Thinking of salvation as something that appeals inside and outside the Church, and the way modern society can screw that idea up.

Introduction.

This longish essay tries to find a way of talking and thinking about the Christian salvation in concrete terms, which is to say how it pertains to us as human beings who both love our life in the world, but also have times when we would want to be free of it, especially from other people. It looks at us as creatures confined in time, under the shadow of death, and having a constantly underlying longing to flee into immortality, away from the tragedy of separation from others and the possibility of extinction. It tries to think of us in the joy and anxiety of being embodied and with other embodied creatures; being finite, perspectively limited, knowing some but ignorant of the whole picture and having to make decisions about our relations with others that can go very wrong. We will be concerned with what it is like to know, deep within, that though we are strong and comprehending we are also fragile, vulnerable before other things and people and dependent on them. We want to think about what Christian salvation addresses itself to as this contradictory, concrete human experience.

It employs natural theology and philosophy to attempt to tease out some understanding of Christian revelation for our time. The significance of this has to do with the attitude of many conservative Christians to using philosophy or reasoned theology to tease out a meaning of revelation: they would basically keep well away from it as something idolatrous and in danger of placing limitations on God’s sovereign freedom and the way God speaks to humanity. And this is largely the case with the teaching of lay people in the Church of England. However, you could argue that not including philosophy or natural theology as those disciplines which, crudely speaking, attempt to move from human experience up to God, and just employing some ‘purer’ Theology which is concerned with organising revelation without interpretations, ends up leaving revelation too abstract.

In ministry it is noticeable how often the lay reception of teaching is as though the latter is one complete, self contained block that has fallen out of the sky all of a piece, handed to the higher clergy, they to the parochial clergy, and the parochial clergy to the laity. Many ordinary congregation members have , then, little sense of the struggle through history, within the faith, to work out its own meaning and become what it has become up to this present generation. This may suit some of the more unregenerate instincts of many people for supernaturalism in place of religion, but it is unhealthy for the propagation of the faith of the Christian God.

What is also true is that any generation that chooses not to think through the possibility that its faith is built, as well, from philosophical assumptions, will always be in danger from the importation of philosophical ideas which distort the faith, perhaps distort its essential message to make it manipulable by worldly political agendas and make the people of God their unknowing accomplices.

Finally, in employing philosophy and natural theology as well as Theology proper, one of the aims of this essay is to try and show how what Christians call revelation could be of interest to those who do not make Christian religious confession as well as those who do.

The essay has two parts. The first is to try and compose a way of speaking and thinking about the concrete experience of God’s intersection with humanity that both does justice to orthodox Christianity and provides a point of identification for people outside the Church, with the Christian faith. It therefore tries to discuss Christian salvation in terms of being delivered over into a freedom wherein there is more than enough material security for humanity to be freed up to explore the meaning of Love and in this way to develop their lives together and their personal self actualisation, for all eternity. Otherwise put, we find a way of discussing human salvation in terms of the sort of freedom in Love that all human organisms long for.

With this mention of the ‘human organism’, it is important to bear in mind that this is the creature that the God of Jesus Christ deals with, the one that evolved from the primal soup and needs to eat and sleep, that requires warmth and security, even to play. This is the one for whom salvation was designed. Whatever salvation is, therefore, it is about the freeng up of this biological, psychological, as well as spiritual, creature. So, we will have to look at what God has made humanity in the light of the paradigm of the human, Jesus Christ, so a thing both of nature and supernature. And that means we have to discuss humanity in terms of the creature that needs to eat, find shelter, work and play, as well as the creature that has to worship something, has a notion of the sacred and is drawn to something beyond the natural confines of time and space.

To talk about God with us and what that means in terms of salvation, the saving of us all into a longed for Liberty I, of course, want to lock into wisdom inside the Church, but also outside. In accord with the acceptance of philosophy as a tool for bringing out the meaning of salvation for our particular time and place, I accept that there are sources of wisdom outside the confines of scripture and tradition that help us to understand how God relates to humanity and how humanity may be drawn into God. This is the same spirit that induced the Fathers to look about the pagan texts as tools facilitating the unravelling of revelation from scripture, It is an acceptance of the notion that there might be wisdom pertaining to a path to knowing, and being reconciled to, God, outside the Church as well as within.

