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  • The biggest book I’ve ever bought! :)) – and the artist as alternative exegete

    41QmtJ45YCL._SL500_AA300_ Two books recently bought. One huge, as in mega-big. I didn't look at the dimensions when I clicked. (36x43x3). Don't care. It's a coffee table book, which could also mean put legs on it and it is big enough for a coffee table! But it is a gorgeously produced, outrageously sized, sumptuously heavy, ridiculously unwieldy, impossible to read in bed, but impossible not to read, study of Johannes Vermeer and His World. And the price is £15 from Amazon! There are 10 posters for framing included and I reckon any half decent print shop would charge you more than £15 for one of them, let alone the book and the set.

    There is one painting in particular I want to spend some time with – Vermeer's interpretation of the Martha and Mary story. Of which more in a later post. But this volume is a labour of love; each of the confirmed Vermeer paintings is reproduced, with good background notes, exposition of key details, and building up to an education in the understanding and appreciation of artistic development from gift to genius. What becomes progressively clearer in studying the paintings is the way the eyes of the subjects are portrayed. How they look, the direction and focus, the use of light, each draw the attention of the viewer, and thus influence the way we look, and point us towards what we ought to see. In other words the artist is providing his own hermeneutic, and with Vermeer that includes provoking and directing emotional attentiveness "by rendering visible particular moods and feelings". One of the unmistakable responses to a Vermeer masterpiece is precisely this, the artist setting the emotional climate in which the painting can best be appropriated, and doing so by taking control of how the viewer looks and what it is the artist wants the viewer to notice.

    Christ_in_the_house_of_mary_and_martha Exegesis of a text requires, and is inevitably accompanied by, a set of hermeneutical assumptions, strategies, principles – which are themselves influenced by the capacity of the text to speak for itself. There is an equivalent process, when the text is not in words but in image. Visibility, seeing and reading the non-verbal text, is with an eye to apprehending the truth, the is-ness made visible and comprehensible not in words but in that emotional and spiritual intuition of the viewer that recognises the rightness, the fittingness, the yes factor in what is being viewed. 

    This is an important resource for theological nourishment, as well as a crucial insight for theological understanding. Much hermeneutical activity which surrounds the exegesis of words composed into texts, strongly focuses on meaning and truth. The equivalent hermeneutical activity in art focuses on the response of the viewer to beauty, and the search to understand the process by which the apprehension of beauty opens the mind to truth of another order. This painting is a pictorial exegesis of a gospel incident that has been deeply influential in the development of Christian spirituality, especially the unhelpful distinction between the active and the contemplative life. Vermeer portrays both women as having Jesus' attention, and there is little sense of one being preferred to the other. The active and the contemplative, the kitchen and the prayer stool, food and conversation, Martha and Mary, are equally disciples, and feeding the hungry Jesus is as important as listening to Jesus' words. Dag Hammarskjold, that surprisingly perceptive Christian and Secretary General of the UN, understood the given and creative tension of Christian obedience, that "the way to holiness lies through the world of action".

    And Thomas Merton, who to my knowledge didn't write on this gospel incident, though one of the greatest apologists for the contemplative life in silence and solitude, nevertheless linked these spiritual disciplines of passive waiting (Mary) to the richer textured realities of active obedience in the world (Martha), and to demonstable Christian practices which embody and enflesh the virtues of peacemaking, love and social compassion. His finest writing is found in the collision, or perhaps the conflation, of contemplative and political theology, the fusion in his spirituality of prayer and protest, the insistence that true communion with God and love for the world are to be found both in the inward cohesion of a contemplative community, and in the outreaching and scattering of that community in Christian witness to a broken God-loved world. And it is not unimportant that some of his most telling statements are not in words, but in photographs, poems and calligraphic art. And some of his most piercing images are literary and in his best known essays. For Merton, word and image are equally effective conduits of those truths that shape and inspire patterns of behaviour and practice that are demonstrably Christian.  

  • Holidays and the homeward flight of the goose

    Came across this in a book I didn’t intend to
    look at today, but which was in a box I was moving. Some time ago I’d
    marked this sentence about holidays.
     

