Taking the 666 flight to Hell…

Tegel Airport To Close In 2012

 

A few years ago Aoradh set up a prayer room/Labyrinth in an old Shop. It was as ever a wonderful mix of manic busyness, stress, significant conversations and deep moments of grace. In the middle of all of this, I looked over to see one of my friends being prodded in the chest by a local Pastor who obviously had some problem with what we were doing. He was shouting something about ‘You people think you are the only people doing anything in this town’. My friend dealt with it really well (ie he did not smack him between the eyes in the name of Jesus) but most of us were rather shocked and upset by his nonsensical outburst.

The fact that people whose only perspective of who God might be is viewed through a very narrow Conservative Evangelical set of goggles might have theological issues with what we do is a not a surprise of course. This perspective sees the duty of all Christians as saving people from eternal torment in the fires of hell. This has always included most other ‘Christians’, who are not really saved as they do not hold the same views.

A couple of years later I (reluctantly) attended a churches together Carol singing session at the middle of my small town. I was rather dreading it- standing in the middle of the central street next to speakers relaying music being played by a fiddly group inside a church. The aforementioned Pastor was there too, along with great handfuls of tracts and books intended to spread a particularly strenuous version of the ‘Good News’.

He strode over towards me, and I cringed. Was he going to challenge me over some other Aoradh unBiblical error? What he did was to thrust a tract in my hand, and say “Here you go, you need one of these.”

I was reminded of this by this story, posted by a friend on Facebook.

Anyone fancy joining us on the Friday the 13th Fin Air flight number 666 to Hel?

It is lovely there this time of year.

Gove et al- did they arrive here via a Victorian time warp?

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(Sorry- more politics. I did not quite get it all out my system yesterday.)

I have been thinking about what moral imperatives drive the current Tory led government coalition. There have to be some, or how else can they stand firm against the voices of protest? How else can they ignore expert advice, or most recently, even the United Nations?

Some might suggest that their policies coincide with the interests of those who already have power wealth and property, and want to keep it- the old Marx class war stuff. Whilst this might well drive all sorts of undercurrents of power people do not often make political decisions according to naked self interest. Rather they have complex systems of values, obligations and loyalties that drive the story they place themselves in.

Then again there is the suggestion that some Bullingdon Club/Old Etonian discussion about how young Tories connect with the great unwashed resulted in one too many drunken drive home with a certain kind of taxi driver- you know the kind; full of talk about how the country is going to dogs because there are too many scroungers and immigrants and not enough hanging and flogging. However, I think we need to remember that our government, no matter how much we may think it at times, is made of up of highly intelligent individuals full of drive and ambition.

No, it has to be something else- some other well of ideology they they are drawing inspiration from…

I think I have it.

Let me throw you back a hundred and fifty years or so to a time when a relatively young Queen Victoria was on the throne. Britain was ‘Great’, in the sense that we had no real challengers to the power of our Empire. We pretty much took what ever we wanted from all over the world. Our industry was booming, our trade routes enforced by gunboat diplomacy. The rich man was building ever bigger castles whilst the poor man stayed at his gate. Or rather, worked in his factory, or up his chimney. That is the Britain that we all want to live in, right? That is a Britain that we all aspire to return to?

Or let me put it this way;

Education

Rigour, discipline, concentration of narrow canon- the classics, the three Rs. So called ‘experts’ are to be treated with derision. The Education of our workforce is the thing- we educate for productivity, and leave a door half way open for those who might become Mill Managers, NCOs or Empire Administrators.

Welfare

People have to work or starve. There is room for benevolent philanthropy, but only for the deserving poor. The rest need to be treated with a tough dose of reality.

Health

The quality of medicine you are entitled to depends on how much individuals can afford to spend on it. There are other health services, but these are patchy, poorly equipped and perhaps ill judged.

Human rights

The only overarching right is Freedom- Freedom to prosper through hard work, application and free trade. This freedom does not extend to foreigners, or anyone who threatens the status quo, or the entitlement of those in power to live with the benefits that power brings.l

Criminal justice

Punish those who commit crime with as much severity as possible, so that they will learn the error of their ways. Even better, remove people from society permanently. Ship them off somewhere else with a one way ticket.

