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That word- ‘Faith’…
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1-3
I think the word ‘faith’ is one that I overuse.
This is possibly because it can be a rather generous, non-specific word with which to describe personal, private belief. I use it in this way more as a badge of introspective spirituality rather than a declaration of religious conviction.
Because conviction, certainty and clarity of belief have simply never come easy to me. The words of Hebrews above easily rang out as evidence of my failure- my lack of faith. Others seem to have no such spiritual weakness. They are like St Paul. I am like St Thomas.
Today however, an analogy came to me.
I was thinking about another noble human characteristic- courage. Most of my generation have never had their measure of courage tested by war or extreme adversity- but we are all stirred by stories of those who have.
The spitfire pilots of the Battle of Britain who took to the skies against overwhelming odds. The men steeling themselves to climb a wooden ladder to almost certain death as the whistle blew to start an attack in the Somme.
And if these images are a little too martial for your tastes, then we might also mention the man who stood before a line of tanks in Tiananmen Square armed with nothing more than a flower, or those who push themselves beyond the outer limits of human endurance in the high Himalayas, or the polar icecaps.
Some of these people seem to be over blessed with courage. Or perhaps under concerned with fear.
And this courage can be like a force of nature- it can be transformative, inspirational and raise for us an ideal that we can all aspire to. Or at least admire from afar.
At the same time though, this kind of courage can be blind, foolish and self seeking. It can be abused by others (and ourselves) and is easily allied to causes far less noble. In this way, perhaps courage can be dangerous.
And it can also be deceptive- because courage is an entirely subjective experience. Who knows what measure of fear was overcome by the people who achieved such admirable feats in the face of adversity? Were they naive and uninformed? Dulled by some kind of narcotic? Driven by deeper demons?
Or was their courage merely a front- a means to force down the fear, and despite all their lack of confidence and self belief- to press ahead anyhow?
Does this work for you as an analogy of how faith might also be an active force in our lives?
In his book ‘How (not) to speak of God’ (which I loved) Pete Rollins talks about (a)theism. Contained in all our ideas about God is also the fact that what we know is incomplete, imperfect and error strewn. He would contend that the only honest way to approach God is to start from the point of (a)theism- where our theories about God are confronted with our unknowing.
I too have come to believe that belief in God is an amalgam of all these things-
Our faith and our doubt
Our knowledge and our uncertainties
Our crowning confidence and crippling fears about the future
Our theology and the place where theories fail
Our transcendent experiences of the divine and our plunges into Godless darkness
Times of declarative joyful certainty, and nights of lonely doubt
Times when the fragrance of the presence of God hangs in the air, and times when all is meaningless and barren
Times just to hold on to the hem of hope
And after it all, there is still
God.
Letting some air out of pneumatic church…
This afternoon some of the Aoradh crowd met up with Peter and Dorothy Neilson for a chat.
Peter and Dorothy are the parents of one of the Aoradh crew- Pauline B, and apart from just the pleasure of sharing a long cup of tea, it was great to talk of church- what is, what has been and what might be to come.
Peter is particularly well qualified to talk of these things as he was the convener of the Church of Scotland’s ‘Church without walls’ report. At present, he divides his time between Church consultancy work, running retreats with Dorothy, and no doubt a hundred other things.
Today we discussed the story of Aoradh and Peter was able to talk of how our development fits into a wider experience of faith inside/outside church in Scotland. Some of this we knew about, but a lot we did not. Scotland is a small place (in terms of numbers of people,) but as we have discussed before, we are not well networked.
For instance, he talked about his involvement with Coracle in Edinburgh, who are doing some interesting things.
Peter also used a phrase that made me smile- suggesting that Church in the past had tended to be Pneumatic- it sucked you in, then sucked you dry.
He was of the opinion that the development of small communities who live out faith through small ritual and celebration may well be part of the future of church.
And in so doing, we might let go some of the need to suck- and remember also to breathe out…
Cricket…
I have avoided any mention of cricket during England’s recent triumph over Australia in the Ashes, but today Will and I sort of joined the local cricket team…
We went to a coaching session advertised in the paper, and had a great time, although I am aching in familiar cricket muscles that have been dormant since my last serious playing days.
