A couple of people have asked me why I’m off to Dallas for five days on Sunday.
My friend and fellow TOM member Anders Michael Hansen (present Principal of the Skandinavisk Akademi for Lederskab og Teologi) is in the process of gathering a group of European church planters who will be meeting up twice a year over 2007-09, to cross-fertilise: to share the models they are developing, what they perceive to be their strengths and weaknesses, to learn from each other. Anders Michael will be overseeing the group, along with Mike Breen (present Superior of The Order of Mission). I’ve been asked to be involved in a small team who will facilitate the group. We’re going to Dallas to get some training at the Leadership Network, who are looking to fund the project.
To be honest, I’d rather not be away from the family at this time – Elijah is six weeks old today; and though I went to Sweden when Noah was a new baby, three are more of a handful than two! But I’ve been looking for a way to be involved in European missional church experiments, at a strategic networking level. And if I have to go to Dallas first in order to do so, that – along with gifts for Jo and the children on my return! – is a small price to pay.
church planting , The Order of Mission , Europe , church , mission
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Overlap
It was a beautiful afternoon, and I went out into the garden with my camera.
The honeysuckle is coming to the end of its season: the flowers are dying, and even the clusters of bright red berries that follow them are drying up, their juice sucked out by insects. And yet there is a real beauty to this aging process…
At the same time, the rose bush on the other side of the lawn is in bud again: the latest bud just starting to unfurl into what may or may not be the last rose of the summer…Again, everything is beautiful in its own time.
Approaching one end; and another beginning…I sense that I am in a similar overlap.
photos , seasons , beauty
The Luddite And The Techno Geek
I am a Luddite. I am a techno geek.
Today I caught the bus out of town. There was something wrong, and the automated ticket printer/dispenser wouldn’t work. So the driver reached down and got out a book of card tickets – so old the colouration was breaking down – and a pair of metal punch-pliers, and did the tickets manually. (He gave me ‘his’ side – for records – rather than the customer’s side.) It took longer, but, far from getting impatient and complaining, all of the passengers loved it: a little trip down memory lane.
The old card tickets had soul that the paper strips lack. The paper strips get scrumpled up, stuffed into your pocket, and – hopefully – thrown into the recycling bin. And the card one will end up there too; but not straight away. Everyone took theirs away as a momento of the journey: a souvenir of the everyday trip, of the ordinary, that helped us view the ordinary with fresh eyes.
It reminded me of Steve Taylor’s thoughts on spiritual tourism and the role of souvenirs as potential take-away resources for those on a spiritual journey [chapter 5, the out of bounds church?].
On Sunday I’m flying to Dallas on a five-day trip; and on that journey I shan’t have any physical tickets at all, but e-tickets. Just as the Luddite in me loves [the tangibility of] card bus tickets, so my inner techno geek loves [the intangibility of] electronic plane tickets…Immanence and transcendence…
Luddite , techno geek , spiritual tourism
Sunday, September 24, 2006
A Matter Of Life And Death
My daughter is fond of snails. And very soft hearted. Today, she found a snail in the garden; and named her Mary: Snail Mary. Unfortunately, mummy trod on Snail Mary…
Susannah buried Mary, under a leaf. On the leaf, she placed a piece of paper saying ‘Mary’; and then weighted down the paper and the leaf with some flat stones. Then she decorated the grave with grass clippings and flower petals. As if to explain herself, she told me, in a very matter-of-fact way:
“I loved Mary very much. And I only found her today. But she’s dead now. And I don’t know how to show that I loved her.”
A few minutes later, she said: “I did love Mary, but now she’s dead I’ve found a replacement. I think she must be Mary’s sister: her shell is very similar, only she is much smaller.” At mummy’s suggestion, the snail was named Martha. Then Susannah and Noah found another small snail, and set about making a playground for them: various leaves, stones and handfuls of soil, on a decorative slab set in the lawn.
After tea, Susannah went back out into the garden and sat in a silent vigil at Snail Mary’s graveside.
Then she and Noah went to find Martha and the other snail, to play with them again…but both snails had long since headed for the flower bed. (“But they can’t have. Snails are incredibly slow!”)
family , snails , compassion , funeral rites , grieving process
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Lectionary | At The Coal-face
One of the most positive things about using the lectionary is that it exposes us to the Bible, not just our favourite parts of the Bible, or those parts we look to in order to build up a case for or against a pet or topical issue. Rather than mining scripture for what we can get out of it, the lectionary helps open us up to being mined by scripture, for what it can get out of us – the hopes and fears and assumptions and prejudices and expectations and devices and desires of our hearts, which need to be laid out in the open, brought out of darkness and into the glorious light of a God who longs for our broken selves to be made whole.
