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  • What are the benchmark statements on Christian leadership?

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    Yesterday I shared in the funeral service for Jim Wood, one of the finest Christian leaders I've ever known, and one of Scotland's most committed Baptists. I'll finish this post with an extract from what I shared about Jim in the funeral service. Reflecting through the week on the life and character of this remarkably able and unselfconsciously modest man, led me to some interesting thoughts about the way we think about leadership.

    Leadership has many styles, and God's gift of leadership needn't always demonstrate the same virtues and qualities. Jesus was a leader – though I'm not sure I'm entirely comforable with a word so compromised by power baggage – but the style of leadership, the way Jesus exercised authority, the goal and end of his 'leadership initiatives', were responsive to context and situation, and to the people in those situations and contexts.

    There is in the life and ministry of Jesus that kind of leadership

    • which takes initiative with loaves and fishes and makes things happen
    • which invites trust and risk in leaving the safety of the boat for the turbulence of the waves
    • which silences argument and heals wounded relationships by taking a basin and towel
    • which stops and asks the name of Legion, touches the scars of the leper, and throws parties for the unwanted and too easily ignored
    • which teaches prayer by doing it and so encourages discipleship by embodying obedience to the Father
    • which 'wastes time' that could be used 'more productively', talking at the well with a woman to help her move beyond what we now call 'a chaotic lifestyle'

    And so on. The whole Christian leadership thing has become a major area of study, contention, training, and concern, in churches looking for ways to survive, to grow, to be seen to be alive and relevant. And it's right to constantly explore and review how the dynamics of the Christian community work. But also in doing so to repeatedly, regularly, persistently, compare what we are saying and practising with the life and example of the One in whose name that leadership is expressed and all sharing of the Good News authorised.

    As I reflected on the character, life commitments, behaviour and influence of Jim Wood, I came to realise that he embodied a form of leadership which could never develop from intentional task-focused training, or from programmatic initiatives and approaches aiming to 'grow' leaders. There are times when our definitions of leadership, as strategically focused and missionally practical as they are (and perhaps need to be), are nevertheless far too pragamtic. There are other, perhaps as important styles of leadership which embody something less tangible and more crucial – a spirit of loving awareness and other-centred service in which we see authentic glimpses of Jesus, through which we recall loaves and fishes, gale lashed waves, welcomed strangers, a basin and a towel. Out of such a spirit comes the capacity to be the medium of a gospel of reconciliation, a conduit of that honest to goodness sincerity that touches lives with the gentle push in the right direction, which we call grace. Such is a style of leadership crucial to the health of our Baptist fellowships as discerning communities, which few are able to exercise. But Jim Wood did.

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    was a Christian, a Baptist Christian. His attendance at the church’s meetings,
    at Denominational Assembly and organisational gatherings was because he
    believed in the gathered church meeting for worship, prayer, and discerning
    together the mind of Christ. Natural courtesy, his measured thought, his
    moderated words, genuine belief in the importance of listening to the voice of
    Christ through the voices of individuals in the community of the Spirit, meant
    that his was an important presence. Not least because it would never have
    occurred to him that his voice carried more weight than anyone else’s.

    The qualities
    of  curiosity and open-mindedness,
    of  inner conviction and community involvement,
    of courtesy and conversation, meant that Jim was ideal in the always important
    role of Conciliator. Leadership
    takes many styles in contemporary church life; Jim Wood would never have
    claimed to be a leader. But he was.

    Inevitable tensions arise in the life of a
    healthy church, relationships become strained, misunderstanding or disagreement
    can develop. At such times every church needs those rare people who can see
    both sides of the argument and understand the different feelings and responses.
    They can interpret, bridge-build, calm hurt feelings and enable good
    communication. There is a form of leadership which looks to guide and encourage
    good decision-making by the pastoral care of those in danger of becoming too
    involved in their own agendas.

  • The Six Random Things Meme

    Simon Jones has tagged me for a meme thingy. I don't like memes and only do them to avoid offending very nice people – like Simon – and Brodie – who done this to me last year. So here's the deal. I'll do it but I'm not going to tag another 6. Anyway like Simon I have a limited range of blog-friends and certanly couldn't reach 6 as yet unmemed bloggers.

    The rules are

    1. Link to the person who tagged you.
    2. Post the rules on your blog.
    3. Write six random things about yourself.
    4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. (Sorry cannae dae that)
    5.
    Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their
    blog. (Cannae dae this either)

    6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

    Now. Six random things about myself…….

