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  • Bonhoeffer; personal identity and spiritual intensity

    Sd1 What I like about Sabine Dramm’s book on Bonhoeffer

    1. It is written by one who is familiar with both the theological amd philosophical subtleties, and the social and political commitments, that give Bonhoeffer’s theology and ethics their radical edge and uncomfortable diagnostic accuracy
    2. It is neither hagiography nor deconstruction, but a genuine engagement with the complexity of the man, the fragmentary nature of his writing, the large corpus of occasional and personal material, the air of menace and ominous probability that fell over Europe – and out of this nexus of varied perspectives she allows Bonhoeffer to emerge as a theologian who resists domestication
    3. The writing itself is theologically sharp and unafraid of necessary critical comment, at times Dramm is lyrical in exposition of Bonhoeffer’s key themes yet as translator rather than apologist for his ideas
    4. The book is structured in a way that covers biography, context, theological emphases, major written corpus, political and theological ethics in the context of his life, issues of continuing significance for the Church. But these are not sections of the book so much as threads woevn in and out of an overall pattern that is allowed to emerge from these given materials
    5. The book is rich in quotation from Bonhoeffer, but as aids to exposition rather than examples of cherry-picking enthusiasm, which explains the unusually high incidence of quotations not previously anthologised or decontextualised in the service of those who want Bonhoeffer to say certain things!
    6. Obvious affection for Bonhoeffer is all but absent, and instead an informed respect for the life of mind and conscience that shaped Bonhoeffer’s spirituality and impelled his sense of responsible freedom out into the world of politics and social consequence – obedience to Christ and live with the consequences is a breathtaking theological ethic, and it is used to explain the complicated sanctity of this least other-worldly of disciples.

    These are some of the things that make this book, for me at least, a clearer window into the radical, risk-taking consequences of one man’s commitment, in a dangerous world, to Jesus Christ as the centre and goal of all things.

    A couple of later posts will interact with one or two of what I consider the most interesting chapters in an overall valuable book.

  • In Memoriam – Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Martyr, April 9, 1945

    Bonhoeffer Last night, the anniversary of the death of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, I sat a bit later, reading his Discipleship. I had made time throughout the day to read some of his thoughts on the cost of following Jesus, and the cost of the grace revealed on the Cross, and which calls us in our own time and place so to follow. I wonder if too much is made today, of discipleship as a programmatic approach to Christian education and training, so that discipleship has lost some of its astringent costly demand. For Bonhoeffer the disciple is one who bears witness by following, whether to death or not; a Christian is a martyr.

    "Discipleship is a bond with the suffering Christ." (Discipleship, 82).

    Reading Bonhoeffer’s own words, reflecting as I worked in the garden, I felt a mixture of inspiration and sadness; a life so effectively given to Christ, a life so tragic in lost potential for his future and ours. His writing fragmentary but glinting with spiritual light, his life incomplete yet consummated in faithful witness; his execution such a waste, his witness a beacon of grace.

    These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple. (Rev.7.14-15.)

  • Station 11A at Glasgow Central and the long walk home

    300pxam_glasgow_central_2  I don’t walk slow. In fact despite my legs being some inches shorter than most of my family and friends I am referred to by the, I presume modestly flattering name, "The Strider". Which is just as well. Not sure how many who read this blog ever have to travel by train from Glasgow Central to Paisley Canal Street. But it now leaves from Platform 11A. Not 11, and not 12, but 11A. And no it isn’t a take-off of Harry Potter, but it might as well be.

    Platform 11A is a good 5 minutes walk from the entrance of the Station from Gordon Street. Now I don’t mind walking – I do it quite a lot. But if a train is 4 minutes walk from the first illuminated timetables it does kind of put pressure on you if you assumed that arriving at the station a couple of minutes before the train leaves, and you’ve already bought your ticket, you have a decent chance of catching it. Just last Tuesday I watched a number of elderly folk (older than me, and walking slower though trying to walk faster) doing the long walk to 11A – more than one has muttered, not so soto voce, ‘Are we walkin’ hame?’

