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  • Puts You in the Holiday Mood – Ornitheology

    The Farnborough Air show brings in around £48 billion in trade agreements, many of them related to armaments, a trade-off which has its own Shard sized ethical question mark for those trying to live wittily in the tangle of our minds as followers of Jesus!

    Black_redstart3_180_180x240But I love it when God speaks ironically. Like when it is discovered that a pair of very rare black redstarts have nested in one of the show tents. And legislation and the commonsense of the powers that be, including contractors, have left the tent standing and the area immediately around it undusturbed. In a couple of weeks the young birds will have flown, and the world can get on with the business of selling air power, whether for travel or war.

    Look at the sparrows of the air, five for a farthing, and not one of them falls but the Creator sees it, notes it, and cares. For sparrow read black redstart. So while the big deals are being done, and the Billions are being traded, two birds weighing an ounce or two between them, go on doing what life does, reflecting the will of God like a sacrament of life and hope – building a nest, raising the next generation, and doing so as an endangered species. And we think humans are the apex of creation….hmmm. And I wonder if the Holy Spirit, the Dove of Peace, was brooding over Farnborough grieved by the uses we make of technology, but delighted with the joy of God at a fragile nest, with featherless nestlings, defying all the hardware, and just needing a little time and peace to show that life, with all its contingencies, is mystery and miracle that puts all our technology in its place. 

  • Two masterpieces in one day

    Yesterday's surprise was an accident of providence that forunately I was lucky enough to experience due to a remarkable coincidence of cirucmstances intersecting by pure chance! I was preaching in Fife despite being on holiday because I promised a year ago and I like the folk.It meant passing through St Andrews. And there was an exhibition of paintings by Samuel Peploe the Scottish Colourist artist. So on the way home we stopped to go see.

    In one afternoon I saw, enjoyed and digested two masterpieces. The first was a pizza margherita with black olives in Little Italy in St Andrews. One of the best pizzas I've ever had, with iced lemon water and time to savour. Each wedge able to be held and enjoyed without that disappointing wilt towards sogginess in the centre that is often the experience of the dedicated pizza connoisseur.

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    Then there was Peploe's painting, The Blue and White Teapot. Don't ask me why I think this is a beautiful painting because analysis usually descends into explanation and diminishment. Aesthetic enjoyment, spiritual insight, emotional contentment, paying attention with both sides of the brain – all of these – but for me it's that inexplicable  power to command attention, that gently persistent summons to the desultory wandering Sunday afternoon painting spotter, "Stop! Look! See!.

    Like spending time with words and text in Lectio Divina, you are dutifully reading, and to be honest, often skimming, and then the voice is heard, the text speaks, and you listen, pay attention, or rather – give attention. Because I'm more and more convinced that in front of great art what is required of us is the willingness to give ourselves to beauty, goodness and truth. That's why I appreciate seats in an art gallery. Time to inhabit space not our own, intentional slow-down against the inner impetus to keep moving, permission to sit in front of a subject so Other that we ourselves are called into question. 

    God looked on all God created, and is creating, and saw that it was good. Strong echoes of that inward approval and appreciation are felt when we encounter that which addresses us, catches us unawares. I dare say that is the work of the Holy Spirit, leading us into truth, opening us up,to goodness, and silencing our nervous chatter as we encounter the Beautiful. And just in case we get too carried away by aesthetics narrowly conceived, there is the beauty of a perfectly made pizza! No photo of the pizza – by the time I thought of it it was gone! 

  • Being on Holiday is a Disposition as Well as a Journey…..

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    Can't think of a better poem for a holiday from home on Deeside and amongst the loveliest scenery in Scotland. I know Edna St Vincent de Millay isn't a Scottish poet – but what she sees and feels looking at this beautiful world through eyes that have learned contentment, is not geographically specific – it's the response of human createdness to the joy of being created and having a place in God's creation.

    Afternoon on a Hill

    I will be the gladdest thing
      Under the sun!
    I will touch a hundred flowers
      And not pick one.

    I will look at cliffs and clouds
      With quiet eyes,
    Watch the wind bow down the grass,
      And the grass rise.

    And when lights begin to show
      Up from the town,
    I will mark which must be mine,
      And then start down!