Industrial relations

The workers are there to work. If an employer kills or maims his workforce this is reprehensible as this injures productivity. Beyond this, let the market decide.

I could go on, but I am sure you get my point.

Next time you see Cameron on TV, think of the great Tory Hero, Benjamin Disraeli.  Minus the novels. And the personality. And the Jewishness.

When you hear Gove sound off against the feckless poor who are visiting our new Vicorian soup Kitchens/food banks, or dismissing research based opposition to his education policies as ‘badly misguided lobby’, think about the poor houses and Samuel Smiles’s ‘Self Help’.

It all starts to make a lot more sense.

Brazilians and the Bedroom tax…

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(Political rant warning. But hey, its MY blog, and I am angry…)

I was in a meeting in Argyll fairly recently in which a presentation was made about the likely impact of the bedroom tax (whereby council tenants are lose benefit for under-occupying homes deemed too large for their needs) on the people of Argyll. Two things stick in my mind- firstly the description of the number of people likely to be affected by the bedroom tax, next the number of available one bedroom properties for these folk to move into. The first number exceeded the second one by about 4 to 1.

The next thing that I remember was a Councillor raising a point of order with the chair because of the use of the term ‘bedroom tax’. He rightly pointed out that it is actually called the ‘under occupancy penalty’. You can guess that he was a supporter, but also that he was wasting his breath as the ‘bedroom tax’ label is here to stay.

This and the mess of other largely punitive changes brought in by the Welfare Reform Act 2012 should be a cause of shame on our government. Why are we allowing them to punish parts of society directly impacted by the greed of those who are currently profiting from austerity?

Where are the voices of opposition?

There have been a few raised by the Church, but too few.

Step forward the United Nation’s rapporteur on housing Raquel Rolnik, over here on a visit to examine the impact of our social housing. This is what she said;

In her preliminary report, Rolnik broadened her attack on the bedroom tax first revealed by the Guardian, to other concerns, including the effect of benefit caps and fears that decentralisation of planning laws in Northern Ireland might lead to “increased sectarianism and discrimination”. She warned that housing benefit caps would make moving to the private rented sector increasingly difficult for those on low incomes, and complained that homes were now allowed to stand empty in London and elsewhere because they had been sold to international buyers as financial assets.

The system for helping the poor in Britain had been weakened by “a series of measures over the years, notably by having privileged home-ownership over other forms of tenure”, said Rolnik.

She cited the government’s “help to buy” scheme and failure to replace homes removed from social housing by two decades of tenants’ right to buy their council homes. “It is possible to stimulate the economy and construction industry if you provide more social housing and affordable housing,” Rolnik said, adding that such a recommendation would be made in her final report.

She also warned over increasing stigma being shown toward Gypsies, Travellers and Roma struggling to find accommodation. She had concerns too about provision for refugees and asylum seekers. Rolnik did say Britain had set an example in the way it had renovated old social housing estates and praised its mixed communities and lack of segregation.

From The Guardian

The government is furious- calling (with no small irony) the report ‘scandalous’.  They have since tried hard to attack Rolnik personally, suggesting she comes from a country where millions live in poverty, and somehow implying that her report is rogue and goes further than it ought to have done.

The truth is that when a government has to deal with the United Nations questioning the negative impact of its own policies towards the most needy members of its societies surely it ought to feel shame.

And surely we, the citizens of the country should hold to account that government?

In this age of fractured splintered self interest, perhaps it takes a Brazilian to look into our country and see things the way they are.

What a weekend…

Sitting here rather tired…

On Saturday a day Michaela and I have been rather dreading arrived- Emily, our lovely daughter, was starting University in Stirling. We filled the car with stuff and headed out there to settle her in her new environment. She has a lovely room overlooking greenery and lakes, and has already started making new friends, but at the same time it was rather emotionally exhausting. Emily leaves a very big hole now she is not in the house- she is simply so vibrant and alive and altogether wonderful. I feel a nostalgic photograph coming on…

Michaela and Emily- 2003

Still, her life moves on, as does ours. They day after was our wedding anniversary- 23 years married. We celebrated it with- cricket!

We drove down to Manchester from Stirling (along with William) and stayed in the hotel that is part of the stands at Old Trafford, then attended the second ODI between England and Australia. For the record, England lost, but we had a great day in a great atmosphere. Apparently we were the centre of some crowd shots on the TV- both the Sky footage and the highlights on Channel 5. So photogenic of course; how could they not?