It is important to say these things since it is still the case that people in the Church consider it their duty to take their message out into the community and, in various face to face encounters, lecture others about the need to make a confession of faith and join the Church. An assumption that clearly underpins this is that the Church is the only place in which salvation is found; the Church has all the answers. There is, therefore, no humility by the Church in the sense that they have any need to engage thoughtfully with anything coming to it from those outside the believing community. There is no conversation, the Church alone stewards and understands the formula of salvation and the rest of the world must accept it as the Church presents it or remain considered unregenerate. This authoritarianism is sometimes backed up with threat. We know that at the extremes of the conservative mindset it is thought that those outside the believing community may well find that they have to spend eternity in hell either for their lack of contrition and obduracy, or for their ignorance (having the misfortune to be born into a non-Christian culture). All those who do not assert a faith and trust in Jesus Christ – and of course trust in Jesus Christ are alienated from God and if they die still having failed to ’give their heart to the Lord’, they will spend eternity alienated from God.

This notion, then, tends to take it for granted that the only people who are really following God are those inside the Church, those who have made some form of verbal confession. The repeating of verbal confession in the midst of the Christian community is central to this. You must confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord. But what if the Church has made a bit of a botch of explaining what Jesus is Lord, is. What if it has gone off on a tangent somewhere? It wouldn’t be the first time. And then the confession, if it is genuinely about the hankering after God, could still be one couched in a very different language outside the Church.

What is more, what we are encountering in this attire is a level of certainty that ordinary humanity is not subject to. The more conservative of our brethren will speak about a kind of special status of the Christian as inhabited by the Holy Spirit. It seems that what is suggested is that in the Christian Faith one may be abstracted out of the ordinary run of humanity that normally has to deal with limited, finite knowing in its understanding of what it is for and where it is going to. And this has always been one of the ‘ordinary’ pathologies of human existence, that is, to have absolute certainty in one’s belief in God bestows identity, purpose and moral rightness, that no longer has to be struggled over with others, no longer needs fretting over anxiously since such discussion may involve having to make fundamental shifts with one’s truth and identity and this is an inveterate and irreducible burden of being a finite human being in the world with other human beings. So this is not so much Christian belief as the pursuit of an age old fantasy of being released from the limitations of being a finite human being. And it could be argued against by pointing out that in Jesus Christ God has demonstrated his intention to speak to humanity in a revelation that, however eternal in itself, is mediated to us in time and space. This means that there might be aspects of it that must be learnt and relearnt, and our learning keep having to develop, over and over again.

Instead of this I want to draw up a picture of where God and humanity meet that not only leaves humanity in its state of finite limitation, but takes us deeper into those conditions, and that this is partof the healing that salvation involves. I suggest that the very sense of God, and salvation as something somehow resting in God, begins in an experience of being addressed by the source of existing things, the Being of beings.

Invoking the term, the ‘Being’ of beings often brings much air of mystery to the discussion but precious little comprehension. But by my using the term I want to draw our attention to the very down to earth nature of the encounter between God and human beings. The Being of beings is simply Existence in itself as opposed to this existing thing or that. It is the whole. Now much philosophy over the last 400 years has been dedicated to the erosion of the notion of the Being of beings as some entity itself apart from the sum total of all things everywhere. But Christianity has often understood the Being of beings as that of God himself, a ‘separable’ personality, or presence pervading things, albeit invisible and deductible only by thinking, feeling human beings in their soul. And it is in this sense that Paul says that God is that in which we ‘live and move and have our being’.

