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  • Hilton Hospitality and Advent Worship

    Churchlife Back in circulation after returning from my jaunt to the Highland city of Inverness. New friendships, renewed friendships, thinking together with folk as we move into Advent, sensing and exploring the spiritual and pastoral life of another Christian community – all made it a great week-end.

    Highlights other than the in-church activities included supporting Ross County as they tried to smite the Raith Rovers Amalekites; the steak pie at half time; an evening meal with friends from way back which included Morag’s chicken, cooked by Iain; Sunday lunch at the manse where hospitality is warm, generous and the home made chocolate sauce sinfully more-ish. I know cos I sinned!

    150pxcandleburning Advent is an important time of waiting – perhaps in a culture which worships instant, we need a place in the practices of our faith where we learn again to wait, to anticipate, and to recognise that while patience is a virtue, impatience can sometimes be an indication of how important whatever we are waiting for is!

    So morning by morning, with my advent candle lit, mind and heart and will turn towards the great promises of Isaiah, and I pray for an Isaianic vision of how what is can be renewed, how the status quo is rendered provisional by the God who has seen it all before. And so the light of Christ shines, and the darkness cannot comprehend it. I love the double meaning of that older word – the darkness can neither understand, or engulf, the light of Christ.

    Thechurch_2 Thank you Hilton congregation for having me as your guest – and may Advent draw you into the future where God awaits you, and into which God accompanies you. And by the way, the photo of the Hilton Church, with the cross above the cherry blossom, is a rich symbol which carries with it a sense of the abundant, extravagant fruitfulness of life lived within all the promises and purposes of God. I know it’s a Spring picture – but Advent is about anticipation of light, growth, life and the renewal of creation by the Creator. Just look at the profusion of blossom, like a garland of grace – dead Advent that, so it is!

  • Hidden graces and glimpsed generosities….

    ‘The most complete novel I know in the English language is….’ Now that’s a sentence that has an almost ulimited number of possible endings, depending on who is saying it. Some would say Middlemarch, by George Eliot. No doubt whatsoever, Middlemarch is a sumptuously long, intricately contrived, precisely plotted novel richly populated with characters whose inner lives are narrated and monitored by a knowing narrator. Others may stake a claim for Henry James, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, and we could all compile our listmania recommendations.

    51kbbsnupwl__aa240_ But the person who said to me, ‘The most complete novel in the English language is….’ was referring not to the great tradition, but to a novelist long out of fashion, and to a novel not recognised as her greatest. Yet The Dean’s Watch, by Elizabeth Goudge was passionately advocated by my friend while she was in hospital, and during a conversation ranging from Wordsworth to Ruskin ( we were both reading the latest biographies, she of Wordsworth, me of Ruskin), from Dickens to Manley Hopkins. So I read it, and I haven’t read enough novels to make the same exclusive claim that it is the most complete novel in the English language; but it is one of the most satisfyingly resolved novels I’ve ever read.

    It is gentle but sharply observed, sentimental in a way that affirms emotion as an essential barometer of humanity, it avoids the unlikely coincidences that drive Charles Dickens, the fateful providences of Thomas Hardy, the mature and serious playfulness of George Eliot. Instead it draws you into a story where the characters are people, but also a city, and a cathedral, and a community that like a finely calibrated clock runs reliably until something jumps out of synchronic movement, and then needs repairing.

    4193 I’ve read it four times – and would have read it again this December but instead have leant it to a very good friend who will be the richer over Advent for reading it. The story revolves around the last months of a year leading up to Christmas, the plot centres around the Dean, his watch, the clockmaker, the apprentice, and the cathedral and city. And it does indeed, meander and twist and move towards completion until the entire story is resolved. Goudge constructs characters who are uncomplicated, lacking the ambiguity and complexity of  the modern ‘literary novel’. But her aim is to tell a story, to create place, people, circumstance within a providence that is merely hinted.

    Eliot’s Middlemarch it is not. But a woman whose father, H L Goudge, was known for carrying the bags of local tramps up the hill to the vicarage and offering them a bath, or sitting on the pavement talking to travelling people, is someone who understands the hidden graces and glimpsed generosities of ordinary human lives. The Dean’s Watch is a tale of redemption, told within the ordinary, where sin is sin, and grace is grace, but grace abounds, people change, where life is told as a story framed in the goodness of and mystery of a Love both pervasive and elusive.

    By the way that last sentence could stand as a good description of Advent… " a tale of redemption, told within the ordinary, where sin is sin, and grace is grace, but grace abounds, people change, where life is told as a story framed in the goodness of and mystery of a Love both pervasive and elusive". I am at Inverness with the good people of Hilton Church – some of whom regularly call by here. So I’ll return the compliment and go visit to share an Advent weekend.

  • I press God’s lamp close to my breast…..

    A0000730_2Ever since R E O White, previous Principal of the Scottish Baptist College, mentor, friend and occasionally ascerbic critic, brought a lecture alive with these last lines of Browning’s Paracelsus, they have expressed for me that defiant hopefulness that is part of faith when it is at its most desperate.