Today’s readings for Morning Prayer were 1 Kings 3, and Acts 14:8-end. And what they exposed for me were the ways in which the complexity of the Bible confounds our – confounds my – attempts to prescribe living…and therefore proscribe the lives of others.
1 Kings 3 – in which Solomon asks God for wisdom, and then is shown exercising it:
Solomon makes an alliance with the Pharaoh of Egypt and marries his daughter; and is seen to be worshipping God at the High Places. These actions would seem to defy God’s warnings in regard to ethnic/religious purity; and indeed lay a foundation for the concerns behind the warnings to come true, as Solomon goes on to take many foreign wives and ultimately displease God by establishing places of worship for their deities. But, this is the context in which God appears to Solomon in order to extend the offer, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.” God’s motive may be his covenant with Solomon’s father, David; but his timing is problematic to a neatly nailed-down view of how he relates to humanity…
Solomon asks for wisdom, and we are given a case-study to demonstrate how he applied that wisdom in administering justice, resolving the dispute between two prostitutes. It strikes me that these women were outside of the support-structures of their society – both gave birth without the presence of a midwife – and yet had the right to stand before the king to plead their case. Solomon displays unconditional justice for all, as opposed to prejudice. And he cuts through the dispute by piercing the heart, in order to expose what is within. What we discover is that the one who calls for justice without compassion isn’t interested in justice at all, but is motivated by self-interest…
Where am I demanding justice over compassion, and especially in relation to my own people? How can we ensure that in the sometimes heated dialogue between those for and against the emerging church or the ordination of women or homosexuality or charismatic gifts or mission-shaped-church or whatever it may be, that we are willing to give up what we hold dear (and I don’t mean as a means to getting it back again) in order that mercy triumphs over judgement?
Acts 14:8-end – in which Paul and Barnabas get in a spot of bother:
Missionaries exercising the gift of healing, and rain/crops/food/joy – the supernatural and the natural; the extraordinary and the mundane – are both testimony to God’s kindness. And both can be misinterpreted. And both need to be interpreted, or explained…
When malicious trouble-makers opposed to Paul’s gospel – Paul’s articulation of good news – come from Antioch and Iconium to Lystra, Paul initially moves on somewhere else; but then returns not only to Lystra but on to Iconium and Antioch: which seems to me to illustrate darkness trying to engulf light, only to be driven back itself…
Do I hold the breaking-in of the Kingdom of God and its ‘already-there-in-the-background’ with equal regard? Do I attempt to ‘resolve’ what is a paradox; to make an ‘either-or’ of a ‘both-and’?
Am I making trouble for anyone proclaiming Jesus, because I don’t like their particular emphasis, or don’t agree with them on every point of doctrine?
Conversely, am I allowing anyone making trouble for me, or those I would consider fellow-workers, to distract me from my sense of calling as I seek to follow Jesus? Or am I pressing on, accountable to the community that sends me out and supports me?
the lectionary , reading scripture , being read by scripture , emerging church , Christianity
Today’s readings for Morning Prayer were 1 Kings 3, and Acts 14:8-end. And what they exposed for me were the ways in which the complexity of the Bible confounds our – confounds my – attempts to prescribe living…and therefore proscribe the lives of others.
1 Kings 3 – in which Solomon asks God for wisdom, and then is shown exercising it:
Solomon makes an alliance with the Pharaoh of Egypt and marries his daughter; and is seen to be worshipping God at the High Places. These actions would seem to defy God’s warnings in regard to ethnic/religious purity; and indeed lay a foundation for the concerns behind the warnings to come true, as Solomon goes on to take many foreign wives and ultimately displease God by establishing places of worship for their deities. But, this is the context in which God appears to Solomon in order to extend the offer, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.” God’s motive may be his covenant with Solomon’s father, David; but his timing is problematic to a neatly nailed-down view of how he relates to humanity…
Solomon asks for wisdom, and we are given a case-study to demonstrate how he applied that wisdom in administering justice, resolving the dispute between two prostitutes. It strikes me that these women were outside of the support-structures of their society – both gave birth without the presence of a midwife – and yet had the right to stand before the king to plead their case. Solomon displays unconditional justice for all, as opposed to prejudice. And he cuts through the dispute by piercing the heart, in order to expose what is within. What we discover is that the one who calls for justice without compassion isn’t interested in justice at all, but is motivated by self-interest…
Where am I demanding justice over compassion, and especially in relation to my own people? How can we ensure that in the sometimes heated dialogue between those for and against the emerging church or the ordination of women or homosexuality or charismatic gifts or mission-shaped-church or whatever it may be, that we are willing to give up what we hold dear (and I don’t mean as a means to getting it back again) in order that mercy triumphs over judgement?
