do it daily; and yes sometimes I miss. But over a year I still get through a lot of Gospel and Psalms with odds on I've read them at least three times! This isn't a guilt trip – it needs discipline but with a small d. And the benefits are not surprising:

    The Gospels are read as narrative, not piecemeal. Granted a chapter can be a big chunk (John 6 isn't rec reational browsing) but over time there is a sense of coherence and unfolding story.

    The four Gospels take on their own characteristics and you become aware of Jesus as a multi-dimensional figure rather than a vague confluence of Gospel fragments arranging themselves in our minds as if the Gospel writers didn't mind us playing Scrabble with the text. Matthew's Jesus is didactic, a re-presentation of Moses and Exodus and new covenant on the Mount; Mark's Jesus is God in a hurry; Luke more than the others reaches to the margins in a story of inclusion, scandal and healing with Jesus as the protagonist of the Kingdom of God and the prophetic critique of power; John is all about glory, but a strange and beautiful glory of kenosis, the Word made flesh and dwelling amongst us, the presence in our history of I AM, and the defining confrontation of light and the darkness which can neither comprehend it or overcome it. 

    The voice of Jesus becomes familiar, and the different accents noticeable from Gospel to Gospel. There is the voice that speaks the words; and their is the message of how Jesus acts, what he does, how he behavesm who he is. By the way I want to do another post on What Would Jesus Do? I'm not at all sure we can be as confirdent of answering that question as is sometimes claimed.

    Then there's the Psalms. A book of prayers that disturbs as much as comforts; in which complaint and praise can pour from the same heart; in which silence can be companionable or threatening, contemplative or crushed; and in which the conversation with God moves from intimacy and joy to alienation and fear.

    Regular reading of the Psalms has been a spiritual habit of the church from the beginning. And no wonder. The whole range of emotion and human experience, the peaks and troughs of the faith journey, the endless perspectives of the soul arguing with, wrestling with, resting in, trusting in, fearful of, mindful of, angry at, wondering at, God.

    My new RSV New Testament and Psalms was bought to continue a daily exposure of heart and mind, conscience and will, to those four Gospels and the Prayer Book of Israel. Below is a file showing the first half of 2013. Soon I'll produce the one for July to December.

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  • Retro RSV New Testament and Psalms – The Joy of Sacred Text


    When I quote the Bible from memory I always quote the RSV. I became a follower of Jesus in the late 1960's just at the time when the Good News for Modern Man New Testament was published. The non inclusive title showed how un-modern it was. A year or two later it graduated into The Good News Bible. By then I had been reading and studying the Bible for some years in the RSV, and some of its phrases, verses and chapters had become part of my newly furnished mind and increasing store of Bible knowledge and discourse.

    Neither the Good News Bible, nor its paraphrased rival The Living Bible ever displaced the RSV as the translation which spoke most convincingly to me with that combination of strangeness and familiarity that always creates the right balance of inner tension and attention when we read a sacred text for daily food. When the NIV came along, and Evangelical christians hailed it as an 'evangelical translation', it took me some years to concede that a preacher's translational preference is not a matter only of personal taste and experience. The text familiar to those amongst whom we live and move and preach our sermons becomes the preferred text for all kinds of practical and pastoral reasons more important than the personal. So for much of my  ministry I've preached from the NIV. Then came the New RSV, with its inclusive language, updated vocabulary and widespread adoption as the translation of preference for many Christian communities and denominations – but my sense is that the NRSV has little foothold amongst Evangelical Christians, and the NIV remains the default translation.

    Now, for study purposes, I use the NRSV and NIV together and with my leather bound not small RSV to hand – years of continuous reading make it still the most familiar text. Nevertheless. Regularly I dive into my King James Version ordination Bible and immerse myself in a language strange, familiar and beautiful, in those places where it is still unrivalled as the repository of sacred text rendered memorable and mysterious. Psalms, Isaiah, Genesis, John, Romans, the Parables, – how on earth did a committee produce a masterpiece? The question is mainly rhetorical – to try to answer you have to begin with the plagiarism of Tyndale's translation, woven into page after page with never a footnote acknowledgement!

    This narrative of Jim and his Bibles is by way of saying I recently bought myself a new RSV New Testament and Psalms. Now be careful. I didn't say a New Revised Standard Version New Testament and Psalms; but a new Revised Standard Version and Psalms. I mean the RSV not the NRSV.The picture at the top is of my new RSV and Psalms. Compact, portable, beautifully made, very clear and readable print, high quality paper, two ribbon markers, gilt edged. Come on – this is a real New Testament, a sacred book that by appearance and handling says – 'I'm not an Argos catalogue; |'m not a PDF; I'm not an airport paperback; I'm not the cheapest in a 3 for 2 offer; I'm not a Kindle; I'm not a niche market ploy; I'm the real thing – strange, potent, holy. Go on. Risk it. Open me!'