     

  • Why Theological Education is One of the Essential Disciplines of a Mission Mindset

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    Last week we had a party. A Graduation party. Five of our students came to the end of their time on College and move on the next stage of their life journey. They have been with us for four years, and brought into the College the gift of themselves, entrusting to us the wealth and wonder of who they are.

    To choose a place to study and commit to being there is an act of remarkable trust, and it requires singlemindedness, considerable cost of money and time, and an underlying confidence in the capacity of education to be informative, formative and transformative. By education we learn stuff, the stuff we learn changes us, and equips us to change the world for the better.

    We try in the Scottish Baptist College to create a Collegiate community, where each student is allowed to be who they are, and encouraged to be more and more who they have it in them to be. Yes there are academic challenges and intellectual work to be done; and yes there are discoveries about ourselves, disconcerting as well as reassuring. But beyond, yet within personal development, is the unsettling but exciting sense that God is calling us to service, and saying yes to that call takes us into new and life changing territory.

    It pushes us to those places where we discover the disciplines and desires of knowing God, studying theology, learning to love others and ourselves, and as ourselves.

    It provokes us to reflect on who we are and what we are for, and doing this with the Bible open, in common room, library, lecture room and coffee shop.

    It pushes and shoves us around by requiring that we read hard books, discuss big ideas frankly but respectfully, out of our convictions but with a mind and heart open to new truth.

    It converts our suspicions into growing confidence, so that we are prepared to ask questions not as expressions of doubt or adversarial interrogation, but as ploughshares that till the soil of our minds.

    It allows us, in trusted company, to pray and laugh, to be sad and pensive, to be patient and wanting to understand, as well as being impatient and desperate to be heard.

    And above all it gives us safe space to explore together what it means to follow faithfully after Christ, for us, here, now.

    And to find in these people, precisely these people, students and staff, a school of Christ, where learning and teaching is a sharing of truth from heart and mind, where we are supported, affirmed and accompanied.

    And recognising and accepting that to do all this is to take huge risks, to be outrageously vulnerable, to make of ourselves a gift to God and to each other, because without such gestures of trust, the Church and its mission have little future.

    Because risk and trust, cost and gift, need and grace, weakness and strength, humility and confidence, learning and knowing, perplexity and understanding, fear and faith, hurt and forgiveness, question and answer, I and Thou,  – these and many other tensions within and between us and God, and between ourselves and others, make up the raw material out of which God forms and shapes us towards that particular and precise obedience which God asks of us, and no other.

    All these students come to the end of a process which has changed forever their way of seeing themselves, others, the world, and God, who transcends our questions, defeats our cleverness, sanctifies our study, ignites our hearts and instils what one of the greatest books written on the spiritual life describes as "Love of Learning and the Desire for God."

  • Karl Barth on One of His Salutary Rants!

    Karl-barth-2I enjoy a good rant. whether it's mine opr someone else's. Strong feelings, passionate convictions, intellectual energy, just the right degree of unreasonableness, unshakeable confidence in the rightness of the cause and in the analysis of the problem, all of this harnessed to verbal facility with a strong rhetorical accent, these are the active ingredients of the effective rant.

    Karl Barth's writings are full of them – they are amongst his most enjoyable paragraphs. They can feel like a loud shout from someone who crept up behind you while you were minding your own business journeying purposefully through some well meaning theological reflection

    "Theology is…a function in the Liturgy of the church. One had better take ca\ution what he does, when he neglects theology, or takes it less seriously and thereby practically eliminates it, because it has only this one function. Of all the functions of the Church's liturgy none is to be dispensed with if the Church is to be kept totally intect.

    And it is quite in order to say very emphatically today, that it is precisely this function, that of theology, this critical self-examination of the Church regarding its reason for existence and its origin, is not to be eliminated.

    Try to carry on your practice without a theory!

    Go on, praise "life" at the expense of intellectual work, knowledge or creed.

    Worship "reality" and despise truth!

    It will quickly become evident that the practical things are not all there is to it; it is only human endeavour, and yet, in  its own autonomous nature it is not a worthy human endeavour. Where such a path leads can be illustrated today before our very eyes, and concerning which the Churches of all countries have every reason to fundamentally rethink themselves.

    A Church without an orderly theology must sooner or later become a pagan church.!"

