Sunday, 6 November 2011

Third Before Bling

OK, after the Xmas-light-related fiascos of previous years, this year we're going to put some contol into our liturgical calendar. We've had Samhain and All Saints and All Souls and St Bonfire's Night. So now we're going to have a few weeks of quiet, calm, autumnal reflection before the light-festival of Advent kicks in. Or, to put it another way, no bling before December.

Tea lights are, as ever, usable for all services (they make Tenebrae particularly pretty, in my opinion - we really must hold another one sometime). But in the meantime we're going to be looking for moody, dim lighting. Liturgical colours this Autumn will mostly be earthy browns, ecrus and taupes - with maybe just a splash of hi-viz orange or yellow, for contrast and safety.

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Jesus and the Apocryphal Apocalypse

Just a quick thought. And I may be missing the point here. Apparently according to the Jesus Seminar, Jesus didn't actually tell the parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins. We can know this because it's about the End Times. And Jesus didn't talk about the End Times. And the reason we know this is because all the stories about the End Times in the Gospels, weren't told by Jesus. Because he didn't talk about the End Times.

I'm probably missing something here, but it strikes me that the Jesus Seminar may have been just a teensy-weensy waste of time. Which is clearly true, because I just said it.

Wise and Foolish Virgins

The different translations of Matthew 13 tell you just how much using the right translations and understanding the social context matters.

To a 21st reader of the King James, the context would be clear. Coming to the text fresh, one would assume that in a first-century environment the bridegroom is arriving to marry the virgins - or as many, apparently, as are well-equipped with lighting equipment. Why, looking at a lifetime of marriage as a whole, the bridegroom might decide that having a working lamp is a particular recommendation, would never be clear under this hypothetical reading. But the lack of any mention of a bride in the parable might also point this way. Maybe he was going to choose the one with the best torch?

But the NRSV interprets the virgins as "bridesmaids".  This strikes me as indeed an interpretation - an assumption has been made that this is their function at the wedding feast. I suppose - for we don't have the information - that their job was to stand around holding lamps, in which case the interpretation "bridesmaids" would be wrong - and the groom's reaction in not letting them in would be quite reasonable. After all, if you're at a function with no unction, that's a pretty bad junction.

So the best I can conclude is, I don't know. Perhaps the moral we can draw from all this, in this modern world, is that you should always keep your environmentally-friendly rechargable torch charged up. Or maybe invest in a wind-up one. Then you will know, at whatever hour the groom arrives, that you'll have a bit of light and you won't get locked out.

Now we will sing "This little light of mine". Which, having an upbeat and a slow way of playing it, can be found both at the front and back of Burton's new hymn book.

Friday, 4 November 2011

Informal All-Age Service

Eileen: GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE!

All: Good morning, Eileen.

[Eileen may feign deafness or, as it may be, disappointment]

Eileen: Let's try that again, but this time as if you'r all as devout as I am. I said "GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE!"

All: GOOD MORNING, EILEEN!

[Eileen may feign being surprised by an unexpected gust of wind.]

Eileen: Now we've an awful lot to get through. So I'd like you all to shake hands with just one person - someone who's shorter than you.

[More logical / socially aware people may reel at the incoherence of this instruction. Most will just randomly shake hands with someone, out of fear, confusion and embarrassment.]

Eileen: We've got lots of games and children's talks and action songs for today's celebration. Now we don't have any actual children here today for me to patronise, so can I have two volunteers - one man and one wo-....

[Eileen is flattened in the stampede for the door]

Eileen: ....... and also with you.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Breaking the Rules

I have sinned. Inadvertently, but is that an excuse?

I saw the so-called "Archdruid" from the Great House this afternoon. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and I pointed to a bird of prey circling overhead.

"Oh, look at that buzzard," I remarked.

"Buzzard?" said Eileen, "that's a kite."

The temptation was there, and I regret to say that I blundered into it.

"Oh?" I replied, "how do you know?"

My fall was at hand.  Eileen explained how the tail shape of a kite is very distinctive, marking it off from the buzzard.

"Get thee behind me, " I exclaimed, "thou hast caused me to fall foul of 1 Tim 2:12."

But it was too late.

I am going off to repent for a while now. I may be some time.



Red Kite by  ThKraft under Wikimedia commons

Marriage Rehearsal

A terrible administrative slip-up today. I thought I'd been asked to take a "wedding rehearsal". In fact it was a "marriage rehearsal". Two hours of sitting tensely and not speaking, interrupted by the occasional blazing row. They've decided it's not for them. So I suppose that at least in that respect it was a success.

If Men Ran the Church

It's taken me all night, and a lot of Access programming. But I've finally done it.

I have sorted the "Beaker Song Book" into a logical sequence.

As you know, we normally use the projector and laptop while in the Moot House. It gives me terrible problems sometimes - as the designated person with "The Charismatic Gift of Overhead Projection" - when Eileen comes over all spontaneous and shouts out "and now we're going to sing that great old song, Alleluia..." I tell you, Dear Reader - that is when a man's soul shrivels to the bignesse of a hazelnut, and his spine crawls as he wonders which of the songs that are called Alleluia - which are more in number than the sand on the sea-shore - she means.

But while that is OK - in a "danger hovering in the air" kind of way - in the Moot House, in the open air, the projector is irrelevant. And so we have the "Beaker Song Book". In truth, a folder rather than a book - so we can add new Coldplay songs as they are released - and with a convenient fire-proof cover so we can hold tea lights on it when the aluminium holder becomes red-hot.