    “a time of physical and emotional well-being
    when the self’s normal defences of tension, focus, image and desire are
    in abeyance, a time when everything that has been planted can safely
    creep up through the soil and begin to live in our consciousness."

    Another wise writer spoke of the frustration and waste of what she called "unassimilated experience", by which she meant, too much living with no time for reflection, learning and adjusting our inner world to the happenings of the oputer world as they impinge on us.

    Holidays have always been a mixture for me. I don't quickly adjust to being off. Some call it workaholism, but that isn't how it feels. More a way of life that is engaged, involved, structured and focused, and if a holiday is about change it means making time to disengage, reduce involvement, step outside of structure and widen focus – and that can take some time. A bit like taking off your specs and letting your eyes adjust; or coming to the end of a long run and slowing down, then walking, before stopping.

    Kylie Minogue, not renowned for metaphysical gymnastics, once quipped, "I have had a holiday and I'd like to take it up professionally." I don't doubt she could afford it, but could she live with it. I could neither afford nor live with it. But I do recognise the need to create time and space to assimilate the experience of a busy life; and I too have planted thoughts that need a chance to "safely creep up through the soil".


    Canada-geese-flying So this year a longer than usual holiday, much of it spent in and around our new home here in Aberdeen. A sense of place, of roots, of connectedness, breaking in the new home like new shoes and the same aim – to feel comfortable walking the journey. Whe Jesus said "Come ye apart", it wasn't a statement about life falling to pieces or personal disinitegration. It was an invitation to step aside for a while; to stop long enough to ask what it is we are doing and why; to recover a sense of proportion and perspective and understand again that the world, even our own small worlds, get along quite well without us. Indispensability is the temptation of the proud, and I reckon most of us have a rich seam of that running through our egos.

    Mary Oliver knows what I'm talking about:

    You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.

    If our searching and longing, our waiting and hoping, our desring and expecting were distilled into one phrase, for me that would be it – finding and "announcing our place in the family of things." O for the wings of a dove? Nah. I prefer the beating purposefulness of the Canada goose, honking its way home and using its wing-beats to make it easier for the others around it.

    This weekend the holiday starts.

  • Incarnational Theology and the Conceits of Art

    031virgiThe recent visit to Edinburgh and the National Galleries I was looking for nothing in particular except the Botticelli mentioned in a previous post. But I came across a couple of other paintings including this one, a work by the enigmatic and mysterious artist (or artists) known as the Master(s) of the Embroidered Foliage.

    Close inspection shows why the name has become attached to paintings in this style. The foliage is painted to make it look like embroidery, and the effect gives the work a depth and texture that sets the central figure in what looks like a living landscape, and yet which is so different in style the human figures are made to appear more real, more immediate. The landscape intentionally appears as a human contrivance, embroidered foliage, a conceit that depicts the miracle of natural growth as the natural response of an organic creation to the One who gives life, calls to life, indeed is born as living flesh into the world.

    But then, by placing the Virgin and child in the centre, on a bench with a richly embroidered back, and set against a landscape painted also in embroidered patterns, the realism of the mother and child, captured in subtle delicacy of colour and expression, is further emphasised in a way that carries profound incarnational implications. The real natural world is depicted through an artificial conceit, and the supernatural birth is depicted with realism and a degree of artistic sensitivity that it forces a contrast, and thus compels attention to the living centre of the painting.

    The child's hand turning the page, pointing to the text, suggests the child and mother in a joint act of reading, interpreting, fulfilling. But it seems it is the child's hand turning the page, an act of precocious, even authoritative guidance – and the mother is looking at the child, not the book. Perhaps to the mother the child is the real text, the subject of whom the book speaks. The developed theology of the incarnation wrestles with immense and complex questions of humanity and divinity coinciding in the birth of Jesus. Nicea and Chalcedon stand as formulaic and historic statements, as the best the tradition could offer in words, reconciled to the limitations of language and vocabulary, and recognising that intellectually construed concepts always fall short of the divine realities expressed in the central doctrines of Christian faith. Incarnation and Christology, the relations of the Triune God, the initiating and inviting grace of God reaching out in a love impassioned purpose, eternal and yet scandalously specific in historic occurence. "The word became flesh and dwelt amongst us….God was in christ reconciling the world to himself…but when the fullness of time had come, God sent his son, born of a woman…."

