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  • The Gentle Melancholy of Autumn, and the Living God

    Autumn is a season of mixed emotions, the beauty of warm colours sharpened or softened by sunlight, the sense that the trees are bleeding out the remainder of this year's vitality, and can no longer hide the obvious signs of fading glory, life retreating to replenish, leaves falling as they inevitably do and of biological necessity must. Poets and artists, novelists and naturalists have all written about the gentle melancholy of Autumn, the combination of regret and relief as life moves on and a new cycle begins.


    LeavesEarlier today I sat looking out at the trees, now passed their best colours and semi-naked following the high winds, and listened to Vivaldi's Autumn. Gentle melancholy set to music. Early this morning I took this photo, of two leaves lying in the gutter beside my car, frosted but the sun beginning to melt the crystals. The amazing complexity of a leaf, its skeleton becoming visible, one of thousands of leaves that ensure the tree lives and grows and fruits; and the equally astonishing architecture of ice crystals; together they provide no conclusive evidence of the existence of God, nor require the assumption of a Creator.

    But once recognise in our encounter with the Divine, the Love that creates and sustains, that gives richness and diversity out of a nature infinitely and eternally giving, and the vast intricacies of our universe and the micro-miracles at our feet and in the gutter, become not clues to a possibility, but glimpses of a reality beyond the controlling reach of our intellectual categories.

    The other moment of significance was on the way back from Banchory, I slowed down to let a red squirrel cross the road safely. Rare beautiful little animals, and against the golden sunlight and amber leaves, a joy to behold.

  • Muriel Lester and Focusing on God

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    Muriel Lester

    “The day should begin by focusing on God as

         shining beauty,

              radiant Joy,

                   creative power,

                        all-pervading love,

                             perfect
    understanding,

                                  purity and peace.”

    We spent some time today in class finding out about this remarkable woman. 

    This website gives you a good summary –
    deatspeace.tripod.com/muriel.html

  • Football – the Beautiful Game Revelling in Ugliness. Oh, and the Sermon on the Mount

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    Once a week I play five a side football for an hour.

    We play for fun, fitness and nobody needs to get hurt

    There was a time when I was quite good at football, so also an exercise in nostalgia.

    I watch Match of the Day, pre-recorded so I can fast forward the post mortem pundits.

    But recently football has gotten too big for its boots.

    Beautiful has become ugly, fun turns to fury, cheating is the new professional skill, money talks but mostly it spouts spite, and celebrity egos grow like giant hogweed, which is poisonous.

    1. Global coverage of accusations and counter accusations of racism,
    2. controversies about diving and simulating and cheating,
    3. the crowd psychology of abuse rising at times to levels measured in units of hatred, 
    4. levels of club indebtedness or billionaire subsidy that work on the economics of another planet,
    5. expectations that match officials are omniscient, omnipresent and emotionless robots,
    6. player celebrity status that achieves the rare combination of self-parodying silliness and ludicrous self importance.

    These are only a few of the malignant prodigy growing inside a game ironically called the beautiful game.

    A Christian critique of this cultural unwellness would provide considerable even formidable evidence of how far such a cultural phenomenon is from the Kingdom of God and the teaching of the Sermon on the Mount.

    No. Don't laugh. 

    There's a research paper waiting to be written on values such as

    1. meekness, peacemaking, and thirsting for the rightness of things
    2. walking second miles,
    3. not murdering others in our heart,
    4. learning the meaning of standard of living from birds and flowers,
    5. giving thanks for bread enough for today,
    6. the lifegiving possibilities of forgiveness,
    7. prayer as the daily recognition we are not the centre of the universe, even  our own inner universe.

    Maybe I'll get to it. If football mirrors realities in our culture, such an analysis might show us some missiological open goals

    For now – read the sensible, sane, humane and clear-eyed blogpost on the link below. It comes from a Eurosport reporter and it says of Premier League football – 'The Unhappiest Place in the World."

    It combines social analysis, cultural critique, basic ethics of community life, informed reflection, and the honest way of seeing that notices the Emperor id naked.

    http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/armchair-pundit/unhappiest-place-earth-161812042.html

  • An Apple and a Lesson in Reflective Practice!

    I park my car in my designated space in the University Car Park.

    It is 7.30 am and a cold drizzly day.

    Crisp autumn leaves now a layer of mashed soggy brown.

    The car park is on a steep slope.

    For breakfast I have an intentionally healthy combination.

    It includes a banana and a large red apple.

    As I get out the car I fumble with the keys and drop the apple.

    It rolls under the car and determinedly down the hill, gathering pace.

    By the time I get round the car it is bouncing its way towards the rhodedendron bushes.

    Dilemma One – do I pursue an apple downhill handicapped by manbag and half put on jacket?

    If I do I will be on security CCTV, – and the apple has now disappeared under a bush.

