I am (not) inspired by Pete Rollins…

I have been reading another of Pete Rollins’ books on and off through this past year- this one- ‘The fidelity of betrayal’.

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It has some great stuff in it, but to honest, I have struggled a bit more than I thought I would to get through it. This surprised me, as I devoured his last book- ‘How (not) to speak of God’.

Perhaps I did not give it a fair crack of the whip, as I read it in something of a piecemeal fashion.

But I think too I may have seen a bit too much of his gig. It goes something like this-

The life of faith is a life of contradiction. Therefore all things we think we know about God, when we really stop and think- we do not really know after all.

All the tenets of faith we were given as absolutes are (not) true.

Faith is formed as we learn to become faithful betrayers of our inherited traditions.

Faith is formed as we  learn our status as (A)theists.

Now I kind of see where he is going with this, and I think the commentary on faith is important and thought provoking. But I can not help feeling just a little weary with the ‘let’s turn this upside down and then see how it looks from the other side’ kind of style. I find myself kind of seeing it coming, then chuckling to myself when it surely arrives.

But then again, I do think this man is an important contributor to the theological and philosophical debate in our time. Let me quote a passage for you to kind of illustrate my dilemma with this book…

In a chapter called ‘forging faith communities with/out God’ (there he goes again- get it?) he has this to say-

…once this is understood, and people are invited to begin to deconstruct their religious systems, individuals will either be brought to a deeper understanding and appreciation of their faith, or they may find they never really had faith in the first place. In the former case the deconstruction will enable the individual to delve deeper into an appreciation of his or her faith, while in the latter the individual will leave such things behind. Both of these are preferable to either mistaking the true miracle of faith for a system of thought or of using that system as a way of hiding from oneself a lack of faith.

Well I guess… I certainly have found myself to be in the former case most of the time, although I have to acknowledge that some of the time I perhaps slipped towards the latter.

Rollins goes on to give some consideration to the creation of spaces that allow people to explore and deconstruct.

Following on from this there is a need to continue the long Christian tradition of forming spaces in which we collectively invite, affirm and celebrate the miracle that lies behind the miraculous, beyond magic, beyond the sacred, and beyond the secular. We need to continue forming places that can render these ideas accessible at an immediate level- a level that does not depend on the contingencies of one’s education or the ability to think in abstract ways (this from Rollins?!)

The question here is not “how do we make these ideas intelligible”, for the miracle itself can be rendered intelligible only as unintelligible. What this means is that the miracle of faith is a happening, an event, that defines reduction to the realm of rational dissection…

…In contrast to forming space that will make sense only to people who are highly educated, we must endeavour to form spaces that make sense to NOBODY, regardless of the level of education- spaces that rupture everyone and cause us all to rethink

Right.

Again- I get it. Faith discovered/encountered/inspired/agitated through performance art. Or as Rollins calls it- Transformance art.

And then I think of my own community, and our experiments with worship curation. The process that Rollins describes seems so far beyond us. It is too hip, too serious, too absorbed in it’s own rhythm somehow… and I find myself slightly and surprisingly alienated.

And I find myself longing for something much simpler- where deconstruction is not the only language we use, but we also construct things that are small, but beautiful.

But I still think we need Rollins- and I am looking forward to what Ikon have to offer at Greenbelt festival this year…

Alt worship thing for GB takes shape…

Greenbelt festival beckons!

Our family have very mixed feelings. Michaela does not particularly enjoy crowds, or festival camping. Emily is just dying to get there, and me, I feel both a tingle of anticipation and a pang of dread. (William is not going this year- he was too young last year, and decided that he would rather spend the weekend with his best friend, up here in Dunoon.)

My own slight ambivalence is related to a few things…

There are so many things/people that I am looking forward to seeing/hearing. But I know that I will miss many because I will be busy, and there will also be the dreaded anticlimax in the light of the day…

Aoradh are putting together a worship installation, around the theme of TIME- geological time, historical time, lifetime, NOW then future. A few of my best friends are traveling down to the festival together to put together the installation, and this makes me very happy. (If you are at GB- this will be in the New Forms Cafe, Saturday @ 1.00. Come and say hello!)

We tried out some of the ideas a couple of weeks ago- it was lovely…

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I know from experience that doing things like this is a mixture of great fun, along with quite a lot of tension and stress. The POINT of doing it is to make a creative worship offering, in which people can engage in a journey of their own with God.

But there is also another driver- and to be honest, I think this might be a more important one as far as I am concerned. The creation of such spaces involves lots of planning and discussion and sharing within our small community. It is at this point that the life of the Spirit is visible within us. The event itself- with it’s pressure and it moments of triumph- these are a celebration of community, but not the point of it. The point of it is that we should learn to live lives of live and service, and that we should be open and real with one another.

And that is not always an easy thing to do.

Creativity can put more pressure on this too, as ego’s are involved even more fully- ‘my own little slice of expansion’ becomes very precious!

Going to Greenbelt is no small undertaking and there is a real question as to whether it is worth the time, expense and energy- as it is so far from the town and context within which we live and work here in Dunoon. However, I hope that it will offer adventure- a road trip- to those of us that go, and a chance to connect with others doing similar things- exchanging ideas and building supportive contacts.

But it will not be plain sailing- these things never are. Grace and peace be with us, Lord knows we always need it…

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I took so many lovely photographs in the Outer Hebs that I decided to change the blog banner.

The dominating feature of the islands that I remember are the waves crashing on the empty white beaches, driven by the strong winds over the long reach of the wild Atlantic.

