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Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts

Monday, March 02, 2020

A place to bring your pain


Eight years ago today, I took the funeral of a young man who had been the victim of a particularly brutal murder. It was, and I hope will remain, the most traumatic funeral I have ever had to walk alongside a family.

When we open our church doors to the community, we do so primarily as a place to bring their pain. This is ultimately true even of weddings and christenings, for to birth a marriage or a child into the world is to open ourselves to the inevitability of pain, even if the gas-and-air of celebrations takes the edge of it.

And the Church says, here is a place where you can always bring your pain; a safe place where you can sit with it long enough not to get over it but perhaps to make peace with it. Where the burden can be shared, by neighbours who will pray for you (some ask, what good does that do? but, at times, there is nothing else that can be done), by those who have gone before us, by the Son of Man who gladly carries our infirmities and burdens.

I knew a man once who had come into the church for the funeral of his daughter, a young woman taken too soon by cancer, and who from then on found it too hard to enter the building. His coming to church, from then on, was to mow the church lawn, alongside others who did the same. He did so, religiously, as they say. It matters not which side of the door he was on. In so doing, he was held together while he healed to the possibility of a new life, that carried the memory of another.

And for those of us whose wounds are not raw, the church is a place where we come in from walking alongside our neighbours, and receive the bread and wine and cold water of the Spirit poured out over us, that refreshes us in preparation for another day, another week, seeking out the heavy-laden and saying, there is a place where you can go.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Of clothes and a spirituality of clothing


A big favour:

On Sunday 30th June one of the set readings is 2 Kings 2:1-2, 6-14. It is the story of Elijah being taken from the earth in a heavenly chariot of fire; and of Elisha, who was like a son to him, inheriting his cloak. It was a piece of clothing heavily invested with identity and memory and legacy. As certain items of clothing so often are.

I wonder whether anyone would be brave enough to tell me your stories of the experience of:

going through the wardrobe of a parent, spouse, or child who has died;

or

wearing an item of role-related clothing that has been passed down to you by someone else (or a line of others) who have worn it before you;

or

of buying your clothes predominantly from a second-hand store;

or

of a time when a change of clothing empowered you to step more confidently into a new chapter of your life.

I might be interested in sharing those stories with others, with your permission, and in anonymised form if you would prefer.

You can direct message me if you would be willing to respond.

Thank you.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Light, praying


This morning I was interrupted twice while at Morning Prayer. Ordinarily I might respond, “I’ll be with you after Morning Prayer,” and, perhaps, “Would you like to join me?” But today both interruptions were things that needed to be dealt with in the moment; and dealt with by me. So, after the second interruption, I gave up, and left the praying to the light falling through the window.



How can light pray? Well, if Isaiah can speak of the mountains and hills bursting into songs of praise, then I think I can speak of sunlight praying.

The vocation of light is to illuminate, to shine in darkness. At times, the light falls diffuse through the window; and when it does so, the white-painted walls reflect it back, uniformly. But at other times, it shines with focused intention, and dances across the darkened wall, in patterns of delight. And that, at least it seems to me, is how light prays; how that which is created responds to its Creator.



At times, we find it hard to pray, perhaps due to interruptions, or distractions, or ill-health. Like light, we can still fulfil our vocation—the purpose we were made for—in such times; even if we are unconscious of doing so. At other times, we can articulate prayer, with or without words. To do so is good, and makes a difference to the world, not least in and through the one who prays. But when we can’t, we are not abandoned. Jesus prays for us, the Holy Spirit prays within us—and all creation prays around us, even the light.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Quiet Day : part 3

‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day: Session Three

The ‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day at Sunderland Minster took the form of three sessions. Each began with listening to a reflection on a passage from the Bible. This was followed in the first and third session with space to respond individually: in reading the passage and the reflection, praying, journaling, drawing; or looking at the sculpture from different angles, or through coloured lenses, or binoculars. In the second session we took the different approach of group discussion.

The sessions build one on another; depend on simplicity and space; and come with the health warning that they might bring to the surface any manner of things between you and God, including deep things. So the space is to be held as holy ground, and with the possibility to discuss anything with me – as the facilitator – in confidence. As several people expressed an interest but could not attend, now that it has taken place I am posting the reflections, with a link to the Scripture stories they relate to.