Ever since humanity has been self conscious and capable of thinking and communicating, and even as these creatures wandered in tribal groups hunting and gathering, they have felt this Being of beings as not only the reality in which they live and have their being, but as something that addresses them through their most distinctive capabilities, thought and language. Before we talk about the God of dogmatic Christianity, then, we need to get down into the earth and the struggle for a living that human beings undertake for survival. And begin here to lay a foundation for what we might understand by the very term ‘God’ and the meaning of His salvation.

To begin with, then, before any language of confession existed, there was the life of human beings with one another in the world and in the effort to survive and thrive. And it was in this state that they perhaps experienced, in some inchoate fashion, something that drew them to it, to utter it, draw it, dance it or something. It all begins with an awakening to something recognised, again incompletely, but nevertheless registered, as the Origin and the End of everything, where all things come from and where they are going to. It is the life of Existence itself as opposed to this existing thing or that, as though the Existence of existing things be a life and a personality in itself. This would be a life both similar but also very different from human personality. It is very different from things that we experience in time and in space but as so very different it is also very close.

As the Being of beings this is the pre-condition of things and not a thing in itself, which is possibly why some mystical, spiritual writers talk about the enigmatic Nothingness; ie, no-thing-ness. The Being of beings is unlike a being and therefore it does not compete with existing things for a time and a place to Be. It is not a thing, but much bigger, pushing other things out if its way. It does not appear alongside things in the world as a temporal, spatially circumscribed entity but much, much bigger. What this also means is that the Being of beings does not present in any other way to humanity than via the existing things that it has brought into Being.

Being brings human consciousness and things that human beings are conscious of, together. In its essence, then, there is some kinship between the thinking sensuality of human beings with their fundamentally poetic, liturgical soul, and Being, God Himself, as Existence in the world. When we are in our highest, most sensually thoughtful and most meditative self, we are channelling something of God in the world. Our rational sensibility articulated and developed through language is both of God and the essence of ourselves. Being is the Thinking Sensuality that is the precondition of the human thinking sensuality, the interactive/meditative consciousness. And just to note: the term ‘meditative’ here, as we shall see, does not refer to human beings in some state of reflective repose, but in their active state, in their interactions and struggles with each other to create a home for a distinctive human life. Perhaps we mean especially something like civilisation: a realm of meaningful, symbolism that might be understood as that of objective verbal and non verbal language and thought.

The experience of the Being of beings is first an awakening to an enigmatic and beautiful presence, a Holiness that may also be experienced, perhaps initially, as terrifying and as arousing a sense of diminution and vulnerability. But it arouses wonder as well as sometimes fear,  and within the sense of being ‘under its gaze’ can provoke the need to turn our eyes away in shame and hide.

The experience of Being is that of the Sublime, which is overpowering, both lovely and terrifying. It’s like trying to stand in the hurricane, and the religious struggle of humanity has always been to find some mediator of the Sublime that allies human beings to stand safely and enjoy sacred sublimity as wonderful – ie, as evoking of wonder. Thereafter we want it, or want to approach it, possess it, and some have even spoken of uniting with it.

What all this means is something most important: humanity has an anxious sense of itself as incomplete, but the experience of Being is that of the life that shall complete us somehow and make us whole. This means that human beings have a sense of their origin, and the purpose for which they are, as lying outside the ordinary mundane world, outside the conglomeration of beings and in Being itself. In the contemporary world it is important to make this point since it has been the case since the scientific revolution that the Aristotelian notion, that everything has an beginning and end outside the world of finite causes, has gone. We have long been taught to think of everything as having a beginning and an end within the realm of finite causes and not outside it. The profane gaze of science reducing everything to a mundane, isolated and banal thing is the predominant way that we all, in contemporary western culture, intuitively perceive everything, including ourselves.

This life of Being that mediated the Sublime to us I have called, ‘the beautiful life’. Whereas the life of humanity is contingent rather than necessary, the beautiful life is necessary, having no contingent aspect to it. It is complete unto itself and our being brought into its life is the closest in this life that human beings come to feeling whole and complete.

