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  • Impulsive openness to conversation with interesting folk

    Ever since I discovered the joy of reading, and the more disciplined joy of study, I’ve been developing the discipline of indiscipline. I’ve never wanted to specialise, though there have been times when particular interests have commanded attention, provided focus, called for sustained study and the work of writing. But overall I’ve learned to be at ease with a wide range of interests, exploring a variety of subject fields and allowing ideas and arguments to cross fertilise, inviting insights and questions to set up tensions, creating inner conversations between voices which don’t usually talk to each other.

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    Just looking over recent posts, there might be a case for suggesting chaos theory underlies my reading choices. Abraham Heschel a Jewish theologian with hasidic forebears, and philosopher in close conversation with Thomas Merton and Martin Luther King; Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Lutheran, theologian, witness and martyr, and extraordinary writer whose fragments of theological reflection are the antidote for spiritual complacency; Elizabeth Johnson, feminist Catholic theologian whose contribution to a contemporary understanding of God expresses the creative and constructive possibilities of feminist theology;  Samuel Rutherford, Scottish Presbyterian of adamantine certainty, ferocious polemical outbursts and overflowing devotional sentiment; Hans Kung, disqualified Catholic theologian yet deeply qualified apologist for global Christianity and its place amongst the world’s faith movements; John Owen the quintessential Puritan, and as Carl Trueman has argued, a thoroughly Renaissance scholar and foremost exponent of Trinitarian spirituality.

    Asked what my research interests are I always struggle to reduce my interests to such limited menus as ‘the seventeenth century Cambridge Puritans’; or ‘the viability of kenosis as a motif for understanding pastoral care as a communal process of self giving’; or ‘Scottish Protestant piety from the Reformation to the present’; or ‘theological loci as separately or together, clues to the nature and practice of pastoral theology’; or the history of the interpretation of the Sermon on the Mount and the connection between such interpretations and cultural context; or ‘Julian of Norwich, George Herbert and Charles Wesley’s spirituality of love in a broken world. So I move happily and freely from church history to systematic theology, then to spirituality and pastoral care, then there’s biography as a form of theological performance, biblical studies from theological exegesis to the history of interpretation – which then opens up further history, biography, philosophy, exegesis of scripture and life……….

    None of this is a complaint. More a gentle warning to those who might think that there is neither rhyme nor reason to my reading choices. Major focused projects apart, and conscientious (and usually much enjoyed) reading required for specific teaching responsibilities assumed, most other reading is decided by a kind of impulsive openness to conversation with interesting folk. So Brian Kay’s book on Trinitarian Spirituality not only introduces me to John Owen but to the fascinating connections between Owen and Julian of Norwich, the Cloud of Unknowing and Thomas a Kempis; Gordon Mullan’s book on Scottish Puritanism goes to the pulsating core of Scottish Covenant Theology; Sabine Dramm is clearly a highly skilled interpreter of Bonhoeffer’s voice for a post 9/11 world, and without the damaging reductionism of those who want to use Bonhoeffer against his own grain.

    Each year I ensure specific areas of intellectual interest are included in a planned reading list – but that list always leaves room for the large number of unexpected guests that are likely to come knocking – and often is not completed. Both Kay and Dramm were noticed while I was looking for something else – but I’m glad to have spent time in conversation with them – I learned from them. So I’ve never been an enthusiast for specialism, though I recognise that in scholarship we are all faced with choices – and I’ve made some too. Evangelical Spirituality as expressed in the lives of significant exponents; the hymns and theology of the Wesleys; the poetry of George Herbert; James Denney who is less a specialism than an important orienting theological landmark.

    But such openness to conversation does mean that personal convictions, opinions, life experience, limited knowledge – are each likely to be challenged, corrected, deepened, now and then downright contradicted. Which is an important part of growing in the knowledge of Christ, slowly and humbly accumulating wisdom, the heart enlightened even as the mind is informed, as ‘together with all the saints’, heart and mind come to know the length and breadth and height and depth of the love of God in Christ.