    1. I once learned to dance the sailor's hornpipe as part of the 1965 Lanark Lanimer Day parade, and our entry (Romance through the Ages) won the whole shebang and I got my name and photo in the Carluke Gazette complete with sailor's uniform and shoulder length hair!! Just so you don't think that was a fluke – I was also a Peer in our school production of Gilbert and Sullivan's Iolanthe and I can still sing most of the songs – for a credit crunching fee.
    2. I have been a lifelong fan of Country & Western Music and have actually listened to and enjoyed Little Jimmy Dickens singing "Sleeping at the foot of the bed", Hank Snow's nasal twang wailing through "Hobo Bill's Last Ride", and some even sadder crooner singing "May the bird of paradise fly up your nose. But I also bought and played till it was unplayable Johnny Cash's San Quentin Live Concert, same singer's Man in Black Album and now enjoy a whole slew of female progressive country artistes but not saying who – except Mary Chapin Carpenter.
    3. My first car cost £50, and was a ford anglia which was so rusted it needed two new doors a new bonnet, bootlid and new sills. The bonnet was blue, the boot lid was silver, the sills were black, two doors were brown and the rest of the car was scarlet. It was stolen in Glasgow and I had to give a description to the police who wondered why anyone would bother stealing it – or reporting it stolen!
    4. I think a land flowing with Chai Tea Latte would be just as enticing as a land flowing with milk and honey.
    5. I am going on Monday to Edinburgh to see the newly discovered Caravaggio of Jesus Calling Peter, as part of the Baroque exhibition. While there I'm having lunch with my daughter, retrieving my car and doing a wee book shop crawl.
    6. Against the current cultural stream, and despite much benign and well intentioned persecution, I still like wearing a tie even if I don't have to as part of the traditional power dressing game. Probably says something about my well known insecurity and reserved, perhaps even shy, disposition……..


    Promised I wouldn't tag anyone, but I've enjoyed the spur of the moment oddity of doing this.

  • Archbishop Robert Leighton (1611-1684) – a God-sent eirenicon for a violent age

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    One of the most attractive figures in the history of the Scottish Church was Archbishop Robert Leighton. In an age of theological extremes, inter-communal violence and intransigent "Christian" hostilities, he was a man of peace, a conciliatory spirit, to his opponents a man of compromise, to his admirers a God-sent eirenicon. The life and work of Leighton, and in particular the contrasting pieties of such as Leighton and Rutherford, the eirenic spirit of the former and the passion for Gospel purity of the latter, suggest fundamental differences in faith that were ultimately irreconcilable. Both men embodied in such a collision of contrasts, something of the tragedy of recalcitrant religion, when personal spiritual experience and its doctrinal confession are of such intensity that they can neither be questioned by others nor left unspoken, whatever the cost.
    Even if that cost is bloody conflict.

    In the history of Scottish Christian piety, doctrinal collisions, spiritual suspicion, political conflict, ecclesiatical self-interest, are all the stuff of tradition formation – like tectonic plates grating against each other, now and then colliding and recoiling, only coming to an accommodation when the contrary energies are absorbed by impact, so theological traditions are shaped. And people like Leighton are far too often overlooked when the time comes to identify 'the movers and the shakers', and 'the significant players', the ones later history writers place centre stage.

    Leighton, and his student Henry Scougal, are two men of moderate spirit, whose spirituality of peaceableness remains one of the glories of the Scottish Episcopal tradition. Here is Leighton, relegating historical research to its proper place:

    But when all is said and done there is one only blessed story, wherein our souls must dwell and take up their rest: for amongst all the rest we shall not read…come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest: and never any yet that tried Him, but found him as good as his word.

    The Works of Robert Leighton, with life by J. Aikman (1860), xvi.


    Scotland has produced many important biblical commentaries over the centuries, and some of those now called 'pre-critical', remain as important historical and theological depositories illustrating how texts were received, interpreted and brought to bear on life. Amongst the most celebrated was Leighton's 1 Peter, almost continually in print for over three centuries. As devotional commentaries go, and as an example of Puritan exposition, it remains a milestone of practical divinity spelt out in exhaustive detail by one whose gentleness of spirit made all his writing pastoral before polemical.

  • Fighting the good fight doesn’t mean punching others’ lights out in Jesus’ name!