    Dilemma Two  – should I now ferret around in the bushes while also on CCTV?

    So I reluctantly relinquish half my breakfast.

    Existential Question – why couldn't it have been the banana I dropped??

    Theological Reflection – what is it about apples, human frailty and a fallen world that frustrates our good intentions?

    Thought for the Day – Was I meant to have a bacon roll instead?

  • Jesus as the Parable of God; Pastors as Parables of Jesus?


    DSC00555Just because something is overstated doesn't make it wrong. I'm readinjg a book which sometimes overstates, generalises and makes claims that need some qualifying. But it is a good book, written by a genuinely interesting and thoughtful pastor. David Hansen's The Art of Pastoring is being read by our Pastoral Care class, and it is all the things a good text book should be – accessible, written out of experience, and sufficiently self deprecating for readers to feel they are learning from a fellow traveller rather than deferring to an expert.

    The sub title is Ministry Without All the Answers, and throughout the book there is a refreshing acceptance that much of ministry is ad hoc, instinctive, gift and opportunity, serendipity subverting strategy, a way of being that leads to certain actions and activities – but all such activity governed by who it is done for, Jesus Christ.

    So, here is an overstatement – "…time management is the new eschatology. Theology's venerable "already and not yet" has become "what needs to be done today and what can be left till tomorrow". Earlier Hansen had a go at "How to" books on pastoral tasks, and warned, "pastoral ministry is a life, not a technology." By which he means a way of being rather than a set of practical and relational skills. What he is after is a view of ministry that is not trend driven, task driven, or identity conferring. Then he says something not so much overstated as often overlooked – "The pastor as a parable of Jesus Christ" (p.11). 

    Balance in ministry is both doing and being, who we are influencing and motivating what we do. It is not mere technique, but neither is it mere trial and error, accidental or incidental. It is a rich and unpredictable mixture of many things, including careful planning, alert adaptability, contemplative reflection, imaginative compassion, spiritual instinct for the significant, attuned listening to others, discipline and organisation balanced with intuitive and subversive openness to change.

    Time management need not be the division of the day into quarter hours and each one accounted for – though John Wesley in his own neurotic self-censorship did indeed keep account of such micro-managed life. Nor should ministry be measured bytasks completed, boxes ticked, or skills demonstrated. Like all good books on pastoral theololgy, Hansen's book is a refreshing corrective, and a very good guilt reducing tonic. His key insight, that the pastor is a parable of Jesus Christ informs the whole book. Hansen is obviously not afdraid of the tough theology either – he quotes Eberhard Jungel, "This christological statement is to be regarded as the fundamental proposition  of a hermeneutic of the speakability of God." Ehh…Quite!

    Hansen explains, "If Jesus is the parable of God and preaching the story of Jesus brings God to people, if we live our lives following Jesus, maybe our lives canb bring Jesus to people. Maybe we can be parables of Jesus." (p.24) Jesus is the Word of God, God articulated in human life and personality, the Word become flesh. Hansen is arguing for an incarnational ministry in which Jesus is glimpsed, explicated, demonstrated, not in the fullness of the glory beheld in the Word full of grace and truth, but in the much more limited, but no less graced life of following Jesus in the service of the Kingdom of God. As Jesus is the exegete of God, the pastor is called to be exegete of Jesus, His Way, His Truith and His Life.

    We await the class discussion.

  • Big words, large ideas and a vast Gospel


    My Gran was a self taught daughter of a miner and the mother
    of miners in Allanton near Shotts. She taught me to say “A slight inclination
    of the cranium is as adequate as a spasmodic movement of the left optic to an
    equine quadruped devoid of its visual capacity”

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    Once I had learned it by heart
    and recited it she said, “James, you are expostulating far beyond the
    exuberance of your own verbosity and your aristocratic language is too superior
    to my diminutive sarcastications – so please, be quiet!”

    Gran didn’t say that
    with a twinkle in her eye. She didn’t do twinkles – she said it with a glint, a
    kind of steely “I dare you to answer back” look.

    At the end of last Session our leaving students bought a
    hoodie with their personal motto on the back. Mine had the claim “I’m a
    sesquipedalian”. A lover of big words

    Theological education is about learning big words – obvious
    ones like hermeneutics, eschatology, epistemology, these are the secondary ones; others like Gospel,
    Jesus, grace, sin, faith are of primary and defining importance. Words are big not because of their length or syllable
    count. It’s the content that makes words large, expansive and vast.George Herbert's poem "Agonie" begins with this verse:

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    Philosophers have measured mountains,

    Fathom'd the depths of seas, of states, and kings,


    Walk'd with a staff to heaven, and traced fountains


            But there are two vast,
    spacious things,


    The which to measure it doth more behove:


    Yet few there are that sound them; Sin and Love.