    And maybe the true Christian scholar isn’t the specialist at all, but the wide ranging explorer of a faith that is as vast as the Gospel and is expressed in story and song, biography and theology, philosophy and conversation, in text and human life, in community experience and individual encounter with God. I have never envied those whose reading and study are restricted to this or that aisle in the supermarket of ideas, or whose theological vision is deliberately narrowed to systems, schools, publishers or traditions selected for their capacity to confirm what they believe they already know, or know they already believe.

    Time now without number I have been made to think again, and to discover or remember, what it means to be open to the infinite, eternal reality of God who in Christ ‘accommodated himself’ to human capacity. Coming to know the love of God ‘together with all the saints’ for me has meant that I owe more debts than I can pay or even remember, to such people as…. well how would you finish that sentence? Who do you owe a debt of gratitude to, who has taught and shown you the love of God?

  • Mercy and metaphysics

    Gods Mercy

    God’s boundless mercy is, to sinfull man,
    Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:
    Which though it sends forth thousand streams, ’tis n’ere
    Known, or else seen to be the emptier:
    And though it takes all in, ’tis yet no more
    Full, and filled full, than when full-filled before.
    (Robert Herrick)

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    Many of the poets of the Seventeenth Century combined theological precision with psychological perception. The best of them weren’t called Metaphysical Poets for nothing; and when they recounted the range of human experiences they called  a spade a spade, a sin a sin, and looked their own unworthiness and deserved judgement head on. But they also revelled in images and words for the extravagant mystery of divine love, the inexhaustible fund of divine mercy, and the inexplicable generosity of a holy God for sinful humanity. The above is one of my favourites from Herrick – I don’t know who reads him much today, and sure some of his verbal gymnastics look like showing off – but here’s another one I like. Not because it is devotionally effective (whatever that might mean!), but because Herrick is enjoying the chance to dig the ribs of over metaphysical theologians:

    God’s Presence.

    God’s present ev’ry where; but most of all
    Present by union hypostaticall;
    God, He is there, where’s nothing else, schools say,
    And nothing else is there, where he’s away.

    Mind you – I wouldn’t mind the odd few lines of metaphysical mind-stretching put up on the power-point as a counter-balance to the limitations of much of contemporary one dimensional praise.

  • I asked for wonder – the spiritual importance of the inexplicable

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    Yesterday in the Theological Reflection class we spent some time savouring the spiritual prose poetry that is the writing of A J Heschel. This writer was mostly new to the class members, and his style of writing a stark contrast to much that passes for spiritual writing today. From the first day they saw this book cover there was interest in a man who had such a lived in face, and near the  end of the course when choices have to be made about what there is still time to explore and discuss – my suggested omission of Heschel was thankfully over-ruled. So we worked through a handout of brief extracts, each of us reading one, not feeling the need always to comment, but now and then saying what we had found touched us, or how what we read found us. It was an important interlude when teaching doesn’t need the constant explanatory, expository, interrogatory voice. It was a class taught by numerous acts of reading, reflecting and occasional vocal appreciation. And I think what was learned wasn’t so much how to do Theological Reflection, as how to recognise the profoundly reflective way of doing theology that arises from depths of human experience. Such expereince is forged in the fires of a faith both profound and immediate, a burning passion for God that welds the mystical and practical, and from the resulting fusion, a philosophical theology distilled to the essence of the religious encounter between the human and the divine, which is the meeting of holiness and humanity, divine pathos and human need.

    Here are a couple of examples of Heschel’s remarkable glimpses into the nature of prayer as both joyful discovery and  unassuaged longing:

    Prayer begins where expression ends. The words that reach our lips are often but waves of an overflowing stream touching the shore:We often seek and miss, struggle and fail to adjust our unique feelings to the patterns of the texts. Where is the tree that can utter fully the silent passion of the soil. Words can only open the door, and we can only weep on the threshold of our incommunicable thirst after the incomprehensible.