Which were 20 years ago!
William is obsessed with cricket- which to this particular father is a great thing- and in this case, gave me an excuse to join in. I particularly enjoyed a serious batting session, smashing the ball all over the sports hall.
While we are talking about the Ashes, I came accross England Spinner Graeme Swann’s you tube diary the other day, and it made me laugh- the man seems to have some genuine comic timing. Here is a sample-
‘Test of Faith’ film and evolution…
A couple of years ago I blogged about the then up and coming film ‘Test of Faith‘. Here is the trailer-
I had forgotten about the film until reminded recently by Pauline A, and have still not watched the whole thing- although there are lots of clips now on you tube as well as the link above.
The science/religion debate is an old itch that I keep having to scratch. I am not entirely sure why… this was the subject of long discussions with an old friend, no longer with us, and his voice still forms part of the debates in my head.
But I have no interest in ‘proving’ or ‘disproving’ anything- and most of the technical debate just passes me by. However, I am driven to grapple with what it all means– how it relates to the bigger picture.
And also- how we people of faith can remain open and honest when faced with apparently challenging and oppositional science. This has been a subject of some recent conversations, so I thought that a fresh post on this issue might help me (and hopefully you) to have a chew on this issue again…
In another previous post I said this-
I believe that the poem of life that has been given to us in Genesis is true. I am not a scientist, or a theologian – I am a poet. For poets, truth is given not as a blue print, or a mathematical equation, although these things are wonderful and creative in their own right. Poems bring meaning and beauty in the abstract, in order to make clear the obvious. They are often far more concerned with the ‘why’ questions than the ‘what’ or the ‘how’. Poets should have no fear of scientists, who speak a different language.
As for those of us who have faith in the Creator God, I think we should also have no fear as we read the poem of life from the beginning of Genesis. We do not need to defend, or to stand against the scientific community. It makes us look stupid. Think of those folk in an earlier age who found their world view challenged by those who said that the world was not flat, and that rather than the sun turning around the earth, in fact we seemed to orbit the sun. This was the theological dynamite of the medieval age, and as such, was an idea suppressed by the religious powers of the day.
But God is not defined or limited by science – his was the art that birthed the science in the first place.
There remains however, the issue of evolution- a grand theory that has been used and misused for 150 years to try to make sense of the science. (There is a list of broad positions that Christians appear to have taken up in relation to this issue here.)
A theory that has almost total support in the scientific world in it’s broadest sense. How then do Christian scientists make sense of faith in the face of such a dominant hegemony? The film seems to deal with this really well- here are a few clips that are well worth watching-
Finally- after all the debates- lets return to the book of the Bible that perhaps above all contains the human search for the meaning behind life- the book of Job-
Making fire and longing for spring…
I am longing for spring.
It always happens to me around this time of the year. Not because winter isn’t beautiful, but rather because spring releases something in me. It is a physical thing, as well as a psychological/spiritual thing.
The days open up and lengthen with a soft green light.
New life is everywhere- every leaf, every lamb, every bracken shoot is a bursting with hope and potential.
And I can start to linger again in wild places- perhaps in my new camping hammock! A present from Michaela for Christmas. I am still not sure exactly how sleeping in a hammock under a tarpaulin will compare to a tent, but I am looking forward to finding out.
The other essential ingredient to such a trip is this one-
Here in Scotland, as opposed to England, sensible and sensitive use of small campfires is permissable- check out the Scottish Outdoor Access Code. This is a controversial issue- as in high pressure beauty spots such as Loch Lomond, the mess made by weekend revellers is everywhere.
Trees ripped and damaged, charred paper and disposable barbecues strewn around- and always some idiots who think it is possible to burn bottles and cans in wood fire and as a result leave a welded mess on the otherwise pristine shore line.
It has long been a point of argument between my friends and I as to which one of us lights the best fire. I maintain that my ‘chimney’ technique, where combustible material is stacked above the source of heat in a collapsible, self feeding tower is the best way. But the reality is that none of us are really good at it.
