The Varieties of Religious Experience…

Another interesting discussion on the radio this morning courtesy of Melvin Bragg’s programme ‘In Our Time’.

It centred around the work of Doctor, psychologist and ‘natural theologist’ William James– brother of novelist Henry James.

In 1901 William James began a series of lectures in Edinburgh, which came to be collected together as a book entitled ‘The Varieties of Religious Experience’.

It seems to me that James is of our time more than his. The modern obsession with logic and scientific reason- as the proper object and arbiter of all human endeavour- has been eroded by the events of the end of the 20th Century. Perhaps above all the fact that science has not delivered answers to the human condition, but rather has brought  us huge environmental, moral and ethical problems that we all live in the shadow of- Ozone holes, radiation, global warming, the failure of free market economics etc.

In a world where the Zeitgeist was (and perhaps still is) overwhelmingly concerned with the rational and logical, even our approach to religion, James stood out as proposing a totally different way to understand faith. Rather than focus on doctrine and dogma, solidified and codified within religious texts, or in the institutions of faith, he suggested that only valid way to understand faith was in individual subjective experience. He went further and suggested that the faith experience was at the heart of what it meant to be human- and to understand this was to understand better who we are.

This led James to investigate mystical experiences, including by using hallucinogenic drugs. He was less interested in whether faith was ‘true’, or whether God existed, but more in the effect and usefulness that transcendent experience had on those who experienced it. This individualistic and self-centred version of religious seeking feels very post modern.

“Not God”, James states, “but life, more life, a larger, richer, more satisfying life, is, in the last analysis, the end of religion.”

James was also interested in how personality and ‘spiritual health’ interacted with our choice of faith (which resonates with this post) and he spent a lot of his time in the lectures discussing people who had undergone conversion experiences.

A couple of quotes from here

James recognized a pattern in conversion experiences. It tended to happen when people were so low that they just ‘gave up’, the vacuum of hope providing space for revelation. The religious literature is full of stories along these lines, in which the constrictions and negative aspects of the ego are finally discarded; one begins to live only for others or for some higher goal. The compensation for becoming dependent upon God is a letting go of fear, and it is this that makes conversion such a liberating experience. It is the fearlessness and sense of absolute security in God that gives the convert their breathtaking motivation. An apparently perfectly normal person will give up everything and become a missionary in the jungle, or found a monastery in the desert, because of a belief. Yet this invisible thing will drastically change their outward circumstances, which led James to the unavoidable conclusion that for such a person, their conversion or spiritual experience was a fact, indeed more real than anything which had so far happened in their lives.

James acknowledged that science would be forever trying to blow away the obscuring mists of religion, but in doing so it would totally miss the point. Science could only ever talk in the abstract, but personal spiritual experience was the more powerful precisely because it is subjective. Spirituality is about the emotions and the imagination and the soul – and to a human being these are everything.

I find myself both in sympathy and at odds with James- in much the same way as I am with the pluralist times we live in. For him, religion was about personal transformative experience, a little akin to a piece of remarkable cognitive behavioural therapy. God became portable and useful- perhaps even something to be cherished as a way of giving life direction and meaning.

But I have this feeling that the Lion of Judah is no tame lion…

Yvonne sings about tiny things

I saw this clip recently, from Yvonne Lyon– who is a wonderful singer and a lovely person who comes from just over the water from us. Thought it was time to give her a shout…

She and her husband David will be at Solas if you want to hear more…

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Solas festival…

It is not too late to get tickets to SOLAS.

Solas is a Scottish faith and arts based festival which will be taking place over the 25th-27th of June, at Whiston, near Biggar. If you can support this festival- please do, as it is something that could be really important for the future landscape of faith in this country.

This is the first of what is hoped to be a a series of such festivals- and owes its origin to Greenbelt Festival in England. Here is the full programme-

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iPood…

I have been doing a lot of ‘wild’ camping over the last few years- often in places where poo-ing in porcelain is just not an option.

The rudiments of alfresco defecation have been dealt with in great detail in this book, so I will not revisit them here- much (I am sure) to your blessed relief.

However, I saw this product today, and it made me laugh…

Introducing- the iPood!

The strongest, lightweight, compact camp trowel in the world. Use it to deposit solid human waste in a hole dug 10-15 cm deep and at least 100 metres from water-bodies, camp, tracks, and watercourses. Being collapsible and lightweight, you can carry it anywhere and it even comes with a its own sack. It’s cleverly designed handle can store a gas lighter – or more realistically toilet paper. So don’t be shy, poo with pride!

Surely litigation is inevitable? Perhaps they should have a strapline like this-

Dump on those overpriced shiny electronics- get yourself a gadget guaranteed to supply the best downloads ever!

Suitable alternative toilet related captions gratefully accepted!

(I would like to make it clear that in no way does thisfragiletent endorse this product- should Apple decide to send their lawyers in my direction!)

Ordinary…

We have just had a lovely weekend.

In many ways an ORDINARY weekend- and none the less lovely for that.

We had a lovely barbecue with friends on Saturday night to celebrate Michaela’s other birthday-

My brother Steve, his wife Kate and wee Jamie stayed over night, and we spent most of the day in Benmore Gardens, where they were having their open day- craft stalls, plants, music- and lots of sunshine.

We set up a game of cricket with some sticks as stumps and a piece of log as a bat. Lovely.

In the exhibition area in Benmore, there is an exhibition by the late Tim Stead, sculptor/carver/furniture maker/poet.

He died in 2000 aged only 48 after a long illness. This from his obituary in the Guardian

Stead made furniture for galleries, castles, cathedrals and even for Pope John Paul II for his visit to Murrayfield in 1981, yet it was the open intuitive, untutored response of ordinary people that most nourished him. People delighted in his work’s warm honesty and wanted to live with it.