  • The Amazing Ubiquity and Ambiguity of “Amazing Grace”

    The hymn Amazing Grace is amazingly ubiquitous. I've no idea how many renderings of it there are. But without straining a single mental muscle I can list the following which I've heard at least once, and one or two of them countless times

    The Pipes and Drums and Military band of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards

    Judy Collins

    Jessye Norman

    The Blind Brothers of Alabama

    Elvis

    Susan Boyle

    Paul Potts

    Aretha Franklin

    Mahalia Jackson


    Lesley-300x300 But the most spectacularly over the top rendering I've ever heard is on the Lesley Garrett CD Amazing Grace. By over the top I mean no criticism whatsoever. For once a full orchestra, a soprano showing off, and creative choreography does justice to a song written out of appalling human abuse, and yet which celebrates a faith in which the gift of God is the power of love to restore and renew human brokenness, to break down dividing walls of hostility, to begin the work of the reconciliation of all things in Christ.

    I know no better portrayal of John Newton's lifelong sorrow for his own actions than Albert Finnie's anguished and sympathetic portrayal in the DVD of the recent film. The sorrow and anger of the converted slaver, the inability to erase the past, the felt insufficiency of personal forgiveness from God to complete the circle of reconciliation, until there is forgiveness from those who have been wronged, and until the wrong itself is abolished, highlights a crucial theological and pastoral insight. Forgiveness by God can never exclude the necessity of that kind of repentance that brings us to those we have wronged to state the wrong, to confess our sins against them, to say we are sorry, to ask what would heal or help restore a relationship so damaged, and to give ourselves to the abolition of such patterns of behaviour as caused the wrong in the first place.


    Index.7 Given such human misery inflicted by the slave trade, and a Gospel of utter surprising love, and the tragedy of human history that can never be reversed, more is required in the singing of Amazing Grace than anodyne and safe renderings that are musically competent, even brilliant. I'm not even sure that the hymn is best sung as a congregational praise song, unless there is an awareness not only of its provenance, but of the complicity of Christianity in human trafficking, and an open knowledge that such trade was providing the economic sub-structure of an empire that still shapes contemporary attitudes to the worlds and cultures of other people. Something needs to jolt us awake to what is being sung, and to our capacity to be blind, culpably and callously blind to the suffering of others, often enough only because it is culturally approved and economically convenient.

    The track in the Garrett version begins with African voices singing Alleluia but in rhythms reminiscent of the workforce, the clanking of irons is heard here and throughout the first sections, and the first bars introduce the wistful sound of wind instruments rising in aspiration and longing before the first words are sung. The slow build of the song towards the climax begins with solo voice, then the rhythm and clicking of African percussion, before a soprano descant and then the choral voices offer a supportive base for soprano pyrotechnics which are not the least out of place – there is a soaring hopefulness and triumph that simply defies the inhumanity out of which this hymn emerged.

    Amazing Grace is one of the few hymns that needs more than one rendering to come anywhere near doing justice to the ambivalence of its provenance and the intensity of the personal experience of conversion out of which it came. For quite other reasons the version by the Blind Boys of Alabama is equally compelling – arranged and sung to the tune House of the Rising Sun.
    The-Blind-Boys-of-Alabama It too explores the ambiguities and certainties of a hymn which it seems is popular well beyond the evangelical circles out of which it came and within which it still resonates in personal experiences of God. And it does so within the musical idiom of African American people, for whom the words touch deep into their personal and social history. How there can be congruence between a hymn written by a converted slave trader, and the great, great, great, great grandchildren of people stolen from their home of land and family, is one of the mysteries of that grace that is sung about in this hymn. Maybe there is no congruence in grace – it doesn't fit with our human standards of guilt, just deserts, cruelty, inhumane thoughtlessness – it contradicts and seeks to transform them.