    In no other act does the human being experience so often the disparity between the desire for expression and the means of expression as in prayer. The inadequacy of the means at our disposal appears so tangible, so tragic, that one feels it a grace to be able to give oneself up to music, to a tone, to a song, to a chant. The wave of a song carries the soul to heights which utterable meanings can never reach. Such abandonment is no escape…For the world of unutterable meanings is the nursery of the soul, the cradle of all our ideas. It is not an escape but a return to one’s origins.

    Centuries of Jewish dealings with God have shaped such a theology of the soul’s astonishment. The extracts come from Man’s Quest for God. It would be to inexcusably misunderstand and misrepresent Heschel to point out that Christian theology teaches the greater truth of God’s quest for humanity – Heschel would rightly point out, with something of that pathos he understood so personally, that such a view of the initiative of God is yet another idea Christians borrowed from the Hebrew Bible and the people God chose to be an ‘echo of eternity’. Such theological plagiarism (unacknowledged borrowing) tends to obscure the beauty of the tradition out of which, in the providence of God, the Christian faith emerged. The human quest for God, uttered, or unexpressed because inexpressible, is always going to be the soul’s response to the grace that first creates the urge towards God, and calls for that reckless trust so full of risk, to begin the journey with God into a future without tangible certainties.

    Augustine’s great prayer, ‘Thou has made us for thyself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee’, is the cry that recognises that human incompleteness is itself the truth that turns us towards the One in whom all longing may be satisfied – but not yet, not here, and perhaps – not ever, for how can we ever have the capacity to have enough of God? P T Forsyth had no interest in being a ‘finished futility’ – he too recognised that the longing for God, the inadeqaucy of human expression to do justice to the inexpressible and ineffable, the categorical deficit in human capacity compared to divine inexhaustibility of grace, suggests that even in the encounter with God, in the fullness of glory and face to face, we will still be lost in wonder, love and praise. Which comes back to Heschel, and his willingness to be content, not with reductionist explanation, but with eternal mystery – which is why he confessed, ‘I asked for wonder……’ and not ‘I asked for answers!’

  • Does the future have a Church?

    There Shall Always Be the Church

    There shall always be the Church and the World

    And the heart of Man
    Shivering and fluttering between them, choosing and chosen,
    Valiant, ignoble, dark and full of light
    Swinging between Hell Gate and Heaven Gate.
    And the Gates of Hell shall not prevail.
    (T S Eliot)

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    So did Eliot anticipate the demise of the Church in Western society? The prescience of the poet a sharper discernment than the statistical trends of the sociologist, or the adjustments and accommodations of uncertain theologians? The ambiguity that lies at the heart of an institution that is at the same time a community that dares to claim allegiance to Jesus, is captured in the ‘fluttering’ between world and church, and the ‘swinging’ between Hell and Heaven. But the final prevailing word belongs to Heaven – the Body of Christ crucified, risen and ascended is the spiritual reality that lies behind a Church besieged by uncertainty, under pressure to justify itself by relevance and marketability to a post-modern consumerist culture.
    ‘And the Gates of Hell shall not prevail’ – is that because the Church will adapt to cultural demands to survive, or resist them as witness to a Kingdom not of this world? What is it that will ensure ‘there shall always be a church’ over and against the world?

  • Michael Ramsey and the centre of theology

    One of the most holy, if often misunderstood figures in the 20th Century Church of England was Michael Ramsey, Archbishop of Canterbury. The biography by Owen Chadwick is characteristically elegant, sharply and humanely observed, and a good example of theology being done through biography, faith lived in the lapidary tumbling of relationships, circumstances and human activity, that eventually give shape and definition to who we are.