That word ‘ordinary’ again. There is little that is ordinary about the wonderful pieces that Stead made. All that burr elm with its twisted and painful complexity- polished and oiled into something incredibly beautiful. joints and hinges engineered out of a knuckle of wood. Chairs fashioned out of staves of wood to look like the backbone of some long distant creature. But still it is all functional- utilitarian- ordinary.

Like today.

Happy (other) birthday Michaela!

Today is Michaela’s unofficial birthday!

She decided to cancell her last one as it fell the day after the loss of her step father Robert. He is missed.

But today is a day for her.

Join us for a barbecue if you are local- here, 6.30ish.

The sun darkened for a while

And we grieved

But the clouds can never

Hang for long

On you my love

You warm them away

With a smile

And they retreat

In defeat

Before you-

My summer sun

And should the shadows cast a sadness

Let us remember…

Being grateful

For today the world will turn

Around you

A little

And I am held still

In this glorious

Gravity

I make some political predictions…

Many years ago as an undergraduate, I studied politics.

It was the time of the labour split, and the formation of a new party called the SDP– later to merge with the Liberal party. The SDP won a few by-elections, and I remember writing essays on how this signalled a real change in British politics- a move to a three party race, and possibly the inevitable move towards proportional representation in our voting system.

Well perhaps I was premature. But the debates then are being aired again…

There was an interesting article in the Guardian discussing the Israeli system of government- with successive hung parliaments making decisive policy making next to impossible, and political alliances and wheeler-dealing the norm.

But what do I know? It would certainly make life interesting!

So, given my obvious lack of insight and expertise I thought it would be fun to make a few predictions…

  • We are going to have a minority Conservative government held together by a vague alliance with the Lib Dems. The alliance will be bought by the promise of a referendum on proportional representation.
  • This will create turmoil in the Tory party, as PR is unlikely to serve them well (in terms of seats.)
  • Actual reform of the voting system will not happen for a long time, and when it does, it will be a fudge that goes only some of the way, but perhaps only for the House of Lords.
  • The current hung parliament will achieve very little, and there will be another election in 2 years- whenever the Conservatives think that they have a chance of winning an absolute majority.
  • Brown will resign.

So there you go- you heard it first here.

And it was probably all wrong.

Michaela’s (other) birthday!

Michaela ‘cancelled’ her birthday on the 9th of April, because of the sad loss of her step father the day before.

So we are going to have an extra special day this Saturday, the 8th of May.

So any friends who can join us for a barbecue from 6.30pm will be most welcome. Let me know if you can make it.

Bring a burger and a bottle…

On voting Labour…

I have always voted Labour.

For a while, my passion for a kind of politics that fought for liberty and equality was indistinguishable from my faith. Both drove me in the same direction.

I believed in a God who was more interested in the gutters of society than the doings of the well to do and famous. I became convinced that Jesus was a revolutionary, sent to call us to a way of life that promoted the last to be first and the first to be last. My heros were people who sought to live out this radical path- even where I failed.

And you know what- I still believe those things.

In the 80’s and 90’s the only party that seemed to embrace some of these views was the Labour party. It was a party in turmoil- arguing over it’s very soul. But still deep in it’s DNA was this passion for social justice and compassion for the weak and poor.

The years of power and compromise have soured so much of this image. The dispicable war in Iraq, the aparent surrender to the ‘free market’, the loss of identity in a changing world. The accommodation with the worst elements of the press on immigration.

Like many of us, I have been struggling to decide how to vote in this coming election. Could I vote for the Liberal Democrats, who are saying some things that I like? Or was there anything about the leadership of Brown that I could still believe in and celebrate?

I am not swayed by the leadership debates. They are televisual circuses that might yet lead us down a kind of politics that has dominated the USA. Beware voting for a well polished public image. We vote for policies and principles, not personalities.

I heard a story about Atlee, the labour leader who did so much to introduce the Welfare State and National Health Service. Someone quipped that an empty taxi arrived at Westminster, and he got out. But his legacy is with us still.

But still, my trust in Brown had reached a low ebb. He seemed so shambolic, so defeated.

I know a lot of men like Brown up here in Scotland. Sober, dignified, private men, who suffer no fools nor enjoy the social life. Taciturn and truculent. Men who believe still in public service.

I watched this (Thanks Jonny) and saw for the first time in this election something that really stirred me.

And made my voting choice a lot easier.

In celebration of Michaela’s health…

Today Michaela went to see her consultant. And he told her that he did not want to see her again.

After 26 years!

Let me explain…

Michaela was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis as a teenager- a disease resulting in ulceration of the colon, leading to severe pain, anemia, loss of blood, weight loss and lots of other things. The impact of an illness like this on a young person also resulted in  all sorts of tough psychological challenges.

The illness typically goes from flare ups (leading to hospital admission, or total bed rest) then periods of relative stability. Treatment is with steroids, or imuno-suppressant medication. In Michaela’s case, this meant never feeling fully well, always lacking energy and sometimes being dangerously ill. She coped well though- most people never knew she was ill- and she was careful to avoid letting it dominate her life fully.

But she was always ill- I was looking at some old photo’s the other day taken when William was a baby. There was Michaela, like a beautiful doll. Skinny and ghost-white with anemia. How she coped with looking after a little baby I am not sure.

I got distracted- looking at all these old photographs… memories…

But anyway- on with the story. We moved to Scotland in 2002, and since then, Michaela has been well. Not just better than she was- but completely symptom free.

The doctors have been doubtful and a little puzzled, constantly asking her in for more tests, which she has increasingly resisted.

Whatever the reason, we are grateful.

And it gives me a chance to celebrate the beautiful woman (inside and out) that married me by digging out some photos.

It must be love….