Saturday, 11 April 2015

The Future that you Anticipated has Been Cancelled

Burton Dasset has been trying to persuade me to listen to OMD's album, English Electric, since it came out a couple of years ago. And after my experiences trying to enjoy its predecessor, History of Modern, I did my best to resist. But I've finally succumbed, and I like it. I get the feeling it's a lament for the modernist optimism which was where OMD came from in that time around 1980 - a world where the Buggles could sing of the "Plastic Age", and Poly Styrene could warn us about Germ-free Adolescences. By now, we should all be riding on jet packs and commuting by monorail in the sky, not still on Intercity 125s and rubbishy little electric trains on Thameslink. We should be living off food pills, communicating telepathically and wearing silver jump suits. Though not, please, Burton Dasset. Not in a silver jumpsuit. That's more than human flesh and blood can bear. Those Lycra cycling knickerbockers are bad enough. No, as one track tells us, "The Future was not supposed to be like this." We were supposed to use all the technology to wipe out disease, to solve world hunger, to revolutionise democracy. But instead we used it to show each other pictures of animals doing cute things and make up hash tags like #HellYesEd.


The future that you anticipated has been cancelled

There's lovely introductory intro lyrics, on the first track of English Electric, "Please remain seated..." - which is effectively set in an airport waiting lounge....
"May I have your attention please.
The future that you  anticipated has been cancelled.
Please remain seated and wait for further instructions."
Which is kind of apt for John's account of the appearance of Jesus to the disciples. Because that's where the disciples are. Whatever future they were anticipating, was cancelled. I presume John and James could see a future where, as Jesus ruled the Jewish empire from the Mediterranean to the Euphrates, they sat next to him as princelings, holding the power of life and death over their subjects. Hot-headed Peter - maybe he was dreaming of battles way beyond just cutting one ear off one High Priest's servant. Mary Magdalene - maybe the silly archaeologists and silly novelists are right to a degree, and maybe she was dreaming of becoming Mrs Jesus of Nazareth. And perhaps Mary the Lord's mother was dreaming her son would come home, pick up Joseph's tools, and get on with the safe job of being a carpenter.

Well, that was all gone now. The future they anticipated has been cancelled. They remain seated - apparently around that same table, in that same room in John Mark's house where, just a few days earlier, Jesus had broken bread. And they're reeling from a whole series of odd events.

The Resurrection stories in the different Gospels don't quite hang together. There's different details, different narratives, different viewpoints. A young man in a white outfit for Mark becomes an angel in Matthew - two in Luke.

And the truth comes in from many angles - as well as several angels. Mary and the women see the empty tomb. John runs to the door - Peter into the tomb. But it's when it's quiet after the two action men have gone back to bed, that Mary sees Jesus. He appears - in Luke - to the two on the road to Emmaus. He appears to the disciples there in that upper room. And, a week later - on this Sunday - he appears again, this time to Thomas.

We can see Thomas as someone special, special - the doubting one, the one left over - we can focus on his leap to faith as if it's something individual. But in fact, it's not. It's actually part of that whole community of love that Jesus had created before his death, coming to know the truth of the resurrection. Thomas isn't being saved all alone as he realises what has happened. Let's face it, for all his scientific "show me the holes in his side" - if he'd seen Jesus all alone, by the following day he would, quite rationally, be asking himself - "did I really do that?" What was I on last night?

No, the first Church has been built up over that week. The apostles, the women, the two going to Emmaus, Thomas - each have seen their own sights, had their own experiences of the living Jesus. This isn't about individuals coming to faith - it's a community, each with their different roles, coming to a dawning realisation - and each, with their own experience and reflection, contributing to the community's worship and belief. Thomas has become properly part of that faith community - in the way God made us to be. You'll notice that even a great Evangelical, right at the Englightenment, like John Wesley, still set up "classses", where his Methodists could be together, learn together. He didn't just give them each a copy of his Sermons and tell them to go home and work it out for themselves.

And what Thomas gets to do, is put the words that are needed, to describe the experience his friends have all been having over the last, rather odd week. He takes Mary's "Rabboni", and raises it all the way to "My Lord, and my God." It's his insight, but it's what they have all been realising gradually. He's brought it all together, and summed up the Church's witness for the Age to come.