    An entire theological and philosophical syllabus is
    contained in those two words, sin and love. But all the other big words we learn
    to use in theological thinking and discourse, are the tools we use to understand,
    to analyse, to apply and with the aim of living the Christ life as Christians
    who can give good reasons for the hope that is within. Though often our
    vocabulary is over-strecthed by the vast realities of the Christian Gospel, the
    words we use help to give clarity to ideas which in turn shape and form vision,
    and train the mind to think precisely, critically  and creatively about Gospel, culture and
    church – about witness, mission and discipleship, and how those double threefold
    strands weave into a whole and holy Christian life.

    Two books I have lived with for a year or two couldn’t be
    more different yet they exist between the same covers of the Bible,
    Ecclesiastes and Colossians. As Christians we exist between the two poles of “all
    is vanity”  and “He has made all things
    one, reconciling to Himself all things, making peace by the blood of the cross.”

    So a theological education which aims at formation for
    ministry holds the place of tension between culture, church and Gospel. The
    goal and the focus of spiritual and intellectual energy is on equipping and
    enabling students, working with them and for them, deepening understanding,
    sharpening thinking, helping explore gifts and experiences in their lives. And
    then to support them in enabling and appropriating these, to integrate them, to
    take hold of all they are and make it a living sacrifice as they are
    transformed by the renewing of their minds and conformed not to our culture but
    to Christ. So they become powerful conduits and efficient conductors of the
    Gospel, bridge people who understand the connections and disconnections between
    Gospel  culture, and church and who speak
    and think always and everywhere, with Christ on the Horizon,  the Colossian Christ in whom all the fullness
    of God was pleased to dwell.

  • Autumn to winter in a day or two

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    These two photos were taken within a couple of days of each other. The view from our front window. I could become all annoyingly moralistic and do a wee homily on the passing seasons, autumnal maturity and the coming of winter as a metaphor of life passing. But why waste two perfectly good photos – they show what they show – life goes on!

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  • Christ of the Upward Way My Guide Divine

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    He is a path, if any be misled;

    He is a robe, if any naked be;


    If any chance to hunger, He is bread;


    If any be a bondman He is free;


    If any be but weak, how strong is He!


    To dead men life He is, to sick men health;


    To blind men sight, and to the needy, wealth;


    A pleasure without loss,


    a treasure without stealth.


    – Giles Fletcher

  • Browsing for Words to Help….


    Anastasis_resurrectionToday at quite a low point I turned as often, to several of the writers who act as my spiritual directors and as sources of spiritual refreshment. This was what I found by browsing for ten minutes in their company.

    A Church, as soon as it is a believing church, must above all else be a confessing Church, i.e. it must be more concerned to show forth the Lordship of Christ and his Gospel in its every special action, enterprise, than to hum with energy…

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    God approaches our minds by receding from them. We can never fully know Him if we think of Him as an object of capture, to be fenced in by the enclosure of our won ideas. We know Him better after our minds have let Him go. The Lord travels in all directions at once. The Lord Arrives from all directions at once.

    Wherever we are, we find that He has just departed. Wherever we go, we discover that he has just arrived before us.

    ………………………

    The first by P T Forsyth reminds me what is central, foundational, crucial, and therefore the primary source of sustainable energy for the church.

    The second by Thomas Merton reminds me, and often this reminder comes as a jolt, that God is bigger than my ideas, vaster than my wish list, the frustrator of my instinct to control and comprehend.

    And both help me understand and nod knowingly in assent, to the older translation of John's words, "The Light shineth in the darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not…."

    Behold the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sins of the world…..

  • Leaves, Trees and the Healing the Nations?

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                     "And the leaves of the trees are for the healing of the nations…"

    When Great Trees Fall  (Maya Angelou)

    When great trees fall,
    rocks on distant hills shudder,
    lions hunker down
    in tall grasses,
    and even elephants
    lumber after safety.

    When great trees fall
    in forests,
    small things recoil into silence,
    their senses
    eroded beyond fear.

    When great souls die,
    the air around us becomes
    light, rare, sterile.
    We breathe, briefly.
    Our eyes, briefly,
    see with
    a hurtful clarity.
    Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
    examines,
    gnaws on kind words
    unsaid,
    promised walks
    never taken.

    Great souls die and
    our reality, bound to
    them, takes leave of us.
    Our souls,
    dependent upon their
    nurture,
    now shrink, wizened.
    Our minds, formed
    and informed by their
    radiance,
    fall away.
    We are not so much maddened
    as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
    of dark, cold
    caves.

    And when great souls die,
    after a period peace blooms,
    slowly and always
    irregularly. Spaces fill
    with a kind of
    soothing electric vibration.
    Our senses, restored, never
    to be the same, whisper to us.
    They existed. They existed.
    We can be. Be and be
    better. For they existed.

    (Photo taken on rentreat at The Bield in Perth)