Nevertheless the beautiful life also feels, somehow, the reality of being finite and contingent. Humanity, therefore has long had conceptions of the god-man, either in myth or in the form of kings. The human in this is generally experienced at a distance from the divine element, and the divine element is not the One God, the Elohim, El Shaddai or Yahweh Saboath of the Jews but some lower order divinity like in an avatar. Nevertheless some mediating being between the realms of the divine and the human is not new.

 The Beautiful life is the life of what human beings call the gods or God present in the earth, perhaps also in the heroes, such as those of Ancient Greece. The distinctively Christian characteristic that would be added to this from revelation is that this Beautiful life is the High God of the Jews, Yahweh, identified finally through the preaching of the Christ, as Love: not your love or mine – which are but pale imitations – but Love in itself, incarnate and exemplified in the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

The sense of what addresses us is quite overpowering and must, somehow, be mediated in order to present in proportions that human beings can live with, though without compromising its integrity or reality as something wondrous, startling, astonishing and passionately inspiring. The Beautiful life is a mediation of the Sublime which allows it to strike a wound of longing into a person rather than terror , and there is then a need to seek it and get closer to it as that in which alone the soul will find its rest and completeness. 

This may all very well precede explicit religious affiliation.  It marks an original special intersection of the divine with the human. Some people may subsequently articulate their experience in terms of religious confessional formula, whilst others, particularly in a contemporary modern, western environment, simply may not see the connection between those words and the experience at all.

Nevertheless, I am suggesting that this experience is what makes sense of the Christian confession and gives it concrete grounding. 

This essay is meant to lay out a way of thinking about the experience of the Christian God, at least in the beginning, in these terms. It must be recognised as such in order to give meaning to revelation. It is the attempt to lay out in such terms what is the great ambition of Christian pilgrimage, that is – to put it in the mytho-poetics of Christian Faith – to have ‘Christ’ born in the soul by being taken up into the life of God in Christ through the Holy Spirit. 

The second part of this essay wants to talk about what, then, the pursuit of this Beautiful life must amount to.

Is the pursuit of this life primarily an individual, private matter? Is it somehow purely an inner, hidden matter? In my time in parish ministry I rarely met anyone, lay or ordained, that I had the temerity to think was not genuinely, within the confines of a variety of weaknesses that we all possess, trying to ‘get closer to Christ’. But people’s understanding of what might be entailed by this was frankly all a bit of a mess. The lay reception of Christian teaching in something like the Church of England  comes in a mixture of influences out of its history: there is the soft, fideistic Pietism that places emphasis on the individual and their inner wrestling with God, their eschewal, not so much of public, objective orders of religion (though outside the Church we often find this), as an aversion to objective, reasoned articulations in the form of theology, especially natural theology or philosophical theology. This is something that one finds, in a slightly more reflective form, in many of the clergy. It may degenerate into a more straightforward, dry moralist version of Christian Churchgoing, a business-like rehearsal of the liturgical life of the Church or as a ‘tending toward the deist’ version, which has God as some metaphysical, monadic and monolithic, mega-object outside time and space. These forms invariably slot into a kind of unreflective dualism which has the pure, invisible realm of spirit directly acting in upon the pure, Spiritual soul, so hidden away. It’s all vaguely gnostic and a little bit occult. But certainly private and individualistic. 

But in scripture, though God communicates through individuals – and if we think of the experience we have recounted with its wonder and terror this tends to be only very pronounced in the prophets amongst us – those individuals nevertheless tend to become spokespeople for whole communities, the pre eminent example being Moses. Prior to the reformation (and for some time after in many respects), Christian Faith was certainly a public matter and before the bourgeois separation of disciplines and division of labour, was explicitly tied up with political culture.

The pursuit of Love in the form of the beautiful life may well not be simply an individual and internal matter. Rather, I will suggest, the only way to realise it in the life of humanity to any degree is by a whole community co-operating with God in the creation of societies and cultures that are a continual effort to approximate to the Kingdom of God on earth; to cooperate in the Divine project to establish God’s will on earth as it is in heaven.

