View from the boundary…

Lovely day today- blue skies, soaring temperatures (for us anyway- well into the twenties) and- CRICKET!

After a long start to the season during which just about every game has been rained off, today we had our single wicket competition. In case you are interested this works as a kind of tournament in which you compete against others in pairs- two overs each, with runs halved for a wicket. The rest of the team field.

And in the draw- I was paired first up with William!

Did I go easy? Could I have lived with a defeat by my 11 year old son- who will surely be giving me a thrashing soon enough?

Sorry- no I had him out 5 times in two overs. Then gave him a nice slow short one, which he put away for 4.

I was out in the quarter finals to someone bowling so slowly that it was just about impossible to get under the ball. Grrrrrr.

Here are the players- athletic honed bodies all.

The worlds coolest castle…

We have been to a music festival today- The Garden Party at Kelburn country park, just down the coast at Largs. We were only there for the day- but it was a lovely atmosphere- lots of stages in the woods with music and arty things, as well as the parks usual attractions- the secret forest and adventure play parks.

And it is home to the worlds coolest castle- covered in graffiti art. It was meant to be temporary, as the planners will not let a castle be anythig other than boring.

Painting over this will be a shame though don’t you think? We have loads of normal castles in Scotland- we should have at least one like this-

Wanted- your front door!

I have just enjoyed a lovely evening with some of the Aoradh gang planning some activities we have up and coming- including a worship installation for Greenbelt Festival.

As part of this, we intend making a photo montage of images of people standing next to their front doors.

We live in a culture that has come to worship the housebrick. Lawrence Lewellyn-Bowen as the high priest! The idea we have is to turn upside down the house-worship idolatry thing- and re-imagine  homes as places of hospitality, where we might seek to love and serve those outside.

So- we would love to be able to use a photo of YOU- stood next to your front door! We will use these images, along with ones that Andy and I will take up here, to be part of some projections, and also to make an image of a cross in which the different photos form pixels (like the famous Myra Hindley picture made out of childrens hand prints.)

You might like to see this as a kind of prayer/act of commitment.

If you would like to take part- send a photo of yourself (and your family if you like) stood next to your front door to me here- chris@goan.fsnet.co.uk

Here is the first one!

Perfected Intentions :: ALTER VIDEO MAGAZINE

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Saw this today- it made me smile. And think again about the people that influence me- and make me want to be better.

There are lots of other interesting video clips on the Alter Video Site too…

The religious power invested in objects

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I watched this film last night- a documentary tracing the journey through one and half millennia of religious objects, saints remains and art made out of body parts.

My personal favourite was a little silver case containing the eyeball of a Catholic priest hung drawn and quartered some time around the reformation in England. Body parts were parboiled and displayed around town- at which point some brave soul popped out an eye ball to save as a keepsake.

What I was less aware of was the fact that for hundreds of years, in order to celebrate mass, the relics of saints were required- contained in mini- altars and often invested with huge power and wealth. It was this trade in body parts and objects- from the thorn crown of Jesus and bits of the ‘true cross’. to fragments of bone and hair purported to be from saints old and new that was one of the targets of the Reformation.

Certainly, growing up in an Evangelical reformed tradition we found all such things ludicrous- idolatrous and heretical even. They were one of the more visible things that seperated us still from any close relationship with the Catholic tradition.

Of course- we had our own objects of sanctification- I remember in one church I belonged to there was a carved communion table, which was moved about three meters- leading to bloody revolt by some members of the congregation.

The power of the symbol, and the anchor that connection to people who have gone before us in faith- these things seem to me to be important still.

As I watched the programme I was amazed at the obvious power that the objects had over the presenter- and also on me. It was difficult to be cynical in the face of such obvious veneration.

Having said all that- like most of our religion- it clearly had the capacity to go badly wrong. All that mad trading, and competition to get the best objects. And the possibility that the objects become more important than the object of the objects.

There is a shorter clip of the opening of a mini altar and examination of some remains (including hair supposed to have belonged to St John) here. In fact- I will add this video as a different post, as it is quite something.

I do not believe that I have any right to doubt the devotion of people who made objects like these, or who worshiped around them. Whilst I might not seek to collect any bits of saints to give meaning to my faith- I do believe that my experience of God is enhanced by symbols- by spaces and by objects within them.

New website for Sgath an Tighe…

I have spent much of this weekend working on our new website for all things Sgath an Tighe. I hinted at a possible change of direction for the family recently- well here it is made real in cyber space!

Eventually this will be a portal for a number of different things happening in or around out house-

  • Self catering accommodation (already available)
  • B and B accommodation (still a work in progress)
  • Craft workshops (Blue Sky programme is on the website)
  • Crafts- woodworking, pottery, all sorts of other things
  • Retreats- both in the house and wilderness retreats
  • Photography
  • Writing
  • Information about our lovely area
The website is still under development, but there is a lot there already. I have used a wordpress platform, which has not been without the odd frustration, but is mostly OK, even to a relative novice like me.
Call by and let me know what you think!

Is there hope for Evangelicalism yet?

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10-15 years ago, when I was attending a fairly large Evangelical Church near Preston- more or less everything this church seems to stand for, I would have celebrated enthusiastically. I loved the Church I attended, and the wonderful people it contained (I still do) although I felt considerable frustration about how isolated we were from engagement with real need in our communities.

Although to be honest, I spent most of my time behind an instrument of one sort or another, so my rhetoric did not necessarily match my actions.

As time went on, these frustrations grew- it was ever more obvious to me how Church can suck you in then suck you dry, and how activists within church spend all their time serving the machinery of the church, with little room left for anything else.

These days, I suspect that there would be a lot about Frontline Church in Liverpool that  I would struggle with- in terms of theology, world view and underlying culture. Not to mention the politics.

But I am grateful that there are places like this still.

Grace factories.

And although grace can not really be manufactured, where people are motivated by their faith towards acts of love- then we should rejoice…

As John Harris puts it in the Guardian-

The next day I meet a former sex worker, now apparently off drugs, set on somehow starting college and a regular Frontline worshipper. “I was a prostitute and a drug addict for 11, 12 years – maybe more,” she tells me. “God is so forgiving – he wants me to win.” Wider society, she says, is “too judgmental … it’s: ‘That’s a prostitute, that’s a drug addict.’ They don’t want to know.” And how has the church helped her? “Oh, it saved my life,” she shoots back. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for this church.”

A question soon pops into my head. How does a militant secularist weigh up the choice between a cleaned-up believer and an ungodly crack adict?

On being uncertain of place…

I liked this quote (via Emergent Village.)

I think it is true- whilst wondering at how easily it is to fall into a place that is cushioned and safe- particularly if (like me) you are rather too used to the feeling of being an outsider- strange in the midst strangers…

When I reflect back on my life so far, many of the most pivotal moments have occurred around tabernacle-like events: a surprising conversation that changed the course of my life, a chance encounter with a person who would became a lifelong friend, or a memorable moment when my imagination was stirred by a divine whisper that would sustain me through dark times ahead.

It’s no accident that these liminal experiences so often occur when we are far from home and in the company of strangers. We are generally more open to the movement of the Spirit when we are uncertain of our place.

Mark Scandrette