
Back to work tomorrow. I wonder what is waiting for me?
Say a few prayers for me friends…

Back to work tomorrow. I wonder what is waiting for me?
Say a few prayers for me friends…

Today we spent an hour nor so harvesting some veg- the first major crop from our marvelous raised beds.
We have bought no salad leaves at all this year, and the carrots and spuds that we have been picking a little at a time have to be tasted to be believed. The kids eat the carrots raw, gobbling them like mars bars.
It is one of the best things we have done to our rambling old house and garden- a chance to connect with the real business of food production, to celebrate the bounty of this unfolding creation, and to appreciate the passing seasons anew. We, the Goans, highly recommend it to anyone who has a window box.
It really is easier than you think, and the maintenance and tending of the growing crop is one of the more pleasurable chores that easily finds a place in even the busiest life. We do not use a lot of space- we have three boxes, about 8 feet square, and it is incredible what you can produce.
Now the shallots are out, we will immediately use the ground for something else- time to start thinking about winter carrots we think…
Power to to Ali in his ongoing campaign to get Argyll and Bute council to recognise their obligation to provide a decent allotment site to the folk who are crying out for one in Dunoon…







A friend asked me to get involved in playing some worship music recently. He and I used to play together quite a lot, but (as I have blogged about before, here) I have found myself deliberately stepping back from worship driven exclusively by music- or perhaps to be more accurate (if a little jaundiced)- music to pep people up for a sermon.
I think I may have posted this before-
But I do not think I am ready to leave worship music behind altogether. I continue to wonder where are the songs that will carry forward the culture that is emerging in our Christian groups and gatherings, and whether we might yet rescue something from guitar driven worship from the marketing machine that made it a sacred cow.
And wondering too whether the raw creative fun that making music can be might find a new rhythm outside the institution of formal church, and still allow small groups of Christians to worship together in meaningful, authentic and inspirational ways.
And even when we ‘plug in’ and make noise, needing space and greater organisation- I wonder too whether we can do this, but avoid the ego-worship hero stuff. Avoid the search for the next Matt Redman (who was, of course, the next Martin Smith.) I like Matt Redman by the way- some of his songs are great. Some are not. Like all song writers!
On the Tautoko network site, I made these comments ( and asked these questions)-
This is a bit confusing for me. I spent years ‘leading worship’- by which I mean playing soft folk rock choruses. I became increasingly dissatisfied with this, in terms of style, underlying theological assumptions and the exclusive one dimensional character that it brought to our collective worship.
I began a journey that will be familiar to many of you- towards older more contemplative ways to approach God, and into experiments with ‘alternative worship’.
But the love of music was still on me. It’s power to move and to unite. The beauty that comes when people join small talents to make something that is much bigger than the sum of their parts.
And as I look around me, in the wider alt. worship scene, we seem to use a lot of ambient stuff, and the odd bit of singer-songwriter creativity. But we do not sing very much. Is this because it is not cool? Or is it a pendulum swing reaction against the CCM/Worship machine that has made worship music a commodity?
In my group, we have members aged 9 to 75. And people want to sing. I have found myself digging into a 30 plus year backlog of songs and choruses looking for ‘hymns and spiritual songs’ that hold some meaning and truth that fits where our group is at.
So- a few questions…
Do you sing?
What songs still have meaning?
How does music fit with the wider alt worship stuff you are involved with?
There were a few answers. There is a lot of music out there unfamiliar to me. Songs from a Catholic tradition, or from the Iona Community (often by the brilliant John Bell– who, I contend, has also written some stinkers!)
But I am yet to feel that I am building a collection of songs that are I can sing with passion and integrity in my developing context. Sure, some of them I have carried with me- reworked old hymns, or the few songs that connect with Justice issues, and the mission of Jesus. But so much of the love-songs-slightly-reworked-to-be-religious, I simply can not sing any more- even ones I used to love.
I came across this bloke, Andy Flanagan on the Greenbelt website today- who I feel an affinity with as he seems to be a cricket fanatic and Christian socialist too. Must get along to his gig @ Greenbelt if I can. I liked some of the words of his worship songs.
But if you know of others- songs that gather some of the hopes and dreams of this thing that is the emerging church, I would love to hear them. What songs allow you to reach up towards God and offer him something meaningful and beautiful as you gather together?
I can trade you a few that mean something to me…

So we are home…
After two weeks of travel, 13 different islands a holiday cottage, a posh hotel and a few campsites. We had sun, rain, wind and glorious sunsets. Waves crashed and then the water stilled to become a green blue mirror…
It was a great holiday, but it is always good to be back home.
We had an eventful last few days. The wind bent a tent pole on one of the tents, hence the posh hotel, which was a real treat (we stayed at the Isle of Barra hotel– quite a place!)
So, a few more photos, and then the let the memories linger…
Right, we now leave luxury and head off down to the Uists, Benbecula and Barra- camping on beaches in small tents.
We expect very mixed weather, and very strong wind, but this kind of camping is the very best (as well as perhaps potentially the very worst!)
No internet- so the blogging will cease for a while!

Emily and I cycled to the beautiful Bosta beach.
There is a recreated Iron Age house there, and white sands, and clear blue green sea.
It was so lovely, we took Michaela and Will in the evening.
Some photos…

Had a lovely day today- touring the north of the island with Emily. The weather was mixed, but we even sat on a beach for a while today, before the wind and rain drove us back to the car.
Talking of wind- there was a tornado in Stornoway last night! The school that Will and Michaela are doing classes in as part of the Feis was damaged.
This afternoon we really enjoyed meeting up with Gayle Findlay for a cuppa. She moved up here from Bristol about a year ago, and has a great blog recording some of the transition.
One subject that is hard to escape – both as a visitor to Lewis, and for incomers- is the central importance of a particular kind of rigid faith to just about everything that happens here. It seems to shape the very landscape, or perhaps is a response to the savage environment.
The dominance of the Free Church of Scotland with its severe, Calvinistic and (at least to outsiders) legalistic approach to the life of faith has been the driving force for communities here for much of the last 100 years. The church casts a shadow that I confess (as an outsider) I find oppressive.
In saying this, I do not mean to be offensive to fellow Christians. Their context and journey is so very different from mine. I have been stirred by stories of transformation during the Hebridean revival. It is a story that has been retold to inspire us to eagerly chase after revival. Check out this American video-
I once heard revival described as being like a volcano- all fire, smoke and hot flowing lava. Soon the smoke and fire lessens, but the lava still flows, even if the outer core crusts hard over. Eventually however, the crust is all that is left. It is from this solid rock that the walls of churches are built from.
I took two photographs today that kind of summed things up for me. The first was this one-

In these parts, Children are not allowed to play on the Sabbath. Or not openly anyway.
I note the the Free Church youth magazine is called- Free.
The other photo was this one…


There was a river next to this graveyard, but the irony of the fishers for the souls of the dead needing a permit from the kirk made me chuckle.
Particularly as such frivolous practices were not to be indulged in on Sundays.

Today Emily and I climbed An Clisham, the highest mountain in the Western Isles, at 799 metres above sea level.
We almost did not go, as the wind and rain were rattling the windows this morning. However, it cleared up long enough for us to give it a go- but it was a VERY windy climb. We had to be very careful- taking small staggering steps for much of the last third of the climb.
Despite my recent post (Postcard 4) I was very grateful for the sketchy footpath to guide us stumbling down through the crags and bogs. Serves me right for over egging the argument I think…
I was messing around with some of the images on Picasa and put together this (not very creative!) you tube clip…