When we talk of human salvation, we are talking about that from which the human creature has always wanted to be saved. And I would suggest that this has never been a saving into some life other than life as an embodied creature in the world with other embodied creatures. It is rather a liberation from all that impedes and bears down on the enjoyment of life with one another, all that violently oppresses and limits it. And salvation then becomes being saved as liberated to a life of material security and enjoyment, freed up to love Love and to love each other. In this there is a permanent evolution of the human, a permanent actualisation into newer, greater forms of life, being stronger, having expanding intelligence and greater sensitivity to enjoy God as Love forever.

I want to suggest that this cooperative endeavour involves human effort to realise the Kingdom through their own societies. This suggestion is anathema to conservatives but also worries the generality of Christians. The problem is that it would seem to suggest a constriction upon God’s freedom to be what He will be. Mainstream Protestantism tends toward fideism, to proceed by faith alone and without necessarily having to understand. There is an eschewal of natural theology, certainly philosophy and its natural scientific children trying to interfere with working out the meaning of the faith. This seems to the fideist to be human beings trying to rationalise God, to confine Him in their concepts and sidestep the demands of revelation and faith.

This is a valid and important point and one that should encourage anyone employing any human discipline in trying to render faith intelligible, to proceed with caution.  Nevertheless philosophy has been employed in the construction of central Christian doctrines since the earliest days of the post Apostolic Church. Plato was regarded as a proto-Christian, a Christian before Christ, and scripture is replete with references to the importance of the Sophia, wisdom, in getting to know the God who longs to be known. Wisdom certainly begins with fear of the Lord which can easily be understood in terms of giving faithful deference to revelation; an approach to God by faith alone. As Tertullian famously put it ‘what has Athens to do with Jerusalem’. But wisdom beginning there should not necessarily end there and as the old dictum fides quarens intellectum suggests there is no hubris in starting with faith and proceeding to try and understand that faith better thereafter. 

Human beings establish their first civilisations in the light that is cast by the Beautiful life on the meaning of what is good and true. They had known the sweet pressure of Being upon their own hearts to respond to it by articulating it somehow in the world. And this they do through their spiritual, religious, theological, philosophical and aesthetic thinking, and later in their law, constitution, politics and the just management of the resources of the Polis.

The frequent conservative Christian idea that outside Christian culture these meanings are too fallen to become any contribution to understanding the way to God is challenged by a radical interpretation of the meaning of the incarnation, the Logos (the Word, or the spoken mind of God), become a human being. For the Logos as that through which all creation happens can be understood as the underlying rational-sensitivity, the poetic-divine rational-substance of all material reality, manifesting especially in the human soul and including that of other civilisations and their articulation of wisdom. The reconciliation wrought by Christ’s sacrifice points to a redemption in eternity that is applied, therefore, to all human society, all about in space, retrospectively and into the future. That is to say, where human beings endeavour to establish a meaning of Being, even outside of Christian culture, this is sanctified; it is to be taken seriously as possibly telling us something real about God and his salvation.

What is more this may also imply the sanctification of the whole effort of making the ideal notions of Goodness and Truth objective in things like the law and morality and notion of origin and purpose, objective in a human society. The way to God’s salvation in the Kingdom must also include political and economic components as these make concrete sense of the theological meaning of the faith of Jesus Christ’s preaching of the Kingdom that is here and is to come. Those components are not things brought permanently and centrally to stand as part of the faith, like revelatory articles. They are modes of interpretation, making concrete, in a particular time and place, what revelation has to say about the eternal relation between God in Christ and humanity.

 What this in turn must mean is that the Church’s pursuit and preaching of God in Christ must begin to have a responsible idea of what the Kingdom would mean here and now in the above terms, even if the solution should need constant re-evaluation and interpretation at later junctures. And that means that theologians must also have a care to say what the Christian form of management of political and economic life in the Kingdom might look like. This would not be definitive, of course, and they would always be careful to say that. It is rather an attempt to say what Live in the world would look like in terms of the organisation of society and the just distribution of resources. And again this would not be to form some political party – heaven forbid! – but to set over the reality of how things are, how they might otherwise be, and to encourage national leaders more in the direction of the Kingdom on earth as it is in heaven.