    As a student Ramsey wanted to buy a couple of pictures to give some interest to the bare walls of his undergraduate room. He bought a print of the crucifixion by Perugino. The significance that print took on with passing years is described in a moving paragraph that shows Anglican spirituality at its best – theologically sensitive, sanctifying the ordinary, at ease with contemplative wonder in the presence of Christ incarnate, crucified, risen. Here is Chadwick’s gently observed comment on the private devotion of an Archbishop for whom time and again, prayer took precedence over politics:

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    ‘He hung the reproduction over the mantle-piece in his room at Magdalene. Slowly it came to be something more than an ornament. It hung in the same central position in every house or apartment where he lived; so that it hung during his life on nineteen different walls, but never, so to speak, changed its place. ‘At the time of purchase’, he said,’I thought it a "nice picture". It soon came to be the centre of theology, doxa.’ ‘It is for me a great picture, because it wonderfullyshows a large part of what christianity means. christ is seen suffering, suffering terribly, and yet in it there is triumph; because love is transforming it all’.

    Owen Chadwick, Michael Ramsey. A Life, (Oxford:OUP, 1990), 369.

  • 24/7 news and a plea for compassionate reserve

    The immediacy and constancy of 24 hour news carries an inevitable and negative consequence that at times triggers within me, a deep uneasiness about contemporary obsession with ‘as it happens’ news. The past few days the story of the disappearance of a mother, and her son with severe learning and other complex difficulties, has been told in a series of slow release revelations. Now we know that both are dead, at least one suspected murdered, and two men are being questioned, one the partner of the dead woman. Speculation is inevitable when such a story is ongoing and the facts still only selectively known; but along with that natural speculative searching around in our minds for explanations, hoping that tragic as any such explanation must now inevitably be, we hope against hope that when the story is told it will not confirm and realise our worst fears.

    It is that agonising tension between our need to know and our not wanting to know the worst, that exposes both our human compassion and our human curiosity – and how a voracious curiosity can displace that essential human response to other people’s tragedy – compassionate reserve. I mean by that phrase, enough imagination to guage that the scale of suffering and loss is incalculable and calls forth a communal human sorrow for others, but with a built in limiter that recognises a person’s murder, and the surrounding fear and loss to others, are not mere stories for public consumption or private rumination. In one of her characteristic touches of genuine psychological insight P D James has Inspector Adam Dalgleish reflect that a person’s death is an act of such final intimate privacy there is something dehumanising even in investigating to discover the perpetrator. But such investigation serves the process of justice, not the appetite for violating the privacy of the corpse, which retains the right to that respect and dignity afforded that which we with determined moral wilfulness, call human.

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    The inescapability of stories told through the all pervasive, ever present news, delivered with metronomic regularity hour by hour, exposes I think both the profound ethical and disquieting human questions raised by our belief in the sovereign priority of the news story. However this story turns out, a mother and son are dead, people close to them are being questioned by police, and we are all the poorer for such things happening in communities not much different from our own.

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  • The Unknown God

    For a long time now I’ve used the Revised Common Lectionary Online as a basis for daily reflection on the Bible. The four weekly passages ensure that there is a reading from the Hebrew Bible, Psalms, Epistle and Gospel on which to think and pray each week. One or two of the passages I usually explore much more thoroughly – an exercise in exegesis intended to keep me exegetically fit, the equivalent of the three or four times a week run to sustain aerobic fitness.

    Alongside this particular trek through the Bible in company with the many Christian traditions which use the Revised Common Lectionary (RCL), I use the New Interpreter’s Bible (NIB) on each passage as a mid-range commentary. There are contributions to the NIB which are very high quality biblical comment – Fretheim on Genesis, Brueggemann on Exodus, Birch on Samuel, Newsom on Job, McCann on Psalms, Miller on Jeremiah, O’Day on John, Wall on Acts, NT Wright on Romans, Craddock on Hebrews I’ve found are highlights in a set that does have some less impressive efforts.