Sure, you may need a woolly hat along with your bucket and spade, but give me these places over the Costa del Sol any day…

And for further proof here are some more photo’s taken from beach of Halaman Bay, Barra. I promise to stop the holiday pics after this!

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Shallots- lots and lots of shallots….

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Today we spent an hour nor so harvesting some veg- the first major crop from our marvelous raised beds.

We have bought no salad leaves at all this year, and the carrots and spuds that we have been picking a little at a time have to be tasted to be believed. The kids eat the carrots raw, gobbling them like mars bars.

It is one of the best things we have done to our rambling old house and garden- a chance to connect with the real business of food production, to celebrate the bounty of this unfolding creation, and to appreciate the passing seasons anew. We, the Goans, highly recommend it to anyone who has a window box.

It really is easier than you think, and the maintenance and tending of the growing crop is one of the more pleasurable chores that easily finds a place in even the busiest life. We do not use a lot of space- we have three boxes, about 8 feet square, and it is incredible what you can produce.

Now the shallots are out, we will immediately use the ground for something else- time to start thinking about winter carrots we think…

Power to to Ali in his ongoing campaign to get Argyll and Bute council to recognise their obligation to provide a decent allotment site to the folk who are crying out for one in Dunoon…

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Worship music, revisited…

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A friend asked me to get involved in playing some worship music recently. He and I used to play together quite a lot, but (as I have blogged about before, here) I have found myself deliberately stepping back from worship driven exclusively by music- or perhaps to be more accurate (if a little jaundiced)- music to pep people up for a sermon.

I think I may have posted this before-

But I do not think I am ready to leave worship music behind altogether. I continue to wonder where are the songs that will carry forward the culture that is emerging in our Christian groups and gatherings, and whether we might yet rescue something from guitar driven worship from the marketing machine that made it a sacred cow.

And wondering too whether the raw creative fun that making music can be might find a new rhythm outside the institution of formal church, and still allow small groups of Christians to worship together in meaningful, authentic and inspirational ways.

And even when we ‘plug in’ and make noise, needing space and greater organisation- I wonder too whether we can do this, but avoid the ego-worship hero stuff. Avoid the search for the next Matt Redman (who was, of course, the next Martin Smith.) I like Matt Redman by the way- some of his songs are great. Some are not. Like all song writers!

On the Tautoko network site, I made these comments ( and asked these questions)-

This is a bit confusing for me. I spent years ‘leading worship’- by which I mean playing soft folk rock choruses. I became increasingly dissatisfied with this, in terms of style, underlying theological assumptions and the exclusive one dimensional character that it brought to our collective worship.

I began a journey that will be familiar to many of you- towards older more contemplative ways to approach God, and into experiments with ‘alternative worship’.

But the love of music was still on me. It’s power to move and to unite. The beauty that comes when people join small talents to make something that is much bigger than the sum of their parts.

And as I look around me, in the wider alt. worship scene, we seem to use a lot of ambient stuff, and the odd bit of singer-songwriter creativity. But we do not sing very much. Is this because it is not cool? Or is it a pendulum swing reaction against the CCM/Worship machine that has made worship music a commodity?

In my group, we have members aged 9 to 75. And people want to sing. I have found myself digging into a 30 plus year backlog of songs and choruses looking for ‘hymns and spiritual songs’ that hold some meaning and truth that fits where our group is at.

So- a few questions…

Do you sing?
What songs still have meaning?
How does music fit with the wider alt worship stuff you are involved with?

There were a few answers. There is a lot of music out there unfamiliar to me. Songs from a Catholic tradition, or from the Iona Community (often by the brilliant John Bell– who, I contend, has also written some stinkers!)

But I am yet to feel that I am building a collection of songs that are I can sing with passion and integrity in my developing context. Sure, some of them I have carried with me- reworked old hymns, or the few songs that connect with Justice issues, and the mission of Jesus. But so much of the love-songs-slightly-reworked-to-be-religious, I simply can not sing any more- even ones I used to love.

I came across this bloke, Andy Flanagan on the Greenbelt website today- who I feel an affinity with as he seems to be a cricket fanatic and Christian socialist too. Must get along to his gig @ Greenbelt if I can.  I liked some of the words of his worship songs.

But if you know of others- songs that gather some of the hopes and dreams of this thing that is the emerging church, I would love to hear them. What songs allow you to reach up towards God and offer him something meaningful and beautiful as you gather together?

I can trade you a few that mean something to me…

All good things come to an end…

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So we are home…

After two weeks of travel, 13 different islands a holiday cottage, a posh hotel and a few campsites. We had sun, rain, wind and glorious sunsets. Waves crashed and then the water stilled to become a green blue mirror…

It was a great holiday, but it is always good to be back home.

We had an eventful last few days. The wind bent a tent pole on one of the tents, hence the posh hotel, which was a real treat (we stayed at the Isle of Barra hotel– quite a place!)

So, a few more photos, and then the let the memories linger…

off camping…

Right, we now leave luxury and head off down to the Uists, Benbecula and Barra- camping on beaches in small tents.

We expect very mixed weather, and very strong wind, but this kind of camping is the very best (as well as perhaps potentially the very worst!)

No internet- so the blogging will cease for a while!

postcards from the western fringe 8- beaches bikes and peat fires…

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Emily and I cycled to the beautiful Bosta beach.

There is a recreated Iron Age house there, and white sands, and clear blue green sea.

It was so lovely, we took Michaela and Will in the evening.

Some photos…