I have never successfully used one of those spark making fire steels, let alone rubbed sticks together to make flame.
So to help us dream of long evenings under the spring stars- here is a bloke who knows what he is doing-
Interfaith dialogue…
Last night we had a discussion in housegroup lovely local person who is an interfaith minister. It was a chance to meet and share our perspectives, which is always such a blessing.
Check out this clip if you want to know more about the idea of interfaith ministry-
Carolyn spoke movingly of her journey through growing up in the Church of Scotland, through working with Buddhist nuns in India, and the deep spirituality she found in the practice of Yoga. She described her experience of feeling that her spirituality was being simplified and reduced to a kind of pure essence- and how she came to believe that this essence flowed through all the different religious traditions.
If you are interested in some of the services/ceremonies that Carolyn provides, she has a website, here.
I have written before about my own encounters with the concept of universalism (here and here for example. Check out the words of the George Matheson hymn in the second of these two posts.)
Last night was a chance to reflect again on what is precious to me about the faith I have found- and to do this in a spirit of generosity and openness towards other perspectives. I believe that we have nothing to fear and lots to gain from these opportunities.
Truth sets us free- it should never lock us up into theological defensive castelations. I have spent too long behind these kind of walls. Let us celebrate what we have in common, and allow our easy assumptions to be challenged by people who look from a different angle.
So here are a few of my thoughts emerging from our discussion last night- they are not intended as a critique of Carolyn’s position in any way- more a little internal mastication of my own…
Jesus. He is the personification of all that I follow. Despite all the baggage that his followers have accrued over the years, he remains the best of what we aspire to be- for both Christians and people of other faiths.
Inherited tradition. We stand on the platform built for us by people of faith that went before. And although it is right to question and wrestle with this, it is also wise to respect it, and allow it to become a means by which God shapes us and reaches for us, as we reach for him.
Simplification/deconstruction. This has been the story of my own faith journey over the last few years. For a while I seemed to be questioning everything. But I have come to believe that our theological constructs are vehicles of faith– at their best, they are ways of travelling towards (and with) God. None of them are perfect- but what use is a car with no wheels? Spanners tighten nuts as well was remove them.
Individualism. I think that we each have the right to seek out truth for ourselves- but I also believe that we always do this in community. Our faith develops through enlightenment and inspiration, but also through discussion, shared celebration, teaching and modelling by others. I am interested perhaps most in small theologies, worked out in community, in respectful criticism of the big theologies that we inherit.
Sacrifice. At the heart of the Christian tradition is the concept of sacrificial living- a life that finds purpose in serving others. Jesus constantly challenges us to reject faith is that becomes self centred. The kind of faith that is overly concerned with self actuation, self-fulfilment and personal health and healing. These things might be by products of living the Jesus way (or they might not) but they are never the object.
Difference. We had a discussion last night about the essence of faith- which for Carolyn, and perhaps for me too, is a matter of the heart, not the head. But we humans are so different- our personalities, our gender, our education, our culture- these all skew and influence the way that we explore the concept of the divine. We spoke a little too about the gender difference- how the sorts of soft spiritualities that we had in common tend to alienate men. I think that we need both and- and that we need to trust in a God who reaches for us through many different media.
Lots of questions remain for me- I think they always will. All the business of whether or not God does indeed reveal himself through different religious traditions. The implications of this for our scripture, our theology and our eschatology.
I am determined to remain open, generous and reflective- and this means being prepared to be wrong– both in terms of what I stand on now, and what I might move towards in the future. How else are we to be real pilgrims?
But equally, I remain a follower of Jesus. This is the starting point for me for any adventure.
The rest is up to the Spirit within all of us…
Learning from space men…
I write this blog for many reasons. It is not a hardship really as I love to write- it is one of the things I do at rest.
But for me, it is also a deliberate spiritual practice. By this, I mean that it is a way of searching deeper into the mess of life, looking for what I can only describe as ‘God’.
And what you look for, as the good book says, you will surely find. In the most unlikely of places.
