Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Who wants to be a Tera-Electron Volt?


And your question for One Million Pounds: why are you doing this again?

A) Because we can
B) Research into disease is boring
C) We can get all excited about TeVs and LHCs! Makes us feel like real men when everyone at school used to beat us up for being nerds.
D) Look at my research grant!  I mean!  Look at my research grant!

It's just a job I do


"Crucifixion?
Good.  Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each."

You may not like the Life of Brian, but they caught the dispassionate nature of Roman slaughter just right there.
6,000  followers of Spartacus. Hundreds in the Jewish wars.  A rebel here, a bandit there.
So he was just one more.  Not even a statistic.  Just one more dead Jew.  On one more cross.
Just one more.  Just like so many others.  Just one more.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Teaser Tuesday

This came from Scatter Cushions.
The rules are:Grab your current read.Let the book fall open to a random page.Share with us two (2) 'teaser' sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.You also need to share the title and author of the book that you’re getting your 'teaser' from .. that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you've given!


"If Jesus Christ, then, consists of"two substances".... what should we say about them?  Tertullian has the distinction of being the first theologian frankly to tackle this issue."


[Kelly, JND 1985 - Early Christian Doctrines 5th rev ed.  p 151]


Strangely appropriate to the time of year.  And it was this or "Barcoding - getting it right".

The Twittering Brethren

Having the time off this evening, I thought I'd go to a different fellowship's mid-week service for a change.  It's so nice, having the peace and quiet round the Community.  So I went along to the Twittering Brethren.

Now, I'll admit that I thought the Twittering Brethren would be a more Home Counties version of the Quivering Brethren of Cold Comfort Farm fame.  So I was looking forward to a good dose of doom, gloom and despondency for the evening.  But no.

No, it turns out far from being the shivering bunch of Calvinists I had expected, the Twittering Brethren are a Trappist order who have discovered they can get round their vow of silence by spending their lives on Twitter.  So although Brother Anthony can't talk to Brother Gerard using his voice, he can tweet his every spiritual thought into the twittersphere.  I enjoyed the silence of their community at Compline, but was surprised to see that it had been renamed to RT @Vespers.

Anyway, I was glad to leave in the end.  A couple of the more progressive brothers have moved on to Facebook, and Brother Wulfstan had just thrown a cow at Brother Edward.

The politics of feeling Good

So I've had numerous complaints from the Beaker People about the series of Lenten and then Holy Week themes.  They said I've been a bit gloomy talking about temptation and death and suffering and stuff. But you know, I thought it was important that we put a bit of depth; some seriousness and consideration into our Beaker ritual year.

I mean, we do talk about the cycles of the season and all the rest of it - the ups and downs, the dying and waking of nature. But in fact, when you get down to it, we kind of don't like the bad bits. Apart from St Morrissey's Day, and St Thomas of Mellstock's Day, we don't ever really get any down moods at all. And even on those days, there's still the relief of, for example, going aroung pretending to be a Dorset yokel and painting on fake smallpox scars. Which is why, for all that it's supposed to be Lent, most of the Beaker Folk have been going to work on a Creme Egg since early January.

The main reason the Beaker Folk shy away from Easter in particular is that it includes death. And they don't like that one little bit. They suspect that, if even God had to die, then they might have to face that as well. And they're not happy with it. On the whole they have less problem with the pain and the cross per se, as they're happy to reflect on the knowledge that the suffering was happening to someone else. But they feel that at a time when the spring is springing and birds are building nests and daffydowndillies are bloomin and frogs are busy making little frogs, all this obsession with death and tombs is a bit in bad taste. And they told me if I kept going on about it, they'd decide it was time for a holiday. They said what good was the so-called Gospel if all I did was keep telling them bad news?

So I've just got back from a walk to find a note telling me they've all cleared off. They're staying at a Travel Lodge on the south coast from now till Sunday, when they're coming back for the traditional Throwing the Eggs over the Moot House rituals. They like Easter Sunday. It's a happy day.

Spiritual Limping and the Importance of Safety Shoes

Thank you all for asking, yes I'm fine.
I've just pulled that tendon at the back of my ankle.  I tell you, I'm a martyr to that tendon.  Otherwise always in perfect health, I just sometimes feel like the tendon at the back of my ankle is letting me down.  It's always been my... I'm sure the expression will come to me.

