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  • Scunnered: more on tartan existentialism via Haiku

    Some more wisdom from Scunnered:

    ARISTOTLE ON SCOTLAND

    Nature produces

    nothing without good reason:

    except midges and neds.

     

    BLIND MAN'S BLUFF

    Me? Humility?

    Noted for humilty

    me, noted for it.

     

    SEE

    Ordinary folk

    on investigation are

    extraordinary.

     

    And finally….not an answer to Dawkins or Darwin – more a question fatal to the dawkins mindset

    DARWINS PETIT EVOLUTION

    There's no designer

    in evolution. But what

    of clear light of love?

     

    51Ec+623gWL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU02_All taken with thanks from Scunnered, Des Dillon, (Edinburgh: Luath Press, 2011). My book of the Year for the dentist's waiting room, the long checkout queue, an easily held read while drinking coffee on the move, a devotional time when you don't feel particularly devout, placing surreptitiously inside your personal organiser to help you make it through tedious meetings, and nplacing beside the phone for those conversations that go on and on….. just a few suggestions on how to get the best out of this gem.

     

  • Marie Colvin: martyrdom and those who bear witness

    It has been open season on Journalists these past few months. Phone tapping, bribery, the ethics of protecting sources, intrusive surveillance and evasive non-co-operation with various Inquiries. And there's no doubt that some of the sharp edged criticism and public furore has been deserved, just and necessary to clean up a culture that is in danger of simply ignoring people's rights to privacy. protection and the weight of law to replace torn up boundaries and reinforce workable sanctions. That's all fine.

    But the death of Marie Colvin shows Journalism at its very best as an essential vocation in a world where communication networks are now amongst the most potent social and political forces at work across the globe. Global politics are increasingly driven by global communications rapidly gaining in immediacy and pervasiveness. The facebook revolution is now a a widely available trigger for political revolution.

    S-MARIE-COLVIN-largeWhat Marie Colvin was doing was exposing the brutality and cruelty of Syria's President, government and military forces. Her last broadcast vibrated with barely restrained anger. Saint Exupery in Wind, Sand and Stars has a sentence which observes, sorrow and anger are the vibrations that remind us we are still alive. The bombardment of civilians is a war crime – there isn't even a debate about that. Pure and simple tanks, artillery and heavy machine guns turned on unarmed civilians is a violation of international law, a demonstration of inhumanity that must not go unchecked, and a clear signal for the international community to intervene.

    To call the few hundred lightly armed militia an army, and justification for civilian slaughter is to use language in a way that exposes the moral bankruptcy of the Syrian Regime, and the equally shameful moral lethargy of the international community, including our own country. Just what has to happen in a country for the claims of humanity to supercede the interests of political expediency and the slow hand-wringing of sanctions and diplomatic toing and froing.

    A Syrian besieged in the town of Homs spoke of Marie Colvin as a journalist who records and bears witness to the terrible happenings in the town. Fourteen shells landed in the first 30 seconds of the bombardment that started early morning and relentlessly continued throughout the day. But camera pictures, clear informed reporting, the courage and moral passion of the reporters, they are ways of documenting injustice, crimes against humanity, and will lead eventually to indictment. For such witness there is always a price.

    Marie Colvin was killed along with several others, doing what was her calling – reporting, telling, bearing witness, calling power to account, and expressing the outrage of those who witness such unrestrained violence; appealing to those whose responsibility it is to uphold international law, to defend human rights, and maintain a world culture in which determined brutality meets an equally determined truth telling, and encounters a morally equipped opposition that represents the human face, human value, and the steadfast refusal to bystand.

  • The use of the adverb Trinitarianly

    William-blake-sketch-of-the-trinity-21Was teaching the doctrine of the Trinity yesterday, and we had an interesting session on Trinity and Community. Starting from love that is purposeful, outgoing and creative and which is self giving and combines both trust and risk, we moved back and forward between the inner relations of the Triune God to the outward expression of that life in the economy of creation, redemption and consummation.

    It would be misleading and unnecessary to say we all understood what we were talking about! But a lot of learning took place in exploring the realities of human relationships as we work out in our personal lives, the lives of the communities we inhabit, and the life of the world which is a community of communities living with tensions at times creative and at times destructive. Ecclesiology, missiology, spirituality, worship, pastoral care and compassion, ethics and justice, are significant areas of Christian existence and reflection which are profoundly influenced by the way we think of God. And for Christian theology that means thinking of God Trinitarianly. I know, it's not the most elegant of words, but it is a modifying adverb that should be used frequently in our thinking about those key areas of Christian reflection and practice. It's pushing it to talk of a Trinitarian lifestyle, or living Trinitarianly – but to see ourselves as drawn into the life of God, and immersed in the Love that is purposeful, creative, outgoing trusting and risk-taking, and to ask what that might look like in practice, would be to at least make a start on living Trinitarianly.