Acts 14:8-end – in which Paul and Barnabas get in a spot of bother:
Missionaries exercising the gift of healing, and rain/crops/food/joy – the supernatural and the natural; the extraordinary and the mundane – are both testimony to God’s kindness. And both can be misinterpreted. And both need to be interpreted, or explained…
When malicious trouble-makers opposed to Paul’s gospel – Paul’s articulation of good news – come from Antioch and Iconium to Lystra, Paul initially moves on somewhere else; but then returns not only to Lystra but on to Iconium and Antioch: which seems to me to illustrate darkness trying to engulf light, only to be driven back itself…
Do I hold the breaking-in of the Kingdom of God and its ‘already-there-in-the-background’ with equal regard? Do I attempt to ‘resolve’ what is a paradox; to make an ‘either-or’ of a ‘both-and’?
Am I making trouble for anyone proclaiming Jesus, because I don’t like their particular emphasis, or don’t agree with them on every point of doctrine?
Conversely, am I allowing anyone making trouble for me, or those I would consider fellow-workers, to distract me from my sense of calling as I seek to follow Jesus? Or am I pressing on, accountable to the community that sends me out and supports me?
the lectionary , reading scripture , being read by scripture , emerging church , Christianity
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Bi-polar Bare
Comedian Stephen Fry’s extraordinarily candid exploration of living with bipolar disorder – Stephen Fry’s The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive (part 1 of 2) – was a welcome intrusion into our TV world tonight: serious, educational, life-affirming; bringing out into the light a mental illness more common than is diagnosed.
I had suicidal breakdowns at ages 12 and 17, and have known something of the ‘manic’ side as well as the ‘depression’ side; and have also known wide extremes of mood, from reckless confidence to crippling self-loathing, among relatives. My own personality has been stable for well over a decade now; but my experience has certainly been insightful in empathising with others.
I thank you, Mr Fry. Bravo!
Stephen Fry , bipolarity , manic depression
I had suicidal breakdowns at ages 12 and 17, and have known something of the ‘manic’ side as well as the ‘depression’ side; and have also known wide extremes of mood, from reckless confidence to crippling self-loathing, among relatives. My own personality has been stable for well over a decade now; but my experience has certainly been insightful in empathising with others.
I thank you, Mr Fry. Bravo!
Stephen Fry , bipolarity , manic depression
Listed
From 1991-99, I studied in the Department of Biblical Studies at The University of Sheffield. Yesterday I visited the department, on the eleventh floor of the Arts Tower, for the first time in many years. The building was opened, by the Queen Mother, in 1965; and I was always led to believe that it was a temporary measure, created with a twenty-year lifespan. But somewhere along the line some officious committee burdened the edifice – the tallest building in Sheffield, and the tallest university building in the UK, apparently – with Listed status, which means that it cannot be dismantled, but is cursed to an eternal twilight of being propped-up (eventually, perhaps, quite literally). And, while building work has continued apace on the campus, none of it has been for the benefit of re-housing the Arts.
I was shocked to see how the building, already beyond its use-by date when I first crossed its threshold, was falling apart. It was like Luke Skywalker returning to Dagobah, and being shocked to see how Yoda had aged. Throughout the tower, asbestos is being removed by night, while its inhabitants work on by day; of the two columns of toilet facilities, the men’s is currently out of order on every floor, due to flooding – the women’s toilets are being co-opted on alternate floors; and the building has been without any hot water since June…
A lot goes on within that building that it would be sad to lose (as may one short-sighted day be inevitable for Arts departments in British universities, though I hope not). But, that creativity is seriously constrained by being forced, by planners external to the community who use the building, to operate within a shell that no longer meets the requirements for which it was built. I sort of understand why we List buildings; but I suspect no-one who has ever imposed such a death sentence will ever enter into the Kingdom of Heaven…
the Arts Tower , listed buildings , retro moments
Monday, September 18, 2006
Rebuild The Ancient Walls
This is my 500th post on this blog-site. And what better way to mark the occasion than to write about the on-going adventures of Jamie Oliver in his quest to help us re-imagine? Tonight saw the first episode of his return to the campaign to address childhood obesity and related health/educational/social factors, by turning around standards in the provision of school dinners – and attitudes towards, and provision of, food in the home.
Jamie’s latest idea – as always, simple to conceive, and far harder to bring to fruition – is to link-up local producers with local pubs and/or restaurants to cook for local schools that have no kitchens. This makes sense economically, both from the point-of-view of the school budget – wholesale produce is far cheaper than supermarket equivalents – and in terms of fostering the local economy, potentially creating local jobs, certainly investing in local businesses. But more than that, what Jamie is trying to do is to foster community taking responsibility for being community – where the pub owner and the head-teacher see that they can work together to address a significant problem. And that is hard – even in the first episode we see resistance – because our sense of community has been so broken down; everyone has their head down, trying to survive, or get richer, or whatever it may be…
But, as Martin Luther King taught us, a society can change (though always in an incomplete way)…and that change starts with one person who can articulate a vision – a dream – that starts to resonate with the frustrations of others, in a hope-full way. Jamie Oliver would seem to be one such visionary.