Finally, if we take the incarnation seriously to the extent that I have suggested, understanding that humanity participates in the business of making the circumstances in which salvation is realised, by approximating their own societies to the ideal model of the Kingdom of God, this also means that societies have the freedom to move in a different and, in these terms, destructive direction. And so I will suggest that though there are many important things that positively contribute to human liberation in contemporary western liberalism, I also consider that at the extreme end of market capitalism, which constitutes the way western modernity has been making its living now for over 40 years, there have formed significant cultural models, shaping the psychology of the west, in a way injurious to a proper understanding of the Spiritual generally let alone Christianity. This essay is going to try to give an account of this and to encourage the Church to take greater notice of these things. It could be said, and I would not be the first to say it, that the Church in the west in all its denominations, has been too casual in its tolerance of capitalism in its rawest aspects and has certainly had never been heard to advocate a fundamental political and economic  transformation because hitherto it has not considered this a part of its business. Liberation theologians have, of course, has things to say about this as priests working in communities in South America, under the cosh of, and made impoverished by, oppressive regimes have that were being sponsored by capitalist governments in order to safeguard private enterprises and private capital generally in those countries. Individualist, internalised Spirituality is of no threat to Capitalism, it never seriously challenges it, and since an institution like the Church of England is overwhelming middle class it would not take much to suggest that the reason why the Church fails to constitute such a challenge is that its members are too comfortable within capitalism to see it as a problem. This is no conscious quietism, but is simply like the men who never understood why women objected to certain ways they were treated because it was never a problem for them.   

Passion Sunday,Lent 5,Ezekiel 37,1-14,Romans 8,6-11,John 11,1-45. Drop, Drop Slow Tears. An address by Stephen Harris.

It is well documented that we all experience external things in a different way. Your blue isn’t my blue; your Marmite (yum) isn’t my Marmite (yeuk). So here is a question – how do we see Jesus?

In Lent the intensity with which we observe Jesus is ratcheted up as we follow his path to the Cross. We have an intense Gospel passage today. Paul is equally powerful and succinct. As for Ezekiel I feel sure that you are allowed a stately progress round your living room to the sound of ‘them dry bones hearing the word of the Lord’.

In the Gospels, then, how do we see today’s protagonists. Perhaps Thomas, who offers the only light relief today (basically ‘we’re doomed’) is an easy one. I see him as a cross between Private Fraser, Eyeore and Marvin the Paranoid Android. You may wish to differ.

And Jesus? Do we see a quietly calm nobility, do we see a divine revolutionary, do we see a humble peacemaker- a teacher, preacher, healer, revealer, victim, pilgrim, redeemer, king- just like the plum stone rhyme, tinker, tailor etc.? Do we see all these and more?

Yet how often, in our mind’s eye do we see our Lord in tears? Which brings me to my text,  verse 35 of our Gospel; ‘Jesus wept’. Leaving aside the likelihood that this is probably, in exasperation, the most commonly repeated Bible verse in this country we surely are a little surprised. If we cast our minds back we recall that Isaiah prophesied a Messiah who would be ‘a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief’ but I suspect our day to day Lamb of God is a man in control.

In one way of looking here is a test of authenticity. You or I might have written of a calm figure who stands above the misery that follows from a good man taken before his time. John says that Jesus was ‘greatly disturbed in spirit’.We can explain this away, as some commentaries do, but isn’t there comfort in the image of the Son of God distressed by the death of his friend? Is Jesus now more someone we can talk to through our tears.

And we will weep. These are times for tears of all kinds. At the very least we weep tears of frustration-our lives locked down. Maybe you have had your wedding cancelled. Maybe I miss a walk on Snettisham beach. Maybe our hospital is sadly under-resourced, its staff exhausted.