    One passage this week is Acts 17.22.31, Paul’s speech at the Areopagus. I’ve always found this a passage that shows Paul at work as a skilled, innovative mission tactician – on this occasion outmaneouvering the cultural intellectuals on his way to making his witness to Christ the saving revealer of God. Maybe the church today has to respond ‘to a similar "culture war" in which the gospel is challenged by cities "full of idols" and where the church is asked to respond to the important questions  of secular intellectuals. In which case Paul’s proclamation of resurrection faith as a thoughtfully presented  challenge to those other ultimate loyalties (modern idols) to which people now give their lives. The knowability of God, the grace of the One who is no ‘unknown God’ but comes near in love and judgement, not the God of the Philosophers but certainly the God the philosopher is groping after; but the God who is not found by argument, not contained by reasoned logic, not domesticated by abstract concepts at a sufficient remove to leave the deep places of the soul undisturbed. The living personal God who is known in encounter, who speaks and calls, who comes and invites, – but also the God who to use a phrase used by Flannery O’Connor of Karl Barth – throws the furniture around.

    The living room of the mind is given a radical makeover by affirming faith in the resurrection of Jesus. Faith in Jesus’ resurrection isn’t a correction of mental perceptions; it isn’t a surprising change of opinion; it is a reordering of the mind, a new worldview, a radical break with that most comforting of securities, that we inhabit a controllable predictable world. The resurrection of Jesus is a miracle of theology, not a miracle of technology. In Jesus, incarnate, crucified and risen, the unknown God (comfortingly vague and safely distant), becomes known.

  • Intellectual Hospitality and Theological Humility

    "Always make time to read authors with whom you know you will profoundly disagree". I can still hear the slow deliberate way that was said, the last two words enunciated with a combination of relish and mischief. One of many one liners that stuck when I was at College. It was in the philosophy of religion class, and we were being subjected to R E O White’s unrelenting enthusiasm for disciplined thinking which he believed, rightly, is an essential key competence for responsible pastoral ministry.

    He would have loved Stephanie Paulsell’s Pastoral Agility and Intellectual Work for its persuasive arguments in favour of forming and maintaining habits of careful, disciplined thought in the areas of intellectual reflection, analytic thought and critical appreciation of the thinking of others. Of course he would have put a red pen through my lazy and incongruous use of the word ‘loved’ at the start of that previous sentence – not least because it betrays intellectual laziness and semantic carelessness. Great teacher, R E O White – Principal of our denominational College when it was still called The Baptist Theological College of Scotland. I still like the serious ring of that now rather old fashioned name.

    Central_2  Anyway I took his words to heart. It was wise permissive advice, telling us that if our heart’s loyalty was to Christ, and if we were serious about being biblically literate, theologically alive, pastorally wise and homiletically worth listening to, then we’d better not stop thinking. And we’d better learn while we had the chance in College, those habits and disciplines of thought that would enable us to read and think with critical understanding, to discriminate between the ephemeral and the enduring trends in cultural thought and development, and to remain humble learners always excited by different perspectives, hard won insights, and scholarly labour in the service of truth. And if we wanted to have worthwhile, constructive things to say about the world we live in, Christian perspectives and responses to the events and movements of our own times, relevant and faithful preaching that had vital connections with where people live, then we’d better learn to be patient with those disciplines of thought that would enable us to think, and to think in a certain way. To think with clarity and the thick texture of an open, well informed and fair mind, with awareness of our own prejudices and assumptions, and with intellectual charity so that our comments are constructive rather than dismissive, hopeful rather than cynical, morally mature instead of religiously shrill. I like that combination – thinking with intellectual clarity and charity.

    One way of achieving even the beginnings of such moral and intellectual thoughtfulness was to read those with whom we know we will profoundly disagree. In theological education I suppose there is always going to be a tension between the aims of training people for ministry within a clearly stated confessional context, and training people to be mature, careful, Christian thinkers unafraid of those changes and developments in thought that are part of the ongoing history of Christian existence. 