I’d love to see church communities deciding to get on board with this campaign, and others like it, that seek to join those who live and work alongside each other into a fuller community. Not trying to take over; or set up a parallel; but seeking to serve in whatever way is most appropriate…
UPDATE: my mistake - this was a stand-alone follow-up to the original series, and not the first of a new series.
Jamie Oliver , school dinners , community , joined+up+thinking
Jamie’s latest idea – as always, simple to conceive, and far harder to bring to fruition – is to link-up local producers with local pubs and/or restaurants to cook for local schools that have no kitchens. This makes sense economically, both from the point-of-view of the school budget – wholesale produce is far cheaper than supermarket equivalents – and in terms of fostering the local economy, potentially creating local jobs, certainly investing in local businesses. But more than that, what Jamie is trying to do is to foster community taking responsibility for being community – where the pub owner and the head-teacher see that they can work together to address a significant problem. And that is hard – even in the first episode we see resistance – because our sense of community has been so broken down; everyone has their head down, trying to survive, or get richer, or whatever it may be…
But, as Martin Luther King taught us, a society can change (though always in an incomplete way)…and that change starts with one person who can articulate a vision – a dream – that starts to resonate with the frustrations of others, in a hope-full way. Jamie Oliver would seem to be one such visionary.
I’d love to see church communities deciding to get on board with this campaign, and others like it, that seek to join those who live and work alongside each other into a fuller community. Not trying to take over; or set up a parallel; but seeking to serve in whatever way is most appropriate…
UPDATE: my mistake - this was a stand-alone follow-up to the original series, and not the first of a new series.
Jamie Oliver , school dinners , community , joined+up+thinking
From Small Acorns...
…large oaks grow.
Here are my children, at the thanksgiving for the daughter of friends’ yesterday morning.
Susannah (5 ½) has just been elected by her peers to be their class rep. Apparently a girl and a boy rep from each Y1 and Y2 class attend regular meetings (in class time) where they discuss how the school constitution might be applied in various contexts. First up was: the canteen. According to my very proper daughter:
“CARE and SHARE. Now, which of these do we want to see happening in the canteen? Only ‘care’. We don’t want sharing in the canteen.” [because of the risk of food allergies]
Noah (3 ½) has really stepped up to the mark of being a big brother this summer, growing in physical stature. Trousers he has worn seemingly for ever suddenly end half-way down his shins; and carrying him in, asleep, from the car takes effort now that it never used to – he has thickened out, as well as stretching. Noah is the clown, who loves playing to the audience; and he can make me laugh with just one look.
Elijah is one month old today. Like his brother, he’s bulking-up well. He’s also very alert when he is awake. And gorgeous :-)
family
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Signs And Wonders
There is so much to the understanding of church and mission emerging (for want of a better word?) from the ‘emerging church’ that I find extremely helpful; but one thing that troubles me is the profound dis-ease with signs and wonders. This seems to me to be more about reaction against other expressions of church, than arising from serious engagement with the biblical narrative we, as twenty-first century followers of Jesus, place ourselves in continuous trajectory with.
The reasons for this dis-ease are articulated well by Peter Rollins in his excellent contribution How (Not) To Speak Of God: on the one hand, demonstrations of miraculous power may be seen as forcing a positive response, leaving the one who experiences them no alternative, akin to the crusaders ‘winning converts’ at sword-point; and on the other hand, such an approach may result in people choosing to respond positively for what they can get out of God, rather than out of love for God.
Both these possibilities are undoubtedly real. And yet. And yet, we have to face up to the Gospel representation of Jesus as one who worked miracles, and who delegated his power and authority to his disciples to do the same – first twelve, then seventy-two, and then through all generations until his return.
Jesus healed the sick, out of compassion, and in order to set those held captive through sickness by satan free. With healing came the invitation to live life differently, to follow him (whether that be physically following him or following his example). It would appear that some, but not all, did – the experience did not violate their free will – and that those who followed did so for a variety of reasons: curiosity, self-interest, love, ultimately incorrect Messiah theology…or a complex mix of several motives. And as people followed, so their understanding was challenged and their motives were confronted…Some chose to go back to their previous way of life; others, to carry on following, being challenged, being confronted, being changed. Their initial reasons for following were not what mattered, so much as the ongoing, evolving, nature of their following.