    Is 11A the longest train platform in Scotland? Should passengers be given a discount for walking the first 500 metres? Is there a case for courtesy buses, or buggies for non-striders?  Or are we just so used to convenience that we need the occasional Platform 11A to remind us that walking is a natural, healthy human activity? And of the 34 million who use it each year, how many are going to paisley canal Street anyway, huh? In any case, First Train aren’t going to reconstruct a classic Victorian train station, built in 1879, for the convenience of passengers travelling to Paisley Canal Street.

    Jm082_2 I may encounter 11A later today as I go to hear my Doktorvater, Professor David Fergusson deliver his second Gifford Lecture. First one on the rise of the new atheism was a good contextual introduction. Tonight we get stuck into the implausibility of religious belief. On the assumption they will be published, I’m not taking notes – just listening, thinking, and enjoying. By the way, ‘Stuff and Nonsense’ refers to the first part of this post – this last paragraph is why it is followed by the ‘Theology’ category. Just so’s you know!

  • Bonhoeffer: Divine Love, Fragmented Existence, Human Identity

    418o7xlyol__sl500_aa240_ Long before ‘authentic existence’ became the buzz words of mid 20th Cenutry existentialism, Bonhoeffer was working out the relationship between personal identity, inner thought, life commitments and moral actions. More than most theologians, Bonhoeffer demonstrates the vital and vitalising link between biography and theology. In few people is there such unambiguous and documented evidence of the connectedness of thought and life, of faith and action, of life commitments and the life that flowed from them. As Dramm comments, ‘[Bonhoefer’s] theo-logically centered life is inseparable from his life-centred theology’. (4) One of the telling epigrams used at the beginning of each chapter reads: ‘Blessed are those who have lived before they died’.

    The execution of Bonhoeffer in 1945, at the age of 39 brought to an end, from all human points of view prematurely, one of the most courageous and authentic Christian lives within the Sanctorum Communio (Bonhoeffer’s phrase of choice for the church as Body of Christ). His dissertation under that name, Sanctorum Communio, which reads as a mature and grounded piece of theological research and explication, was written by a twenty one year old theology student!

    Unlike some other studies, Dramm doesn’t try to impose a pattern, whether a theological motif that centres Bonhoeffer’s thought, or a narrative structure that imposes consistency on his views or actions. Instead she accepts the inevitably fragmenary and urgently occasional nature of his writings, the complexity of his thought and experience, and the disruptiveness and increasing danger of his life situation, and from this acceptance of incompleteness, explores what it is that gives Bonhoeffer’s life and thought that singular ring of authenticity, like struck crystal. ‘Is it not true that the lives of many persons remain forever fragmentary, even when they extend over more years than Bonhoeffer’s and finally shatter in a manner less brutal?’ (13) Bonhoeffer himself commented,’The unfinished fragmentary side of life is felt …with special poignance here. But it is exactly this fragment that can in turn point to a consummation no human power can achieve’. This to his parents when it was becoming clear that his own life was now under grave threat.

    And in all the unresolved fragmentariness of Bonhoeffer’ s own experience, much of it caused by the disruption, dislocation and discontinuity of the political, social and historical context of his own times, there was for him the haunting question, "Who am I?" The question became the title of one of his best known poems, written in the summer of 1944. The last two lines express both the fear and faith of a man for whom courage was a gift of undeserved grace rather than a self-sufficient moral virtue.

    Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.

    Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!

    Dramm’s earlier book on Bonhoeffer and Camus finds both similarity and contrast in two men whose lives were near contemporary. Both were driven to discover and live out the ideal of a truly authentic human existence. Bonhoeffer found it in the reality of God who comes in the human person who is the Word made flesh, Jesus Christ; Camus in human life lived in authentic freedom, sustained by a humanism based on the absurdity that human life, in its combination of the tragic and the noble, has unique and non-negotiable value.

