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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 406

  • After the Seminar...

    So, I gave my paper in a cramped room, with students arranged in a square and with nowhere really suitable to display my 'visual aids'... oh how I'd have loved to chuck out the tables and the projector and get everyone in a circle with no barriers... Still, you can only work with what is available.

    The class was about 20 people aged between 18 and 50, of very diverse personalities and experiences.  This was the midday slot in week 8 or 9 of ten - they were tired, overloaded with stuff and possibly not really up for yet another hour of listneing, but for the most part, they stayed engaged and listened respectfully (when was it I learned to distinguish between doodling as a way of concentrating and doodling as disengaged distraction?!)

    Overall the talk went OK.  One young girl looked so close to tears in the early bits that I had to avert my gaze, and as I've noted, one person doodled the entire way through.  This was the first time, though that my St Paul 1, Catriona 0 comment (on the day my hair feel out big time and I had to wear a scarf to church to preach) fell flat... not even a hint of recognition, never mind the chuckles that arose with the other two audiences.  Even mentioning it was from Corinthians and Paul's views on women in worship failed to illicit the slightest response.  Oh dear, Biblical illiteracy is getting worse.  Given that, my Julian of Norwich quote, Taize song and Jesuit PAYG probably went right over their heads!

    The Q and A session went really well, though, some good, thoughtful questions from some very earnest students.  I suppose what slightly wrong-footed me was one of the questions that, rightly, arose from what they'd been exploring in the 'input' hour before I arrived, which was about 'how we hear God'.  One person explained this and then said, 'how did you hear God in all of this.'  Good question to which I bluffed an answer which went along the lines of, 'in the advice of the medical professionals, in friends and in a sense of God being at hand even in my most terrified moments.'  That was all true, but my problem - which I was only able to recognise and articulate on my way home - is that God isn't always to be heard.  The whole apophatic tradition is predicated on a God who is silent and seemingly absent; the 'Dark Night of the Soul' and other such writings lead us away from any simplistic (and ultimately flawed) assumption that God will always be heard, or indeed, speak... what of Gethsemane, Golgotha...  Or, as I suggested in a post on the college's FB page, the experience of Elijah on Horeb when God was heard in..... sheer silence.  Presence in absence... a true mysterium.  And of course I added my favourite Jewish ghetto prayer:

    I believe in the sun when it isn't shining

    I believe in love when I can't feel it

    I beleive in G-d when G-d is silent.

     

    Right at the end the tutor asked me what one thing would I say about pastoral care (wish I'd had foresight to guess that was coming or had notice of it) so again I bluffed something about listening, being real and not projecting, that people understand when your intent is good even if what you say is dumb.  What I wish I'd said, and which I also left on their FB page was along these lines.... that it's OK not to know what to say, that you can say you don't know/understand, that you can say it's not fair/just, that you don't have to have a Bioble verse or a promise, that sometimes what's needed is someone simply to come and share the confusion or darkness, and in so-doing to normalise the experience.

     

    My brain is so slow these days... I was always a reflective learner (a mull-er-over) but I was reasonably good at Q and A.  I'm not going to beat myself up over what I said or didn't say, and I'm glad there are ways to feedback further thoughts, but maybe I need to do a bit more ahead of time thinking nowadays...

  • Sharing my paper - again!

    This morning I'm headed off to the Scottish Baptist College to speak to the students as part of their Pastoral Care module about my experience of cancer... I think I have to be careful lest I become either (a) professional cancer patient or (b) too slick in the delivery and lose the immediacy it had in NZ in February.

    They haven't asked for the paper, they've asked me to talk about the pastoral care I received - trouble is, because I was/am a minister person that doesn't really work the same as for a non-minister person.  So I think the paper is the best way 'in' for them to see things from my perspective... plus they have loads of time for questions afterwards!

    Will report back later.

  • The Lighter Side...

    Now there's a deterrent...

    I was sitting in Coach A of the 11 coach Virgin pendelion to Glasgow Central (as they keep announcing everytime the thing stops) on Monday evening, when there came the ubiquitous 'bing bong' followed by...

    "Virgin trains would like to remind passengers that smoking is not permitted anywhere on this train, including the toilet in Coach E. If the person smoking in the toilet in Coach E does not stop immediately, the British Transport Police will be called to read them the byelaws"

    Suddenly the Quiet Coach (A in standard class) wasn't quite so quiet as we rocked with laughter!

    Now we know - the threat of being read the byelaws is the best deterrent...

  • My Lovely French Blog Platform!

    This afternoon I wanted to post something (which I can no longer remember, so it can't have been that exciting) but BlogSpirit was down for a-g-e-s.  What always makes me smile about this platform is when they forget to translate things to English so you get a page that's half French and half English.

    Anyway, the apology message was very lovely once I'd translated it with a little bit of help from Google... my 'O' level French predates technology by decades, or maybe even eons!

  • Christmas Adverts

    So, we have Monty, the cute, love-lorn penguin, who turns out to be a much loved and rather tatty toy.

    Then we have the sparkly fairies flying around changing dull gifts in shiny ones.

    And it seems that's all fine and lovely.

    Then we get one that is based on the story of the Christmas Day truce, featuring one very subtly placed product, which is being sold to support the Royal British Legion group of charities in the UK to mark a twenty year partnership between one supermarket and these charities.

    It is, in my opinion a beautifully made video short, with a poignant story that has at least some basis in fact (an accompanying video discusses aspects of historicity/historical accuracy).  But it is dividing opinion - some love it, others say it is exploitative, commercialising the cententary of WW1, with still more questioning its historicity. 

    It's a story I've known since childhood, so surely cannot be new to that many people.  It's a story no more and no less implausible than the one we tell each other in churches on Christmas Day.  It's a story that challenges nationalism, consumerism and individualism (at least in my view) and reminds us of a shared humanity that transcends labels.

    The music in the background is, so I discovered, a very old gospel hymn 'Leaning on Everlasting Arms'.

    Come Christmas, we will all (rightly) 'coo' and 'ah' at Sunday School and day school/nursery nativity plays that owe little to any possible historicity... and no-one will get uppity over theological niceties.

    Frankly, if the Sainsbury's advert sells a whole stack of chocolate bars for charity, and boosts their profits, well good for them... and if cute penguins or sparkly fairies work for other outlets, so be it.  I'm just not convinced there is any moral high ground for Christians to be taking as we glitter up our stables, polish our tinsel halos and arrange for three men on camels to arrive at a house with a grumpy, ahistorical innkeeper, to say nothing of our own consumerism, gluttony and waste over the festive season...

     

    You are, of course, free to disagree...