Aoradh Pentecost Bonfire…

Just back from our Pentecost bonfire meet on Ardentinny Beach. It was great!

We went all 80’s and did some parachute games! I have not done this for years, and it was a hoot!

Then we scooped the edge underneath and sat in our own flappy tent- whilst Paul told the story of the disciples in the upper room, and coming of the Spirit. A great gust hit our parachute tent just as he got to the mighty rushing wind bit too!

Then we put prayers on paper doves, to hang in the trees.

Then we read the passage from Galatians 5 where Paul talks about the fruit of the Spirit- here are a few bits, with my emphases-

Galatians 5, 13-26

It is absolutely clear that God has called you to a free life. Just make sure that you don’t use this freedom as an excuse to do whatever you want to do and destroy your freedom. Rather, use your freedom to serve one another in love; that’s how freedom grows.

My counsel is this: Live freely, animated and motivated by God’s Spirit. Then you won’t feed the compulsions of selfishness. For there is a root of sinful self-interest in us that is at odds with a free spirit, just as the free spirit is incompatible with selfishness.

But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.

Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives.

Each of us is an original.

And recognising that we needed help, we then made a long prayer flag out of strips of foil with words from the passage above on- then flew it in the wind from a kite pole.

Finally, as a way of thinking about moving back into the world, we planted some flowers in tubs, and committed ourselves to placing them on other people’s doorsteps as a kind of guerrilla gardening project. Ours are already placed!

Oh- then we had a barbecue, and ate a lot.

Andy brought his camper van and gas barbie, so we ate well, and we ate in luxury!

Aoradh daily meditation- Justin’s lovely poem…

After a short break, Aoradh have continued the daily meditation by e-mail thing.

I think we had a break because life gets in the way of such daily production- particularly when only a few folk are really keen on the discipline of writing daily, or creating daily.

But we have started again- with help! If you would like to be added to the circulation list, and so receive a (more or less) daily e-mail, drop me a line

Thanks to the joy of the internet, connections are possible over hundreds- even thousands of miles, so it is that we have had two ‘guest’ contributors to our daily meditations last week and this week.

Last week we had a lovely selection of quotes and pictures from Dorothy Neilsen.

This week, poetry by Justin Heap (from Nashville, Tennessee, USA) which I am really looking forward to as, well- poetry is my thing! And also because Justin can write like this- his first meditation of the week…

You will die. Let these be words

to prove hope in light of faith,

words to grow heavy on the chest

to prove light in hope of faith,

that resurrection always

follows death in this kingdom.

Take what you will, taw and busk,

for rich soil always welcomes poor

seeds looking to change, to live.

Thanks Justin- beautiful!

Pentecost bonfire tomorrow…

So- we remember the beginning of church, through the inspiration of the Spirit of God coming to live in and through us.

If you are local- come and join Aoradh for our Pentecost beach bonfire- Sunday, 3.30 on Ardentinny beach. Bring something to throw on a BBQ, but more importantly- bring yourself!

I saw this clip today- and it hit me with what a wonderful thing the church is- full of hope and good things…

And on a day when Archbish Williams got himself in to some controversy by making some political statements (well done Rowan I say!) here he is speaking about Pentecost-

 

A few photos of our annex…

Here are a couple more snaps of our annex– we are still sorting out a few more bits and pieces (first guests the week after next!) slowed down somewhat by me being flat out because of a back problem most of this week.

I will post a few more when we have completed our tidy up.

It is attached to our house, but totally self contained. Downstairs there is a kitchen (with washing machine), a lounge with an open fire, while upstairs there is a double room, and a room with two bunk beds. I’ll post some photo’s when I get around to taking them!

The annex is within our garden- complete with chickens and veg beds, and a large table and chairs that you are welcome to use should the sun be shining. Which it does sometimes honest!

We charge £250 a week, inclusive of gas and electricity.

Father Ray comes out…


I have been thinking a little about this issue again recently- partly because of the film above, but also because sexuality is a subject that always seems to get people in the church steamed up.

The other day, my nephew Josh posted a link on FB to this organisation in America- Truth Ministry- Healing From Homosexuality Through Jesus Christ.  Josh was not particularly complementary- and I have posted about my feelings in relation to these ‘ministries’ before- here and here for example.

The root of all this has nothing to do with therapy- and little to do with ministry- rather it is all to do with how we understand scripture.