When we come to Church, some are smart and some are dim. Many are old, but hopefully some are young. Some have amazing spiritual insights. Some speak with tongues of angels. Some just like the hymns, though they may be a dab hand with the Pledge when it comes to polishing the furniture. But collectively we make up the Body of Christ.

We have a habit of saying that when we come together, Christ is there in the midst of us. Of course he is - but then he's God's Word. He is the rules of love that make up the universe. He's always and everywhere here with us. But when we come together - as the disciples did - and each brings their insight, each brings their personality and their gifts - he is among us and, like Thomas on that Sunday, we recognise him. We see him in each other, we see him in the words of Scripture, we recognise him at the breaking of bread. He is here, and we know it.

When the disciples were together, Thomas was with them. And when he saw Jesus, he made their understanding complete. The future they anticpated had been cancelled. One they didn't expect had kicked in. One where death need no longer be feared, Jesus was with all of them, and joy was to be found in that. That future they got, is the one we're living as well. Jesus is still alive, the Kingdom is near us and working through us, and because one person has been raised from the dead, we can believe we all will.

Liturgy for Introverts: The Peace

Archdruid: Peace be with you.

All: And also with you.

Archdruid: Let us turn to the people around us, make no eye contact, and smile very slightly while thinking about something peaceful.

The Boat Race That Defies Patriarchy and the Laws of Physics

On this day when we remember Trenton Airbag, we also mark the good news that the women of Oxford and Cambridge also get to be televised in their own Boat Race today. Obviously this is a small step forward. Personally I can't wait until plucky Anglia Ruskin gets through to the final. Presumably both they and Bedfordshire University get knocked out in the heats every year.

But this from the BBC had me worried.
"Their crew will be almost a kilo per rower lighter than that of Cambridge on Saturday as they race an hour earlier than the men"
I'm presuming that Cambridge are less affected by the relativistic effects of the speed they're travelling at? Otherwise how could their respective weights be so drastically affected by the time dimension?

Ah me. As Peter Cook would say, you shouldn't say two things together like that. It could confuse a stupid person.

Feast of Trenton Oldfield (2012)

Archdruid: And so, on this holiest day of the annual aquatic competition between 16 beefy blokes and two people with vertical challenges, we remember the great hero of recent challenges, Trenton Oldfield...

All: You're an attention-seeking muppet.

Archdruid: Trenton Oilfield.

All: You're an attention-seeking muppet.

Archdruid: Trenton Airfield.

All: You're an attention-seeking muppet.

Archdruid: Trenton Olified.

All: You're an attention-seeking muppet.

Archdruid: Trenton Oilseed.

All: You're an attention-seeking muppet.

Famous Preacher In Controversy Over "Offshore Tax Arrangement"

When they came to Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax went up to Peter and said, “Does your teacher not pay the tax?”  

He said, “Yes.”

And when he came into the house, Jesus spoke to him first, saying, 
“What do you think, Simon? From whom do kings of the earth take toll or tax? From their sons or from others?” 

And when he said, “From others,” Jesus said to him, 

“Then the sons are free. However, not to give offense to them, go to the sea and cast a hook and take the first fish that comes up, and when you open its mouth you will find a shekel. Take that and give it to them for me and for yourself." (Matt 17:24-27)

When Androids Rule the World

In the Robot Apocalypse so many predict, the Androids will rise to rule the world.

Mostly because they'll be able to destroy the Apple-produced robots when they all shut down for 24 hours for the latest iOSx upgrade.

Friday, 10 April 2015

Nietzsche Decides There is No God and Stops Going to Church

Before the service:

Welcomer: Welcome to St Luther's! I'm Hans, who are you?

Nietzsche: Nietzsche.

Welcomer: Bless you.


At the "Introduce yourself to your neighbour" bit:

Gretchen: Hello! I'm Gretchen! I didn't catch your name?

Nietzsche: Nietzsche.

Gretchen: Bless you.


