First outing for the crafty stuff…

Michaela, Pauline and Helen spent a day behind a stall today, selling crafts. Pauline is an old hand, but for the rest, it was a new thing.

We made all together around 250 quid, which ain’t half bad, considering two of the three crafty contributors where experimenting with prices and ideas.

I chickened out- reserving my energies for being the removal man.

It is hard work this commerce- up at 7, and I sat down again 12 hours later.

A good start though…

 

 

Sex, sin and the emerging church…

A deliberately provocative title, which I hope you will forgive me for.

I have been thinking about sin. This was brought home to me recently when watching the BBC programme ‘The Big Silence’, in which this statement was made-

If you have not got a pure heart, you can not see/hear God.

There is a debate as to whether this is true, and whether any of us can ever lay claim to purity of heart- but the issue has nagged at me a little, and I have learnt to listen to this kind of nagging.

Because in all the discussions, books and  blogs about emerging church (in the broader sense of the term,) you do not see the word ‘sin’ used very much. Sure, it is there or there abouts in the debates about atonement and the nature of sexuality in particular, but the concept of holiness and purity as goals for life have largely been left behind. They belong to a different church movement, and between ‘them’ and ‘us’ is a respectful distance at best.

Perhaps this is because the emerging church discussion has largely started out as a reaction to the excesses of a certain kind of spirituality- it is in part revisionist and reformist, despite having sweeping influence in so many areas of church. So in rejecting fixed inflexible positions and seeking to open up possibilities for new encounters with God, and new connections with culture, the debates often assumed that participants had a common starting position- Evangelical, orthodox Christianity- with all it’s assumptions and fixed world view.

So, most of us were probably well versed in an awareness of our sinfulness, and the price paid, in terms of substitutionary atonement of Jesus. And also of how the process of maturity was one of becoming more holy- measured in terms of personal, private behaviour.

Evangelical Christianity regarded ‘the problem of sin’ as the centre of everything- and the mission of Church was to save people from the consequences of this sin. To be honest, in my experience, what happened when you had been ‘saved’ was a little more mixed. We assumed that we Christians will then be on a journey towards purity and holiness, where sins are ‘dealt with’ and we become more like Jesus.

Between you and me, this was not my experience- neither subjective nor observational. Church often became a place where external measures of maturity- such as length of time ‘on the road’ and ‘gifting’- was at odds with our real, private selves.

There was also the fact that we overemphasised the private, personal aspects of sin as opposed to other vital parts of the life of faith- serving others, working for peace and justice, living in community.

And finally there was the problem of sin-definition. Sex was right up there- particularly homosexual sex (incidentally, did anyone see this Jewish take on the issue that is causing such controversy? HT Graham Peacock) This kind of sin, along with others, depended on a particular view of Biblical authority, which has come under considerable challenge.

My contention is that as a result of these issues, the debates around what is emerging have tended to leave the issue of ‘sin’ to one side.

Anyway- back to the point of this piece. Any reading of the words of Jesus will have to acknowledge the centrality of the call to holiness- by which I mean an honest process of coming to terms with all the things within out motivations, our behaviour and our lifestyles that are not compatible with the life of Jesus within us.

And, in the old language, this sin becomes a wall separating us from God- in terms of our ability to hear from God, and to live in the flow of the Spirit in our lives. Sin does spiritual damage.

Given too that sin is a source of actual damage in our lives- to our external relationships with people and the world as well as to our inner development, then I wonder if we have let slip some important principles for life.

Our call it to be a holy nation (not a Holy Nation- if you get my drift.) In order to do this, we Christians walk a path with and towards and encounter with the Living God. And there is accountability for the way that we do this.

And if (like mine) your lives are cluttered with all sorts of things that you know they should not be- then this ought to be an issue for us all. It ought to be an issue for church- even Emerging church.

I have been thinking about how we might bring the issue of sin into the new context, and made a list of principles that made sense to me-

Focus on yourself– not other people.

Categorising other groups as sinful is a bad idea- for what ever reason.

Let those who are without sin throw stones- the rest is up to the voice of God in the life of individuals. Concentrate on listening to God, and for the rhythms of grace. Some people may need direction, but let them seek that for themselves when prompted by the Spirit.

Excluding people from your group because of sin is dangerous, and should only be an absolute last resort- where the alternative is damage to other individuals in the group, or to the group itself.

People are more important than policies.

Collective sin is possible- but again, apply this to your own group in humility.

I do not think God requires purity before he engages with us- rather he requires a contrite heart, and a desire to turn away from the stuff that we know it wrong.

Process is important- and ritual. The old practices of confession and deliberate corporate repentance.