  • Scunnered and other Scottish Philosophical Concepts

    Des Dillon's wee book, Scunnered. Slices of Scottish Life in seventeen gallus syllables, (Luath Press), is a tonic. Sometimes funny, sometimes angry, somtimes amusingly angry; considering in haiku such philosophical concepts as midges and neds, the Gulf War, wind turbines, psychology, consumerism and much else, trivial yet serious, wistful but laser sharp.

    ATTENTION SEEKERS.

    Self assertion is

    the very heart and core of

    all conversation.

     

    THE NECESSARY BLINKERS

    Life – a series of

    disappointments glued brightly

    together by hope.

     

    HA HA LLELUJAH

    Cosmic but comic

    angels fly because they take

    being holy lightly.

    ………………….

    More of this tomorrow!

  • Five a side football, buttered toast and old poetry

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    Last night was one of those strange juxtapositions of experience the oddity of which isn't obvious till you think backwards.

    9.00 to 10.00 was five a side football, requiring someone my age to have a sufficient sense of recklessness, to resurrect whatever skills I ever had, and balance these with a sensible consideration of what is still possible. Got flattened near the start and was playing catch up with my dignity for the rest of the game!

    10-10.20 drove back listening to the CD of the month for me – Renaissance, Harry Christoper and the Sixteen, and listened yet again to Allegri's Miserere and felt that was Vespers and Compline sorted for the night.

    10.20 to 11.00 a cooling shower, tea and buttered toast, and some time browsing in Karl Barth IV.3.2 chasing a paragraph I'd read earlier but hadn't marked and wanted to post on this blog – still haven't found it.

    11.00 till 11.25 reading poetry while having a bottle of water and came across a poem by Robert Herrick that I'd all but forgotten but which used to be a favourite – an entire blog post could be dedicated to what that means 'used to be a favourite. Anyway here's the poem I read just before lights out – the quaint olde worlde spelling and erratic punctuation is found in a late Victorian anthology of devotional poems, bound in green leather which I picked up for 80p years ago.

    GOD'S MERCY

    Gods boundless mercy is, to sinfull man,

    Like to the ever wealthy ocean:

    Which though it sends out thousand streams, 'tis n'ere

    Known, or els seen to be the emptier:

    And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more

    Full, and filed full, then when full-fild before.

    Does anyone still read Robert Herrick?

    The photo is of the North Sea from Aberdeen front – not quite the ever wealthy ocean of God's mercy, – too cold for that!

  • Believing Three Ways in One God, Nicholas Lash

    DSC00220Believing Three Ways in One God, Nicholas Lash. (SCM, 1992)

    I love this book, published 20 years ago and read three times, and returned to often as one of those thin books, but 'thickly textured' and richly nourishing.

    It is popular theology without being populist, theologically fresh without being merely different, provocative in the positive sense of making you think differently about familiar things.

     

    God's utterance lovingly gives life,

    all unfading freshness:

    gives only life,

    and peace, and love,

    and beauty, harmony and joy.

    And the life God gives is nothing other,

    nothing less,

    than God's own self.

    Life is God, given.

    Page 104

  • Just a wee thought…..

    Now here's an interesting observation:

    It is a humorous paradox that in a faith that speaks about the "journey" of following Jesus, Christians claim to have total and absolute truth from the beginning, while scientists, who are supposed largely atheists and agnostics, are quite willing to work for decades knowing that their theories and hypostheses are merely provisional."

    (The Naked Now, Richard Rohr, p.85)

     

  • Elizabeth Jennings Week (III) Michaelangelo’s First Pieta.

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    Michaelangelo's First Pieta

    Carve a compassion. Older than you are

    He lies upon your lap. What can you do

    But hold him with a trust you also fear.

            Thus Micahelangelo

     

    Saw what a girl may do for gods. O we

    Have mercy on this man a woman holds,

    God in the grip of our humanity.

             All this the sculptor moulds.

     

    But more. It is a prayer that he is saying

    Wordless, except that written on her breast

    He writes his name. This girl he is displaying

             Has also brought him rest.

    (New Collected Poems, 124)

     

    Poem and sculpture,

    word and image,

    chiselled form and crafted articulation,

    one representation seeking to interpret the other,

    one medium mediating the ungrasped essence of the other,

    compassion hand carved and hand written,

    because passionately felt and expertly expressed.