Father Ray seems a decent bloke- although the film above (despite his stated wish to avoid controversy and upset) was clearly made as a political statement by a man who is not averse to risk taking. It does humanise the debate again though- which is something I am a lot more comfortable with than trying to make rigid theological arguments.

I wonder when this will all be behind us? I think it will be one of those things that we (the Church) will look back on and wonder how we got so steamed up about it all.

Thy will be gun…

Thanks to Graham for this- it hits at the heart of the ‘Christian Nation’ nonsense, at a time when the worlds only superpower is starting to decline…

America stands in a long line of previous Empires who employ Jesus as a military-industrial figurehead to justify all sorts of things that are simply incompatible with any understanding of what Jesus died for. From Constantine to Queen Victoria.

The uncertainties over the emergence of the New Testament…

Above is an image of fragment p52– first half of the second century after Jesus- a credit card sized fragment of the Gospel of John- possibly dating from less than 50 years after the book of John was written.

However, we do not have a complete book of John until hundreds of years later. How many copies of copies of copies of copies were made before P52 came into being? How many since? How many different language barriers crossed? How many different cultural contexts mixed within?

A couple of hundred years ago, John Mill looked at 100 early manuscripts written in Greek- 30.000 places where the Greek texts differ from one another. Most do not matter- accidental mistakes by scribes. Leaving out words, verses- even pages.

Some matter rather more- some appear to be intentional variations from the copied text- where the text appears to be changed to match with a developing theology. The changes get rid of potential problems in subtle ways.

Does any of this matter?

Well if you are a follower of Jesus- YES. Even if you are not- it matters too, as the building blocks of so much of our culture were made from understandings (or sometimes misunderstandings) of these scriptures.

Christians from my tradition were schooled in the idea that the collected works of the Bible are the inspired complete and sufficient work of God. The writings are reliable, and contain no contradictions that we are not capable of coming to some understanding of, given the correct interpretive goggles.

The problem, of course, with this way of interpreting the works of the Bible, is that it is all or nothing. The Bible is either the BIBLE, or it is nothing. It is either sacred, or it is worthless. We are back into the range of what Richard Rohr, and others, calls the error of ‘non dual’ thinking.

But other Christians will point to a different way of understanding scripture- as a gloriously imperfect set of writings that record the attempts of people to engage with a mysterious Living God, and to live in the ways of his son Jesus. In these writings, we see mirror images of ourselves, and saturating the whole- is the love of God, and the call to adventure in the cause of the Kingdom of God.

In this understanding- it is not either or- but both-and. The books of the Bible were written by people whose work was inspired by engagement with the Spirit. But they might also contain elements that are flawed, partisan and from a cultural and historical context alien to ours. The writings might well have been shaped by translators and copyists over the years- because they were always invested with such meaning- or employed to support a meaning that may never have been there in the first time. Some of this shaping is subtle, and may even have not been intentional.

This debate is contained really well in this debate (the voice seems to be out of sync with the images though!)

 

I recently confessed to a leaning towards what I would describe as a more human origin in the authorship of our scriptures- and how accepting this is not a negation of these writings, but might also bring a sense of release and freedom from an ill fitting straight jacket of legalistic religiosity. Most of this was in relation to a reflection on the Old Testament passages that I had found so difficult. How about the works that record the words and deeds of Jesus?

Because this is even more important for we, his followers.

So- here is my current take on these things too…

Jesus is described in the book of Peter as a ‘Stone to make men stumble and a rock to make them fall.’ This possibly applies more than anything to our religion- given Jesus’ intolerance of the rigid doctrines of his day. Therefore we might expect our religion to be tripped up by- Jesus. And out religion is often codified by our interpretation of the Bible.

The New Testament is a collection of some outrageously revolutionary books written by early seekers after the New Kingdom. They did not get it all sorted. They were not God-parrots, but God-seekers.

Our role is to test scripture, as well as to be tested by it. We are to be not passive receivers, but active engagers, listening for the voice of the Spirit, and paying particular attention to the life and examples found in the stories told about Jesus.

All scripture is USEFUL- said Paul. He was not able to say ‘essential’ in the same way as others understand it now- as much of it was not yet written in his time. Which suggests yet again, that we might sometimes be guilty of over emphasis- even idolatry.

But it remains our starting point, our rudder and our trampoline.

Lets bounce.

A day of mixed blessings…

We had a lovely day yesterday- on the whole.

