This morning some mail arrived for Holly Cat (from the vet!) Here she is reading it.

Today begins with a video clip, a song that I found coming to mind when I read today's passages:

If nothing else, the song takes me back to my early twenties (!) when it was on a tape of Hebrew inspired songs I was rather fond of playing.

Today's readings:

Psalm 22:23-31
Genesis 16:7-15
Mark 8:27-30

The Mark is the parallel to the Matthew on which I will be preaching (with two other passages) tomorrow on the doctrine of Jesus Christ.  The key in the Markan reading, over against Matthew or Luke is the 'Messianic Secret'... the 'don't tell anyone' of Jesus.

The Psalm I have already commented on, and so it is to 'Part 2' of Hagar's story that I return.  Yesterday we had Abram mating with her for the purposes of obtaining a son, and Sarai, whose idea it was, becoming bitter.  Abram seems indifferent to Hagar, now pregnant with his child, and Sarai abuses her so badly she flees.  The story continues...

The angel of the LORD found [Hagar] by a spring of water in the wilderness, the spring on the way to Shur.  And he said, "Hagar, slave-girl of Sarai, where have you come from and where are you going?" She said, "I am running away from my mistress Sarai."
The angel of the LORD said to her, "Return to your mistress, and submit to her."
The angel of the LORD also said to her, "I will so greatly multiply your offspring that they cannot be counted for multitude."
And the angel of the LORD said to her, "Now you have conceived and shall bear a son; you shall call him Ishmael, for the LORD has given heed to your affliction.
He shall be a wild ass of a man, with his hand against everyone, and everyone's hand against him; and he shall live at odds with all his kin."
So she named the LORD who spoke to her, "You are El-roi"; for she said, "Have I really seen God and remained alive after seeing him?"
Therefore the well was called Beer-lahai-roi; it lies between Kadesh and Bered.
Hagar bore Abram a son; and Abram named his son, whom Hagar bore, Ishmael.

Genesis 16: 7-15 NRSV

This is truly an astonishing story... here we have a pregnant, runaway slave-girl in an encounter with God.  She is, in her society, worthless, and yet God makes her a promise every bit as amazing as that made to Abram... her offsrping will be so many they cannot be counted.  Considering that women were, as I noted yesterday, understood as mere vessels in which babies grew, this is doubly astounding.  This is no easy promise to hear - her son will be estranged from his blood-relatives, tensions in the complex line from Abraham begin here.

And then she gives God a name!  Not God saying to her 'I will be called such-and-such' but her saying to God, you will be called 'El-Roi' the God who sees.

All of which makes me stop and think... who is it that we, in our nice upright, spiritual churches drive away with our attitudes or actions?  Where are the desert places to which they flee?  And given that El-Roi sees all and knows all, what messages does the Messenger from God (the Angel) speak to them?  Hagar went back only to experience further rejection when Ishmael was a child (Genesis 21), hers was not an easy or happy life.

The song I linked, has a line "to the outcast on her knees you are the God who really sees" and that was what promoted me to recall it as I read today's passages. 

I wonder, with whom in the story we identify most today?  Indifferent Abram?  Angry Sarai?  Rejected Hagar?  Unborn Ishamel?  Whoever it might be, God sees, and is not indifferent, is angry only at injustice and sin, and will never reject us.  Perhaps that's the message we need to hold on to today?

El Roi

All-seeing God

From whom nothing can be hidden

You see me today

Where I am

(literally and metaphorically)

How I am

And you are never indifferent

Why am I here?

Why this place, these emotions, this situation?

Yet still you promise me hope and a future

Not an easy road

Not perpetual sunshine or roses round a cottage door

Rather, your continued watchfulness

Observing my going out and my coming in

My waking and sleeping

Working and playing

Praying and thinking

Now

and

Forever

More

El Roi

Watch over me

Amen

This link from today's Baptist Times e-news sweep (aka BUGB e-news sweep) is worth a look see...

Everyone reads the Bible partially, that is, incompletely and in a biased fashion.

Everyone thinks they read the Bible authentically, that is, that they are right (or more right) than others.

Being partial is inevitable and not wrong, but it's not wholly right either.

I kinda feel if we Bappy's could really grasp this, then our unity-in-diversity would be more real and healthy.

Today the twentieth of forty 'blog posts' appeared on the BUGB beyond 400 website.  So, we are now half way, which seems a good place to reflect on how I have experienced the endeavour so far.