    That's what Flannery O'Connor meant when she said Barth throws the furniture around. When Barth takes on the role of exasperated Headmaster he can be fun, but if we laugh we tend to do it discreetly, and nervously, because underneath the impatience is the passion of someone who wants the best and sees it thrreatened by complacency, carelessness or self indulgent minds seeking amusement rather than wisdom. The quote is from God in Action, Edinburgh, 1936, page 49-50 

     

  • Reconciliation – the Epicentre of the Christian Gospel

    Anastasis_resurrectionI haven't posted on commentaries for a while but find myself this summer immersing myself in several biblical texts which will inform and underpin the new module I'm teaching, "Reconciliation: Theology and Practice". Already I think the title might be improved by adding just one letter so that it's a module about the theololgy and practices of reconciliation. We'll see – in any case a theology of reconciliation, like all genuinely academic and lived theology, will seek to explore and explain as the first step towards appropriating, applying and acting on the theology we say we believe, living out in the body and in communal activity, the convictions we hold in mind and heart.

    So when it comes to commentaries, I'm looking for information to shape into knowledge; guidance as that knowledge is then organised into coherence, and used to interpret my experience and deepen insight on the way towards understanding; then and only then can the text be allowed to be the text, and the words taken seriously as a lens through which we hear the voice of the living Christ and, interpreted and clarified in our thinking and praying by the ministry of the Holy Spirit, the Exegete of God. Information, knowledge, understanding, and thence the growth in wisdom. And wisdom in the Bible is always about life pratice and lived practices. 

    Reconciliation lies at the epicentre of the Christian Gospel, the Christian worldview, and the Christian understanding of the Triune God. Spreading out from that dynamic core of Divine creativity and love, are the realities that give each human life its deepest meaning and highest purposes. For if we are created in the image of God, who is an eternal communion of self-giving and outward flowing love, then that which is unreconciled, which is fragmented, fractured, mutually excluding, sinful in the profound sense of separated from God and consequently committed to self-empowerment over and against all perceived others, then that which is inimical to the union and communion of God, is self-alienating from God and self-perpetuating in the human tragedy by every persistence in unreconciledness.  Perhaps the most destructive of human dispositions is to take that ugly ungrammatical term one stage further to define enmity as willed unreconcilability.

    No wonder Paul in 2 Cornithians 5 believes that reconciliation is inextricably linked with sin a three letter word that contains in condensed form, an entire lexicon of inner predispositions and lived practices, habitual, predictable, ingenious and toxic. The great themes of the good news of Jesus Christ are brought to bear on the intractable contradiction that a world created by God the Eternal communion of mutal self-giving and other regarding love, has broken free of that love and creative purpose. 

    The link between the drive for autonomy and the will to power is, for those made in the image of God, an ontological and existential contradiction. Reconciliation contains the moral requirement of that image made new, and with it the promise and enablement of new creation, and the enacted tragedy of He who knew no sin, becoming sin so that the inherent unreconciledness and willed unreconcilability of humanity might be overcome by a deeper, because costlier act of God in Christ – 'for God was in Christ, reconciling the world to Himself, not c ounting their tresspasses against them'.

    This post has several long sentences. Sometimes I get a row for that from friendly critics. But sometimes complexity and multiplication of clauses is more than lazy writing – it is a long search for words adequate to mystery, a gesture of surrender to that which is beyond our conceptual and semantic control, an attempt to explain which is compelled by love but in the full knowledge that such truth remains inexplicable, and therefore the long sentence becomes a catena of words, arranged with as much precision as time allows, and offered not as theology but as doxology. And there I've done it again. Long sentence…..

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    Looking for something else I came across this:

    The doctrine of the Trinity reminds us that though the capacity to love may not be [fully realisable] in human nature as we have it, it is the essence of God's nature. What is Christianity, if it is not the message that God has entered into the history of the world for the purpose of restoring the image, of re-making our human nature after the pattern of the divine, of changing us beyond our capacity to change ourselves?

    Leonard Hodgson, The Doctrine of the Trinity, (London: Nisbet, 1943), pp. 186-7.

    I have taken the considerable liberty of qualifying Hodgson's original text as indicated in square brackets. For myself I have no doubt whatsoever that the capacity to love exists, albeit imperfectly, incompletely and, in important areas, frustrated and unfulfilled. But love we do, and love we give and receive, and the love of one human person for another, and for the humanity of others in its various expressions of community, is a rather definitive quality in those who are imago dei, and God is love.