But on the subject of feet and ankles, we have laid in a new and exciting supply of safety footwear.  Out with the old steel toe-caps!  Now you can buy kevlar safety shoes.  They're lighter, safer and they don't conduct the cold into your feet on frosty mornings.  Just £35 each from the Beaker Bazaar, where we will also take your old boots off you for free.


And we've got a great new offer in the Bazaar for day and weekend pilgrims.  We can now rent you a pair of "pre-loved" steel toe-capped safety shoes at only £3 per day! (Plus a £10 deposit).

Ricky Martin - A Nation Mourns

If I appear slightly woozy and unbalanced this morning, I have to apologise.  It's the discovery that Ricky Martin is gay that did it.

Not that the sexuality of Mr Martin himself bothers me much, either one way or the other.  Apparently he made a record in the 1990s, which I suppose entitles him to be a celebrity along with Mr Blobby and Aqua.  Whatever happened to Aqua?  Sorry, that's beside the point.  The point being that, if Mr Martin has now decided to let everyone know what everyone knew already, then that's fine by me.

What happened was, I was driving down to the Builders' Merchants with Edith Weston, who was after a new nail-gun.  Then one second after Nicky Campbell announced the world-shattering news on Radio 5, Edith screamed.  I'm only glad that the windscreen is toughened glass, but I nearly drove straight into a car coming the other way.

What a sad journey it was after that.  I had to enlighten Edith on George Michael, Elton John and particularly Julian Clary, for whom she's always had a soft spot.  All her teenage dreams shattered.  And tell her that Kermit's not a real frog.  And Harry the Bigfoot doesn't live with the Hendersons.  And ET never went home.

And I'd be grateful if someone could confirm that the picture above is indeed Ricky Martin, as I've no idea what he looks like.  On this occasion, in Wikipedia I trust.

A seamless robe


And 2000 years on
men and women
are still treated
as objects
to be bought
to be sold
to be abused
to be thrown away.

"Stations of the Cross" from St Alban the Martyr, Holborn.

Monday, 29 March 2010

Planning Worship in a Post-Modern Environment

You know, in the old days it was simple:

If you were Methodist you had the Bible, earnest preaching and Wesley's hymns;
If you were Catholic you had Latin liturgy, liturgical colours and incense;
If you were Anglican you had the BCP and cricket.

But things have changed.  Now through the wonders of Liturgical Renewal, you can mix 'n' match to the service that suits you.  Mash up Gregorian Chant and heavy metal?  Just call it creative.  Don't like candles?  Use scented tea lights.  Singing the Psalms not suit you?  Gaze at a hazelnut.  After all, it's what Mother Julian did.

So as another in our occasional series in Worship advice,  here's a few more hints 'n' tips to help you negotiate the post-modern maze - or should I say - labyrinth?

Smell

Smell is the one of the six senses that is hard-wired straight to your brain.  Smell is powerful.  Smell can be your enemy - or your friend.  If the smell of old hymn books and musty hassocks is your thing, then that's great.  Get straight down your local village Anglican church and get your hands on your BCP.  If you're lucky, there might be some other people there as well  But other smells are maybe more conducive to a worshipping atmosphere.  Incense is good.  Personally I find a mixture of spikenard and frankincense just hits the spot, in a relaxing post-daily-toil joss stick.  But try and introduce incense to your communal worship and you'll always find you've got one person who claims it brings on their asthma attack, even if they've never had asthma in their life.  You'll bring the thurible in, and there'll be the sort of outbreak of coughing you normally only get when some-one starts burning old tyres in a tuberculosis ward.  And we all know how unpopular that makes you.

So why not try pumping the smell of fresh coffee, or baked bread, into your worship space, church or Moot House before meetings?  It will give your worship that homely feel - and the takings in your coffee shop afterwards will go up.  Or failing that, the scent of ironing can create the real sense of yearning for home when you're ten and it's raining outside.  Or is that just me?

Music to Listen To

With my background in the Extremely Primitive Methodists, this one is counter-intuitive and hard.  I want to be busy, busy - doing the next thing, then the next.  I can't imagine just sitting still and contemplating.  Worship, to the Extremely Primitive Methodists, was all about doing stuff.  Not least because if you sat still you would freeze to death.  But sometimes you just have to be still.  And they tell me that playing a piece of music can help.  Now, already on this site today Sally and Graham have recommended Coldplay.  And I can see that for some people, having people from Camden as the background to their spiritual lives may work.
But somehow, whenever I hear "Fix You" I just remember that I've got to get the Community Cat down the vets.