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    Two stories from AOL News.

    1. If you want to make sense of the picture, have a read at this.

    Same scandal as last year at Christmas – and this time it made the BBC Sunday evening news, linked to the story covering the Calzaghe v Jones boxing match.

    Suggested relevant Scripture verses please?

    My own suggestion – "Jesus wept".

    And then this:

    2. Workers at Salisbury Town Hall, in Wiltshire
    were told they should not utter the ancient cliche, "singing from the same hymn sheet", because its
    religious connotations could hurt the feelings of unbelievers.

    The directive said: "Avoid office and council
    jargon wherever possible, including phrases such as 'moving forward' or
    'singing from the same hymn sheet'. Not everyone understands these
    phrases – some can actually cause offence (what would an atheist want
    with your hymn sheet?)"

    With apologies to the author of John's Gospel, "Jesus laughed".

  • Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Remembrance Sunday and the blessing of the world

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    Today is Remembrance Day. Earlier this week I had a Bonhoeffer day. I read the editor's introduction to Life Together in the Fortress Edition, and then several favourite passages from Discipleship. Then in the afternoon I watched the DVD Bonhoeffer. Agent of Grace, which is proably as careful and honest a portrayal as I've seen or read. Little by way of hagiography, as Ulrich Tukur portrayed the soul searing tension with which Bonhoeffer lived his last years, exploring the moral  ambiguity of our actions over and against the ethical imperative and inclination of the soul to act in the real world in faithfulness to Christ.

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    |Later, reading an important fragment included in the volume Conspiracy and Imprisonment: 1940-1945, I became very aware of why it is that I love Bonhoeffer – I don't just mean I love reading his writings, studying his thought, even tracing his biography and history. I mean something altogether more radically human and authentically theological. In the communion of saints, I feel a deep sense of privilege and bafflement, that this man I could never have known, who died 6 years before I was born, is one to whom in Christ, I am nevertheless bound, by eternal yet human ties of love, into that great interpersonal reality that is the Body of Christ, Sanctorum Communio. And on Remembrance Sunday, I remember the theology and spirituality that animated and fired him with love of life, and forged that integrity which will always choose what makes for life, even if it means dying. In a world where "the song of the ruthless" (Isaiah 25) is still heard, Bonhoeffer speaks again in a voice redolent with promise and trust:

    The world lives by the blessing of God and of the righteous and thus has a future. Blessing means laying one's hand on something and saying: despite everything, you belong to God. This is what we do with the world that inflicts such suffering on us. We do not abandon it; we do not repudiate, despise or condemn it. Instead we call it back to God, we give it hope, we lay our hand on it and say: May God's blessing come upon you, may God renew you; be blessed, world created by God, you who belong to your Creator and Redeemer.

    (Conspiracy and Imprisonment, 1940-1945, page 674).

  • Manchester, Obama celebrations, Pre-Raphaelites and Bookshop dissonance……

    Just returned from my say cheerio to Sean trip to Manchester. Turned out to have all the most important ingredients in abundance.

    Met with Catherine (married to Sean), Sophia and Lucy ( two delightful daughters) and so made three new friends. They are a family skilled in welcome, and where hospitality includes inducting the guest into the delights of CBBC. Then there was the bonfire and fireworks party (actually a mini street party chez Winter) doubling up as both Guy Fawkes commemoration and Obama celebration, (complete with pre-printed Obama badges universally distributed to all attendees by Sophia) and sustained through the cold by Sean's gourmet pumpkin soup and piles of rolls and sausages, apples and tangerines.

    Good conversations with Sean and others about the next stages of life, the logistics and the plans, the new job and the new country. All very exciting, only tinged with the (slightly selfish) sadness that distance might be a factor in future opportunities to sit, talk and enjoy.

    Had a varied cultural day on Thursday on which I'll post later. Just to say I went to the Holman Hunt and Pre-Raphaelite exhibition and the Manchester City Gallery and saw several versions of Hunt's 'The Light of the World.' I also saw paintings I hadn't known about, and a couple I did and was so pleased to see – not least 'The Scapegoat', a painting of powerful imaginative pathos.