    188218main_188092main_dprotoplaneta If there is to be the right balance between, on the one hand, being a thoughful reader able to engage with thinking that is uncongenial, that gets my back up, or that just sounds plain wrong, and on the other, being a thoughtful reader who in following after Christ knows there is more to know than is already known, then the discipline of intellectual hospitality is essential. Does not faithfulness to Christ who is above all, through all and in all, require resistance to self-imposed limitations such as reading only certain authors from certain publishers? Is Christ the Word through whom all things were made, the Colossian Christ in whom all things hold together and in whom all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell – is this the Christ we worry about in the marketplace of ideas? Is the truth of Christ, of the One who pervades and gives reality and substance to all that is – is such truth so fragile and Christian faith so uncertain that we fear to venture beyond what we now know? The gospel of Jesus Christ does not call us to intellectual timidity, and is not best served by chronic loss of theological nerve. The Gospel impels us outward in a mission that includes debating with the philosophers of our age, and seeking at a level way beyond our own inner piety, to bring every thought captive to Christ.

    Sriimg20061203_7314931_1 So I have learned to learn from those who think as I do – and from those who think what I think is wrong. For example, reading Hans Kung’s On Being a Christian in the late 1970’s, (and most of what he’s written since), I was confronted by a mind of vast erudition, provocative courage, and a way of doing theology that took seriously the fact that we live in a world of historical and political circumstances where being a Christian is no straight-forward exercise in personal piety. Sure in R E O White fashion I ‘profoundly disagree’ with some of Kung’s observations on Christology, or on the nature and aim of dialogue with other faiths – but this book, along with Does God Exist? and his magisterial Christianity, demonstrates to church and world alike, that Christian faith is not forced into embarrassed silence because it cannot compete in the marketplace of ideas. These three books remain important repositories of some of the most telling critiques of aspects of Christian tradition, atheist philosophy and cultural relativism as these are confronted by the New Testament reality of Jesus Christ.

    In like manner, Augustine’s understanding of sin and human sinfulness, on the nature of the church, and on how the grace of God is operative in human salvation; John Wesley’s view of original sin and of the pervasiveness of sin as a condition of fallen human existence; John Calvin’s conclusions on reprobation and the divine decree; Clark Pinnock and Greg Boyd on Open Theism as a critique of classic Reformed thought on Providence; Barth’s hard line on the inadmissability of natural theology in a prolegomenon to Christian Dogmatics; Tom Torrance’s views on paedo-baptism as a valid expression of covenant theology over and against believer’s baptism; Moltmann’s eschatological (over?)-emphasis, and his exposition of social over economic models of the Triune life of God…and on and on. Those with whom we profoundly disagree are some of our best teachers, urging us to think, challenging us to answer, inviting us to listen, proposing other ways of seeing honestly and living faithfully the truth we say we believe.

    Because in the life of pastoral and theological reflection, while it is essential to have confidence in our own understanding, a clear grasp of hard-won insights and experience, a good and growing awareness of our own standpoint and how that affects how and what we think, and a sense of belonging and at-homeness within our own place in the Christian tradition,while all these are essential – they only come to those who cultivate before God one of the more elusive spiritual disciplines and theological virtues. Theological humility, a willing and inward recognition of the scale of mismatch between the immense reality of a Gospel which is the mystery of the ages enfolded in the heart of the Eternal God, and our own limited time-bound capacities. There is truth in the Gospel that will always be beyond us – and will always call into question, as truth must and God will, our present, partial and personal grasp of the God who comes to us in Jesus Christ, and whose Spirit leads us into truth. By that calling into question, we grow to a more mature apprehension of the Gospel by which we have been apprehended. A Colossian understanding of Christ, accompanied by an Ephesian understanding of Christian existence in the love of God:

    I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power, through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you,being rooted and grounded in love, may have power, together  with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of the fullness of God. (Eph 3.16-19)

    To know the love that surpasses knowledge – always there is more, and always our understanding is partial. That is the reason for cultivating theological humility, and that is the promise and joy of theological discovery – Christ dwelling in the heart, through faith.