Reflection on Isaiah 6

The God who reveals himself at the foot of the mountain. The same God, who conceals himself on the mountain. And now, at last, the Seraphs.

By this time, God has descended the mountain that lies beyond the wilderness, journeyed with his people on their long wanderings in that in-between place, and eventually ascended another mountain – Mount Zion, the ridge above Jerusalem. Here, God allowed Solomon to build him a temple, an anchor-point between earth and heaven. And here, Isaiah finds himself with his feet on earth but his eyes opened to the heavenly realm.

The scale is so vast that the hem of God’s robe fills the earthly temple. All else is beyond sight, beyond imagination. Six-winged Seraphs stand in attendance before him, calling out to one another, ‘Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.’

The whole earth. Egypt. The wilderness. The Promised Land. The far-off places of future exile.

And Isaiah is undone. He is lost. Before this global glory, he cannot position himself anywhere. He is lost; and so are his people. God’s people.

It is one of the seraphs who approaches him first, just as it was an angel who initially caught Moses’ eye. An intermediary between God and humans. And just as the bush beyond the wilderness blazed with fire without being burned, so the utterly lost Isaiah is touched with fire and not defaced, not erased. Instead, he too is set-apart for a holy purpose.

And like Moses, after the angel, then and only then the voice of God. But this time, God does not address Isaiah directly; instead, Isaiah overhears a conversation God is having with his heavenly council. ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ Moses said, ‘Here I am.’ Isaiah says ‘Here am I’ – ‘Here am I; send me!’

Here I am, present before you, God, if somewhat unconvinced. Here am I, available to you, quite convinced if lacking understanding of what will be involved.

Here I am. Here am I. The movement from walking by sight to walking by faith. From revelation into mystery.

God instructs Isaiah what he is to say: declaring, ‘Keep listening, but do not comprehend; keep looking, but do not understand.’ Indeed, Isaiah is to facilitate the people’s persistent lack of understanding by means of eyes and ears and minds.

Which begins with Isaiah himself, who cannot comprehend and asks, ‘How long, O Lord?’ How long? Until nothing that stands remains standing.

What is this strange word? Perhaps it is this: not that God does not want to heal his people, but that the way of understanding is not the way by which he has chosen for us to arrive there.

God could have led the Israelites from Egypt to the Promised Land in two weeks, but chose to take them on a forty-year detour. To whom ought God give account for his reasons?

We have moved from revelation to mystery, and now to the two held in paradox: keep listening, keep looking, for revelation – but don’t mistake it for knowing God. Instead, let it draw you further into the mystery of Love that is God – especially when you are tempted to give in. For no-one was ever healed by what they knew about God, but rather by experiencing God, whose hem alone we might just get to see.


Quiet Day : part 2

‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day: Session Two

The ‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day at Sunderland Minster took the form of three sessions. Each began with listening to a reflection on a passage from the Bible. This was followed in the first and third session with space to respond individually: in reading the passage and the reflection, praying, journaling, drawing; or looking at the sculpture from different angles, or through coloured lenses, or binoculars. In the second session we took the different approach of group discussion.

The sessions build one on another; depend on simplicity and space; and come with the health warning that they might bring to the surface any manner of things between you and God, including deep things. So the space is to be held as holy ground, and with the possibility to discuss anything with me – as the facilitator – in confidence. As several people expressed an interest but could not attend, now that it has taken place I am posting the reflections, with a link to the Scripture stories they relate to.


Reflection on Exodus 19 & 20

The first time Moses meets God, it is in blazing light at the foot of the mountain. This time, it is on the mountain itself, in a dense cloud, the mountain wrapped in smoke; and in time, the encounter moves into thick darkness.

The movement is from seen to unseen.

The movement is not from mystery to greater revelation, but from revelation to greater mystery. This is as true for the New Testament, which moves from the Incarnation (seen) to the Ascension (unseen – blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe), as it is for the Old Testament. The purpose is not that we get to know God better, but that we open ourselves more fully to love, growing to trust the God we can only ever know a little, better.

God draws close. But there are limits to how close humans can get to God, and live.

God speaks, and gives words. Words that will be cut into stone, just as the sides of the mountain itself are carved in ridges and gullies, hiding places in which to shelter and outcrops from which to survey the people spread out below, at least when the cloud has lifted.