We then haired back up to Scotland and missed the 10.30PM ferry by about 2 minutes- that sickening feeling as you watch it pull away from the pier as you are trapped behind a car doing 25 MPH. This meant waiting at the terminal for the last ferry at midnight.

Still, I am not in a hurry to do much this morning. I have some sculptures to complete and some writing to do.

Whilst doing this I will attempt to count my blessings, but they are rather numerous and arithmetic has never been my strongest skill…

By the way, whilst talking about cricket, the season stats for Greenock are on line. Amazingly I am 4th in the batting averages. Which is indicative of a rather poor season! Still, there is always next year, when I think it likely that Williams averages will be much better than mine. It is the order of things, we decline, and our kids increase.

We would have it no other way…

Old trafford, England Australia

Exiles, east of Eden…

My mate Graham posted this today- a lovely Martin Joseph song that I had not heard before;

The song plugs in to quite a few new and old thoughts/conversations. Time for an old poem I think, written for a Greenbelt worship event;

There is this story from the beginning of us
Of brothers who started to measure their relative success
It began with small things –
the domestic injustices, the long silences

One brother loved the wild places
The freedom of the forest – to hunt the deer and gather the low fruit
He could bear no borders

The other was a man of industry
He fenced the land
and turned the earth to fields
And the land was bountiful
His store houses were overflowing
In this he was vulnerable

Somehow these things became a wall between them –
Leading to violence
And death.

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You are placed under a curse and can no longer farm the soil. It has soaked up your brother’s blood as if it had opened its mouth to receive it when you killed him. If you try to grow crops, the soil will not produce anything; you will be a homeless wanderer on the earth.

And Cain said to the Lord, This punishment is too hard for me to bear. You are driving me off the land and away from your presence. I will be a homeless wanderer on the earth, and anyone who finds me will kill me.

But the Lord answered,
No. If anyone kills you, seven lives will be taken in revenge. So the Lord put a mark on Cain to warn anyone who met him not to kill him. And Cain went away from the Lord’s presence and lived in a land called –

Wandering…
…which is east of Eden

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We think we were the first to ever feel

The first to dream of higher places
The first to fall
The first to scream at sharp things
The first to feel that indescribable sting
called love

The first to make music
The first to feel shame shrinking
our callow souls
The first to seek the promised land
The first to eat from the tree
Called puberty

We were not

Long before light could be conjured
by a switch
Men and women sat around fires and
dreamed of starflight
They rose high above the flat old earth
Pregnant with new possibilities
Favour rested on their fields

But every generation grows and leaves home
We make and break and forge our own magnificence
And these palaces we build need solid doors
To protect what is mine
From what you will never have
And we wander – marked like Cain
East of Eden

Sometimes it seems that you and me
Have spent forever
Looking for a way
Back

Giving hospitality…

sgath an tighe

We have had a house full of (paying) guest over the past week- here for the Cowal Highland Gathering.

Highland Dancers from Newcastle.

A family of highly creative folk from France and London, including a jazz musician, an opera singer and a life model.

Michaela and I cooked 31 cooked breakfasts (once at 6am!) cleaned constantly, changed bedding every third day, and in the middle had time to do some pottery, some wood carving and bits of socialising. It has been a busy hectic week, but we have both enjoyed it enormously. It helped that our guests were so lovely of course, but just the process of welcoming others into our space with other people is such a simple pleasurable act.

Michaela in particular is really good at those little touches that make people feel that special effort has been made- place mats with hand lettered quotes, suggestions of places to go and things to do, etc etc. Mostly (particularly in the morning) I kept out of the way and worked in the kitchen. On one occasion whilst delivering some toast I was accused of sending it sliding down the table western bar style- with no small amount of elan I thought!

Weekends like this when the house is so full gives hope for the future of our mixed economy way of making a living. It will always be marginal, and Cowal Games comes but once a year, but it kind of fits with who we are.

This week an old friend from Bolton is using the Annex- I have not seen her for 10 years and it will be lovely to catch up with her news.

Our big old house is a demanding old aunt, but at last it feels like she has softened into genial old age…

Come and see for yourselves!