Anything can be abused; but that is not reason to reject the thing in question. Any expression of the Church that rejects the place of signs and wonders in her mission rejects the One who sends us out with the command to go into new neighbourhoods and heal the sick, raise the dead, and bring freedom to the demonised we find there, as evidence that God comes to set his people free.
emerging church , theology , signs and wonders , mission
The reasons for this dis-ease are articulated well by Peter Rollins in his excellent contribution How (Not) To Speak Of God: on the one hand, demonstrations of miraculous power may be seen as forcing a positive response, leaving the one who experiences them no alternative, akin to the crusaders ‘winning converts’ at sword-point; and on the other hand, such an approach may result in people choosing to respond positively for what they can get out of God, rather than out of love for God.
Both these possibilities are undoubtedly real. And yet. And yet, we have to face up to the Gospel representation of Jesus as one who worked miracles, and who delegated his power and authority to his disciples to do the same – first twelve, then seventy-two, and then through all generations until his return.
Jesus healed the sick, out of compassion, and in order to set those held captive through sickness by satan free. With healing came the invitation to live life differently, to follow him (whether that be physically following him or following his example). It would appear that some, but not all, did – the experience did not violate their free will – and that those who followed did so for a variety of reasons: curiosity, self-interest, love, ultimately incorrect Messiah theology…or a complex mix of several motives. And as people followed, so their understanding was challenged and their motives were confronted…Some chose to go back to their previous way of life; others, to carry on following, being challenged, being confronted, being changed. Their initial reasons for following were not what mattered, so much as the ongoing, evolving, nature of their following.
Anything can be abused; but that is not reason to reject the thing in question. Any expression of the Church that rejects the place of signs and wonders in her mission rejects the One who sends us out with the command to go into new neighbourhoods and heal the sick, raise the dead, and bring freedom to the demonised we find there, as evidence that God comes to set his people free.
emerging church , theology , signs and wonders , mission
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
One Year On
One year ago today we were in the air en route to our three month sabbatical in Perth, Western Australia, and the unknown beyond…
One year ago tomorrow we arrived, on the historic day that England beat Australia in the Ashes…to be met at the airport with the jovial Aussie greeting, “Congratulations, you bastard!”
Time flies. Thank you, once again, to all those who opened their homes and their hearts to us, up and down the scenic West Coast Highway.
sabbatical , Perth WA
One year ago tomorrow we arrived, on the historic day that England beat Australia in the Ashes…to be met at the airport with the jovial Aussie greeting, “Congratulations, you bastard!”
Time flies. Thank you, once again, to all those who opened their homes and their hearts to us, up and down the scenic West Coast Highway.
sabbatical , Perth WA
What You Do Shapes What You See
It’s interesting how what you do effects what you see.
Crookes is a traditional, predominantly working class, community; essentially a village within the city (as so many parts of Sheffield, divided up as it is by hills and valleys, are). The ‘traditional’ community is an aging one. But its proximity to the University means that Crookes is also full of students for nine months of the year; and of those who graduated perhaps over ten years ago and stayed on, marrying and having children (today’s graduates can’t afford to buy here now).
Although I’ve lived in Sheffield since 1991, I’ve only lived in Crookes since the start of this year. In the past I have worked in Crookes, for the church, and predominantly with students; and now I’m working in Crookes again, at a sheltered accommodation for adults with Cerebral Palsy or Spina Bifida.
My current job brings me into regular contact with Sheffield City Council homecare workers, who come out to elderly or disabled people in their own homes, to help them wash and dress, and do their shopping. And as I walk to and from work along the main street, Crookes seems to be crawling with homecare workers, in their blue tunics, going about their business like ants on a leaf-pile. They will have been there before, but then I didn’t see them; now, every way I turn, they’re there. What you do effects what you see – and what you don’t see.
What do you do? What do you see? What don’t you see, right there before your eyes?
observation , community
Monday, September 11, 2006
Who Is My Neighbour?
When later interviewed, the neighbours of the young men all said that there was nothing in their growing up – in the bosom of their community – to distinguish them from all the other boys, boys with their ambitions to be shopkeepers and doctors; nothing to suggest the sinister arc that was to come.
And yet, somewhere along the line, these few came under the influence of older men, ideologues and war-mongers, who took them off to training camps far from the prying eyes of the world and systematically filled their heads and hearts with doctrines of superiority, and hate; who taught them in the ways of weaponry and art of war.
They returned home, these who had gone off mere boys and come back men with zeal burning in their eyes; and said goodbyes, and met up with their comrades once again. On American soil, they had flying lessons; and then, one fateful day that changed the world forever, they took control of planes and flew over a proud skyline, targeting its famous towers, obliterating steel and stone; and leaving only widows and orphans in their place.
How should we feel about these young men; and about the older men whose orders they carried out?
And does it make a difference whether the men in question are those who planned and executed the destruction of the Twin Towers; or the Shock and Awe destruction of Baghdad?