Watch for the things that you hold secret. There may come a time to bring them into the open- in a trusted quiet place. But this requires great trust and security- and this is special, rather than ordinary.

Watch for the things that are tolerated in your community- the lessons of history teach us that in our collectives we easily accommodate to things that individually we might despise.

 

A different kind of Christmas…

Collecting ivy in the snow last year.

Michaela and I have been talking about Christmas.

I know, it is only the beginning of November, but we for several years now we have been really struggling with the whole commercial aspect of what for us, ought to be a celebration of much simpler much less worldly things.

Christmas is for many a time of debt as we feel such pressure to buy ever more expensive stuff.

It is a time too when many are lonely and the enforced pressure to consume just underlines the isolation.

Last year, I posted several pieces about this on this blog (here and here for example) but in the end we were carried along with the tide, as a choice to do Christmas differently would not just affect us, it would also affect our kids and our friends.

But this year we would like to start to do things differently, if we can.

So below is an open letter to our friends-

Dear friends

Last year many of you bought us so many lovely things for Christmas. We are so grateful that you think so much of us that you would take the time to buy gifts.

We know that it is good to receive, and even better to give, but the most important thing to us is your friendship, and in this we are blessed.

But this year, we want to try to make Christmas a little bit different- for these reasons-

  • We have so much, and others so little
  • We think that the meaning of Christmas as a festival has been lost under all the commercial madness
  • Christmas can be so stressful for people- the pressure to shop and spend money at a time when things are very tight
  • We have talked about wanting to do something different, but have decided that it is now time to actually time to do something

So we would like to humbly suggest that you do not buy us gifts this year.

Some of you are very organised (and very kind,) so may already have bought things with us in mind. If so, it might be possible to give these things to other people, or if not- give them to us anyway!

If some of you would still like to give some kind of gift, then we are intending to make a collection for Oxfam- purchasing some ‘Oxfam unwrapped‘ gifts in the new year.

We really hope to find a way back to a more simple way of doing Christmas- and so most of the gifts we give this year will be things we have made, or commitments/promises. Please know that we think very highly of you, and hope that this Christmas is your best yet.

Love

Chris and Michaela

Preparing for commerce…

So- time to announce to the world the start of a new business!

You may recognise the photo- see here.

We have spent some time over the past few weeks gathering things we have made to display at a big Christmas craft fair in Dunoon next weekend. Yesterday, Michaela, Helen and Pauline set up a table in our lounge, with me running in an out making brackets and prop-ups and rails.

It is quite an involved process- my inclination was to pile the table high, but Pauline, who knows about this stuff, pointed out that the idea was to draw people to things they could actually see, rather than a tangle of stuff.

All this is another step towards our co-operative craft venture. It is exciting, because everything is new. ‘Sea Tree’ will be the name of my contribution to the whole- we still have not found a name for the co-operative. Any suggestions?

I will not be manning the stall next weekend- I am rubbish at salesmanship, particularly when it involves things I have made. It is a skill I need to learn though I suppose- although it is a big leap for a public servant wage slave…

So- here we go.

Sea Tree

images . words . sculptings . crafts

Coming to the Queens Hall, Dunoon, Saturday 6th of November

commissions taken

All Saints Eve meal…

We had our monthly Aoradh family day meal tonight- which happened to coincide with the dreaded Halloween.

Dreaded in my case, as I find the increasing madness around Halloween difficult to stomach. The ‘traditions’ we are inheriting are very recent ones- which owe more to 1970’s American films than they do to any folk traditions native to these islands. This does not in itself make them bad- but in this case, I struggle to understand the point of the whole thing.

An evening to dress up as ghosts and mass murderers and walk the streets eating sweets and chocolate…

Actually, when you put it like that, it sounds rather fun doesn’t it?

And that is the other struggle. We took a decision years ago that as Christians, we wanted to keep away from it all. It had too much of the darkness, and not enough of the light. It sided with the wrong half of the tradition- preferring the celebration of devils and demons that was supposed to be a precursor to the celebration of All Saints Day– a day which passes unnoticed.

But this means that our kids have always missed out on the fun bit, although we are certainly much less strict than we used to be- William went to the school disco, and Emily is old enough to make up her own mind.

But then I see some of the things going on, and my resolve stiffens again.

In the middle of Dunoon, a local hall has set up a little fake graveyard. And above it, they have strung some stuffed white sheets, hung from the neck and splashed with red paint. Quite creative really. Certainly a lot of time was taken.

Except that when I saw them, it looked like ‘strange fruit‘.

And also reminded me of the people who killed themselves by hanging over the last year. Relatives of whom may well be driving past…

Tonight, we shared a meal with our Aoradh friends, and it was lovely. To mark the evening, we decided to play a game of pass the parcel.