God cannot be known, only loved. Cannot be possessed, only entered-into. Stepping into the thick darkness, trusting that there will be solid ground beneath your feet. One cannot prove or measure God before putting one’s trust in him.

The words are given for us to enter-into, in trust. They do not, for example, list wrongful use of the name of the LORD your God, nor offer any explanation as to why you shall not make wrongful use. Instead, they draw us further into mystery. What might happen, if we dare to remember the Sabbath day, and keep it holy? What might happen, if we dare to not covet? The people respond to this degree of un-knowing with unholy fear: Moses exhorts them, ‘Do not be afraid.’

This is the way of living with God in our midst. Reverently. Aware of our God-honoured limitations, and of God’s steadfast love.

The words, the mountain, the darkness all point to something more. To the unutterable. Untouchable. To super-saturated light in which we are blind and yet aware that we are not left alone. For God has come down to us.

And we are called to come up the mountain.


Quiet Day : part 1

‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day: Session One

The ‘Yahweh & the Seraphim’ Quiet Day at Sunderland Minster took the form of three sessions. Each began with listening to a reflection on a passage from the Bible. This was followed in the first and third session with space to respond individually: in reading the passage and the reflection, praying, journaling, drawing; or looking at the sculpture from different angles, or through coloured lenses, or binoculars. In the second session we took the different approach of group discussion.

The sessions build one on another; depend on simplicity and space; and come with the health warning that they might bring to the surface any manner of things between you and God, including deep things. So the space is to be held as holy ground, and with the possibility to discuss anything with me – as the facilitator – in confidence. As several people expressed an interest but could not attend, now that it has taken place I am posting the reflections, with a link to the Scripture stories they relate to.


Reflection on Exodus 3

The last thing Moses wants is to be found. He is, after all, a fugitive on the run. He has made a new life for himself, in the wilderness. One wonders how much he has told the woman he has married about his former life; the extent to which he has disclosed, and held back; what territory lies between them even as they lie together in the dark?

He is a man who has accommodated himself within a life he could never have imagined in his younger days. Is it a disappointment? A relief? Some indescribable mixture of the two? His horizon has shifted, his world become very small, the sky above vast.

On this day, he has journeyed beyond the wilderness, has pushed beyond the back of beyond. What lies there? The unknown, the unimaginable. The mountain of God. That is what is left, when we have wandered beyond the far edge of the margins.

Out of the corner of his eye, a blazing bush. This in itself is not unknown to him. The wilderness can get very hot, hot enough for a bush to spontaneously combust, to blaze with light and burn itself out. But not this bush: it keeps on blazing. For this, Moses must turn aside. Indeed, he is compelled to do so.

It turns out that this is no earthly flame, but an angel sitting in the branches, blazing like the sun. An angel, heralding, guarding, and standing in the presence of God. This, apparently, is what angels do. But it is God who calls out to Moses. And Moses responds, ‘Here I am.’ Here I am.

God tells Moses to come no closer. His journey, in this direction at least, has reached its end. He is to remove his sandals, the symbol of his wandering, and this is a holy moment in a holy place. Moses has come home, has returned to the fold, has been born anew.

And this causes Moses to hide his face, for he was afraid to look at God. God is unbearable.

In this place, beyond the wilderness, God confronts Moses with his deepest failure, the one that still defines him, against which Moses’ life appears Plan B, second best. It turns out that the place of failure – hearing the cry of the people on account of their taskmasters – is the very place where Moses and God stand on common ground. This is the first step in God’s plan of redemption, which will take Moses back, to face Pharaoh, in order for Moses to leave Egypt behind for good.

Is it possible that we might encounter God on the ground of our deepest failure?

Moses asks God to reveal his name. God responds, ‘I AM WHO I AM’ and my title is YHWH, from ‘to be’. I am what I am, and I will be what I will be.

Here I am. The mountain of God echoes back the words with which Moses first responded to God, ‘Here I am.’ Not because God is to be understood to be made in Moses’ image, but because Moses’ words reveal that he bears the imprint of God. And he discovers this standing in front of an angel who is worshipping God at the foot of a mountain on the far side of the wilderness.

And here we are, at the foot of a mountain that bears the inscription I AM YHWH, surrounded by flaming Seraphim.

How did we get here?