The old "Beaker Song Book" was becoming a little antiquated - and the paper a little dog-eared - so Eileen asked me to produce the new version. A great honour. Never has Eileen trusted me with anything of such spiritual importance, since she made me "Holder of the Druidic Bard's Spiritual Pebble" a year or so ago. And that may have been some double-entendre I didn't understand. But I set to work with a will.

The songs themselves I chose quite simply, based on Eileen's prejudices. All Sydney Carter songs have been excluded on the grounds of heresy. Anything written after 1980 on the grounds that it may be "a little over-feminized". All Anglican hymns from the 19th Century on the grounds that "they don't really have a discernible tune, do they?" Anything with a tune by Vaughan Williams "because".

But in what order should I put them? I looked at the 1980 Methodist hymn book, "Hymns and Psalms", and found they were divided by subject matter. But that is a terribly imprecise way of grouping hymns. For example - take "Come, ye thankful people come". In my database that is classified under "Eschatology" and "Harvest". But I cannot put it in the Beaker folder twice. So subject doesn't matter.

I turned to alphabetical order of hymn name. But the great "Alleluia" conundrum arises immediately. And how can you remember which is "Alleluia" and which is "Hallelujah"?

So I went to surname of author. But then how do you sort the Wesleys out? You could sub-sort by first name of author, but who can remember which author wrote which hymn? And what do you do when one or other Wesley has actually translated something by Joachim Neander? And what do you do when the song is known by the group name - for example, "Fix You" would need to be listed under Coldplay?

I have spend a while pondering this. But I have come up with an unambiguous, easy-to-use resolution. I have, after an entire sleepless night, ordered all the hymns and songs in the Beaker Songbook by beats per minute (bpm). The slowest songs are at the front  - the quickest at the back.

Now, when we want "something meditative" we will look at the front of the book. When we want "something a bit up-beat" we will look at the back. It is scientific, clear, usable and intuitive. Eileen will love it when I tell her.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

How to Create a Church Mission Statement






All Souls' Day

Once again All Souls' is upon us. And once again our main question is - what do we believe we're doing?

At the brainstorm we held last week we found problems with all the symbolism people wanted to use. Little paper boats to be dropped into the brook, to sail away downstream until we saw them no more. Chinese lanterns that would drift off on the breeze (not least because we lost the Doily Shed the other year doing similar). Rolling oranges downhill into the spinney.

All suffered from the same problem. Sure they're comforting, they emphasise that the dead have continuity with the living in a Community of saints. But they all minimised the pain and separation of death and the profound change it makes. A loved one is with us: the body ceases to function; the loved one is with us no more. They have not wandered round the corner into another room, nor drifted into the sunset. Something total annd awful has come between us. Death is something, after all.

So today we're going to throw pebbles in the duck pond. They will shine in the light for a moment and then, hitting the water, disappear from our view. We will trust that they are safe where they settle, until the pond silts up and the farmer ploughs it. Or until that day when the earth dissolves in ashes and everything is changed.

But we'll still read out the names of those who've gone before. It's important to remember.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Real Traditional Celtic Worship

It being an  eerie and other-worldly time of year today, I got the inevitable request that we did some "proper Celtic worship". They decided that it was time to go for the real "Scent of the Hebridean Isles" experience.

I tried to dissuade them. Begged them. But they said no, it's the right time of the year so we're going to celebrate in the Traditional Celtic Style.

So I got them to stand in water for six hours, in the Celtic tradition. Obviously, this being the Husbourne brook and not the sea, they were only in it up to their ankles, but that didn't stop them complaining that they were cold. So I got Hnaef to play the bagpipes at them, and then they stopped moaning about the brook.

But they asked me - what about St Kevin and the blackbird's nest - can we go some way towards re-creating that? And I must admit, it gave me pause for thought - I mean, St Kevin? That's as likely as St Wayne or St Kayleigh, isn't it? But it turns out they were right. Proper Celtic saint and all. But I didn't see how we could get blackbirds to nest in their hands - particularly at this time of the year - so I compromised. We nipped back up to the Great House for supplies, and then threw some frozen chickens at them. Mind you, we stopped that fairly quick. Partly because it seemed a waste of chickens, and partly because most of the Beaker People were stuck in the mud at the bottom of the brook. Where's the sport in throwing birds at a standing target?

So to complete the Celtic Experience, we read a three-hour service in Latin to them, while Young Keith threw buckets of ice-cold water over them. Obviously we could have got cold with all this going on, but the good news is that in true Celtic and monastic style we'd a bottle of Buckie wine to keep the chill out.

All in all, it's true to say that the Beaker People have had better days. But I've had a great time. It goes against the grain, but I reckon we should have a Traditional Celtic Day again.

By way of rehabilitating St Kevin, notice the following comment on his Orthodoxwiki entry:

"Kevin valued his solitude very much; overmuch, some would say. When, at the beginning of his hermit's life, a woman followed him constantly, trying to get him to marry her, he eventually solved the problem by pushing her off a cliff."

Maybe I'm warming to him after all.

All Saints' Day Menu

Breakfast: Pumpkin porridge

Elevenses: Left-over sweets and Monster Munch

Lunch: Pumpkin soup with pumpkin-seed bread

Tea: Pumpkin biscuits

Supper: Pumpkin pie with butternet squash