    Advent is coming – arise shine, your light has come…

    O come, O come Emmanuel….., – God with us. The presence that pierces the gloom – that is what Browning means in these lines which fully recognise that the danger and the darkness are real, but yet know, that in that place where knowing matters most, what is really real is the light of God, as it shines in Christ, and the darkness cannot comprehend it, or overcome it.

    If I stoop

    Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,

    It is but for a time;

    I press God’s lamp

    Close to my breast;

    Its splendour soon or late

    Will pierce the gloom;

    I shall emerge one day.

    Robert Browning, Paracelsus

  • The limitations of arithmetic in theological discourse

    Those reading the comments on the NT Haiku Post will have noticed that my normally reliable arithmetic suffered a recent lapse. However, though this might have undermined my theological confidence, I appeal to Basil the Great to put such a marginal lapse in arithmeticality in its proper persepctive.

    704 When the Lord taught us the doctrine of Father, Son and Holy Spirit, he did not make arithmetic a part of this gift! He did not say, ‘In the first, the second, and the third’, or ‘In one, two and three’…The Unapproachable One is beyond numbers, wisest sirs…There is one God, and Father, One Only Begotten Son, and one Holy Spirit. We declare each Person to be unique, and if we must use numbers, we will not let a stupid arithmetic lead us astray to the idea of many gods.’

    Basil the great, On The Holy Spirit, (New York: St Vladimir’s seminary Press, 1980), para 44.

  • Haiku NT Introduction Update

    St_markgospel_tm The Haiku NT Introduction is coming along nicely – still some opportunities for others to share their amusing musings.

    Most NT introductions are 486 pages – if you use the 5x7x5 model for Haiku we will have a NT Introduction of 486 syllables! (28×17)

    I think I have all the correct names beneath the compositions so far, but let me know if I have wrongly attributed a work of genius to the wrong person. By the way, not allowed to do the Pastorals or the Johannines or the Thessalonians as composite correspondence – must do each book – all 28 of them. Happy haiku!

    Gospel of Matthew

    Son of Abraham
    Brings fulfilment of Torah
    Global Commission

    Catriona

    .

    Gospel of Mark
    Good news! Here’s a tale –
    starts with mid-life crisis, then
    stops before life starts.

    Andy Jones

    .

    Gospel of Luke

    Good News! For the poor,
    ‘Sinners’ and tax-collectors:
    Healing salvation.

    Catriona

    .

    Gospel of John

    The Word became flesh.
    Uncomprehending darkness
    eclipsed by the light.

    Jim Gordon

    .

    Acts

    In Jerusalem

    The Word in gracious power

    To all the world’s end.

    Jason Goroncy

    .

    Romans

    Saving God seeks… you:
    sin-spoiled, grace-gained, destined. Die
    to self, live to love.

    Andy Jones

    .

    Galatians

    In Christ free at last
    They try to re-enslave me
    Glory in God’s Cross

    Jason Goroncy

    .

    Ephesians

    God (who called you to
    the skies) fill, gift and grow you;
    live in light as one!

    Andy Jones 

    .

    Philemon
    Neither slave nor free!
    Since bound together in Christ,
    Free Onessimus.

    Jim Gordon

    .

    Hebrews

    Spoken by the Son
    Lo, our great high priest has come
    Grace be with you all

    Jason Goroncy

    .

    James

    Oft misunderstood
    Harmony of faith and deeds
    Practical wisdom

    Catriona

    .

    Revelation

    Valour in suff’ring
    The Lamb who opens the scroll
    Making all things new

    Jason Goroncy

  • Derek Adams, Ross County and Christians in Sport

    Derekadams Derek Adams appointed head Coach at Ross County. Well, you might wonder what that has to do with most of the folk who click in and out of my life on this blog. I met Derek Adams in 1984, when he was 9, and wanted to be a footballer like his dad, George Adams. Derek with his family were in Crown Terrace Baptist Church in Aberdeen, and he and George remain active in Christians in Sport. They are also good friends, so why not mention them – anyway I’m up in Inverness next week, and they are playing Raith Rovers at home, so I’m going. Probably be freezing, but that’ll let me sample the pies and the hot chocolate. Salad, apple or grapes don’t do it for me at a fitba match – need the calories, the heat and the frisson of guilt that accompanies a pie with broon sauce.

    It makes me feel my age that Derek is now a football manager with his playing career at the later stages. Today in his first game in charge as head coach at Ross County, they won 4-0. I used to play five a side with Derek, and occasionally got past him! Learned some of his skills from us amateurs whose talent remained undiscovered. Och aye, the boy’s done good, but.

  • The cost of losing…….?

    Steve_mcclaren_has_described_a301_2 Steve Maclaren will get £2.5 million compensation and is sacked. Half a dozen English football players get that much each in six months, and they are the ones who win or lose games. Why not start sacking football players from national teams when they don’t perform – clearance sale in January?

