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  • Eucharist, Champagne and Resurrection!

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    This is one of the loveliest stories I've read for a long time:

    When one of our brethren, Osmund Lewry, was dying, the whole community squeezed into his small room, on cupboards and under the desk, to celebrate the Easter Eucharist. After Communion, we sang the Regina Caeli, and then I went to get champagne from the fridge, so that we could drink to the Resurrection. I commented on how beautifully the the brethren had sung and Osmund replied that really, if his timing had been better, he would have died while it was being sung, but he had to hang on for the champagne!

    Tomorrow the Son of Man will walk in the garden

    Through drifts of apple blossom.

    (Why Go to Church, Timothy Radcliffe, page 126)

  • Edith Stein, Abraham Heschel, Philosophy, and God.

    BeyondWhile reading Abraham Heschel and doing some research on the reception of his thought today I came across a forthcoming book that compares Heschel's doctrine of divine pathos with Edith Stein's philosophy of empathy. Edith Stein was brought up in a Jewish family and converted to Catholicism after a period of overt intellectual atheism. One of her theological and philosophical gifts was a capacity to refuse the temptation of intellectual polarity. The important truths of existence are seldom either or, but more often both and. She was a spiritual ecumenist, and never lost her gratitude for, her respect for, or her supportive interest in, the Jewish people and the Faith out of which Christianity was born. She was a student of Husserl, the founder of phenomenology, and so gifted as a philosopher she was Husserl's assistant for a couple of years. The relationship between philosophy and theology was one where she was called to be a bridge between two intellectual continents, a conduit through whom philosophical theology and theological metaphysics passed creating in her a spirituality and devotional depth that remains a rich reservoir of faith.

    Following her conversion she taught for a while, before becoming a Carmelite nun in 1932, Teresa Benedicta of the Cross. She died in Auschwitz in 1942, ironically as a Catholic nun comforting distressed Jewish children. In 1998 she was canonised by her Church.

    411tEkxzg2L__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU02_AA160_I'm currently reading a selection of her writings, and am left wondering why it has taken so long to get to someone whose grasp of the eternally significant, and of the connection between contemplatiuve prayer and redemptive activity in the world was well ahead of its time. At the time of her canonisation Pope John Paul II described her:

    "Saint Theresa Benedicta of the Cross says to us all: Do not accept anything as the truth if it lacks love. And do not accept anything as love that lacks truth. One without the other becomes a destructive lie….May her witness constantly strengthen  the bridge of mutual understanding between Jews and Christians."

     Part of the excitement of the rich and varied Christian tradition, is that it is really a river system of tributaries flowing together into the mighty river which reaches the ocean in a rich confluence from diverse sources, which sprung in hills and mountains, merging and separating then coming together in a flowing triumph of life-giving water. That's why to discover new thinkers and new thought, is no threat to the integrity of my tributary, but is a contribution to the onward flow of wisdom, understanding, prayer and worship of the God who is beyond our circumscribing habits of thought, and whose wine of glory and gladness can't be contained in the old wineskins of our intellectual and spiritual comfort zones.

  • All Things Bright and Beautiful

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    Captions Please in the Comments – and I'll add them to either the ducks or the Smudge photos. By the way, we don't like the curtains so once Smudge progresses through adolescence we'll replace them!

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  • Brilliant

    Dandelion Haiku

    Precise profusion

    of seed-bearing parachutes:

    dandelion clocks!

  • The Lord’s Prayer and a Vacuum Without Compassion

    "There is a pressing urgency to the work of justice and compassion. As long as there is a shred of hatred in a human heart, as long as there is a vacuum without compassion anywhere in the world, there is an emergency."

    AbrahamJoshuaHeschel writes with poetic exaggeration, sees the world with uncompromising eyes, is impatient with political realism, thinks with determined trustfulness in the human capacity, helped by God, to change the world. But that doesn't make him wrong, or justify dismissing his words as rhetoric without practice. Few have seen with such piercing precision, as Heschel saw, the emergency situation of a world where compassion was discounted to shore up an unjust status quo, and where justice was not an option at our convenience but an urgent moral imperative.

    I guess I'm troubled by the way urgency and emergency seem to be monopolised by the economic crises of recent years. No one needs to underestimate the scale of consequence and cost when an entire economic meta-narrative suffers near fatal internal critique and collapse.

    But there are other recessions. Already pressure is building for the UK to reduce its foreign aid budget. That suggests a humanitarian recession, which cuts into our sense of global responsibility for those whose need is of a different order. When Heschel speaks of justice and compassion he speaks as an echo of Micah, Amos and Isaiah. Selling the poor, grinding the needy in the dust, exploiting the vulnerable, protecting the interests of the powerful and rich – and by contrast rivers rolling with righteousness, communities acting justly and loving mercy, – these were the two poles of prophetic protest and visionary hopefulness that glinted like lightning on the horizons of the Prophets. And the same concerns illumine with uncomfortable critique of our own time, the words of Jesus at Nazareth and his own stated purpose in coming as Messiah, as both message and messenger from God to the poor, those incarcerated by economic systems locked from the outside.Syria

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Whatever else the situation in Syria is, it is a humanitarian emergency given urgency by hatred. And non intervention is itself a political act open to the critique of justice, mercy and righteousness, three further recessional casualties in a world of economic stringency, moral insolvency and political expediency.

    And what can we do? The Lord's Prayer grows out of the rich loam of Jewish faith and hope, and on Judaeo-Christian lips is a protest against the status quo, and a promised contradiction and reversal of those "principalities and powers" content with injustice as a static status quo. The Kingdom of God subverts stasis, confronts culpable complacency, levers against the stuckness of despair, resists self-serving inaction, opposes with an astringent holiness the worship of markets, money and the entire pantheon of economic idols.

