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  • Subtley?

    This week I've read a couple of posts where people are thinking about how much or little people, especially post modern people, whatever that means, feel any sense of allegiance to connectedness to historic denominations.  As I've read, commented (rather ham fistedly) and reflected, I think there is something subtle here that I am missing.

    My own Christian experience has been strongly influenced by 'small c' congregationalism - i.e. local authority and autonomy but with come sort of associationalism or connexionalism.  I only discovered this when I was in membership of a church that didn't operate on a congregtional model.  Realising that this mattered to me, meant that the roots of this movement in the East Midlands/East Anglia area where I grew up became important to me.  People were willing to be arrested, imprisoned, fined or executed for their right to practice this approach to Christianity - so it mattered to me that their tradition was honoured.

    But how much is this a reflection of my own personality and interests?  I have always loved history and felt it held the key to avoiding the endless reptition of errors that humans make (OK, I was an odd child, thinking about deep questions when anyone else was playing with Barbies or Action Men).  I am also, apparently, by personality type, loyal - once I sign up with something it is difficult for me to abandon it - as well as a whole load of other rather serious attributes.  So maybe who I am means that denominations and their histories are inherently more attractive to me than to others?

    There are lots of people who recongise the value of, say, congregational governance  believer (NOT, NOT, NOT adult!) baptism, liturgy, sacred dance, two or seven sacraments, or whatever, but have no similar sense of allegiance to, or fascination with, the traditions from which they emerged.  That isn't wrong, but it is different.  Subtley maybe, but none the less relevant, perhaps especially in thinking about the potential longer term survival of these funny things called denominations.  Whilst I think that Christianity >> Church >>> denominations, I also think that denominations have an inherent worth in preventing the "big C" Church sliding into a monochrome extreme.  Perhaps denominations are a necessary heresy?!

    One thing that intrigues me, though I know little about it and have scant evidence to make any claims, is that the same poeple who feel little or no denominational allegiance feel strong allegiance to football teams or nations.  Whilst loyalty to Tottenham Hotspur over Arsenal is entirely laudible (Oops, that's a fail in my doctorate then), I don't readily see how someone can feel loyal to a football team, and interested in the scores of matches no one remembers, but not to the faith tradition that has nurtured them.  I think I'm missing something subtle and important somewhere.  Maybe someone clever can help me out here...?

     

  • Sometimes Christians make me cringe...

    We wonder why people aren't coming to faith, why people think Christians are stark staring bonkers, why they dismiss God as a fairy story... and then our denominational newspapers publish cringeworthy stories.

    A few weeks back there was the story of the cross shaped cloud formation, taken as a sign of blessing.  This week the 'minor miracle' of 'respectable surf' on a previously flat calm sea for a Christian surfers meet.  I thought the 'my God is bigger than your God' approach went out with Elijah, but evidently not.

    Why would people take seriously a religion that claims God gives us surf and cloud patterns while (seemingly) ignoring the cries of people who are hungry, ill or suffering abuse?

    Small wonder when we peddle this twadlle that real life destroys a faith built on the sand of a Devon beach.

  • Quote Unquote

    Yesterday I received an official Baptist communication, written by an accredited minister, that ended...

     

    "PS Please do make copies of this letter to pass on to others in your church or group, including your minister if he has not received one."

     

    Whilst this had to be pointed out to me - I'd glanced at the paper and put it in my briefcase ready to put on the church noticeboard - it toubles me that even within our own, official stuff we can't get it right.  Still, when I work out who he is, I'll give a copy to my minister!

  • Doing what we do...

    Today we took our lunch club on an outing to Cambridge, and had lunch at the church where I preached with a view unsuccessfully four years ago.

    It was a good day out, even if the coach driver seemed incapable of grasping that the best way from Dibley to the A14 is via the M1.  Ah well.  Some interesting leafy lanes made a pleasant, if over-long journey.

    It was good to see the folk in Cambridge, and I was touched that one former deacon made a special trip in to see me.  They did us proud with lunch, making the room very welcoming and accommodating the countless foibles my people have - including one or two that turned out to be fictitious.  Slightly odd to think that that might have been my church had things worked out differently but an awful lot of water has flowed down the Cam since then.

    I spent the afternoon wandering around Cambridge with the lunch club co-ordinator and two folk who had come alone and had not been gathered up by any of the friendship groups.  Walking at dead slow and stop is not my greatest gift, but I managed it, and we were able to give these folk an enjoyable afternoon - which was what it was all about.

    Cambridge is a beautiful city, and I will always believe that I was called to minister there, but I have no regrets that I ended up where I am.  The unlovely folk on the margins of anywhere need our love and support, and in some small measure we are able to do that here.

    As I walked home fom the coach drop off point, a man (not part of the club) who can be abusive and rude called me over and told me he wanted to join our church.  Part of my heart sank, he is a very difficult person to deal with, yet this is what we are called to do.  There are some of our unlovely people I find it quite easy to love, and I'd spent the afternoon with one of them.  Now I need to find it within me to see this other man as Jesus sees him, a man who perhaps is lost and desperately seeking to be found.

    I got told off by one woman because I didn't say grace after the meal as well as before it; some of our church folk don't really see that me spending a day on an outing is 'work;' the niggles are always there.  But this is what we do, and with God's help, we go on doing it. 

  • Degrees... and things

    Just got an email from a friend who started their ministreial training a year before I did.  They have just received their degree result - a 2.i - for which they have worked very hard.  The scary thing is that it is longer since I finished mine than I took to complete it, and hearing this news just made me aware how much I've forgotten since then.

    According to Glen (in a very blokey post) there are droves of new Baptist ministerial students this year.  In my year, with an intake of 4 (I think) I was the only one on the BA and there was only one in the year above me... things change it seems.  He poses some interesting questions, but the kaliedoscope metaphor was mine first (even if I nicked it, so far as I recall, from someone called Minear!!)

    Julie echoes some of my own feelings on the gap that ending college study creates for some of us (perhaps why I'm nutty enough to do this doctoral stuff...) and the tensions that being a theologian (of sorts, in my case) and a minister bring.

    Not sure this really goes anywhere, but congrats to those who have just completed their degrees and every blessing to those just starting out.