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    Part of the day was a visit to the John Rylands Library. As I walked in I thought of F F Bruce, that great Scottish Evangelical NT scholar closely associated with Manchester and the John Rylands Library. Bruce did so much to erode the bulwarks of academic suspicion that all but excluded evangelicals from the higher echelons of academia. Some time it will be important to properly assess the influence of people like Bruce in redeeming evangelical scholarship from its own defensiveness. And the John Rylands building! What a masterpiece of Gothic showing off! But my main mission was to see Papyrus 457, that tiny fragment of the earliest part of the NT we have – itself a work of art, painstaking strokes of ink painting on papyrus, words about the Word. Just realised that works as Haiku.


    Painstaking strokes of

    ink, painting on papyrus,
    words about the Word.

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    As a piece of spoil-sport reality crashing in on such cultural peregrinations, I also found Wesley Owen Bookshop and the Catholic Truth Society Bookshop just round the corner. I, the patron saint of impulse book buyers and incorporating those who will buy a book to mark any occasion that serves as excuse, bought nothing in either of them. They are two examples of what happens when bookshops stock only what is theologically congenial to the dominant clientele. I am left wondering what the underlying message is when a shop only sells what certain sales managers think is congruent with the true gospel message, as they see it, from their perspective, as represented by their company / branch of the church, over and against those who, when it comes to key essentials, are, by and large, more or less, wrong!

    In one I could buy Banner of Truth and in the other Ave Maria Press; I could have Raymond Brown on Hebrews in one, or Raymond Brown on John in the other – the first was a Baptist minister, beloved expositor and Principal of Spurgeon's College, the second a Jesuit NT Scholar who was a member of the Pontifical Biblical Commission. Both shops had music playing,  – one a gently insistent Benedictine chant, the other was a hymn compilation that happened to be playing Amazing Grace – and as I listened to Newton's hymn, I smiled at the subversive activity of the Holy Spirit – the Benedictine chant had been playing in Wesley Owen bookshop, and 'Amazing Grace' in the CTS, – perhaps a gesture of impatience from the One who urges the unity of the Spirit in the bonds of peace.Cts-logo
      




    Time spent in the MLK Library was mainly given over to reading a particular book I want to finish, and burrowing in unfamiliar journals like a manic truffle hunter. Came away with several heavily annotated slips of scrap paper with references to articles, books to go looking for and various other fragments of data that, like the jars of screws, nuts, ball beairings, clips, clamps and nails in my father's shed, are captured and kept because 'they might come in handy some time'.

    Tomorrow I preach in my own church in Paisley – Remembrance Sunday. And Isaiah 25 which begins with a hymn about a dangerous world, and the acts of God that 'silence the song of the ruthless'. In Congo and Darfur, in Afghanistan and Iraq, in Gaza and Israel, in the US and the UK, the song of the ruthless has drowned out the cries of complaint for long enough.

  • Luther King House, Sean the Baptist, Fireworks, Barack Obama and Bonhoeffer.

    Going to Manchester for a few days to visit our friends at Luther King House Manchester, home of Northern Baptist College. Looking forward to good conversation with Sean, Richard, Anne and Glen (and anybody else who feels like a good blether with a sabbaticaling Scot).

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    Bloggers  and blog readers will be up to date with the promised departure of Sean the Baptist to sunny Ozzie in early 2009. When I heard the news it seemed like a good reason to spend a while in good company before distance becomes problematic! (According to mapcrow.info Sean will be 10,496.09 miles excactly from Heathrow!) As an added bonus I get to stay with Sean and his family, and share the fireworks party, which is to double as a victory celebration for Barack Obama. Tonight I mean to stay up way, way, way, beyond my bedtime (usually 10.30'ish – but then I'm up just as other bloggers are going to bed.), at least till it becomes clear that the polls are near enough right.

    Amongst the good things I have in common with Sean is indebtedness to the thought and life of Dietrcih Bonhoeffer. I'm going to post a couple of times over the weekend on some of what Bonhoeffer has had me thinking and praying about as, reading some of his work, I've tried to wrestle with the question that centred all his theological and ethical explorations – Who is Jesus Christ for us today? Amongst the many responses he offered to this searching and sifting question:

    'God revealed in the flesh', the God-man Jesus Christ, is the holy mystery which theology is appointed to guard. What a mistake to think that it is the task of theology to unravel God's mystery, to bring it down to the flat, ordinary human wisdom of experience and reason! It is the task of theology solely to preserve God's wonder as wonder, to understand, to defend, to glorify God's mystery as mystery.
    (Quoted in G Kelly and F B Nelson, A Testament to Freedom: The Essential Writings of Dietrich Bonhoeffer (San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1990), 472

  • Scottish Spirituality: Horatius Bonar, Victorian hymns and contemporary praise songs

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    The fierce Scottish presbyterian minister in the photo is Horatius
    Bonar (1808-1889). The Bonars were like a Presbyterian theological dynasty in
    Victorian Scotland. Horatius studied under Thomas Chalmers, Andrew
    edited Rutherford's Letters and the life of Robert Murray McCheyne, and
    other members of the Bonar family served the Kirk and then the Free
    Kirk as distinguished ministers.