    So we can pray. And not muttered petitions vague in their content, or vapid in their emotional engagement, or as occasional as our personal convenience and preoccupied minds permit. To pray the Lord's Prayer is to yearn for a different kingdom, a world transformed by the will of the Father of mercies. It is to call in question the way things are, to recognise the emergency of hatred and the vacuum of compassion and to cry to heaven – to make our passion and compassion for God's children the world over, a gift on the altar of God. Christian prayer at times takes the form of passionate protest, persistent hopefulness and patient, resilient attentiveness to injustice. Such faithful prayer is one small part of what it means to act justly, love mercy and walk humbly with our God. 

     

  • The Cows’ Harvest Thanksgiving

    Autumn Fields

     

    Sunshine on harvest:

    throughout winter, cows
    enjoy

    straw coloured swiss
    rolls.

  • The Prayer of Grateful Longing

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    Sometimes it just works.

    I took this photo in Amsterdam, the same day I saw Van Gogh's Butterflies and Poppies.

    Both capture the fragility and complexity of beauty, and life.

    Theological reflection seems called for but perhaps contemplation, enjoyment and wonder are themselves forms of theologically productive attention, inviting thought to become prayer of grateful longing.

     

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  • When Beauty Invades our Complacncy

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    For Von Balthasar, "Beauty is love made visible".

    Calvin spoke of the created order as "The theatre of God's glory."

    Aquinas, "Art is the promise of happiness, and the splendour of truth."

    This summer, sometimes unintentionally, or as experiments that surprisingly worked, I have taken photos which have their own persuasiveness in the argument about whether there is a natural theology, a theology of nature in which the beauty and goodness and truth of God is glimpsed. Appreciation and interpretation of images that move us will always be inescapably subjective. Not all will see or agree with or even understand what it is that moves, and attracts, and opens us up to that which is beyond mere conceptualisation but which invades our complacency with an unexpected excitement, with moments of recognition that can change the way we see the world, if we pay attention to them. For in them is the promise of happiness and the splendour of the truth that lies at the heart of all that is.

  • Diminishment, Dumbing Down and Doxology

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    The theological virtue of intellectual humility is a very different spiritual disposition from that intellectual form of immodesty which goes by names such as certainty, assurance, and even, often misused word, conviction. There is in faith a durability and endurability, a knowing that is more, and less, than full understanding: "the light shines in the darkness and the darkness comprehendeth it not" – I love the King James Version of John 1.

    In addition to the two earlier posts – Simone Weil on Christ and truth, and Douglas Hall on the God who is not have-able, I was reading Marilynne Robinson's When I was a Child I Read Books, and was immediately and immodestly pleased with myself when I began to read words that articulate why it is that God who is Love reveals our blindness and blinds us with the revelation of a Love incomprehensible because eternal:

    "God is of a kind to love the world extravagantly, wondrously, and the world is of a kind to be worth, which is not to say worthy of, this pained and rapturous love. This is the essence of the story that forever elludes telling. It lives in the world not as myth or history but as a saturating light, a light so brilliant that it hides its source,…"

    In an earlier essay she says with the gentle poignancy laced with realism that our culture (and the church) have a tendency to "marginalise the sense of the sacred, the beautiful, everything in any way lofty…religion in many ways abetted these tendencies, and does still, not least by retreating from the cultivation and celebration of learning and of beauty, by dumbing down, as if people were less than God made them and in need of nothing so much as condescension. Who among us wishes the songs we sing, the sermons we hear, were just a little dumber?"  (pages 128, and 5)

    Oh yes! It takes a novelist to remind theologians, and pastors, and worship leaders, that what happens up the front in a worship service is not the true, deep, soul-changing and soul-charging worship of the people of God. That is something deeper, far less in our control, the wild untamed beauty of a Love utterly beyond our words, radiant with life and light, made accessible only by the condescension of the Triune God who in love became incarnate, enfolding and embracing humanity and createdness. Makes no sense all of that – which is reassuring, and as it should be. Theology is done best not as logic, but as doxology – the God who is not have-able, is nevertheless the God who gives, without limit or calculation, a Love self-giving and eternal from One whose Being is inexhaustible and inexplicable, but in whom is life, and the life is the light of all humanity…"the Word became flesh and dwelt amongst us, and we beheld his glory.." To behold the glory of God is the true task of the theologian – and that beholding includes understanding, articulating, and then worshipping because we stand under Niagara with a thimble, yet drink our fill.

     

  • The God who is (mercifully) not have-able.

    DSC00996One of the most articulate and thoughtful books on the Cross is The Cross in Our Context, Douglas John Hall, (Fortress, 2003). I am drawn back to this book quite often when I need someone to remind me why I'm a Christian theologian, and a theological educator, and the responsibility to truth and intellectual integrity such a calling imposes. The book is a distillation of Hall's 3 volume Systematic Theology which doesn't find its way onto many reading lists, but ranks with Thomas C Oden's theology of the ecumenical consensus as a theology that, when taken togehter, gives due importance to past tradition and contemporary context.

    Here is why I think Hall is worth reading, at least in this shorter version of his large scale theology:

    "The theology of the cross cannot be a wholly satisfactory, wholly integrated statement about our human brokenness in relation to God; it can only be a broken statement about our brokenness – and about God's eschatological healing of our brokenness…The drive to mastery is perhaps never so great as when we try to master theology. Christian theology, particularly Christology, is perhaps a peculiar and poignant instantization of the original temptation: the temptation to have instead of continuing to live vis a vis this Thou who is not have-able"

    (The photo is copyright, – it was taken at The Bield, in Perth, during a retreat in August)