(Not) going to church on Sundays…

church service I have been a long term reader of Jason Clark’s blog. I first came across it in the early days of what we called ‘The Emerging Church Conversation’ when I was desperately searching for some way to make sense of a faith that found itself outside the bounds of established Church. Jason has loads of interesting things to say that grow from his background as a Vineyard church pastor and academic theologian.

Jason’s recent post about Sunday church attendance has been playing on my mind. Hardly surprising as since I stopped attending Sunday morning services (6-7 years ago) I still feel guilty if I drive past others heading into a Church on Sunday. The conditioning I received in childhood told me that I should not ‘forsake the assembly of the Lord’ and that Sundays were for sitting through services – at least once if not twice. Sometimes three times.

Here are some of the things Jason said;

I am convinced that meeting together for corporate worship is one of the most pivotal things for Christians to understand and engage with if they are ever to have a vibrant life of faith outside church, and a faith that impacts the community around them.

 

Churchless faith is a myth. Or rather it might be the experience some choose to embrace (they enjoy it) as individuals but is not one that leads to the transformation of communities by Christians, and people becoming new Christians.

 

Gathered worship sits at heart of being the body of Christ – like all the other gatherings that sit at the heart of our other lifestyle commitments and social arrangements.

I can feel some of you nodding sagely as you read this. Part of me is nodding too (hardly surprising give my background) but I also feel a rising tide of rebellion. This might be partly about context- Jason is writing to a mainly US audience these days and things feel very different in small town Scotland where the choice to attend or not to attend here is mostly a choice restricted to an aging remnant. The vast majority of people never give church any kind of thought at all, and those that do take a look at our corporate gatherings and say no thank you.

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I am certainly no enemy of established Church either. I have dear friends who lead Churches up and down the country and would be the first to long for Church to fulfill its role as a repository of grace, hope and love within our fast changing culture. If people do not attend Church services then the institution of Church will whither and die- some would say that this is exactly what is happening. On that level I am right with Jason. Not attending is a decision that can not be based on petty feelings about boredom or the ‘right kind’ of worship music. We are in this for the long haul, not for a consumer hit of instant satisfaction.

But (you knew it was coming!)

Jason was quoting from a talk/sermon he gave so the tone will be likely to take a didactic and even slightly confrontational tone. It was also embedded within an established Church culture with building costs, wages of paid officials, administration costs etc- all of which require membership and financial engagement. I live and move in a world where church (with a small c) operates on shoestring budgets and our resources are whatever we can find for ourselves.

I also tend to take issue with black and white arguments – things are almost always more complicated than that. We need both those who stay and those who set out on a new journey; we need those who rest in orthodoxy and those who bring prophetic criticism.

Change rarely happens from within, it usually requires people to leave and dare to hope for the new. This will often mean LEAVING the establishment, for a while at least. Many (including myself) may yet return. Church has to find a way to set people free but also to reach out and offer support and encouragement in ways that those on the outside do not see to be restrictive. Railing against them for non-attendance seems likely to be rather counter productive.

Of course I read Jason’s comments within the context of my town, my life and my experience. I find myself outside established Church at the moment but certainly not outside church. Neither am I outside fellowship or worship. Rather these things have had to adapt to the new and changing context that my life has taken me to. It is not a full stop but rather a response to the journey I am making. It is informed by both close community, but also by dispersed on-line connections.

For example, I am really looking forward to leading some friends on a wilderness retreat in a couple of months. Some of them I have known half my life, others I have met through on line connections. Our meeting and the significance of our journey together has nothing to do with Sunday mornings.

Back to Jason’s comments though;

Meeting together for corporate worship is a requirement for vibrant faith and engagement in the community around? 

Well there is a lot of corporate worship that has no connection to vibrancy, or to engagement with community. As someone who led worship (the guitar and data projector kind) for decades, the emphasis on ‘crisis-event’ spirituality and its increasing detachment and removal from community was what finally drove me away from Church, looking for a more honest and authentic way to worship and to engage.

Is it at least possible that some forms of corporate worship become the means by which vibrancy is stifled? And after the creation of the religious event, what is left over for really engaging with our local communities in many of the small remnant Churches in the UK?

I was part of forming a loose community of people who set out to explore worship in a community setting, looking for partnership and engagement. We meet one Sunday a month, for most of a day- eating, praying, singing, laughing. Is this any less an authentic way to live out our faith?