    The restoring of the image is of a spoilt masterpiece not a blank or erased canvas. Athanasius knew that. But changing us beyond our capacity to change ourselves? Oh yes, that's what we mean by grace that redeems, transforms, transfigures, renews and restores. In that sense we are damaged masterpieces, being conformed to the image of Christ in his humanity, and being transformed by the renewing of our minds so that we discern the m ind of Christ.

    One more poignant thought – my copy of Hodgson used to belong to Dr David Wright, lately of New College Edinburgh, and one of Scotland's galaxy of scholars during the second half of the 20th Century. Hodgson is a forgotten theologian – but interestingly this morning, reading a book on Christendom by Aidan Nicholls I came across his name, quoted with approval and as a substantial voice in the debate about how the essence of the Christian Gospel is articulated in both poetry and philosophy.

  • The Greatest Story in the Greatest Story Ever Told……

    Christ and adulteress

     

     

    

    

    

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The irony of a vulnerable woman circled by hostile men with rocks at their feet or in their hands; the contrast of soft flesh and tears of terror, with lumps of hard igneous missiles lying in the dry dusty heat; the tragedy of a woman reduced to a case study of man managed Holy Law (the gender is not generic but specific – men were the interpreters of the Law) while they tried to trap and damage one whose whole life was a fulfilling of that law; and yes, that film director's dream of an image of the self-possessed nonchalance of the lead man, tracing something in the sand without saying a word.

    In conversation with a good friend yesterday about that displaced but not misplaced Gospel story of the woman taken in adultery. It comes at the start of John chapter 8 and if read there (rather than in the further displaced position of bottom of the page in small type) then it comes immediately before Jesus' outrageous declaration, "I am the Light of the World". Whoever placed it there made one of the great interpretive text critical decisions in the entire formation process of an early church cherishing its foundation documents.

     This is one of the great scandalous stories in a Gospel full of them; this is subversion of power personified in the casual therefore unmistakable authority of one who will look power in the face and die rather than let it win; this is the story of a man and a woman in which neither man nor woman get each other and instead the exposed woman is clothed with dignity, mercy and love, and the departing men are stripped naked of their self righteous postures and sent away judged by their own departure and closed to the realities of the love and mercy that lies at the beating centre of the faith they represent.

    It is a story in which the Light of the World blazes with love and the shadow of each person's own sins are seen to fall on the ground behind those who dare stand before the Light and question its truth. As to what Jesus wrote, or doodled, or drew? We'll never know – commentators guess and the possibilities are richly ambiguous. You does your exegesis and you takes your pick – my own modest suggestion, entirely speculative textually, but in the person of Jesus replete with internal probability, is that the phrase 'I desire mercy and not sacrifice' was doodled the first time – and when there was no response and he stood holding the stone and daring them to enact their claimed sinlessness, he knelt and doodled again. And my mind goes to those searing searching words in the Sermon on the Mount about adultery starting in the heart…and he who is without sin becomes a much harder case for men to prove of themselves. Whatever he wrote the second time - they scarpered! 

    The painting is by Titian and is in the Kelvingrove Art Gallery in Glasgow.

  • Remembering with gladness for the gift

     

     

    2003_0924image0040_2 A birthday is always to be celebrated. Today would have been my mother's birthday. I'm not announcing this as an expression of sadness, but as a day of thankfulness.

    The obvious self-interested gratitude of a son to the one who gave him life – but  gratitude also that in my mother I was given a remarkable gift.

    In a culture that has grown used to benchmarks as standards of quality, she benchmarked several human qualities that I now value and try with varying degrees of success or frustration to live towards.

     

    Generosity that could be reckless but never calculating.

    A capacity for work that lived up to one of her own greatest compliments -'not a lazy bone in her body'!

    Laughter that revealed a sense of humour always sharp, but never cutting.

    Courage to bear and forbear an illness that often undermined her deepest sense of self.

    Compassion for others that was neither ashamed of tears nor afraid of the cost of helping.

    A love for animals that was Schweitzer-like in its reverence for life.

    An instinct for the circumstances of others that made her alert to those small, random acts of kindness we all like to have happen to us.

    My mother also had her faults – I recognise some of them in me. But today I simply celebrate a life to which I owe my own, and incalculably more besides.

    Requiescat in pace.