So here's some ideas that I find go well.

Enya, obviously.  Enya has the great advantage that you can feel terribly spiritual and go away feeling vaguely blessed and spiritual without ever coming across anything that may actually change you in any way.  Jon and Vangelis used to work much the same way.  While Fauré can make you feel all woosy and other-worldly.  Gregorian chant can make you feel like it's the day after a rave, if you're after that "back in the 90s" experience.  And Chris de Burgh just makes you wonder when it's going to stop.


Graven Images


Now I'd like to consider the power of pictorial art.  Our ancestors knew all about this, of course, with their wall paintings and stained glass and sacred carving.  Until the evil Roundheads smashed the glass and whitewashed the walls and smashed the carving.  

Of course, the Roundheads may have been on the credit side in being in accordance with the 2nd commandment.  Which you could see as a slight advantage - but I'd say that to instil a sense of true worship, the best bet is to project images on the wall of the Moot House.

Personally I love Eastern Orthodox icons.  Obviously, I've no idea what they mean - I can't read much Greek and the saints all seem to be a little dull - but the goldy colour is brilliant and they just look so spiritual.  So projecting images of icons interspersed with pictures of homeless people in London can always be very effective.  Everyone goes away feeling holy, and just a little bit compassionate.  And it hasn't cost them a penny!  Can't be bad.

Cafe Church

It's just so fair-tradey last year, isn't it?

Back in the day, there was a great craze for "Irish Theme Pub Church".  It fitted in very well with the Celtic Worship revival.  Basically you got a church in Harpenden (or, for those west of London, Woking), filled it with Irish drums, pictures of shamrocks and leprechaun memorabilia and played Irish-style music.  The Churchwardens (if Anglican) were issued with shillelaghs instead of wands and the responses mostly consisted of "So are yer all right there, Father Ted?".  The liturgy was renamed the "craic" and post-service coffee was replaced with Guinness.  Unfortunately there was a tendency to skip the service completely and head straight for the coffee, but it was a real step forward in making worship "real" to the youth of the London suburbs who  totally failed to attend.

So now we've moved the angle to Thai Takeaway Church.  Basically, if you phone us up and give us your credit card number we'll deliver you a Thai takeaway.  You don't even need to attend any kind of "formal" worship, and you can listen to the praise music of your choice (or even just watch the telly) while you're eating the food.  We feel it's a real step forward in making that "attending worship experience" a little less intimidating.

Spring Moon

Looking forward to tonight's Spring Moon.

The Beaker Fertility Folk have always claimed that the Spring Moon is the strongest, and causes the sap to flow in the trees and juices in the leaves.  They also claim another load of things in a similar, slightly innuendo-ish way.

I don't believe that the Fertitility Folk have any problem with getting their juices to flow at any stage of the Moon or season.  They seem equally willing to charge into the woods at any phase or time.  But if anything I feel they're going to be disappointed.  The weather's lousy.

Of course, the weather forecast is also bad news for the rest of us.  So if it continues to be dull  and miserable we'll hold Barking at the Moon in the Moot House.  Marston promises to give us his talk "The day I went to the Moon", which is loosely based on when he ate those toadstools he found on the verge near the Experimental Farm.  It promises to be a long evening.

Don't forget, in accordance with liturgical season, hi-viz tonight will be blue.  If anyone's short of a blue hi-viz vest I've got some for sale in the Beaker Bazaar.  But get there quick - at 6pm I'm putting them up line with yesterday's Cider Duty hike.

Using Coldplay in Worship

Sally is one of the great muses for the Beaker Folk.  When we've wondered what else can we do with tea lights, pebbles and 20 metres of coloured rayon, it's always Sally that has come up with new horizons for us.  But she has wondered how  it's possible to use Coldplay in an act of worship.

And of course the choice of music is important.  Playing the right piece of music can inspire people with feelings, thoughts and visions.  Personally when listening to a Coldplay song such as - in particular -  "Yellow", I like to close my eyes and imagine a better time.  A time when "Yellow" won't be playing any more.  That always inspires me.