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    Bonar
    was a popular devotional writer and one of Scotland's most
    prolific hymn writers. Some of his hymns are too sentimental, allowing
    emotion to dominate responses and eclipse the place of thoughtful
    doxology, weakening any literary impact as verse, and diluting that
    theological force which at its best in a good hymn both educates and
    inspires. Others were occasional and read now like what they
    are – poems so historically and contextually specific to their age that
    a later age lacks the right interpetive keys and needs to go looking
    for them. Others are long, theologically ponderous and even at times
    tedious in the writer's anxiety to spell out spiritual truth with
    serious devotional intent. But when Bonar's hymns are good, they are
    amongst the best. I reckon I've read most of the 600 or so he wrote,
    some of them only once! But some of them repeatedly, and several of
    them I think are so important they couldn't be displaced from the
    singing tradition of the Church in Scotland without serious deficit.

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    I say in Scotland, for Bonar's hymns reflect the deep piety of Reformed
    Calvinism of a very Scottish flavour, fired by theologically principled
    ecclesial disruption, shaped into verse which is unembarrassed in its
    use of Scottish idiom, and focused on Christ the Redeemer King who
    alone is Head of the Church and whose rights are supreme above all
    other claimants. His best hymns percolated into the hymnbooks
    of other denominations, though I suspect they are slowly but surely
    disappearing from use, even in Scotland. That's a pity. A Christian
    spiritual tradition at its healthiest has an enduring respect for those
    figures of the past, both great and unknown, whose piety and lived
    faith gives biographical shape to the faith. Yes the reformed church is
    always being reformed, and therefore changing and welcoming change, but
    with the qualification that Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today
    and forever. And yes, those convictions about the sufficiency of Christ
    and the claims of His Gospel, forged for Bonar in the heat of Victorian
    scientific optimism colliding with pious triumphalism, have ongoing
    life-giving significance for the church today and always. But only when
    they are translated into convictional practices valid for a church
    seeking to be faithful to Christ, now, in a postmodern,
    post-Christendom, pluralist society where consumer capitalism, not
    Christian conviction, is the primary social and spiritual driver.
    Christ, who is not time-bound, dares us to follow Him, learning from
    the past and from the communion of saints, demands that together we
    discern His mind for us now, and trusting the One in whom all things
    hold together, invites us to accompany Him into that future which is
    the coming of God. Yesterday, today, forever – Jesus Christ the same –
    but those who follow Him do so in the changing contingencies,
    challenging contexts, and moral perplexities, of our own and the
    world's history.  

    So
    yes, as disciples of Jesus we need now more than ever, hymns and other
    sung resources for contemporary worship, which reflect our contemporary
    malaise and our contemporary hopes, our contemporary anxieties and our
    contemporary search for peace, and which put into words and thought a
    faith resonant with the huge cultural shifts we are living through. But
    the word contemporary is a risky word, a word habitually dismissive of
    past insights, and easily overused as in the last sentence. But it is
    an important word, a reminder of how time bound we all are, and that
    our life together, our being time bound together, in this unstable and
    "fluxing" society, provides the context where we are now, in our own
    time, to hear Christ's call to follow faithfully after him. (Footnote:
    I owe the effectively descriptive word "fluxing" to Stuart.)