Today, for instance, I was thinking about extra terrestrial life forms. I could be cruel and suggest that the meeting I spent several hours in left me feeling like an alien- or wondering whether I had been abducted by aliens from planet bureaucracy.
But I was reminded of The Drake Equation.
So- the argument goes something like this-
- Around 7 new stars form even in our galaxy each year. There are thought to be more than 80 billion galaxies in the universe.
- Around 40% of sun like stars have planets
- Around 10% of stars systems in our galaxy may be hospitable to life- in terms of stability, having access to right mix of building blocks for life etc.
- It is possible that two planets in our own star system may have actually developed life- Earth and Mars. Our star is one of 100 Billion stars in the Milky way.
- But intelligent life? Drake guessed that of all planets with life, one in one hundred might go on to develop intelligent life. A controversial estimate. There are billions of life forms on earth- and only one regarded as ‘intelligent’.
- But if they develop elsewhere, it does seem to be reasonable that they might seek to communicate.
- Assuming, of course that they do not destroy themselves before they get round to it.
And there is the rub.
Unless you believe the conspiracy theorists and the UFO nuts, then we have to deal with the fact that no one has yet found any evidence of intelligent life beyond this planet. Even accepting the fact that the universe is very big, according to Drake’s equations we really would have expected to do so.
He thought that there would be around 10,000 communicating intelligent life forms just in our own Galaxy.
Drake could have got his numbers all wrong- after all, there are a LOT of wild speculative assumptions. Perhaps this planet is unique in all creation, as some Christians are quick to believe. This means that we humans are indeed the very centre of everything- the epicentre of all creation- that the whole universe is a giant cup cake, and we are the cherry.
The flat earth folk thought this too- before they failed to fall off the edge and discovered humans on the other side of our own planet much like themselves. We did not treat each other well- but that is a different story.
Another possibility was suggested by Enrico Fermi– who believed that technological civilisations tend to disappear very quickly. We either destroy ourselves, or we destroy others. Or perhaps there is always going to be a comet coming our way if we wait long enough.
And when you think about it, the durability of our civilisation in the vast timeline of the universe is rather untested.
What has this to do with spirituality?
Well- these thoughts occur to me-
- Whether or not we are alone, we are beautiful
- Whether or not we are alone, we are deadly and destructive- particularly towards those who are ‘other’
- We are ephemeral, and caught up in tiny matters of total insignificance
- And yet we are special- called to live in the image of the maker of all this majesty and mystery
- And the ripples we make on our universe will be dependent on the quality of our loving, not our invention and enterprise. Because without the former, the latter will end badly
What can I say- it was a very long meeting.
Banksy- ‘Exit through the gift shop’…
We have just watched this film.
Telling the story of a ‘film maker’ Thierry Guetta, who seeks out street artist and international man of mystery- Banksy. He starts out obsessively videotaping the embryonic graffiti/street art movement, as it moves from the fringe into the studios and art galleries. Then decides he want a piece of the action, reinventing himself as Mr Brainwash, and staging a hugely successful art show in Los Angeles.
That is- he might have done.
Because as you watch the film, you find yourself asking again and again ‘Is this for real?’
Or is this film a statement of how a counter cultural art movement became adopted by the mainstream, commercialised and then loses its authenticity? A ‘prankumentary’?
How it sold out, just like Punk and Pop Art had done before it?
And given all the parallels between installation art and emerging/alternative worship (check out Jonny Baker’s book ‘Curating Worship‘) I found myself thinking about how movements erupt, flow, channel and then cool to carvable, portable stone.
And how the early proponents of the movement- pioneers and radicals as they are- become disenchanted and there is talk of ‘pirates’ and the end of it all.
But as Banksy says about Mr Brain Wash- ‘I felt that he was not playing by the rules, but then, there were no rules.’
So- exit through the gift shop.
Or perhaps change the game.
Because it is truth that will set you free, and the media is NOT the message.
Or is it?
Seagull sermon…
Seagull speaks, congregations sleeps
Sermon done, seagull heads for the vestry
Leaving church
Heading for the pub
this fragile tent 