God of the Holocaust People, be with all those made scapegoats to justify the evil in our own hearts this night and always; and save us from the making of scapegoats – save us from ourselves. Amen.
terror , prejudice
And yet, somewhere along the line, these few came under the influence of older men, ideologues and war-mongers, who took them off to training camps far from the prying eyes of the world and systematically filled their heads and hearts with doctrines of superiority, and hate; who taught them in the ways of weaponry and art of war.
They returned home, these who had gone off mere boys and come back men with zeal burning in their eyes; and said goodbyes, and met up with their comrades once again. On American soil, they had flying lessons; and then, one fateful day that changed the world forever, they took control of planes and flew over a proud skyline, targeting its famous towers, obliterating steel and stone; and leaving only widows and orphans in their place.
How should we feel about these young men; and about the older men whose orders they carried out?
And does it make a difference whether the men in question are those who planned and executed the destruction of the Twin Towers; or the Shock and Awe destruction of Baghdad?
God of the Holocaust People, be with all those made scapegoats to justify the evil in our own hearts this night and always; and save us from the making of scapegoats – save us from ourselves. Amen.
terror , prejudice
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Poang Chair
Yesterday we went down to IKEA Nottingham and back. With two adults, two children, a baby, and several items of flat-pack self-assemble furniture plus a few miscellaneous smaller items to fit in, organising ourselves for the journey home was a bit like one of those puzzles where you have to slide eight tiles around in a nine-tile-sized frame until you form the picture…
IKEA furniture – perhaps epitomised by the Poang chair – has come to be omnipresent, the Home Furnishing of the hoi polloi, and as such you either love it or you hate it. I love IKEA, perhaps in part because I have enjoyed my trips to Sweden and appreciated my Swedish friends so much; but also because I like the design ethos, and many of the designs. I understand the ‘down-side’ of ‘the IKEA principle’: those who think it a shame to see furniture (in this example) divorced from local materials, local designers, the local economy; and/or who believe that just because something is good in its original context doesn’t mean it should be reproduced globally. But, I’m inclined to think that such concerns are a little naive: we can point to many historical precedents of exported design, such as the European fashion for Chinoiserie (Dutch pottery, French wallpaper, English cabinets, all in a ‘Chinese’ style); or Classical architecture, which ‘globalised’ ancient Greco-Roman forms. Moreover, what do the terms ‘local’ and ‘global’ really mean these days? Depending on the context, ‘local’ to me may mean my neighbourhood, the city I live in, the region it is in, the UK, or the European Union.
Here’s some things I like about ‘the IKEA principle’ – and might also consider relevant to the context of church/mission models:
• IKEA designers start by deciding the price tag – i.e. with a given customer profile in mind – and work from there, so that the result is a range of solutions for a range of pockets. In other words, the packages are not only applicable to / practical for a select few.
• In constructing the furniture myself, I am involved in the process of creating something that is both functionally appropriate in my own context and aesthetically pleasing, without having first to have done years of professional design training at Art College or a carpentry apprenticeship.
• The design catalogue addresses both the home and the workplace environment.
• By asking the customer to play an active part – in fetching their own furniture from the warehouse space; in clearing away their tray in the restaurant – IKEA reduce the expenses incurred by paying someone to do every job. (Of course, there are still a range of jobs for which a team is employed, as one would expect.)
• There is enough choice in the catalogue to create a combination that is individual / context-specific, while sharing the basic elements with many others.
IKEA , emerging church , church
IKEA furniture – perhaps epitomised by the Poang chair – has come to be omnipresent, the Home Furnishing of the hoi polloi, and as such you either love it or you hate it. I love IKEA, perhaps in part because I have enjoyed my trips to Sweden and appreciated my Swedish friends so much; but also because I like the design ethos, and many of the designs. I understand the ‘down-side’ of ‘the IKEA principle’: those who think it a shame to see furniture (in this example) divorced from local materials, local designers, the local economy; and/or who believe that just because something is good in its original context doesn’t mean it should be reproduced globally. But, I’m inclined to think that such concerns are a little naive: we can point to many historical precedents of exported design, such as the European fashion for Chinoiserie (Dutch pottery, French wallpaper, English cabinets, all in a ‘Chinese’ style); or Classical architecture, which ‘globalised’ ancient Greco-Roman forms. Moreover, what do the terms ‘local’ and ‘global’ really mean these days? Depending on the context, ‘local’ to me may mean my neighbourhood, the city I live in, the region it is in, the UK, or the European Union.
Here’s some things I like about ‘the IKEA principle’ – and might also consider relevant to the context of church/mission models:
• IKEA designers start by deciding the price tag – i.e. with a given customer profile in mind – and work from there, so that the result is a range of solutions for a range of pockets. In other words, the packages are not only applicable to / practical for a select few.
• In constructing the furniture myself, I am involved in the process of creating something that is both functionally appropriate in my own context and aesthetically pleasing, without having first to have done years of professional design training at Art College or a carpentry apprenticeship.