And now that you have turned aside to be here, for what purpose might God have called to you?


Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Yahweh and the Seraphim



The latest artwork to be installed in Sunderland Minster, and the most ambitious project to date, is Yahweh and the Seraphim, by Nicholas Pope (ceramics, 1995). Pope is an internationally acclaimed sculptor, and this is the first time that this work has been shown in the UK. The work comprises of a central figure, Yahweh – the name of God in the Bible – surrounded by six figures representing seraphim – angelic beings of the heavenly court. Together – especially in their current setting – they invite us to reflect on our own image of God, of the nature of God and angels and, indeed, of faith, our own faith, whatever that might be in.

‘Yahweh’ is rock-like. The rock of the Judean wilderness is a significant image for God, in particular in the experience of the psalmist king David. Carved into the monolith, as water erosion carves into the cliff faces of the wilderness, are the encircling letters ‘I AM YHWH’ – I AM being the name by which Yahweh made himself known to Moses. From the back of the nave – the main space of the Minster – it is striking how closely the ribs of the carvings mirror the ribs of the stone columns supporting the vault of the roof overhead. Although not visible, the piece is hollow, and that connects this rock to Masada and the great defensive structures of the Judean wilderness, with their cavernous water cisterns, as large as cathedrals, carved out by hand to enable life to exist through the hardest drought or siege. And these attributes invite us to contemplate God as shelter, and the faith community as a place of work for the protection of life in an otherwise inhospitable context. What is the place of faith in our often dehumanising society today?

This ‘Yahweh’ may also be considered phallic. Indeed, the fiery tops of the seraphim might bring to mind eggs surrounded by sperm. Here, if one chooses, is an image of fertilisation, of the moment of life. And this might be offensive if taken literally, for God is not male, and God does not create by reproduction with angels but through his creative Word – which, in the fullness of time, as the Gospel According to John puts it, became flesh (including a circumcised penis) and dwelt among us. But here too is an opportunity to reflect on the nature of God; on the ways in which certain representations have been problematic for some viewers, including women and Muslims; indeed, on the ways in which any understanding of God is potentially false and enslaving, even if it might be true and liberating.

‘Yahweh’ is surrounded by ‘the Seraphim’, tall and beautiful figures whose form and colour, in this setting, reference the white anti/space of the walls between the exposed stonework. These are beings that are for the most part invisible to our eyes, though on occasion some, permitted to look upon God and live, have seen the glorious beings that attend his throne. But what are angels? From time to time on the Minster prayer board, where anyone can write a prayer or prayer request, someone writes of a child tragically lost to death in terms of God having needed them for an angel. And while I believe that God holds such children in safekeeping for us, I can’t believe in a monster God who tears children from their parents for such a ‘higher purpose’ than to be a human being and know and share in human love.

Within the span of their touching ‘wings’, as they call out to one another, ‘the Seraphim’ speak of both the beginning and the end of life, of the seen and unseen. Moreover, their irregular spokes speak of the (precarious? or simply joyful?) connecting ladder between the heavens and the earth, on which Jacob, asleep on a stone pillow in the wilderness, saw angels ascending and descending. When he awoke, Jacob recognised the place where he had slept as the very gate of heaven – and he had known it not. And so, in hope that he would know it again, he set his pillow stone upright, a finger pointing those who passed to God.

The installation will be in the Minster for several months, through what remains of Lent, through Eastertide, and Pentecost. A rock – or a stone marker – in the wilderness. A disfigured representation of I AM, before whom we must stand and wonder at the sight. A band of flame-headed witnesses standing round. Pope’s artwork forms a fitting backdrop to each of these seasons of the Church year. And I am looking forward to welcoming regulars and visitors alike, and having conversations about the things that matter deeply to our hearts.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Prayer Beads



For Christmas, Jo gave me a set of Anglican prayer beads made by Alan Creech. Alan makes rosaries, and fishing flies; and I wanted to learn to pray in more tactile ways. This Lent, I’ve been using the beads as an aid to meditative prayer during the day. We have set aside two hours in the middle of the day as space for anyone to come in to the Minster, to sit in silence listening to God or to share whatever is on their heart with someone who will listen to them, and offer counsel or pray with them if that is desired. In particular, I’ve been using the prayer beads while preparing myself to be present for those who have taken this opportunity, and to remain in an attitude of prayer while listening to them. It takes practice …

Prayer beads are common to several world religions as an aid to prayer. I recognise that they aren’t for everybody, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t helpful for some, both as a very simple repetitive action of the body while praying and as a meditative approach to prayer. As one or two people have asked me about my experience, I thought I’d post these reflections.