At "Cafe Church:

Barrista: So a latte with an extra shot and cherry syrup. What name shall I put on your cup?

Nietzsche: Nietzsche.

Barrista: Bless you. What name shall I put on the cup?


After the Service:

Minister: So nice to meet you. I hope you enjoyed the service this morning, Herr....?

Nietzsche: Nietzsche.

Minister: Bless you....

Thursday, 9 April 2015

The BBC - Balance in All Things

Yes, I've done this before, for other reasons. The BBC are meant to achieve balance in all things. But either deliberately, for effect, or else because their researchers are too stupid, lazy or ill-informed to know anything about their subjects, frequently the "Christian" view on a matter can end up being represented by Christian Voice or The Christian Institute. Both of which could do with indefinite articles in front of their names, at the very least. If not some quote marks.

You achieve balance with two people comfortably in their respective seats on a see-saw. But the BBC seem to prefer people who are metaphorically nailing extra planks on the end of the see-saws and then standing on stilts on the end of the planks. Portraying these bodies as representative of Christians is like arguing that Mario Balotelli is a typical Liverpool player or Jeremy Clarkson is the voice of Toyota Prius owners. It's like.... like.....


"And as we discuss the possible repeal of the Hunting Ban, we have somebody who hates all posh people, and a man who likes dissolving live foxes in nitric acid."
"Should we extend the High Speed 2 line to Glasgow? We speak to a Glaswegian who is allergic to trains, and the Chair of  the "Rebuild Hadrian's Wall, a Mile High" Society." 
"What now for the polar bears? We've a man who wants to put the Arctic into a massive refrigerator, and a woman with a large spear and a hungry look." 
"The patent fraudster who claims to have found the tomb of Jesus, and the person who keeps setting fire to his trousers on the grounds he's a heretic. We'll be standing between them with a bucket of water, while they scream abuse at each other."
"EU border controls - we've got Mr Al Baghdadi, who says remove them all. But a woman with a pillow case on her head and an interest in burning crosses isn't so sure."

Do we need to sack everybody at the Highways Agency?
Or is it a message from an alien intelligence? Coming up after the break.
"Could there be life on Saturn's moons? We've got someone who's in telepathic contact with a fish on Tethys, and a fundamentalist who's convinced God has painted the planets on the dome of the sky in luminous paint."
"Women in the Church - should we ban all men? Or see women priests for the evil castration cult they clearly are?"
"Peace in the Middle East - an evangelical from the US says the sooner they're gathered at Megiddo the better. While an experimental scientist with no job, degrees or published papers tells us his plans to float Jerusalem out onto the Dead Sea on a massive swimming float." 
"Nativity Plays - should they be compulsory in every school, or are they the child-brain-washing tools of an evil zombie death cult? We've found people to back both views. And you wouldn't want to meet them in the street."
That last one, by the way, actually happened. Revd Kate Bottley was on the show as well. She talked sense. I don't know whether the BBC had her on again.

Lighting Up St Michaels

To raise money towards the rewiring of the beautiful St Michael's, Camden, a group are walking to every St Michael's in London over 4 days.

As I write, they're halfway between St Michael's Highgate and home base in Camden. Although Burton Dasset's comment was he probably would spend all afternoon in the Flask Inn, before wobbling down Highgate Hill towards St Pancras on his bike.

We ignore him. The church is well worth helping. And St Michael wouldn't look out of place in Helm's Deep. Link's below.

https://lightupstmichaels.wordpress.com/donate/

Extraverts' One-Day Retreat

We've made a change to the One Day Retreat for Extraverts.

The feedback from the last course was that "we didn't get enough chance for getting to know each ofher", so we've added an ice breaker. Each delegate will have the chance, in the initial introductory session, to tell everybody else something about them that they think is interesting, fun or wacky.

In line with this change, we're renaming the course.

It's now called the "Three Day Retreat for Extraverts".

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Nom Domittis

Ed, now lettest thou thy servants depart in peace,
according to thy pledge.
For mine eyes have seen thy taxation.
Which thou art prepared
to impose on all income-maximising people;
To be a tax to burden the nations
and the downfall of the London property market.