    More seriously, why should a man who tries to do his best, even if that in the end isn’t good enough, be treated as if he had betrayed his country by selling its biggest secrets, or undermining its economy? A football game was lost at Wembley and the manager is savaged. A football match is lost at Hampden and the manager is head hunted by Birmingham. The English manager is humiliated in the press, and the Scottish manager’s market value soars. But Scotland against Georgia were no better than England against Croatia.

    I love football – but why the rancourous fervour and unforgiving pseudo-solemnity with which a man is sacked? 

  • Julian Of Norwich and a sustainable because sustained earth

    Hand1 ‘And he showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, on the palm of my hand, round like a ball. I looked at it thoughtfully and wondered, ‘What is this?’ And the answer came, ‘It is all that is made.’ I marvelled that it continued to exist and did not suddenly disintegrate; it was so small. And again my mind supplied the answer, ‘It exists, both now and for ever, because God loves it’. In short, everything owes its existence to the love of God.’

    ‘In this little thing I saw three properties. The first that God made it. The second that God loves it. The third that God keeps it.’

    Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, (Penguin ed. p. 68).

    Long before eco-theology, environmentalism, carbon prints and climate change, this contemplative theologian understood the heart of God and the nature of created reality. Few have grasped more firmly the need to think hopefully, believe defiantly and live trustfully. Others need to do the hard theological thinking about the future of our planet in the aftermath of modernity’s abuse of the only place we have to live – but we need Julian and her like to remind us of power and purpose that is not defeated by the worst case scenarios of our sinfulness. In other words we need an eschatology that takes its goal from the nature of God in Christ rather than from scientific and secular visions which preclude the central reality of the Gospel – a world reconciled, redeemed and part of a creation in which all things are held together in Christ.

  • The fish of the sea, the mind of the Creator, and Brussels

    I lived in Aberdeen for years, and knew Robert who was a big player in the Scottish Fishermen’s Federation. He used to talk about quotas, black fish, Brussels, the common fisheries policies, the way it was and the way it is. The balance between the needs of the industry and of the fishermen whose livelihoods depend on the sea, has been hard to maintain ever since the advent of factory scale fishing and declining stocks.

    _41076815_fishingnets203 Today we discover that around 50% to 60% of catches are dumped as dead fish because they can’t be landed, and much of these are cod, one of the most threatened species in the North Sea. The chief fisheries officer in Europe says it’s immoral – which is about the least that can be said about it. I know the world is complicated, complex and that simple common-sense often doesn’t make sense when applied to the realities of modern economic activity. But in a world where millions are malnourished, on a planet already over-harvested, at a time when the proportion of world population to global food capacity is narrowing dangerously, to toss tens of thousands of tons of fish back into the sea, dead and thus unusable, is accurately described as an environmental crime. Theologically such required practices are a demonstration of structural sin; that is economic laws, national vested interests, technological power, market forces, and each of these driven and shaped by human activity, create a situation where such moral nonsense enables such iniquitous policies.

    Somewhere around the glossy executive conference tables, in Brussels or elsewhere, decisions are made about the stewardship of our natural resources. In that hierarchy of arguments that are presented and debated, where is the weight placed – on scientific data, economic necessities, political constraints, social consequences or moral principles? And where in the entire debate is the idea of stewardship allowed to balance such ideas as exploitation, waste, ownership, market, national interest? Because only when stewardship means more than conserving in order to go on exploiting, only then will we be able to prevent the obscene spectacle of men feeding the seagulls thousands of tons of fish suppers.

    None of us can claim to know the mind of the Creator, but in Genesis 1.26 when God said of human beings, ‘let them rule over the fish of the sea’, I respectfully suggest, as a consideration worth weighing, that it is probably unlikely and therefore a reasonably safe conclusion to draw, when due allowance is made for other viewpoints, that God didn’t have any of this in mind!

  • Validation Haiku

    Perhaps only those few blog readers who visit here, and who are familiar with the rigours and trials of academic administration, will understand my need to give poetic form to a process that, like algae on a too shaded pond, at times can threaten to take over your life and suffocate vitality and freshness. Yet the process of validation, which confirms the quality of the courses we offer at the College, is necessary and an important public statement of confidence, and for that reason we are content to fulfil the obligations that must underlie such approval. We’ve just been given such a statement of confidence, and have come through the process with a high level of affirmation.

    So as always, on a 5 x 7 x 5 Haiku form, I seek through disciplined word and thought, to impose control, and bring all parts of my life (including academic admin!), into the sphere of faith and following after Jesus. If we are faithful in the details, we might be trusted with the big picture, huh?

    Validation Haiku

    Module Descriptors

    Calcify the intellect

    with Learning Outcomes.

    Documentation

    Keeps Quality Enhancement

    Staff – reassured.

    Benchmarks are not the

    backside impressions left by

    hardwood park benches.

    The Beatitudes

    and the Sermon on the Mount,

    real learning outcomes!

    To be loved by God,

    to follow after Jesus,

    that’s validation!