In common with the Roman Catholic rosary, the prayer beads start with a crucifix. That may be unfamiliar territory for non-Romans, but it has been a rich and reverential experience, and as I have prepared to pray ‘in the name of the Father [touching Christ’s head], and of the Son [touching Christ’s feet], and of the Holy Spirit [touching Christ’s outstretched hands]’ this realisation has come to my mind:

Christ is still on the cross. For the Gospel writers point out that the cross is the throne of glory, and Christ is seated on that throne. He is no longer in agony, no longer drenched in sweat and blood, no longer held by nails; but he has not discarded the cross as you or I might discard something we have used and no longer have use of; nor has he left it as empty wood to become a sentimental totem. He has transformed what was intended for evil into a thing of beauty; the locus of pain into the locus of healing and wholeness. That is what Christ does. And he calls on us to take up our cross and follow him: to embrace and to transform, not to defeat and discard. We do not get to lay our cross down. Instead, we get to fashion it into a throne, that tells the story of God's faithful loving-kindness and covenant commitment to us. How do we fashion it so? By responding to that love, day by day.

The rosaries Alan makes are small, ‘one decade’ (one set of ten beads – RC) or ‘one week’ (one set of seven beads – Anglican), framed by three other beads, depicted in Celtic knots. The first of these is the invitatory or invitation to prayer, and here I have simply lifted the words from Morning Prayer:

O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall proclaim your praise: glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. Amen.

The other two Celtic knots are ‘Our Father’ beads: that is, the time of prayer is framed by the Lord’s Prayer. I find it significant that these prayers are all prompted by an empty space described by an unbroken thread, for it reminds me that I nothing and bring nothing, except that I am held together by the beauty of God’s love, and that is enough.

And then there is the ‘week’ of beads. There are no prescribed prayers to Anglican beads. Most commonly, these might be used repeating the Jesus prayer – ‘Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’ – perhaps emphasising a different word or phrase within the prayer on each bead. But this Lent, as we at the Minster have been exploring themes of healing and wholeness, I have simply prayed ‘healing and wholeness’ over again – for myself, for my community, for individuals, for the wounds of the world … As I have done so, I have been stuck by the thread that holds the beads together: healing and wholeness take place most fully in the context of being held together in community.

That, then, is a little something of my experience of a practice that is new to me, but one that I’m finding worthwhile. A gift from one tradition within the Church to another.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Halloween : All Saints : All Souls

Once upon a time, if you were rich, you flaunted your wealth by having a full-length life-size portrait painted and hung on your wall. It was a powerful statement. And yet it would often contain a skull, a memento mori – “Remember that you will die” – either as an item on a desk or as a distorted pattern that could only be recognised from a certain angle. A reminder that though you might have ‘arrived,’ you would also depart: and how, then, will you live?

For those without wealth, such skeletal reminders were to be found on the walls of churches – indeed, before Henry VIIIs purifying/desecration, churches contained vivid depictions of hell which inform the very cultural images associated with Halloween that some Christians are so uncomfortable about today. And, of course, people lived with death as a daily reality.

Today we live in a culture that is obsessed with denying death. We live as if we were immortal – with alcohol abuse in particular. When someone we know dies, in addition to the entirely right and proper grief, many express utter disbelief: something no previous generation would understand.

And so if for a month each autumn our shops and our pubs are decorated with memento mori, then that is perhaps a good thing. At the very least, it gives expression to something deep for which we might have no other vocabulary, which the Church might creatively engage with as opposed to condemn and distance ourselves.

Halloween has become associated with witches, zombies, vampires and werewolves. These types are increasingly important means by which teenagers can explore and make sense of their own identity. Though it is tempting to find such things bizarre, we need to understand why, and appreciate their value.

Witchcraft is considered very dark by the Church. And yet we should not forget what most witches were: women who ministered counsel and medicine and an engagement with our inbuilt appreciation of mystery, at a time when women were prohibited from exercising gifts of wisdom or from presiding over mystery within the Church. First exiled to the margins, many were later persecuted and even put to death. Fear of difference has at times been very powerful within the Church, and I wish it were different today.