    I reckon a whole seminar could be built around exploring the text and sub text of this hymn, based on the way people have sung it, and hear it. A time of learning when we are honest and open to the ambiguities out of which this anthem of grace came, which emerged from such tragic times. yes, and which is sung in times still tragic, with our own sins of oppression, and perhaps our own blindness to our complicity in the structures of sin that condemn countless millions to the slaveries that are essential to globalised markets on the current models.

    Does anyone else know renderings of Amazing Grace that you have found are as richly textured in musical and spiritual reach? Just decided I'd like to do such a seminar or retreat evening.

  • Prayer and the humility to shut up.

    This has been on of those weeks that we all have to work through once in a while. Been in Fort William, Paisley, Elderslie, Westhill, Manchester and now back in Westhill. Each place on that list represents a different bed each night! No wonder I is confoosed and discombobulated 🙂 But what a rich and full week. An Induction of David, one of our students, at Fort William at the start of the week, and a meeting with UK College Principals in Manchester the last two days. And in between the Graduation ceremony for 8 of our students. Now that is some considerable compensation for the past week's experience as a nomad, a man of no fixed abode. That said it's a miracle I haven't walked into a wall, or fallen downstairs, or walked by accident into the wrong room. So after the next week i have a lengthy holiday much of which will be at home getting used to Aberdeen again for longer than a few days at a time.

    Here's a Mary Oliver poem for no other reason than I read it on the plane earlier and know exactly what she means.


    Blue-Iris-Grass Praying

    It doesn't have to be

    the blue iris, it could be

    weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

    small stones;just

    pay attention, then patch

    a few words together and don't try

    to make them elaborate, this isn't

    a contest but the doorway

    into thanks, and a silence in which

    another voice may speak.

    (Thirst, Bloodaxe, 2006), 37.

    She is right. Praying isn't only, perhaps isn't primarily, our voice speaking. It may be, perhaps it must be, another Voice speaking and us listening for it, and to it. The willingness to not speak, to be silent, and to listen, is a disposition requiring more humility than we can often manage. So how many times have my words, my praying, interrupted and overspoken that other Voice? How many times has God told me to shut up and listen, but I couldn't hear the whisper for my own chatter?

  • Haiku and appreciation of a beautiful rose.

    Still in the process of choosing roses for our garden, and have bought a couple as gifts for friends as well. The photo below is of one recently bought and given to a home where roses are loved, and flourish under appreciative eyes. The name of this variety is Strawberry Hill and it is a David Austin rose. 

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    It's named after Strawberry Hill, an 18th Century Gothic villa (detail of it in the photo), built by Sir Horace Walpole, and now incorporated into St Mary's University College, London. The rose is a vision of loveliness, and the colour begins as deep pink slowly changing to pale at the outer rims. 

    Decided to do a one stanza Haiku in appreciation.

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    Strawberry Hill Rose,

    gathered petals of pink dusk,

    sun-flushed clouds of dawn.

     

  • Biography as Theology – communal self scrutiny

    Talking with Stuart yesterday about our mutual interest in biography as theology. McClendon's book, Biography as Theology, may not be the first use of the phrase- there's a chapter title in the William Stringfellow anthology that uses the same phrase, possibly earlier. No matter. My own interest in biography as theology was quite unintentional and for years I was unaware that was what I was doing. I've read biographies all my life. Hundreds of them. Archbishop-medium From Rowan Williamsto Yehudi Menuhin, Mahatma Gandhi to Vincent Van Gogh, George Macleod of Iona to Einstein, Dorothy Sayers to Thomas Aquinas, Emily Dickinson to Marilyn Monroe, Baron Friedrich Von Hugel to Martin Luther King, George Eliot to Elie Wiesel, Shirley Williams to Rembrandt, Katherine Hepburn to Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Diana Princess of Wales to Sir Alec Guinness, Dorothyday Dorothy Day to Abraham Joshua Heschel, Beethoven to Bernstein to U2, and so on. Poets and trade unionists, artists and politicians, inventors and theologians, novelists and engineers, celebrities and explorers, travellers and stay at homers, doers and thinkers, the nice and the not nice, historical and contemporary.

