The guitar

One day I shall tell a story about a drunken Irish poet and the consumption of daffodils in Wivenhoe. Not today. However, said poet gave me his guitar for my 21st birthday – something I think he later regretted, but all his regrets are now moot, as he’s gone to be with the great poet in the sky.

In these fifteen years since possessing this rather nice guitar (Ovation custom balladeer – beautiful sound) I’ve had one serious go at trying to learn it, in the first two years after obtaining it, and I picked up about a dozen chords, and half a dozen songs. It then sat unused for a very long time, and I even tried to sell it on eBay three years ago, much to my wife’s disgust. As is often the case, my wife was right to be disgusted, and I am glad I still have it, because I took it out of the case the other night, for effectively the first time in nearly a decade, and I found it immensely pleasurable. I could even still play a couple of songs – Traci Chapman’s ‘Talking ’bout a revolution’ was the one that gave most pleasure. Now to move on to Johnny Cash, as one of my commenters suggested 🙂

I’ve got a long way to go with it, but I might post occasional things about the joys of learning a new chord. And I keep meaning to respond to Tim about folk music… all when I get the chance.

Home School

After a lot of pondering, research, soul-searching and then a bit more of each – we’ve decided to go down the home-shooling route with our children. Lots of reasons – academic, religious, cultural – but at the end of the day what tipped the balance was spending time with some US cousins on holiday, who have home-schooled, and hearing lots of first-hand stories.

I have a tendency towards the anarchist end of the schooling spectrum (“un-schooling”), so I was tickled to see this which rather appeals, and which, via the comments, led me to yet another Essex priest who now blogs.

For any UK readers unfamiliar with the concept (I can’t imagine any US/ other readers are that unfamiliar) go here.

This is why…

…I shall attend Greenbelt next year.
“I was struck by the masculinity of the event. Men’s voices are generally stronger than women’s, but in most British churches women significantly outnumber men, so church singing tends to sound like a modified nuns’ chorus with a few scattered baritones thrown in for good measure. Hearing these deep voices also alerted me to the kind of lyrics in the hymns we were singing. Stories. Reflective theology. Understated but passionate commitment. There was none of the anodyne lyrics that fill so many contemporary choruses, ‘Jesus, I think you’re just so wonderful, I love you so much.’”

This is why…

…I shall attend Greenbelt next year.
“I was struck by the masculinity of the event. Men’s voices are generally stronger than women’s, but in most British churches women significantly outnumber men, so church singing tends to sound like a modified nuns’ chorus with a few scattered baritones thrown in for good measure. Hearing these deep voices also alerted me to the kind of lyrics in the hymns we were singing. Stories. Reflective theology. Understated but passionate commitment. There was none of the anodyne lyrics that fill so many contemporary choruses, ‘Jesus, I think you’re just so wonderful, I love you so much.’”

Excrement smeared across a church wall

(Yesterday’s sermon – texts: Psalm 15, James 1.17 – end, Mark 7 1-8, 14-23)

I would like to begin my remarks this morning by sharing a story with you from my school days. I went to boarding school, and in my boarding house there were around 50 boys aged between 13 and 18. One day, when I was around 15, excrement was discovered smeared across the walls of the toilets. The housemaster gathered us all together in the common room, and you can imagine the state of nervous excitement in the boys as we gathered to await punishment. Yet the housemaster – after making clear how angry he was – said ‘I have never believed in asking other people to do something that I am not prepared to do myself’ – and he then took a mop and bucket and cleared up the mess.

That story has always stuck in my mind, for two reasons. The first is that it is clearly a wonderful example of real leadership – but that’s not what I want to talk about today. What I want to talk about is the yuck factor, for that is the second reason why it has remained in my memory.

The truth is that we all have purity taboos; these days they often masquerade under the description of ‘hygiene’ – but even if a situation is hygienically sound, we may still have all sorts of qualms. There is something very basic and human about a reaction of disgust, it is something that can overwhelm us unless we are careful.

I think that this is central to what Jesus is emphasising today – in the context of a debate about these purity laws he says twice: what comes out of a man is what makes him unclean. In other words it is our language that should be provoking the yuck factor – we should have same reaction to our words as to misplaced bodily functions, for in spiritual terms, how we speak is a vital question, it is central to the life and health of a spiritual community – in particular, our language about other people: gossip.

There are very clear and consistent and strong biblical injunctions against gossip:

  • the ninth commandment – thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour – it is up there with blasphemy, murder and adultery;
  • in Proverbs ch 6 it is described as an abomination before God;
  • in Luke 6.45 Jesus says that it is out of the overflow of the heart that a man speaks;
  • in Romans 1 Paul lists it with the haters of god as deserving destruction;
  • and in Ephesians 4.29 we are instructed not to let any unwholesome talk come out of our mouths.

Gossip is of the devil, it is truly diabolical (the word in 1 Timothy 3.3 is diabolos). Let us remember that the devil is the father of lies and has no power other than what we might be led to do as a result of his prompting and whisperings.

So why are we all tempted to indulge in it? I believe that it is often undertaken to provide a cheap and shallow form of solidarity – hey, we’re together because we’re not like that person, did you hear what they did? But this is the process of casting out, the very same process which cast out Christ from the city and murdered him on a hill. Diabolical.

Let us heed David’s prayer in psalm 141 and pray for a sentry to be placed on guard over our lips. Imagine before we speak a soldier with a rifle saying “halt, who goes there?” And he will ask four questions:

  • is it true? As Christians we are wholly dependent upon the truth – if it is not true then it must not be spoken;
  • is it spoken from love? – if we are separate from love then we are lost, so if our words are not from love they must not be spoken;
  • does it need to be spoken? – if it is unnecessary then it is simply idle chatter; and finally
  • is it wise to speak it now? – what is the kairos? has it been prayed about?

Only when the answer to all four is yes should we speak.

Or – if that is too complicated – let us have a single rule – never say anything in private that you would not be prepared to say in public, that you would not be prepared to say here on a Sunday morning before the congregation.

If this sounds very restrictive, leading to a complete absence of conversation [or blog posts 😉 ] let us also remember Isaiah, who, when summoned by God to speak on his behalf, said “Woe to me! I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips”. Isaiah shared our human condition, yet God touched his lips and enabled him to speak. As Christians we believe that contamination can work both ways; the only issue is whether we spread the contamination of the devil or do we spread the contamination of the Spirit, by refusing to speak ill, to let unwholesome language pass our lips? We live by the Word, and if we allow the living Word to live within us then our words become words of life and we can pass on that life with our words.

The spiritual realm is very real – just as real as concrete things like walls and doors – and the effects of our spiritual pollution are also real – Christ’s point is this: the yuck factor should be applied to how we speak. In other words:

We should have as strong a reaction to gossip being spread within our church community as we would have to excrement being smeared across our church walls – we should be disgusted and distressed and ashamed and angry – we should be desolate and desperate for it to stop – for gossip will do much greater and longer lasting harm to us, and it is an absolutely certain pathway to hell, for individuals and for the community.

Dead Horses

Your options when riding a dead horse:

10. Buy a stronger whip.
9. Change riders.
8. Declare, “This is the way we have always ridden this horse.”
7. Appoint a team to revive the dead horse.
6. Ignore the dead horse…What dead horse?
5. Create a training session to improve your riding skills.
4. Outsource contractors to ride the dead horse.
3. Appoint a committee to study the dead horse.
2. Arrange to visit other sites to see how they ride dead horses.
1. Harness several dead horses together for increased speed.

Why am I thinking about church on reading this?

(HT Dashhouse)