    Every 4 months I complete a daily reading pattern, working through the four Gospels and the book of Psalms. I'll say more about that soon in another post. This new RSV is now a daily companion for that journey.

  • Prayers of Intercession as Trinitarian Thoughtfulness

    Below is a prayer of Intercession written recently for a worship service I was invited to lead. It's probably a bit long and tries to do too much, but then again  if a prayer is written around the theme and reality of the Triune Love of God then it is likely to suffer from an embarrassment of riches and an overload of possibility! Yet to take the eternal inexhaustible communion of self-giving love of Father, Son and Spirit, as the pattern and paradigm of prayer, is to be called to prayer that is outwardly generous and forwardly hopeful and patiently creative. Anyway – this is one attempt to combine prayer for ourselves and for the world in a way that acknowledges the reproductive power of the Triune God in whose Love we live and move and have our being.

    The photo is from the cliffs at St Cyrus. The gorgeous golden gorse, the old fishing cottage and smoke houses, and miles of sand and waves – what's not to love about a world like that, eh?

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     Eternal
    God and Father, whose
    infinite yet intimate love,

    shared
    from all eternity between Father and Son,

    is
    the love you have now poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit.

     

    Drawn into that life of loving communion,

    we
    pray for those in our lives, touched and transformed by love,

    faithful,
    unselfish, generous, joyful, love.

    Lifelong
    friends and good neighbours,

    wives
    and husbands, parents and children,

    sisters
    and brothers, best friends and new friends:

    love overcoming
    differences in language, race, gender, religion,

    so that in the rich life of love between Father, Son and Spirit,

    we
    glimpse and discover love’s inexhaustible possibilities

     

    We pray for those whose lives are broken for lack of love:

    children
    whose safety and health come second to adult demands;

    friendships
    ended by exploitation and backstabbing;

    marriages
    shredded by unfaithfulness and shattered by broken promises;

    families
    fractured by social pressures, whether poverty or affluence;

    neighbourhoods
    where to survive love is weakness and compassion despised;

    businesses
    whose bottom line matters more than the welfare of their people.

     

    We
    pray for Churches, and for our church which
    you have called to be the Body of Christ.

    Give grace and imagination to
    embody and to model the love of God in Christ,

    which
    is gift of the Spirit and the sign of your Presence.

    Make us living conduits of your eternal love,

    generously given, lovingly available, patiently
    faithful,

    willingly sacrificial,persistently
    hopeful, and self-evidently joyful.

     

    Like
    Jesus gives us eyes to see Zacchaeus hiding in shame;

    voice to ask the name of violent terrified Legion;

    courage to
    stand between the vulnerable victim and those holding the stones;

    compassion to
    touch with tender risk those who like the leper are feared and excluded;

    generosity to
    see the best in the Samaritan, and go do likewise;

    reckless kindness to
    open our arms in welcome like the prodigal father;

    faith to
    take our loaves and fishes and bless them to the use of others;

     

    …and
    so to be perfect, as our Heavenly Father is perfect,

    whose
    sunlight love gives life to all within your radiance

    whose
    rain of mercy falls on each with life giving refreshment,

    who
    radiates and rains love that warms and waters,

    whose embrace holds and heals broken worlds and broken hearts alike,

    and
    all this in Jesus name and in the power of the Spirit,

    Amen

  • The Grace in Which we Stand

     

    Lord
    how much juice you can squeeze from a single grape.

    How
    much water you can draw from a single well.

    How
    great a flame you can kindle from a tiny spark.

    How
    great a tree you can grow from a tiny seed

    My
    soul is so dry that by itself it cannot pray;

    Yet
    you can squeeze from it the juice of a thousand prayers.

    My
    soul is so parched that by itself it cannot love;

    Yet
    you can draw from it boundless love for you and for my neighbour.

    My
    soul is so cold that by itself it has no joy;

    Yet
    you can light the fire of heavenly joy within me.

    My
    soul is so feeble that by itself it has no faith;

    Yet
    by your power my faith grows to a great height.

    Thank
    you for prayer, for love, for joy, for faith;

    Let
    me always be prayerful, loving, joyful, faithful.

    (Guigo the Carthusian, died 1188.)