    Biographies can be hagiography or muckraking, tragic lives (a whole new genre) and blessed lives, authorised and thus sanitised, or unauthorised and sometimes destructive. Not all biographies are good – by which I mean accurate, fair, dealing with significant experience, contributing to our understanding of human life by examining and telling the story of a particular human life. And then there are the autobiographies, written to self advertise, or as catharsis, or as serious life evaluation, or as either perpetuating self-importance, or genuinely offering experience that is reflected on, assimilated into a new and mature self-awareness, with lessons learned and gratitude not absent.

      Caravaggio_calling_of_peter_andrew_large Biography as theology is a way of reflecting with critical sympathy, believing that in the living of a human life, there is the raw material that helps us understand what it means to encounter God, and for life to be changed by that experience. The underlying premise is simple – how we live is the demonstration of what we hold as our convictions. If we don't practise it we don't believe it; our practice exposes the convictions that move us to such actions. The life we live is the expression of those convictions that do indeed, practically and decisively, shape and form us. Not what I say; not what I think; not what I believe – well, all of these, but all of these translated into human practice in that performance of daily life that is the final, convincing evidence of what it is we actually do, when it comes down to it, believe.

    More about this later. Here's McClendon:

    "Undertaken in Christian community, biography can be a mode of communal self-scrutiny…the exercise in which the community holds a mirror to those it finds its finest in rder to discover what God has been doing in its midst…- if such communal self scrutiny is undertaken under the eyes  and in the light of God, then it may be a prime example of what we prioperly call theology. This is biography as theology."

  • A new reading chair for the study – wise stewardship or consumer extravagance?


    Biblio1 My study isn't a big room. And I have a lot of books divided between home and College. A study needs a desk, computer and printer, and a reading chair, and wall space for pictures and other sources of inspiration, and a sound system for music. And my study isn't a big room. So choices have to be clever, because I don't want to be "cabined, cribbed and confined" in the very place where mind and heart should relax with space and time for thought.

    And yesterday which was supposed to be about something else entirely, I came across  the very chair. Comfort, appearance, size are all yes, and I've measured carefully and checked that it would fit. So reserved till later today till I make up my mind. When does "not cheap" take second place to just right? Is that primarily a financial calculation or an aesthetic one? See this stewardship thing, it complicates the process of deciding what you really want – the thing itself, or the knowledge you've used money responsibly and wisely. I mean, how many chairs are there, and why does this one matter? For some people shoppping is uncomplicated transaction. For some of us not quite so. How many decisions do we make in the process of any particular consumer choice? Or how many choices have to be made before we can reach a responsible decision about money? Don't know. But I need a chair. And by the end of the day I might have one….or not. Then I might regret my decision…or not. And then there's the need to change the car………….any shopping advisers out there?

    The ingenious chair pictured is the ultimate reading chair, eh? it's on the Scottish Poetry Library website. Not sure how comfortable it is – anyone ever sat on it, maybe the poets and poetry readers who come in and out of this blog?

  • Theology, Mizzle and Joy – Resurrection faith and getting on with our lives.

    It is a grey mizzly day here in Aberdeen. Not cold, but a day of vague vision, no horizons to give perspective, no sense of distance and space. The view from our bedroom looks across to the line of hills that sweeps round to Bennachie. But not this morning, The view ends within a few hundred metres and fades into a gradual opacity, like flying through grey clouds.

    A good metaphor mizzle,(collation of mist and drizzle) for those times we live with opacity, lack of perspective because of restricted horizons, when life has no comforting clarity of view. Does anyone know any good modern praise songs / hymns that deal with the spiritual experience of mizzle? Having seen the view from here on a sunny day, I know what lies beyond the mizzle. But long term mizzle would be a different story. And the Christian response is also a different story.