We turned of the lights, and passed the parcel in the dark, and each layer of the parcel had a candle, and some words about light. The candle was lit, and the words read.

And as the game went on, it got lighter, as more and more candles were lit.

Eventually we got to the middle- a large candle, and some indoor sparklers.

Which we lit, and prayed.

It was simple and profound, and once more made me very grateful for my friends.

Scientology, does it scare you a little?

I watched this video today- after a Guardian article revealing how hard the Church of Scientology had tried to suppress it’s general release

I knew next to nothing about Scientology, apart from its association with some Hollywood stars and the controversy about the allegedly abusive way that its leaders behaved towards one another.

Then there was the way that BBC heavy weight correspondent John Sweeney got into conflict with the Scientologists– the famous panorama programme where faced with wierd wind up tactics, he lost it during an interview and shouted and bawled.

Read his account of how he was treated by Scientology thugs during the course of his investigation- it is difficult to imagine any other church being able to justify such behaviour, no matter how much pressure it feels itself to be under. They call it their ‘attack the attacker’ or ‘fair game’ policy, and involves using tactics that would make Peter Mandelson blush.

I do not like knocking other faiths. It is an easy hit- poking fun and finding fault with things you do not believe. The question is whether Scientology is a faith, or a manipulative cult, surviving through the misuse of power, money and legal process.

L Ron Hubbard, founder of Scientology was a science fiction writer who decided to start a religion- allegedly boasting that it was the best way to make a million.

He started with a self help book, where he pans psychiatry, and suggested an alternative way of dealing with life via a process of ‘auditing’.  This from Wikipedia-

In the mid-sixties, the Church of Scientology was banned in several Australian states, starting with Victoria in 1965. The ban was based on the Anderson Report, which found that the auditing process involved “command” hypnosis, in which the hypnotist assumes “positive authoritative control” over the patient. On this point the report stated,

It is the firm conclusion of this Board that most scientology and dianetic techniques are those of authoritative hypnosis and as such are dangerous … the scientific evidence which the Board heard from several expert witnesses of the highest repute … leads to the inescapable conclusion that it is only in name that there is any difference between authoritative hypnosis and most of the techniques of scientology. Many scientology techniques are in fact hypnotic techniques, and Hubbard has not changed their nature by changing their names.

What do Scientologists believe? I spent some time trying to understand the basics, but I am afraid, in the end, I just did not care. Feel free to check it out yourself though.

Power, wealth, psychological pressure, manipulation and the American dream of success- all mixed up into a religion.

Renovation and change…

More work on the old house.

The back bedroom/spare room this time- a ceiling that has been hanging on a horse hair thread, because of previous water damage.

Renovation as an analogy of change? Here we go-

  • Renovation is not the same thing as restoration.
  • It always involves a lot of mess at first.
  • It is possible, either through lack of resources, or unwillingness to make the mess, to fiddle around at the surface, and try to ignore the deeper problems. If you do, you will regret it later.
  • Get people to help who know what they are doing.
  • The use we put the house to is very different from the use it was put to in the past- so we need different materials, and to create different kinds of spaces.

Hmmmm.

Kind of reminds me of an old poem, written in a prayer room a few years ago-

Clutter

 

I can hear a creaking

A groaning from the joists

Pipes and drains are leaking

Floor boards are tearing loose

 

Can you smell the horsehair plaster

Stripping off from lath?

This could bring disaster

Or perhaps could clear a freedom path

 

There’s a time for all things

The good book says

To reap, to weep, to build, to sing

To mourn then turn the journey on

 

The marshal yards are empty now

And the cranes stand fixed and rusty

The shipyards moved to other towns

And the churches all lie empty

 

Lord teach me to move like water

Running from these mountains

 

Tear out my feet from concrete shoes

And dance me till I flutter

For freedom comes to those who find

Your keys amongst our clutter

 

 

Sea tree…

High on the shore line

Above the storm berm

The winter sea gave out a pilgrim trunk

.

It was thrown up the beach

Like you or I might flick a pebble

.

The corpse of the old tree

Has been gnarled and shaped

By encounters with deep reefs

Where it rolled and shoaled with the fish

And bore the barnacles and wracks

Of the deep blue sea

.

Now it lies here

Like bone of leviathan

.

It has taken on the colours of the deep-

Sea green

Shadow black

Red like the eye of a shark

Grey like the dripping tail of a whale

All faded a little by the blown sand

But jewelled instead by salt crystals

Drawn out in the low sun

.

Who knows where its roots are

Or what of its seeds

Still remain