We were up and away on the 7 AM ferry because Michaela, Emily and Danielle participated in the Race For Life which took place on Glasgow Green- a 5K run/walk in aid of cancer research. Michaela walked- taking around 40-50 mins, Emily and Danielle ran and took around 25 mins. Well done!

It was a bitter sweet moment- as everyone running had the names of people on their backs- survivors and sufferers of cancer, and people no longer with us. We remembered most Michaela’s step father Robert whose died just over a year ago.

Unfortunately, whilst standing around and NOT running, my back suddenly went into spasm. It may have been some kind of empathetic response to all these thousands of exercising women, or it could have been associated with a hard day of DIY the day before.

I managed to hobble back to the car and take a handful of pain killers, but our next destination was Edinburgh, where Will and I were due to play a cricket match against a Royal Botanical Gardens Cricket Club side- an old fixture between our clubs, competing for our own little ‘Ashes’ urn.

When we arrived I could not get out the car- but I then did manage to free up a little- and being the first match of the season that has not been rained off, I was really keen to play, so out I went. Movement helped, and I managed to send down a few overs of arthritic wrist spin- 4 overs, no wickets for 12 runs. Beat the bat a few times, took an edge that was missed.

On the whole we got tonked- they rattled up 176 off 40 overs.

I went in to bat at number 4 with 40 odd to our score- not looking good. I blocked out the pace man whose tail was up and then took guard against a spinner, eyeing up a short boundary. I let the first one go by, but then had a go at the second- a bit of a stiff-back swing at one that kept low and under edged on to the stumps. Out. Blast.

William went in at number 6- and fared rather better! He looked very small- the youngest player by far. Campbell was batting well at the other end, and had a chat between each over- instructing Will to block out the bowlers- which he did, for around 5 overs- finishing with one run, but a whole lot of respect from the opposition! Even if he did put his Dad to shame.

We lost by the way- making around 120 all out.

Finally, we met my brother Steve, his wife Kate and wee Jamie and went for a meal- before catching the last ferry (midnight) home.

This morning we all slept in- kids late for school. I can barely move, so my plan to go walking with Simon is done for. But it was a good day. Full of good people.

And cricket.

Holiday accommodation- our annex…

I spent today repairing and painting the door to our annex, along with a load of other jobs today.

We are slowly improving the annex- it has been used for longer lets over the past few years, but we decided that it would be good to offer it for use as holiday accommodation.

I put up a TV aerial too,so we could install digital TV- it is strange how installation of television somehow makes a place feel more established- more home like…

If you are looking for accommodation in the West of Scotland, then you might be interested in in our cosy annex.

The area around where we live is stunningly beautiful- check out the Visit Cowal website. Or check out some of the photos on my flickr site (on the left of this blog.)

It is attached to our house, but totally self contained. Downstairs there is a kitchen (with washing machine), a lounge with an open fire, while upstairs there is a double room, and a room with two bunk beds. I’ll post some photo’s when I get around to taking them!

The annex is within our garden- complete with chickens and veg beds, and a large table and chairs that you are welcome to use should the sun be shining. Which it does sometimes honest!

We charge £250 a week, inclusive of gas and electricity.

You would be welcome…

Looking forward…

I have spent a lot of time over the last year or so looking forward. Dreaming of new things, hoping for new directions, making little steps towards…

I am not sure where it has left me- there are a few balls still in the air that I am juggling- but it has left me a little short of energy for NOW.

I am am a dreamer- a looker towards the far horizon. When things happen for me, I am often not fully satisfied- partly because I am  too critical of things I have done, but also because I tend to continue to look at things from a certain distance. There is the me who is here, but also the me watching from over there.

This will make sense to some of you- others will think I am bonkers.

But as anyone who has spent time in any kind of therapy will tell you- the measure of its effectiveness will be the degree to which we are fully present- fully within the moment.

As anyone who has tried to live a contemplative/spiritual life will tell you- cynical objectivity is no route to any kind of enlightenment.

So one of the things I try to consciously put myself to is an awareness of NOW. Some things help me do this- Michaela, poetry, wild places, music with Emily, cricket with William.

But I all too easily lift my eyes again- the horizon is calling. It is not that I do not love the things/people I live with- it is just that there is this pull towards something else- even when I struggle to define what this something else might be.

Today has been a case in point. I spent a lovely day with Michaela- she had to go to hospital for a scan, and so we took a drive to Balmaha on the shores of Loch Lomond and became tourists for the afternoon- walking in the bright sunlight, eating ice creams.

Days like these- moments like these- are precious.