    While not imposing a structure on Bonhoeffers life and thought, this book is itself carefully structured to enable us to see Bonhoeffer – his thought and life- in all the variety and complexity of his character. I’ll give an overview of Dramm’s approach next post.

  • There’s nae justice for the bairns

    1908 As an Aberdeen fan, and a Christian, I watched last night’s game between Aberdeen and Falkirk with mixed feelings. In old fashioned Biblical terms, Aberdeen get into the top six of the Scottish Premier league as those who enter by the skin of their teeth. Falkirk played us off the pitch for big chunks of the game, including the first 15 minutes till we scored with our first attempt on goal. Then after conceding early in the second half, we grabbed a late winner, from an acute angle, with the ball a few millimetres still in play (if you’re an Aberdeen fan) or at least three inches out of play (if you support Falkirk [nickname, The Bairns]).

    What was funny, silly and, for fans who pay good money, frustrating but still funny, was the way each team tried to waste time once the score suited them. There’s something of the Primary 1 class level of non-grown-up behaviour in the playground, about professional players walking slowly, bending slowly, fumbling with the ball before lifting it, cleaning it on the shirt, then dropping it for the team mate to throw it, but not before he also slowly retrieves it, cleans it (cos it’s dirty again cos it was dropped, ye see), then feigning to throw half a dozen times before the ball comes back into play, yawn, zzzzz.

    Derekadams While desiderating on the fitba theme, congratulations to Ross County who won promotion from Division Two, on Saturday. Derek and the boys done good. A ten match winning run after Christmas, a blizzard of goals home and away, the place buzzing and confident for next year – not bad for one of the youngest managers in the professional game. So it’s been a good week to be on holiday and reflect on the deep and serious things by which men live. Sheila, by the way, has no problem with the non-inclusive ‘men’ in the last sentence – she wouldn’t want to be included in the sad, perspective-limited, theatrical worldview that us football fans willingly pay money to inhabit.

  • Spirituality, going slow and articulated blessings.

    If spirituality and speeding is an interesting theme for a previous (un)devotional blog, how about spirituality and going slow? The glee with which I welcomed the booking of the speeding BMW driver, must now to be compared with the plethora of spiritual and psychological pressures unleashed by motorists like me trapped behind big, slow moving, road hogging, articulated mobile warehouses.

    Press2_par_0009_image On my way to pick up a parcel at College, along Seedhill Road and cars parked both sides. Ahead of me a massive vehicle as previously described, moving with slow I’m-bigger-than-anything-else-around authority. So I possess my soul in patience, move smoothly down the gears, and try to persuade myself this is not a problem, I don’t have any appointment, no time limit. Get to the roundabout and the big doppelganger negotiates it with graceful aplomb. And as we turn the corner towards the traffic lights I see the blessed big truck has a twin just ahead of it. And the only way to get into the factory they’re going to is to go through the lights and do a U turn to come back the way they came. The only way to do that is to take up both lanes, including the filter lane I want to take. They form an orderly queue of two, about 50 metres long. So I miss three sequences of lights before reaching the junction, and the light is red again. By which time my soul is not so much posessed in patience as just possessed.

    What is it about minor delays (no more than five minutes all told), and what they do to minds and temperaments normally this side of placid? Why does maturity evaporate to be replaced by an inner head of steam? If there is only one way for XXXL trucks to negotiate a road, then in accpetance lieth peace, as Amy Carmichael famously advised in her poem.

    I remain convinced that the fruit of the Spirit provides the emotional and psychological sub structure of good driving. And I can think of several of the nine Paul mentions that are seriously undermined by two oversized articulated aids to sanctification.  Time is such a precious gift – seems a pity to waste so much of it worried and bothered about how much is being wasted. Or, to put it another way, time is never wasted, it’s just differently spent! And time is never saved, it just constantly needs re-allocated. Next time I’m stuck behind stuff that slows me down, I’ll try to say, slowly, meaningfully and efficaciously,’

    The fruit of the Spirit is ….patience…..gentleness…..self-control’.