Churchless faith is a myth? Or rather, Jason seems to suggest it can not lead to community transformation or convert others to Christianity. 

A myth? What about Spirited Exchanges? What about all those other people who have found themselves outside Church after abuse within the institution of Church?  What about me? To dismiss millions of people as they try to make sense of faith after finding Church to be damaging and problematic is not fair, and not reflective of where we find ourselves within Western culture.

I wonder what Jason means by ‘community transformation’. These are words which seem a tad bombastic from a UK perspective. I feel more comfortable seeing Christians as servants of the broken, who hope for transformation in ourselves and our communities.

That is not to say that wonderful things are not happening in and around Churches – the Fresh Expressions movement for example. My impression however is that activists in Church tend to be busy doing Church. In order to do something outside Church, they have to get their heads around the fact that Sunday is not where it is all at. Many leave because they do not find an outward looking commonality within the pews of the place they worship.

Then there is the bit about making converts. I confess to this being a work in progress for me, in that I have kind of given up trying to convert people. Part of this is that I do not have a ‘club’ that I want to invite people into- which supports Jason’s view I suppose. What I can say however is that I have had more conversations with people about Jesus since I left Church than when I attended every Sunday. The pressure of the sales pitch is gone and it is simply possible to be honest about my own struggles with faith and the love I have for the ways of Jesus.

In my area we do not have large vibrant attractive Churches that bring people the story of Jesus in new ways, so as to make converts. I would go further and say that of all the many Churches I have been in and around, converting people by the power of our Sunday worship has been a very rare event.

Gathered worship sits at heart of being the body of Christ.

It is all in the language again is it not? What is ‘gathered worship’? What do we mean by ‘the body of Christ’? These words are laden with such dense cultural baggage, and much of this is about large scale institutional Churchianity.

I am interested to know what gathered worship can look like in small scale, dispersed communities. I am longing for us to find new ways to understand what it means to be ‘the body of Christ’ and am angered by people who wear this as an exclusive badge of belonging to large institutions.

But buildings do have their uses, and unless we use them, we will lose them…

Cathedral, France 2008

Jason goes on to make some wider points about the life of faith communities beyond Sunday morning;

…reducing church to attendance of a Sunday service is the problem. Those whose understanding of church as sundays service, either just turn up and attend, or end up not attending at all. In other words those attending and those choosing not to attend are two sides of the same coin.

 

Or to put it another way, those who reduce church to just attending a Sunday service are often the people who talk about stopping attending because church should more than a Sunday serivce. A circular logic and experience.

 

Our understanding of Church has to be more than attendance. But not gathering to avoid the boredom of attending, does very little to advance any understanding of church and being church.

The life of faith, in may experience, will bring us all to the point of having to separate our relationship with God from our relationship to Church. The two things are related, but not the same. Often they will be in conflict, sometimes they NEED to be in conflict.

May Church prosper and grow.

May we become church in the rubble left behind by the death of Church.

Squares, revisited…

A couple of years ago I wrote a post about a woman in hospital that I visited. I was thinking about her recently, and reworked some of my words into a poem- as part of my on going ‘protest poetry’ project. This poem still has more of a narrative quality but here it is.

Argyll and Bute hospital 2

Squares

 

The ward squeaks disapproval at my

polluting presence

The hospital is brand new.

 

There she is.

After 40 years of patience.

Something went wrong when her husband died.

She was swallowed whole by the grief of it;

Captured in a concrete cocoon.

 

She was the recipient of all the best psychiatric science;

drugs greyed out her vision;

electric shocks blew holes in her memories.

They even tried psycho surgery in a futile attempt

to scrape grief from her brain

with a scalpel.

 

And here she remains – toothless, but given to scratching.

Occasionally abusive, but with sense of humour

largely intact.

They say she has behaviour problems, that she is manipulative.

Who wouldn’t be?

 

She was once a worker, a wife, a mother.

She wore a white cotton dress to picnic once

She loved to dance

 

Today we meet to stitch bureaucratic blankets for her next bed.

I clear my throat and speak out care-clichés

whilst people in a hurry to look busy

shuffle paper and steal glances at the time passing.

 

She looks up at the crisp suspended ceiling and cackles.

I hate those bloody

squares.

Everything is so square in here.

Put me outside next to the hedge.

Just put me

outside.

 

I follow her gaze to the brown beech hedge.

Out through the square window.