• The design catalogue addresses both the home and the workplace environment.
• By asking the customer to play an active part – in fetching their own furniture from the warehouse space; in clearing away their tray in the restaurant – IKEA reduce the expenses incurred by paying someone to do every job. (Of course, there are still a range of jobs for which a team is employed, as one would expect.)
• There is enough choice in the catalogue to create a combination that is individual / context-specific, while sharing the basic elements with many others.
IKEA , emerging church , church
A Change In The Air
Yesterday was the end of summer. Today was the start of autumn. I felt it in the cold air that evaporated the sweat off my back after I had mowed the lawn; felt it in my intercostals.
Susannah went back to school on Wednesday; Noah went back to nursery on Thursday. And a change is in the air; a new season.
You can’t beat a crisp, dry autumn.
autumn , seasons
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Twin Towers | Icon
As we approach the fifth anniversary of 9/11, the Twin Towers will fall again and again before our eyes this week; breaking-into our living rooms; breaking into our lives; silently disrupting our clamorous demands that we be entertained. These are among the most iconic images of our generation: iconic in the cultural sense of being instantly recognisable, fixing us in time and space…but also iconic in the religious sense, of being an image in which we encounter God, gaze upon him and feel his gaze upon us.
I do not believe that the destruction of the twin towers of the World Trade Centre was God’s will, an act of divine judgement on the West. And yet, I do believe that standing at Ground Zero we, as westerners, (can, and ought to) encounter God’s judgement.
9/11 was a ‘kairos’ event, a moment where life, as we know it, is interrupted – rudely, violently interrupted – allowing the Kingdom of Heaven to break-into the world, to fill and transform the vacuum. For those who fell, and cried out to God in their falling, I believe the Kingdom of Heaven broke in with mercy and with rescue, if not of the body, of the soul. For those who witnessed the events first-hand, not mitigated by a TV screen; and for those who lost loved ones in the pillars of fire and cloud; I believe that the Kingdom of Heaven was, and remains, available, in the here-and-now, for healing. But for us as a wider community, who by our actions and our refusal to act have endorsed a global economy that exploits two-thirds of the world, I do believe the Kingdom of Heaven broke in, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, with judgement.
The choice of the ‘World’ Trade Centre was not arbitrary; nor was its concerted targeting wrong – though the means of targeting was utterly evil. But what concerns me as much, perhaps more than, the acts of terror is the response of the West. Presented with a moment for repentance, we chose defiance. Presented with an opportunity to re-evaluate our society, we chose to redouble our efforts to continue on the same path as before. Presented with the possibility of opposing and defeating evil through choosing to love our enemies and laying down our lives for another – sacrificing our monetary security so that fewer children might die needlessly in Africa, for example – we chose to attempt to oppose and defeat evil by its own means, at its own game…and have succeeded in fuelling the fires and cause of terror against us.
Five years on, we get another moment, another opportunity, another possibility…
“How long, how long must I sing this song? How long, how long?”
terrorism , icon , kairos event , divine judgement , divine mercy
I do not believe that the destruction of the twin towers of the World Trade Centre was God’s will, an act of divine judgement on the West. And yet, I do believe that standing at Ground Zero we, as westerners, (can, and ought to) encounter God’s judgement.
9/11 was a ‘kairos’ event, a moment where life, as we know it, is interrupted – rudely, violently interrupted – allowing the Kingdom of Heaven to break-into the world, to fill and transform the vacuum. For those who fell, and cried out to God in their falling, I believe the Kingdom of Heaven broke in with mercy and with rescue, if not of the body, of the soul. For those who witnessed the events first-hand, not mitigated by a TV screen; and for those who lost loved ones in the pillars of fire and cloud; I believe that the Kingdom of Heaven was, and remains, available, in the here-and-now, for healing. But for us as a wider community, who by our actions and our refusal to act have endorsed a global economy that exploits two-thirds of the world, I do believe the Kingdom of Heaven broke in, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, with judgement.
The choice of the ‘World’ Trade Centre was not arbitrary; nor was its concerted targeting wrong – though the means of targeting was utterly evil. But what concerns me as much, perhaps more than, the acts of terror is the response of the West. Presented with a moment for repentance, we chose defiance. Presented with an opportunity to re-evaluate our society, we chose to redouble our efforts to continue on the same path as before. Presented with the possibility of opposing and defeating evil through choosing to love our enemies and laying down our lives for another – sacrificing our monetary security so that fewer children might die needlessly in Africa, for example – we chose to attempt to oppose and defeat evil by its own means, at its own game…and have succeeded in fuelling the fires and cause of terror against us.
Five years on, we get another moment, another opportunity, another possibility…
“How long, how long must I sing this song? How long, how long?”
terrorism , icon , kairos event , divine judgement , divine mercy
Friday, September 01, 2006
A Theology Of [God]parents
Like his sister and brother before him, Elijah will be baptised as a baby.