Of course, there are some fundamentalist witches who gather and plot to target Christians – just as there are fundamentalist Muslims, and Christians. Yes, there is evil in the world, and people of all persuasions who side with darkness. But the person blessed/cursed with magical awareness is a powerful type for teenagers who are marginalised, whose gifts are not recognised, whose value is not appreciated.

Zombies are very zeitgeisty. Why? Because they express something very true about the human condition. Teenagers – who find themselves in changed bodies, all arms and legs, hard to control; faces bursting out in spots – fall in love, get together, break up – and when they break up, it is the End of the World. However hard they try, they fall out with their friends, their parents. However hard they run, however hard they fight back, everyone they allow to embrace them, that relationship results in death. Every relationship they turn to, they f*** up. And yet, there must be hope of a new dawn, of a time beyond the Apocalypse…

Isn’t the zombie story the ultimate documentary about going through – and surviving – your teens? And isn’t the best thing to do with a zombie to refuse to run, to let them embrace you when they do?

Vampires and werewolves are also blessed/cursed with difference. But vampire and werewolf stories are complex explorations of the struggle within each one of us between good and evil. We might be blessed/cursed in some way, but we are still responsible for our actions: fatalism is rejected – and that is extremely important in the face of apparent no hope…Here more than anywhere else teenagers get to wrestle with right and wrong. And to do so within a sense of belonging, of community that gives identity: recognising that within our own group or tribe there will be those who choose what is wrong and those who choose to do what is right, however costly. Here we even find the Romeo and Juliet story of love that crosses the divide between tribes and brings about albeit complex new alliances.

Without doubt, Halloween gives us the best opportunity in the whole year to engage with teens – for whom Christmas and Easter are both too child-oriented, in the Church and in our wider cultural context – and with pre-teens, who are about the enter the emotional maelstrom. What resources do we have?

Halloween – or, All Hallow’s Eve (October 31st) – is the doorway into All Saints’ Day (November 1st) and All Soul’s Day (November 2nd). And – like Christmas Eve and Easter Eve – these threshold moments are a gift.

All Saints’ Day is the invitation to remember those men and women to whom Jesus chose to give an anointing of grace sufficient to change the course of history. In other words, they are the heroes and heroines of our tribe, our tradition. The ones whose stories get written down and pass into folklore. [And yes, evangelical friends, there is a sense in which we are all saints: but Scripture also tell us that Jesus, in his freedom, distributes anointing in varying amounts and calls us to different levels of influence as much as different roles, so let us not throw out the baby with the bathwater…] We have some amazing and inspiring, not to mention a good few downright improbable, Saints’ stories to rival any mythology, whether classical or contemporary.

All Soul’s Day is the invitation to remember those closer to home, those we have known personally and who have touched our lives but who have been taken from us by death. Throughout the teenage years, we not only increasingly experience death – a grandparent, a parent, a friend – but are increasingly aware of the impact of those deaths on us. All Soul’s Day is an opportunity to acknowledge the reality of death; but also to experience healing where once we felt its sting: to respond to life from our scars, rather than our open wounds. To light a candle in memory of those we have loved, and to entrust them – and ourselves – to God’s care.

The Church collates resources for these days, but also provides flexibility for how we might mark them – separately, or combined. Halloween is a gift:

the opportunity to come, in all our blessedness and cursedness, our awkward sense of difference and of not understanding ourselves let alone anyone else;

of affirming that nothing in this frightening world can separate us from God’s love;

of committing ourselves afresh to resist evil by responding to evil with goodness, to hatred with love, to darkness with light;

of seeing death as redeemed from enemy who tears us away from God to friend who ushers us into his presence;

of finding our place within a tribe of heroes who tamed monsters and triumphed over tyrants by self-sacrificial love;

of taking inspiration from more local and immediate heroes and heroines, who loved us despite our being witches or zombies or vampires or werewolves, who loved us as we grew into ourselves…

Perhaps to eat flesh and drink blood and reflect upon being those who were dead in ourselves and have been raised with Christ: the living dead, animated by the Holy Spirit, on the one hand perishing and on the other passing gloriously from death into life.