Last year’s dry leaves still rattle on close cropped branches.

 

And I want to wheel her out there

sit her under the winter sky

wind waving her long grey hair in a curve of protest

against all those bloody awful

squares.

 

 

Come and share communion (and sing…)

Communion

If you are local to Dunoon, we are doing another one of our ‘occasional’ worship events up at the Episcopal Church. Andrew assures me that after all the hard work the building is warmer and more welcoming than ever!

The idea for these events came when Andrew asked me a year or so ago if I would revisit my worship leading past. I reluctantly agreed and found it personally very moving to lead people in singing simple songs again. I don’t know how this will develop, but at present we intend to keep it humble, keep it simple, but to follow where the path leads.

Next Tuesday this involves finding the space inside some songs, a bit of theatre, and sharing communion. Nothing more. No hype. No expectancy on anyone who comes. Just space to worship.

Local folk- would you mind sharing this where you can to get some invites out?

Chautauqua…

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Currently I am reading Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Somehow I never got round to it before. I am enjoying it- Prisig has a lovely way with words and a great love of ideas, images, philosophy.

One word he uses a lot is this one- Chautauqua. 

I would like to use the time to talk in some depth about things that seem important. What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua — that´s the only name that I can think of for it — like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, […] an old-time series of popular talks intended to edify and entertain, improve the mind and bring culture and enlightenment to the ears and thoughts of the hearer. ( Pirsig, p.17)

The origin of the words seems to be a movement founded in the 19th C that provided education and entertainment to isolated farming communities via a kind of travelling circus- complete with lectures, discussions and workshops. They fed a hunger for knowledge and self improvement.

Pirsig uses the word whenever he introduces as new concept, a new idea.The Chautauqua becomes the vehicle by which the mind can travel. The fact that this story is happening in the context of a motorcycle journey (with his curious son as a pillion passenger) makes the Chautauguas all the more vital.

I mention this as it made me think again about the way we encounter the words of the Bible. Might it be better to see them as a travelling circus tent full of ideas, concepts, poetry, philosophy? A spiritual Chautauqua. Those of us that visit and engage do so as people eager for the fun of the journey, able to debate, question, laugh, cry, heckle or just listen in awe.

So, rather than academic stuffyness, or unassailable unapproachable holiness. Rather than being ‘The Word of God’, might we see the Bible as Chautauqua?

A tent at the side of the road in which to exchange ideas about who God is…

 

 

Being in two minds…

Michaela tends to listen to one album over and over again- sometimes just one song. Currently we have a CD on in the car just about every day- Duke Special’s Oh Pioneer.

I am in two minds about the Duke. He writes some lovely lovely songs and has a stage persona that is almost unique- we have seen him live a few times at Greenbelt Festival. however his music often comes a little too close to musical theatre for my comfort. It is songcraft in the tradition of Cole Porter, with dreadlocks and a delicious Northern Irish accent.

Having said all that- most of us are one thing and also the opposite. I was thinking about this today looking at risque birthday cards on the mantle next to a celtic cross. It made me think of one of the Duke’s songs. I think I get where he is coming from, but frankly I could be wrong…

In case you thought I have been harsh on the Bible of late…

There has been an awful lot on this blog recently about the Bible- apologies to those of you who are not interested in such debates. But hey, it is MY blog after all, and I think these things are more important now then ever.

How else do we find a rudder in the mess of what we are becoming, unless we ask these deep searching questions?

This is NOT the same thing as trying to hold back time- trying to return us to some faux Victorian world view. We need to be free to re-encounter the words of the Bible, to debate it, to question it and allow ourselves to be questioned by it. My recent posts have been a bit about trying to make some space for this.

I saw this today- Steve Chalke of Oasis kind of saying the same thing;

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/86521708″>Restoring Confidence in the Bible</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user12741304″>Oasis UK</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

The oldest versions of the Gospels…

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I just watched this programme.

It tells the story of a couple of Victorian twins, both widows, who in later life went on an adventure into Egypt, searching for the very earliest versions of the written scriptures. Their names were Agnes and Margaret (nee) Smith and they were born in Irvine just over the water from where I live.

There is a book that tells the story here.

Their motivation, apart from their obvious love of adventure, was to try to answer some of the questions about the authenticity of Scripture. How can we know that the stories in the Gospels have not been changed/added to over the millennia?