Baptism is the sign of the covenant-agreement between God and humanity inaugurated by, and in, Jesus; biblical covenant-agreements are by definition made between two parties and their children/descendants, so that the children of the parties are in the covenant community until such time as they opt out, as opposed to being out until such time as they opt in; and as such children bear the sign of the covenant into which they are included. While I value the many things I have learnt from Christians of traditions that dedicate, rather than baptise, their children – and, indeed, love being part of a local expression of the Church that practices both (Anglican) paedo-baptism and (Baptist) dedication – I honestly believe that the dedication tradition that arose in certain expressions of the Church within the Modern historical era flows from an inadequate theology of covenant; allowing a reactive response to indiscriminate paedo-baptism that literally threw the baby out with the bath-water.
While we waited for Elijah to be born, we thought seriously about whom to ask to be godparents. We know that we cannot raise children on our own; we need the help of the community around us; and our tradition appoints certain individuals to be representatives of that wider community – that do not absolve the wider community from its role, but are ‘effectual signs’ (that is, signs that have the power to effect a change – in attitude, in behaviour – in the viewer) to the community to remind them of their role; to us to remind us that we have the support of the community; and to Elijah to remind him of both these aspects. The community of which I am speaking is first the Church (the family of God), but also the wider community of humanity (the children of God).
As we did for Susannah and Noah, we chose two couples. But unlike before, only three of the people we have asked would consider themselves to be a Christian, and able to make the liturgical promises of the Church before God. Elijah will have a godfather, two godmothers, and – I don’t know what the term might be, but it isn’t a lesser or second-rate appointment.
In the particular Christian tradition we come from, that might be a controversial decision, or even an error. I am committed to the human activity of evangelism, or, proclaiming God’s good news; and the divine activity of conversion, the process whereby the fractured image of God is restored, by degrees, in a human being. And that means that I must be open to being evangelised, daily, myself – even by someone who does not claim to speak for God but through whom God can reveal Jesus to me – or to my children – nonetheless. That is not relativism: I believe that God is reconciling all things uniquely through Jesus; but recognise that God is not limited to acting through the Church alone in this. I trust my children to the care of all their [god]parents; and entrust them into the greater care of the God to whom all those friends, ultimately and inadequately, point.
infant baptism , godparents , emerging church , evangelism , conversion , covenant , spirituality , community , theology
Baptism is the sign of the covenant-agreement between God and humanity inaugurated by, and in, Jesus; biblical covenant-agreements are by definition made between two parties and their children/descendants, so that the children of the parties are in the covenant community until such time as they opt out, as opposed to being out until such time as they opt in; and as such children bear the sign of the covenant into which they are included. While I value the many things I have learnt from Christians of traditions that dedicate, rather than baptise, their children – and, indeed, love being part of a local expression of the Church that practices both (Anglican) paedo-baptism and (Baptist) dedication – I honestly believe that the dedication tradition that arose in certain expressions of the Church within the Modern historical era flows from an inadequate theology of covenant; allowing a reactive response to indiscriminate paedo-baptism that literally threw the baby out with the bath-water.
While we waited for Elijah to be born, we thought seriously about whom to ask to be godparents. We know that we cannot raise children on our own; we need the help of the community around us; and our tradition appoints certain individuals to be representatives of that wider community – that do not absolve the wider community from its role, but are ‘effectual signs’ (that is, signs that have the power to effect a change – in attitude, in behaviour – in the viewer) to the community to remind them of their role; to us to remind us that we have the support of the community; and to Elijah to remind him of both these aspects. The community of which I am speaking is first the Church (the family of God), but also the wider community of humanity (the children of God).
As we did for Susannah and Noah, we chose two couples. But unlike before, only three of the people we have asked would consider themselves to be a Christian, and able to make the liturgical promises of the Church before God. Elijah will have a godfather, two godmothers, and – I don’t know what the term might be, but it isn’t a lesser or second-rate appointment.
In the particular Christian tradition we come from, that might be a controversial decision, or even an error. I am committed to the human activity of evangelism, or, proclaiming God’s good news; and the divine activity of conversion, the process whereby the fractured image of God is restored, by degrees, in a human being. And that means that I must be open to being evangelised, daily, myself – even by someone who does not claim to speak for God but through whom God can reveal Jesus to me – or to my children – nonetheless. That is not relativism: I believe that God is reconciling all things uniquely through Jesus; but recognise that God is not limited to acting through the Church alone in this. I trust my children to the care of all their [god]parents; and entrust them into the greater care of the God to whom all those friends, ultimately and inadequately, point.
infant baptism , godparents , emerging church , evangelism , conversion , covenant , spirituality , community , theology
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