  • Keeping the Faith without Rubbishing Every other Faith

    Now and again we are treated to political statements that are genuinely constructive, considered and thoughtful, socially invigorating, morally courageous and a true reflection of what we should expect of those who represent us.

    Warsi_2137949bBaroness Warsi will later this week address the Pope in an address that affirms the importance in Europe of religious traditions, heritage and beliefs as essentials of cultural stability and integrity. Her argument is that firmly held convictions and intentional dialogue towards mutual understanding are more important than any falsely justified or mistakenly fumbled attempts to repress or marginalise faith traditions and their legitimate public expression.

    Given the nonsense of last week's judgement about the legality of prayers before local government sessions, and the strident intolerance of secular humanists and populist atheists, it's time we had outspoken advocacy of religious freedom and liberty of conscience, not to mention mere toleration. The irony is the intolerant attack on religion per se by those who appeal to religious intolerance as a fundamental reason, on the basis of reason, to outlaw or ridicule or damn all religion.

    My own Christian life has been spent within a small radically evangelical community which, sometimes to its embarrassment is reminded that religious toleration is in its DNA. Yes, Baptists emerged from religious persecution with a passionate commitment to liberty of conscience before God and freedom of worship and religious expression as that which the state has no right to promote for its own ends, or suppress in the interests of its own power.  And since I graduated in Moral Philosophy and Principles of Religion, followed by a theological formation for ministry, I have held just as passionately to those early Baptist instincts about freedom of conscience, religious toleration and humble respect for those whose faith tradition is different from mine, but whose integrity and identity I am called in Christ to respect, and whose person I am called to love.

    210So dialogue between faiths is not for me a concession to compromise, but a commitment to communication and understanding rooted in theological realities such as imago dei, the communicative nature of God, the work of the Holy Spirit in human expereince and culture, and the call of Christ to love our neighbour as ourselves. Likewise, Ecumenical openness is not a sign of woolly thinking and fluffy goodwill, but a serious theological, ethical and pastoral challenge to recognise and respond in the Spirit of Christ to those whose experience of God in Christ, and whose living expression of their faith is different from mine, and if we are both honest and humble, is often richer than what I have known. And in a polarised world where hostility and suspicion are often the default dispositions of opposing religious traditions and cultures, I welcome every encouragement to people of faith, whatever faith, to begin by recognising the humanity of the other, and then to respect the religious commitments and traditions of the other, and then to respond in friendship and sincere interest in this other person, tradition, culture, with whom I share this planet, and this time in human history.

    Is that too much to ask, of those who follow the one who is the Lamb slain, and before whose throne peoples of all tribes, nations, peoples and cultures will gather in the act of praise and worship? One of the missional essentials of today is a recovered sense of generosity that can only come from a faith tradition that stops being timid, protectionist and negative. Instead, with the courage of our convictions, and the exemplary generosity of God in Christ as our inspiration, and trusting the promised Counsellor who leads us into all truth, let us sit and think, and talk, and pray, and learn, and so come to understand, our neighbours, the strangers in our midst, and to greet and welcome others as God in Christ has welcomed us.

    Some of what sparked these reflections can be read in the linked article below

    http://uk.news.yahoo.com/stand-faith-says-peer-warsi-064447947.html

  • Elizabeth Jennings Week (II) Clarity and Calvary

    Tokenz-dealwd023Elizabeth Jennings' poetry is replete with religious themes, experiences, aspirations, questions and speculations. Profoundly Christian yet alert to the ambiguities of human experience, immersed in the Catholic tradition but without unqualified surrender to dogmatic formulations, learned in incarnational theology and the astonishingly aware of the connectedness in Christian thought between the suffering of human beings and the passion of God.

    Advent and Easter, year on year, provoked her to poetry, attempting again the impossible puzzle of arranging words so that eternal truth is sufficiently framed in language to embrace and communicate the realities to which language refers. Yet words we have, and limited though they are, words represent one of the great gifts of human exchange, and Babel nothwithstanding communication is a bedrock of culture, civilisation and human community.

    So when Jennings writes a poem called 'Clarify', 12 brief lines making three short stanzas, she manages to make it a prayer for two great yearnings from our deepest being – the longing for meaning and the struggle for freedom, but meaning that is purposeful, and freedom that is not destructive. Lucid brevity, knowing naivete, self- knowledge

    CLARIFY

    Clarify me, please,

    God of the galaxies,

    Make me a meteor,

    Or else a metaphor

     

    So lively that it grows

    Beyond its likeness and

    Stands on its own, a land

    That nobody can lose.

     

    God, give me liberty

    But not so much that I

    See you on Calvary,

    Nailed to the wood by me.

    (New Collected Poems, 161)