    Hope it works.

  • The world is not overcome by demolition but by reconciliation. (Bonhoeffer)

    Nan Watson died just over 10 years ago. She was a diminutive septuagenarian when I met her, and osteoporosis had reduced her height further. But size and height are no guarantee of presence, and capacity to influence those around. Her dry crackly voice was always a blessing to hear, not least because of the wisdom and counsel it conveyed. She had an instinctive kindness held in check by hard won commonsense and a rather ruthless conviction that independence was one of the fruits of the spirit Paul never got round to mentioning, and some Christians needed to pursue!

    Her sharp mind  probed into the hard to negotiate regions of life, and coming from a generation when educational opportunities were sacrificed for the sake of putting bread on the family table, she never was able to realise her potential  in any formally recognisable way. Which for all practical purposes didn’t matter – because she was also of that generation that did lifelong learning and personal development before it was all new discovered, and formalised, and reduced to programmes and processes.

    Bonhoeffer So no surprise when after an evening service she asked if I could recommend any books that would help her get a handle on Bonhoeffer. For the next few months I had conversations with her about Finkenwalde, the Confessing Church in Germany, even the nature of Christian ethics as freedom acting in love and centred on the Word made flesh. I quoted Bonhoeffer when I took her funeral – and I wish Sabine Dramm’s book, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. An Introduction to His Thought had been available to give her those years before. It isn’t a popular book, yet it is accessible and written by an enthusiastic scholar whose enthusiasm doesn’t get in the way of clear exposition and fair critique. Now and then over the next few weeks I’d like to post a few reflections on Bonhoeffer in the course of reading this book and some of Bonhoeffer’s key texts. Stuart has lent me the new critically acclaimed DVD which I’ve slotted into a couple of hours of peace during my holidays.

    For now, here is Bonhoeffer’s classic statement on what it means to live with the realities of the world and in the reality of Jesus Christ:

    Ecce homo – Behold, what a man! In Him, reconciliation of the world with God was made perfect. The world is not overcome through demolition but through reconciliation. Not ideals, programs of action, not conscience, duty, responsibility, virtue, but simply and only the consummate love of God is capable of encountering reality and overcoming it. Nor is it a generalised idea of love, but God’s love truly lived in Jesus Christ, which accomplishes this. This – God’s love for the world – does not withdraw itself from reality in a rapture of noble souls foreign to the world, but instead experiences and suffers the reality of the world in all its harshness. The world does its worst to the body of Jesus Christ. But he who was martyred forgives the world its sins. This brings about reconciliation. Ecce homo.

    (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Ethics. Edited Clifford Green, Works, Vol. 6, (Minneapolis: Fortress, 2005)

  • To those who have, more will be given, to those who have not, even what they have will be taken away – a new Government Policy?

    I’ve just written to my local MP and I await a response. Does anyone else who frequents this wee blethering blog agree that the new tax changes display a breathtaking unconcern for the poor? Or am I just over-reacting, poorly informed, politically naive? Anyway, here’s the gist of what I wrote.

