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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 650

  • Pure and Undefiled?

    More thoughts arising, direct from brain to laptop, from PAYG.  Today's reading was from Mark 7:

    Then he called the crowd again and said to them, "Listen to me, all of you, and understand: there is nothing outside a person that by going in can defile, but the things that come out are what defile."
    When he had left the crowd and entered the house, his disciples asked him about the parable.
    He said to them, "Then do you also fail to understand? Do you not see that whatever goes into a person from outside cannot defile,  since it enters, not the heart but the stomach, and goes out into the sewer?" (Thus he declared all foods clean.)
    And he said, "It is what comes out of a person that defiles.  For it is from within, from the human heart, that evil intentions come: fornication, theft, murder, adultery, avarice, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, folly. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person." Mark 7: 14 - 23 NRSV

    Usually this is read pretty much literally, that there are no foods that can defile us, nothing that is forbidden for us to eat.  Eating certain foods might leave us with stomach ache or worse, but it will not make us 'unclean'.  Food, after all passes through the body, the nutrients are extracted and the waste expelled.  So far, so good.  But the scripture actually says 'no thing' not 'no food'.  Maybe I am playing games here, but it suggests that there is nothing I can see, hear, touch, etc. that in and of itself will defile me.  It seems to render 'things' somehow neutral.  The potential for defilement comes from within, is a function of human propensity to sinfulness, not the objects, foods, books, films, music themselves.  Is this so?  It runs counter to everything I was told in Sunday School/GB/church over decades, where the message to eschew that with the potential to corrupt or defile was loud, clear and rooted in other passages of scripture.

    Things are neutral - but human hearts and minds have the potential to employ or exploit those things for good or ill.  This means that there is the potential for things, as an expression of human sinfulness, to be defiled.  So do we have to discern what is defiled and avoid it?  And if so, who decides what and how?  Intuitively, I feel that some 'things' are better avoided.  Some films or books will not edify; some activities are inherently destructive... I think maybe the principle here is to distinguish between 'things' and 'intent', between the neutrality of, say books as a category of things, and books that promote avarice, wickedness, licentiousness... or anything else in the list of examples quoted by Mark.

    After all that, PAYG gave me what felt like a left-field shove... if we say that our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, how does that relate to what we bring in?  What we read?  Listen to?  Eat?  How we care for our bodies, physically, mentally, spiritually?  Way back when, as a young student in London I recall a Bible study in which we interpreted this image as meaning we needed good diet, regular exercise... and going to the dentist!  The Temple needs to be looked after, but not to be worshipped.

    Somewhere in all of this lies the workable middle ground that allows us to live in and enjoy the physical world of which we are part without becoming 'worldly'.  Somehow we avoid legalism and the Christian ghetto, at one extreme, and lazy indifference to human sinfulness, at the other.  The idea that my body remains a Temple of the Holy Spirit, a place in which God is pleased to dwell, in some measure, irrespective of the surgery scars, bits missing, and potential for undetected cancer cells, is a very precious one that cuts across any theological or social niceties about purity or defilement.  Purity is not the same as perfection... there's a thought for my to ponder awhile.

  • Active Waiting - A Good Day

    On Sunday evening a post service discussion worked it's way around to hair-styling and the brand of hair-straighteners called GHD... which I eventually twigged meant 'good hair day'.  I commented that I had no desire to iron my hair, thanks all the same, and that in my world, every day is a Good Hair Day because I have hair.  It is in an interesting phase at the moment.  If I brush and blow dry it, it nearly does what the hairdresser decided, and is more-or-less straight; however, if I wash and leave it, or if I go out in the damp air without a hat, it reverts to chemo curls.  Mostly, I feel I look like an 'extra' from Call the Midwife; I find this entertaining.  But straight or curly, every day is a good hair day.

    In fact, every day is a good day.  No, I haven't morphed into Pollyanna, I can acknowledge the bad bits and the struggles and so on, just that every day has the potential for good too.

    Yesterday involved a lot of waiting.  And I began to appreciate how much my sermonising on active waiting is impacting my thinking.  This was not time wasted, it was time given; it was not time to be wished away, it was time to be savoured.  I read a lot of posters, I eavesdropped a fair few conversations, I pondered various things, I even did some praying ;-).  Not the plan for the day, life being what happens whilst you make other plans, but it was a day in which I glimpsed good things.

    Just for the record, in case anyone wonders...

    In my world:

    Every day is a good hair day

    Every birthday is a celebration

    Every day is a gift and therefore a good day

  • Bursting With Pride!

    If pride be a sin then a sinner I am in extremis.

    I think we confuse pride with vanity, and the sin is the latter rather than former.

    But I was "bursting with pride" this morning as our students led our worship, and our congregation received what they had prepared.  There were some real glimpses of heaven, some grace-filled moments when the now-and-not-yet distance became a little more contracted.

    Our students did us proud, in that I rejoice, and for that I thank God.

  • Sanctus...

    As I was typing the last entry, I heard the strains of music emerging from elsewhere in my home... the radio alarm comes on at 7:30 on a Sunday rather than the 6:00 of weekdays; also my cat does not appreicate this hence I'm up and active.

    The music was Libera singing Sanctus... a piece of music I first heard many moons ago when I lived in Warrington, and bought a CD of this boy-choir, something I've used on many occasions in worship, and simply used as 'chill' music.

    As with many pieces of music, this one has power to transport me to times and places that, for me were significant.  This morning I was found myself transported back a year or so, as this was one of the pieces I fell asleep to after my surgery.  I still love it, the clear treble voices and the setting of the sanctus to Pachabel's canon.  Hope you enjoy it too.

  • Education Sunday

    Today is a first for us at church, at least in my time here...

    Today we/I hand over the reigns to our students to lead worship for Education Sunday.  This is a really exciting, and everso slightly risky, undertaking.  I am not too concerned, since I know that most of them are very familair with leading, or participating in the leading of, public worship.  I know that they have planned meticulously (well two planning meetings and several texts/emails etc) and have asked me very pertinent questions.  I know, too, that they appreciate the responsibility they have to 'get this right'.  But it will be fun... an all age extravaganza, with crafts for the kiddies and a communion liturgy created by some of the students themselves.

    So, this morning my duties are:

    • set up the projection equipment (not something we use every week as our space is not ideal for it)
    • sing with the choir
    • take the role of the proud 'mum' watching her 'children' up on stage... (except that for certain minister friends of mine, this metaphor has some very unfortunate connotations)
    • make sure I pick up any negative remarks and divert all the compliments to the students

    It will be fantabulous - I am looking forward to it greatly.  Go H,G,G,E,M,M,N,C and anyone I've missed!

    I think it is also the last service one of our Africans will be at before he leaves, in which case I'll nip in at the end to pray him on his way.