    In
    worship I want hymns / praise songs / worship songs to encourage,
    envisage, enable such faithful following. Hymns that help me bear with
    the hard questions, because they are soaked with Gospel; hymns that
    know how to tell the triumph of the cross without the pretences of a
    discordant triumphalism; hymns that gather up Gospel grace and
    unsearchable riches of love, and help me behold the beauty and glory of
    that Triune community of love Who embraces the universe with mercy
    that is eternal in its faithfulness. I long for worship songs that
    don't forever encourage me to tell God what I feel about God, but
    enable me to respond from my deepest being to John 3.16 and Romans
    8.38-39, which amongst other things are telling what God in Christ
    feels about all human beings, and why that mighty love is to be
    trusted. And if we must insist on "praise songs" as an alternative to
    "hymns", then let's also have "response songs"; songs that through the
    beauty of language and image, express certainties but don't forbid
    hesitations, celebrate beauty wherever it is found and lament and
    resist ugliness, and with equal passion let me sing songs that don't leave me
    hymning my own emotions, but invite me to share in the communal act of
    saying thank you to the great Giver of Gifts who is himself the Gift.

    All
    of which, by a long and circuitous route, brings me back to Horatius
    Bonar. Whatever else the church today is called to be and do, it
    remains a baptised community centred on Christ and gathered round the
    table of communion, in company with God and with each other. And one of
    the hymns that best expresses the individual Christian's response to
    that gathering around the Lord's Supper is Bonar's "Here O my Lord, I
    see Thee face to face". Like much else in his writing, Bonar isn't so
    strong on the communal or the catholic (in the sense of universal). But
    in this hymn Bonar describes, and through the description invites, face
    to face encounter between the believer and Jesus, through actions
    perfomed together, of bread broken, wine poured out. The hymn is nearly always
    edited and the verses rearranged – acts of sympathetic improvement
    because in its original form it is disjointed. I've copied the original
    below – for myself, it has long been one of the prayers I have open at
    communion – if there's a hymn-book! That has it in it!!

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    photo (above) of "The Hymns of Faith and Hope" is of the copy of
    Bonar's hymns I picked up in a wee secondhand shop a week or two ago, for the
    price of a fish supper! It's a bit worn, but dated 1876, when they knew
    how to make a book that would last, and would be worth keeping more
    than a century later.

    Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
    here would I touch and handle things unseen;
    here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
    and all my weariness upon thee lean.

    This is the hour of banquet and of song;
    this is the heavenly table spread for me;
    here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
    the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee.

    Here would I feed upon the Bread of God,
    here drink with thee the royal Wine of heaven;
    here would I lay aside each earthly load,
    here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

    I have no help but thine; nor do I need
    another arm save thine to lean upon;
    it is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
    my strength is in thy might, thy might alone.

    Mine is the sin, but thine the righteousness:
    mine is the guilt, but thine the cleansing blood
    here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;
    thy Blood, thy righteousness, O Lord my God!

    Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
    yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
    giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
    the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

    Posted By Jim Gordon

  • Care for creation, red rowans and the resident robin.

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    The time of year when the garden and the front drive needs tidying up. The front drive is overhung by the neighbours big rowan tree, which in the past month has been laden with berries most of which have now fallen on our side; and the car going in and out squishes and squashes them.

    So Sheila, whose enthusiasm for the garden at least matches mine for books, goes out to brush them up, along with the leaves, shovels them into the brown wheelie bin. Job done. But at a price.

    Never occurred to me before. Once she had the large pile of berries brushed up the resident robin arrived and looked askance at the sheer waste of all that food. The bird was within touching distance, was pretty agitated, and persisted in flitting around the heap of berries. I can imagine the inner outrage of this small bundle of energy that shares the garden with us.

    "Just because you human beings like a tidy drive. How on God's earth can robins plan for a sustainable future if you human beings clean all the food up with your massive industrial sized bristle brushes, eh? What harm a few hundred berries under your feet? A bird weighing 100g could live a long time on a couple of kilos of rowan berries. Not even making them into rowan jelly – just binning them. It isn't the berries that are out of place – it's your precious lock block.!"


    The reprimand from the resident robin heeded, we will in future leave the berries alone – well at least for a good bit longer. Apart from anything else, the swallow and the sparrow find a home in the house of God – brought up in the farms both birds were familiar sights all through my childhood. And no sparrow falls but the Father notices. And while Jesus spoke of the birds of the air not being anxious, and being provided for – he probably wasn't thinking of what might happen to the birds when with our hoover it all up mentality we thoughtlesly bin their food, and relentlessly interfere with the wellbeing of life around us.

    BTW, this post is under the category justice and righteousness in the hope that in trying to be faithful in caring for the small things, I might be more alert to the big things also needing attentive re-thinking, seeing as how my life is lived as only one interested party in a world crowded with equally precious 'others'. 