  • Samuel Rutherford and devotional rapture

    Came across this remarkable extract of Samuel Rutherford in full flow about the loveliness of Christ. In his book on Trinitarian Spirituality and John Owen Brian Kay points out that ‘the loveliness of Christ’ is a Puritan cliche – and certainly Rutherford reckoned exaggeration was impossible in eulogising the ‘Altogether Lovely One’:

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    I dare say that angels’
    pens, angel’s tongues, nay, as many worlds of angels as there are drops of
    water in all the seas and fountains, and rivers of the earth cannot paint Him
    out to you. I think His sweetness has swelled upon me to the greatness of two heavens.
    O for a soul as wide as the utmost circle of the highest heaven to contain His
    love! And yet I could hold but little of it. O what a sight, to be up in
    heaven, in that fair orchard of the New Paradise, and to see, and smell, and
    touch, and kiss that fair field-flower, that evergreen tree of life! His bare
    shadow would be enough for me; a sight of Him would be the guarantee of heaven
    to me."If there were ten thousand thousand millions of worlds, and as many
    heavens, full of men and angels, Christ would not be pinched to supply all our
    wants, and to fill us all. Christ is a well of life; but who knows how deep it
    is to the bottom? Put the beauty of ten thousand thousand worlds of paradises,
    like the Garden of Eden, in one; put all trees, all flowers, all smells, all
    colours, all tastes, all joys, all loveliness, all sweetness in one. O what a
    fair and excellent thing would that be? And yet it would be less to that fair
    and dearest well-beloved Christ than one drop of rain to the whole seas,
    rivers, lakes, and fountains of ten thousand earths.

    Just now and then it’s good to be ambushed by unadulterated spiritual fervour, to encounter an ardent soul in full rapturous flow. The contrast between such spiritually triggered rhetoric and our own contemporary uncertainty about religious affections and emotional experience can be a telling critique of modern forms of Christian spirituality, focused more on personal fulfilment than that praise of Christ that takes us out of ourselves. Rutherford was a man of extremes – ferociously polemical and pastorally intense; a man of contrasts in an age of conflict, whose inner tensions of spiritual theology and political vision remained unreconciled. It is from such flawed human  personality that some of the best Christian writing has been distilled – Rutherford, Richard Rolle, Bernard of Clairvaux, Augustine, Jonathan Edwards, Kierkegaard.

  • Doughnuts, a sail on the ferry, and time at an important place

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    One of those glorious days when the West of Scotland lives up to the postcards. Bright sunshine and only white clouds, a fresh breeze, and the Firth of Clyde looking at its glorious best. we went down to Largs for the 10.15 ferry to Cumbrae. A latte to go and a freshly made doughnut was nae problem cos we were going to spend much of the day walking. A ten minute sail gets you to Cumbrae, and then we circled the island in the car. Goatfell had a dusting of snow and the Arran hills against a blue sky and blue sea made you want to up roots and live within sight of Arran, Bute, Cumbrae, and Little Cumbrae. Spent a wee while in the Cathedral of the Isles, stilled by the stillness and quietened by the quiet. Smallest extant cathedral in Britain, but what a beautiful old place, long steeped in spiritual longing.

    Walked across the island, back into Millport and back out towards the war memorial that looks up the Clyde. I’ve always found the rhythmic sound of lapping water makes me yearn – not sure what for. And the sound of water on the shore, the blueness and clearness of the water itself, the cold breeze even my thick fleece didn’t keep entirely out, the sound of a curlew’s cry that whisked always whisks me back to my days as a boy on the farm, and the sight of two Oyster Catchers turning their heads against the breeze and burying that two inch orange bill down their wing – hard not to love God’s world on a day like this.