Firstly, I feel that, for me anyway, it has involved a lot of the 'usual suspects' in the choices of people to post the reflections.  I know a lot of effort went into trying to find a real spread of people, but I have a sneaky suspicion that had it been a self-selecting group then, thus far, it would not be so very different.  Or maybe it's just the circles I move in... maybe I'm more of a pan-BUGB-Baptist than I realise?  Whatever the reality, the vast majority of posters are people I know, and people I would happily discuss theology with, and among whom it would safe-enough to express honestly held views and agree to disagree

Secondly, I wonder how people are engaging with the conversations?  Not just how many hits, and how many comments, but more along the line of, are the people who were reading at post No 1 still reading at post No 20?  Who has given up reading because they feel unable to participate?  One or two early commenters have disappeared, why is this?  Others have posted pseudonymosly, despite the request for people to use real names, why is that?  Some have been courageous in what they've shared, others quite guarded.  What are the silent majority of readers thinking and doing with this stuff?  What is not being said? How does any of it get to grass roots, to the faithful, computer illiterate members of our churches, or to those who find words like 'blog' or 'facebook' or 'twitter' to be anathema?

I am wondering if it is significant that Post 20, because it is Post 20, not just because of its content/focus, is the place where one of BUGB's big elephants is named, that somehow now the person how named it feels the forum is safe enough or the time right to speak his questions?  How do we build up enough trust to allow diverse, even controversial, views to be expressed?

And then of course the crucial 'so what' question.  I enjoy the conversations, the playing with ideas, the questions and ponderings.  I enjoy... but so what?  Hidden in amongst the words, and hidden behind the words (what is not being said) is much that demands action.  Yes, we need strategies.  Yes we need theolgies.  Yes we need spirtualities.  Yes we need prayer.  Amen to most of what everyone is saying but... so what?  To what purpose all this expenditure of effort?  It is actually "Beyond Beyond 400" where the rubber hits the road.

Today's readings have a strong Abraham focus:

Psalm 22:23-31
Genesis 16:1-6
Romans 4:1-12

The Romans passage has Abraham as an exemplar of righteousness, whose deeds reflected his faith, and whose obedience to God predated the rite of circumcision.  This is set in parallel with the beginning of Genesis 16 where Sarai approaches Abram with an idea to resolve their childless state... perhaps the slave Hagar can be a surrogate mother.  Abram it seems does not object to the suggestion, and Hagar does indeed conceive.  Poor Sarai, now her own inability to bear children is compounded, her previously worthless slave has done what she cannot do; she is angry and upset, and goes off complaining to Abram, who, it has to be said, is not portrayed as being very sympathetic... she's your slave, you sort it.

Sarai maltreated Hagar.  Firstly she saw her as womb, a vessel in which a son for Abram could grow; an object if you like, a mere incubator for the child who would fulfil Abram's need for an heir (in ancient understandings men's 'seed' was the totality of the new child, the woman a mere receptor to nourish it).  Then she envied her, as Hagar experienced morning sickness, as her belly swelled and her back ached, Sarai became bitter.  Every grimace became a scowl, every look a put-down, every swell of belly or breast an insult.   Then, when Abram shook his head and told her to get on with it, she was so cruel to Hagar that, pregnant though she was, she fled... a runaway slave had no rights and could expect severe repercussions once caught and returned.

I'm not really sure, though, that Abram emerges smelling of roses.  When the suggestion was made that he take Hagar, there is no sense that he agonised over the decision, prayed about it or even was shocked at the suggestion.  He just got on with it and then waited.  Hagar gains no favour or status in his eyes even when she is carrying his child, she is still Sarai's property for Sarai to treat as she will. This 'man of God' is hardly an example of gentleness, compassion or even thoughtfulness.  He is complicit in the attempt to end his childlessness.

The lectionary breaks off at this point... and will pick up again tomorrow as the Hagar story takes a dramatic twist.  But for now we are left with the unhappy household of Abram and Sarai.  Here is an elderly, childless couple who have taken things into their own hands and it has all turned very sour.  Reading this story gives me pause for thought about those who we perceive, or who present themselves, as being especially righteous, and what goes on behind their closed doors.  What are the tensions in their personal lives?  What temptations do they face to 'fix' things using the opportunities available to them?  How do they handle their negative emotions?  What impact does all this have on their faith and life?

And of ourselves.  What desires or promises seem unfulfilled?  How do we respond?

God, can't you fix it quickly?

Can't you just fulfil that promise now, this minute, like this?

What if we do this, God, you know, this way

That'll work

Won't it?

I mean, the end result will be the same...

It won't?

Your ways are not my ways?

Your thoughts not like mine?

(Well I knew that, but even so...)

What's that?

It could all end in tears and regrets...

So, God,

How do I do it your way?

How do I distinguish your voice amidst the clamour?

How do I spend the meantime

When my faith and trust look utterly ridiculous

When the promise sounds so hollow

When time marches on and opportunities dwindle...

Teach me your ways, Oh Lord,

Show me your paths

Forgive my haste

Forgive my bright ideas

Forgive my pragmatism

And give me instead

Your peace.