    Emily Dickinson says something similar about developing a humane ecology:

    If I can stop one Heart from breaking
    I shall not live in vain
    If I can ease one Life the Aching
    or cool one Pain

    Or help one fainting Robin
    into his Nest again
    I shall not live in vain

    Poem 982, The Poems of Emily Dickinson, (ed), R W Franklin, (harvard: Bellknap, 1998), 414.

  • Brand, Ross, the BBC and the ethical boundaries of humour

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    The furore over that broadcast by Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross has several subsidiary themes worth a second thought. The following are my second thoughts, offered for reflection and not pushed as anything other than how I think and feel about all this.

    Much is made of the fact that the night of the broadcast only 1 complaint was registered, with a few more the next day. Then a tabloid paper ran the story as front page news and the complaint count took off. By last night, with Brand's resignation and Ross's suspension confirmed and the Radio Two controller resigned, the tally reached 30,000+. This has led to a backlash suggesting that since most of those complaining hadn't heard the broadcast, and never listen to the programme, their sense of offence is hypocrisy and their complaints invalid.

    Sorry. But having had full and unchallenged reports on the BBC itself of what WAS said, and to whom, and that it was broadcast, comes as information that entitles any responsible person to challenge the morality, even the legality, of such misjudgement of taste. When would an episode of suggestive crudity and thoughtless comment on potential suicide EVER be acceptable? And in what other circumstances could such a series of messages be left on an answering machine without incurring prosecution?

    Further. Even if this episode had not been broadcast – what thought was ever given to how such messages on an answering machine would be received by an elderly man who had made the mistake of agreeing to particpate in a show sponsored by the supposedly responsible, publicly funded BBC? Sure the Controller had to resign for approving the broadcast. But had it not been broadcast then presumably that was to be the end of the affair. Not sure that's how I feel – I expect at least a minimal awareness in those entrusted with an audience of millions, of the impact on any individual subjected to their particular brand of 'pushing the edges' comedy. Did no one even consider the possibility that a Grandfather might be offended, and a young woman humiliated, by explicit and obscene references to her sex life? 

    It is also claimed that it is all about audience. A quick poll of audiences queuing up for BBC recording of programmes revealed a sharp distinction between those attending Never Mind the Buzzcocks and a more sedate crowd queuing for a much less 'pushing the edges' programme. The Buzzcocks folks were unanimous in their opinion that the broadcast was not offensive, and that we all needed to lighten up, and that if you don't like the content of the programme no one forces you to listen to it. But that also ignored the fact that people are victims of such brutal humour, and that the audience's laughter is at someone's expense, which should always be within acceptable moral and humane limits. It also betrays a too often forgotten feature of humour; frequently one of its key components is cruelty, the capacity, even the compulsuon, to laugh at someone else's hurt. Thomas Hobbes that bleak realist was not wrong when he defined laughter as the grimaces of the face when we witness the misfortune of someone else.

    Then there is the claim that the furore was all about salary envy. Jonathan Ross is paid £6 million a year to work two days a week for the BBC. To require extremely high standards of professionalism, maturity and reliability in enhancing the reputation of his employer seems to me to be a reasonable, even minimal ask for such a salary. Whether any TV celebrity fronting a twice weekly programme is worth an amount per annum that would pay 240 nurses' salaries is a separate matter. Salary envy is a rather hard charge against those who complained since the BBC is in fact a public service, funded by its own audiences, and is therefore publicly accountable. That public called it to account this week. Implied in that accountability are questions about the judgement of those who agreed to pay such a salary, and who when it went wrong took over a week to deal decisively with it.

    All of which said – I listened to all of Russell Brand's statement of apology, and recognise the genuine remorse he expressed. No similar public statement has yet been released by Jonathan Ross. The codes of discipline and professional standards in broadcasting are hard to get right. I for one don't want humour, comedy, satire to be so domesticated that they lose their capacity for important social critique, as important vehicles for presenting alternative perspectives, and their long history of subverting assumptions that can often be oppressive, bigoted, abusive. What they must not do, and certainly not on public broadcasts, is make people targets for precisely that abusive and humiliating ridicule which diminishes and degrades, so that laughter becomes a way of desensitising our humanity.I don't think that was the intent of either the two comedians or the Radio Two Controller – but that they seemed unaware of that consequence suggest the need for some education on the ethical boundaries of humour.