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Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Faith, Fear, Freedom, Pharisaism

Morning Prayers at the Senior Management Group in Oxford yesterday, led by Nigel Wearne, our head of finance. How fortunate are we to have a head of finance who leads creative worship as well as keeping the books?
He brought a wonderful poem for a summer’s morning, by e.e.cummings:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
I was also struck by the wisdom of the traditional morning Collect we also used, which perfectly addresses an age of anxiety. Anxiety, which is never understandable (“where is your faith?” asks the Lord) begets defensive and uncharitable attitudes tending towards Pharisaism. By their fruits you know them. The only alternative is faith in God, which begets an infectious, naturally missional love of “everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes”
O God, who art the author of peace and lover of concord,
in knowledge of whom standeth our eternal life,
who service is perfect freedom:
Defend us thy humble servants in all assaults of our enemies;
that we, surely trusting in thy defense,
may not fear the power of any adversaries;
through the might of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen
The press has been full of stories about the possibility of Dr Jeffrey John becoming bishop of Southwark. He was nominated as Bishop of Reading at the time I was as Bishop of Buckingham, and personally, I would have been perfectly happy to serve with Jeffrey as an episcopal colleague. His rule of life was, as far as could be told, entirely consistent with the discipline of the Church and still is. I’ve heard reactions from the pews since Sunday’s Telegraph story ranging from “Oh not again” to “this is a great opportunity to redeem a nasty injustice.” If Jeffrey were to be nominated, the reaction would be an interesting sign of how things have moved on, or not, since 2003.

The only sane bottom line has to be that this is simply an appointment and if those whose job it is to discern the truth see in Jeffrey the gifts and calling to undertake the work (and most who know him and the Southwark diocese well seem to think these are pretty obvious), why, apart from steamy politics, why, apart from fear, wouldn’t they appoint the best person for the job?

pictures from the flower festival at Wingrave last week, with special thanks to Neil who organised it, and his team.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Carpe Diem with e.e.cummings

This morning brought brilliant sunshine but, I suspect, a temperature barely above freezing. Globs of white remain on most high points, although some trickles of water have been running off higher surfaces around the Abbey. Sam, visiting from Australia, seizes the day, and produces a monastery snowman. Towards the end of Mass, a quiet holy moment was shattered by coalman’s gloop of snow clattering off the roof of the Church. Which way, I wonder is this thing going? Thaw, or a night freeze, followed by a fresh wave of snow? Only time will tell, but the sky is now a dirty grey, tinged with hues of mushroom and even pea soup. I doubt we’ve seen the last of this...

The six of us have thrown an extra element into our programme, taking a few hours to compare notes together on spiritual movement or lack of it, in the year. One experience emerging for all of us was that, different as we are, we are finding the way to God is not so much grand theory, but rather cutivating ways to be wholly present and attentive in the here and now, with its opportunities.

The truth is not some abstract thing out there, to describe, package or market, but rather something that reveals itself enigmatically around me when I hollow out space and make myself radically available to others. That’s when the Word speaks, including through Scripture, the whole world becomes Eucharistic, the angels sing, and suddenly, almost by surprise, I am praying.

So, grasping this morning’s bright sunshine, and the glory of the present moment, here’s a poem by e.e.cummings (one of the few with any capital letters):
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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