And if you are very lucky, you might even get to do these things wearing a big black clerical cloak in a dark imposing building.


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Resurrection Icon


I like creativity, and I like icons as windows into the story of salvation.  Today, I’ve been working on an image based on a traditional icon of the Resurrection, which depicts not the event as history (women approaching the tomb, soldiers guarding it, earthquake, angel) but as theology: what this event achieves and signifies.


In the first image, we see Jesus exiting the tomb.  The tomb is depicted as a stylised vulva, making the theological statement that physical death is the birth-passage from one form of life into another: employing the analogy of the world experienced from within the womb (distorted sounds, light and dark) and then experienced through sight and sound and touch and taste and smell.  The labia are always white; the inner-lining often blues and silver or yellows and gold.


In the second image, we see hell, depicted by barren rocks, represented behind Jesus.  And under his feet, the smashed-down gates of hell, its broken locks and discarded keys.  The theological statements being made are that Jesus went to hell, and defeated spiritual death (sometimes death, in this sense, is depicted as a body, or as a collection of scattered bones, lying under the fallen gates).


In the third image, we see Adam and Eve, representing humanity, being raised from death to life by Jesus.  They are depicted in funeral-clothes, usually in grey and red-brown respectively, symbolising the dust/earth from which we come and to which we return.  (Sometimes other figures are included: King David, King Solomon and John the Baptist on Jesus’ right; Adam and Eve’s martyred son Abel, and two figures representing the Gentiles on Jesus’ left.)

This traditional icon is full of theological significance.

How would you depict the resurrection through art?  What – and who – would you include?  What colours would you employ, and why?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Twin Follies


Two things must be graciously refused with equal conviction:

that we can speak with dogmatic certainty about God, who is far, far beyond our understanding;

and that we cannot speak with confidence of God, who is so passionately committed to revealing himself to us.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Labyrinth




The labyrinth is an ancient Christian symbol of Christ’s leading us towards the goal or vision he has placed in our hearts.  At times, we appear to get close, only to be led away again; at times, following means being obedient even when it doesn’t appear to make sense.  Unlike a maze, there are no dead ends – the path leads to its goal, though the route is indirect.

Trace your finger along the labyrinth.  (You can click on the image to enlarge it.)

As you do, bring before God your day, or the season you find yourself in, with its twists and turns, and give yourself again to the One who says, “Follow me!”



Freely receive, freely give:

I led a group of people in this prayerful exercise yesterday.  One of them fed back to the group that she hadn’t been able to trace the path, despite trying a number of times.  At first glance, she had seen Jesus’ bowed head in the circle at the labyrinth’s heart; his arms, outstretched on the cross, also in its design...and, unable to proceed, was struck that the path to resurrection life must always lead first to the cross, and the death of the very goal or vision Christ has placed in our hearts.

It was a profound and beautiful moment.


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

How To Create Parables

Jesus said the kingdom of heaven – that is, the realm within which God’s rule is exercised; where permission is given to healing and wholeness, forgiveness and restoration, where joy springs up in the place of grief and gladness in the place of sorrow – is like treasure hidden in a field. Someone comes along and discovers it, hides it again, goes off and sells his possessions, and buys the field from its owner.

There was treasure in the field all along, and the owner of the field was not aware of it.

In other words, the kingdom of heaven is present in our lives, and we can be unaware of its presence, or we can actively look for it. That is, in the stuff of our daily lives – in our work, in our domestic routines, in the mundane things – we can encounter the kingdom, can experience something of God’s good rule.

Almost all of Jesus’ parables work on this basis: that our everyday lives reveal something of what God is like and what he is doing in the world, if we have eyes to see and ears to hear.

When Jesus says, a woman kneading yeast into dough or a peasant sowing the seed that will provide his family with food and bargaining-power come the harvest tells us something about God’s presence right there in our lives, he is not making a one-off illustration. He is saying, every time you knead dough or scatter seed from now on, these routines are to remind you of God. Every time you eat this bread and drink this cup, remember me...

The kingdom of heaven is hidden in the field, in the dough, in the fill-in-the-gap of our lives, waiting to be discovered, and re-discovered over and over again.

I wrote about this approach to life recently: here, here, here and here.

So, what are you doing today, and tomorrow, and day after day?

And how can it become a way in which you remind yourself of God’s presence in your life?