    No doubt you are aware that tax changes as announced in the 2007 Budget come into force on Monday. And no doubt you have been part of the debate that led up to, and has followed from this change in basic rate Tax Regulations.
    My questions are straightforward.
    What possible justification does the Labour Party offer, for removing a tax band of 10% and doubling it to 20%, when it is both inevitable and self-evident that the consequences would be borne by the poorest income families in this country? Pensioners who work part time to supplement already meagre pensions, people on the minimum wage, young people starting work on the lower income scales, are so obviously the people who will be worst affected, that I am utterly astonished a Labour Government would do this to them.
    What possible justification does the Labour Party offer for decreasing the tax band from 22% to 20%, when again it is clear those who will benefit most from this are people who are not on pensions or minimum wage? Important matters of political, social and moral principle have been leached from the conscience of the Labour party when a policy actually fulfils the saying, originally stated with steel edged irony "to those who have, more will be given, and those who have not, even what they have will be taken away".
    My third question concerns the fact that these changes of Tax bands will be the focus of a discussion in one of the classes I teach at the Scottish Baptist College, based at University of the West of Scotland. What do you think will be the views of a widely representative group of people training to be ministers in Scotland, on the Labour Party’s policies from the perspectives of social justice, and ethically informed fiscal policy? Given the Labour Party’s origins in non-conformist Christian social conscience, I should have thought such a discussion might be of interest at least as one of the historic reference points of the Labour party – and also given the well publicised Christian values of a number of current Labour ministers.
    I ask these questions courteously, from a genuine sense of social concern and moral outrage. I would be grateful for a response more than that my comments have been noted. because my final question is how I, as one who will now pay LESS tax, can in conscience vote for a party and for a Member of Parliament that penalises the poor? And does so by making the well off better off.
    I look forward to your clarifications,
    Yours with considerable disappointment
    I’ll keep you informed of any responses – by the way my Labour MP’s website has the link to ‘Make Poverty History’, which heartens me considerably – providing it applies also to the poor in this country.
  • On not being owned by what we own

    5134gwgjnhl__ss500_ A story from the Desert Fathers

    One night bandits came to the hermitage of an old monastic and said: "We have come to take away everything in your cell."

    And the monastic said, "Take whatever you see my sons."

    The bandits gathered up everything they found and went away. But they left behind a little bag with silver candlesticks.

    When the monastic saw it, he picked it up and ran after them shouting. "Take these, take these. You forgot them and they are the most beautiful of all."

    Not quite a consumer led spirituality, eh? A kind of ‘turn the other cheek’ response to a greedy, grabbing culture? Overcoming the evil of robbery by generosity that makes what is stolen a gift? Uncomfortable people those desert monastics. Wouldn’t want one of them to be the church treasurer, in charge of the church development funds…… mmmm.

  • As in a mirror – Calvin and Barth

    ‘gloat’ – to dwell on with smugness or exultation.

    ‘admire’ – to regard with esteem, respect, approval or pleased surprise.

    ‘covet’ – to wish, long or crave for

    ‘bibliophile’ – to admire a book, then covet a book, and then gloat over its acquisition at a fraction of the cover price.

    ‘Confession’ – the act of telling people on this blog that today, this bibliophile has moved from coveting and admiring to gloating.

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    The picture is a detail from the Issenheim Altarpiece, and shows John the Baptist pointing to the cross and to the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. A reproduction of this detail hung on Barth’s study for years, reminding him that as a theologian all he could ever do was point towards the revealed mystery of Christ crucified. What fascinates me about this magnificent volume is the approach, which takes two of the most influential and ‘epochal theological figures’ and expounds their understanding of our knowledge of God, but without making them cancel each other out, and without feeling compelled to affirm one at the expense of the other. Like a two panel diptych, the theological portrait of each is displayed, and the hinge which joins them is the equally towering figure of Immanuel Kant. Calvin’s theology was hammered out against the background of Renaissance humanism, reformation tumult and pre-modern culture; Barth’s theology was a response to ‘post-Kantian culture inclined to agnosticism’, and to those forms of liberal theology that had declined to acknowledge the transcendent otherness of the Eternal Word; – and between them one of the stellar figures of the Enlightenment, whose own views of how we know, what we know, and how we know what we know, have shaped western philosophy for centuries.

    Some books you don’t read till you have time not only to do it justice, but to let it do justice to that part of us which recognises that, sometimes, the deepest and most satisfying truths are not to be had piecemeal. They demand, and repay, the costly labour of prayerful attention; they invite us into a conversation where we need all our wits about us; they satisfy, if only for a while, that hunger to know more about what it means to know God.