In their time, Christians felt under attack (they often do to be fair.) Darwin was a contemporary, and it seemed that secularism was on the rise everywhere. What was needed was scholastic, academic proof. The Bible must be unlocked, codified, allowed to shine. As I have hinted at a few times on this blog of late, the legacy of this way of treating the Bible may well have given us some real problems, perhaps even locking our faith into a kind of idolatry in which the Bible becomes a 4th person of the trinity, and the primary one at that.

But having said that, please do not miss-understand me; in no way do I wish to suggest that the books of the Bible are not truly remarkable in every way. This TV programme revealed this beautifully.

However it also reveals how if we require an inerrant final version of the words we are in trouble. The authority of the text requires it to be accurate, preserved through time by God to give us everything we need to answer all moral questions.

A case in point is that the ancient Scriptures that the Smith sisters discovered in St Catherine’s Monastery in the Sinai, dating from the late 4th C AD, included the book of Mark- more or less as we would recognise it. However there is no description of Resurrection or Jesus meeting his disciples. It seems almost certain that some elements of the story were added later. (Wikipedia has an account of some of this here.)

Does this matter? Well it was dynamite to the Smith Sisters, who initially tried to keep it secret. Bible scholars are still trying to make it all fit, tidy it all up, but what if a new velum text is discovered that pokes holes?

If you are interested in reading a bit more about the reliability of translation of the Gospels, there is a good summary on the Patheos website here. It will remind us that there are many textual variations in the early copies of the gospels, but also reminds us that this is in no small part because, compared to all other such manuscripts, we have so many.

The Bible will always be a key source of knowledge about who God is, how he engages with us, and how his followers have tried to understand him. But crossing each sacred t and dotting every holy i seems to me to be a fools game.

Treasure the questions and live wide open to love in the way of Jesus. The Bible will point the way if we will let it. But let us do this in a way that is honest, not anchored to a inflexible dogma based on eyes carefully closed to certain aspects of what we claim as truth.

camel

By the way- Old Testament history- this is another story. Bible historians have tried really hard to evidence the stories told of the Ancient Hebrew- the Kingdom of David for example. No clear evidence that it ever existed in the Archaeological record. Moses leading the slaves out of Egypt? No evidence for this either.

There was an amusing story about Camels in the Bible written by Andrew Brown in The Guardian the other day. I quote;

There are 21 references to camels in the first books of the Bible, and now we know they are all made up.

Some of them are quite startlingly verisimilitudinous, such as the story of Abraham’s servant finding a wife for Isaac in Genesis 24: “Then the servant left, taking with him 10 of his master’s camels loaded with all kinds of good things from his master. He set out for Aram Naharaim and made his way to the town of Nahor. He made the camels kneel down near the well outside the town; it was towards evening, the time the women go out to draw water.”

But these camels are made up, all 10 of them. Two Israeli archaeozoologists have sifted through a site just north of modern Eilat looking for camel bones, which can be dated by radio carbon.

None of the domesticated camel bones they found date from earlier than around 930BC – about 1,500 years after the stories of the patriarchs in Genesis are supposed to have taken place. Whoever put the camels into the story of Abraham and Isaac might as well have improved the story of Little Red Riding Hood by having her ride up to Granny’s in an SUV.

How can you tell whether a camel skeleton is from a wild or tamed animal? You look at the leg bones, and if they are thickened this shows they have been carrying unnaturally heavy loads, so they must have been domesticated. If you have a graveyard of camels, you can also see what proportion are males, and which are preferred for human uses because they can carry more.

All these considerations make it clear that camels were not domesticated anywhere in the region before 1000BC.

Again, does this matter? Well considering the way that the Zionists use these ancient texts to justify their conquest and dominance, we have to agree that it does. The shaping of these stories was always political; many of them influenced by exile in the Babylonian empire, where they were first recorded.

But… if you look you will see the fingerprints of grace in and around all of it, camels or not.

Activist, interrupted…

occupy-london-protests Activist, interrupted  

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I am caged up by comfort

Degraded by constant distraction

Drowned by this deluge of information

that leaves me knowing nothing

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Once my world was monochromed

In the dark lay corporation, empire, profit

Freedom, justice, peace – they danced in the light

And though the duality was naïve

I knew my enemy

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When did I sign the armistice?

Was it the career?

The mortgage?

Either way I am defeated

Wheezing still from old mustard gas

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But tonight

By the light of hooded flashlights

There will be a small Revolutions