    Just been reading Moltmann's Theology & Joy. The title is not an oxymoron but a blessed juxtaposition. And here's Moltmann's antidote to the grey mizzle that can descend overnight on us, and can have many a cause.

    "All liberation movements begin with a few people who are no longer afraid and who begin to act differently from what is expected by those who are threatening them.

    That would suit many a Lord just fine…

    But a resurrection is coming

    It will be quite different from what we expect.

    A resurrection is coming which is

    God's revolution against the lords

    And against the lord of lords, against death,

    wrote Kurt Marti. Here already we find ourselves right at the centre of theology, the liberating game of faith with God against the evil bonds of fear and the grey pressures of care which death has laid upon us. For resurrection faith means courage to revolt against the 'covenant of death' (Isaiah 28.15), it means hope for the victory of life which will swallow up and conquer life devouring death." (Theology & Joy, London: SCM, 1973), pp. 37-8.


    Resurr26 Mizzle, and "the liberating game of faith". The idea that faith is a game, not trivial but serious play, with rules but freedom of expression, with purpose and uncertain outcome, to be played with skill, co-operation and initiative, and finding in such a way of life liberation for ourselves and the liberation of others. That is what resurrection faith means. Wonder if Moltmann during his months in Ayrshire after the war, experienced a damp mizzly Scottish day or two? A kind of West of Scotland summer school in theology? And how about a course entitled, "Theology, Mizzle &Joy?

    The bronze is "Christ Rising, by Frederick Hart, 1998. The cruciform shape combines the sense of liberation, welcome and openness to the future that the resurrection guarantees, and yet recalls the suffering love that enfolds a broken creation in the redemptive intentionality of God. 

  • Botticelli’s “Virgin Adoring the Sleeping Christ Child”:


    Botticelli virgin Yesterday I was at the National Galleries in Edinburgh. At one point I was standing within twenty feet of Monet, "The Poplars on the River Epte", Van Gogh "Garden with a Path", and the Singer Sargent portrait of "Lady Agnew". And the odd Gaugin, Renoir and Degas within sight. How good is that then?

    But it was the Botticelli I went to see first and longest. "Virgin Adoring the Sleeping Christ Child". This masterpiece of art is also a richly theological and devotional statement. The idea that devotional is in some sense sentimentalised theology, or worse still, non-theologically controlled spirituality, is one of the less clever assumptions of those dismissive of those appropriations of art that combine aesthetic pleasure, thoughtful prayer, and theological reflection.

    I'll want to make more of this painting later – but for now. What is the significance of the child surrounded by thornless roses? Very rarely is the Christ child portrayed as sleeping. The use of blue for the sky, the robe and the swaddling cloth, and blue as a symbol of heaven, is surely intentionally significant. The contrast of roses, organic thornless beauty, and the geometric sharpness and hardness of the rocks, suggests the meeting of life and lifelessness, fruit and barrenness, garden and desert rock.The roses and the Virgin's dress share the same colour and the child's feet rest on the soft velvet and satin.

    What it all means? Incarnation is both mystery and miracle, yet there is in this painting a tenderness and vulnerability that does not suggest overwhelming power. The central image is of adoration as in the title; the loving gaze of a mother becomes prayer for her child, and merges in the mind of the viewer with our own knowledge of the story. This is unembarrassed Christian story, complete with Christian character, symbol and requiring a Christian hermeneutic. We know the tragedy that follows, but it is the tragic love of God intent on overcoming the tragic brokenness of a world where roses have thorns, and rocks crush, and doing so not in overturning power but through love incarnate, made human, surrendered to the same suffering and death that we all must face. And in that surrender, redeeming suffering, overcoming death and making possible new beginnings of life, the tragic is transformed into hope and a future in God. And all that concentrated in the birth of a child, a child asleep under the watchful love of a mother, whose hands are folded in supplication, the deep longing of love for what she has created, that which is part of her. And the scandal of Christian faith is that such a story as incarnation, love incarnate, is the story of the God we have come to know in Christ. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us…