Then to tears of isolation and tears of separation. How we long to sit our grandchildren on our knee, to hug mother or grandma, to hold the hand of a friend who is dear. You will be reading this on a Sunday when you long to be in a congregation that holds you close. Peace be with you.

We weep.

And, at a level more bitter and profound, over our anxiety about what the future holds, for our welfare, our prosperity, the fabric of our culture, for the peril visited on those we know to be vulnerable;

We weep.

And, harshest of all, some will cry the saltiest, most inconsolable tears as their loved ones die alone. What then do we do? It’s not for me to tell anyone how they should react in a time of pandemic, even suggestions would be an insult to the depths of fortitude people are finding. But there is a hint in today’s Gospel where we have a contrast between the crowd gathered in Martha and Mary’s house and Jesus. The crowd’s tears were aimless. I too have been aimless-switching from BBC News to Channel 4 to Sky then repeating the cycle again. You too may have nursed a glass of wine and said how awful it all is.

Jesus was not aimless. He had the the power to raise the dead-we can’t do that but we do have the power to influence events. As an example;the world is full of hatchets that need to be buried at this time. Setting aside past slights brings the Divine more into our human lives. And we are blessed with the fruits of the spirit- love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Now is the time to work from this list, and we are seeing evidence all around us-what can I do, who can I support, who can I encourage, who can I console?

And let’s also be constant in prayer so that, as with Jesus outside his friend’s empty tomb, we can say ‘Father I thank you for having heard me’.

Amen        

Shall Corona Virus teach us to be a society again?

Every society needs a kick up the butt every now and then. In historical terms my world and that of the previous generation has been relatively calm. Our society has not been subject to a major war, that has affected the mass of the civilian population, for nearly 80 years. We have been clouted by the occasional economic disaster and that has certainly brought misery to many people. But what our society has not had has been a crisis large enough to get us to change our behaviour; until now. Is this our ’kick up the butt?’

For nearly 40 years the United Kingdom, and all the liberal countries of what is called the Western world, have been encouraged toward a particular kind of self interestness. Since the 1980s the British have been told that there is no such thing as society; they have been encouraged through popular culture to believe that the way to prosperity is through individualistic self interested competition and they have had their public and private lives flooded with all manner of commercial, consumer enticements. Modern advertising has been responsible for an unparalleled peddling of propagandist and utopian pictures of happy lives that will be ours if we are to buy ’this product’. In an environment of religious decline heaven has been rebranded as something only obtainable through stocking up of large quantities of private property.

Certainly by comparison with even our grandparents lives, commercial advertising has saturated our environment: it is present on television and radio, cinema, computer, tablet and telephone. It surrounds us in the morning, on the billboards as we drive to work, on radio and television and tablet on the way home, in the evening watching TV or Youtube, and with phones by the side of the bed and with people on social media till the early hours, it is there in the night as well. We have got so used to it that we no longer wonder at what effect it might be having on us. The presentation of a myriad of images showing lives which are better than ours, causing us to – in the saying – ‘compare and despair’, continue to undermine our contentment with what we have and they ’write’ within us an apparent ‘need’ to have something else, something more, something newer and prettier.

Let’s be clear about this. Our world has come to depend on this sort of individualism. People are not wholly and solely selfish and self orientated, thanks be to a God given sense of humanity and moral sensitivity. And thankfully, the commercial messages are not the only ones in our society. There are still such things as churches, people are still taught good behaviour at home and school and there are enough people who are icons of upright, brave and honourable behaviour that we can follow. Nevertheless there are also, as is well known, plenty of celebrities who are not like that. And the propaganda of the sales executives are still some of the most dominant and ringing in our ears and hearts day and night. 

The reason for this is that our world has come to depend upon people being reduced to a common denominator of adolescent disinhibition so that they will shop compulsively, for needed goods certainly, but also for recreation, therapy: to relieve discontent, depressive feelings and in hope of happiness. With money burning a hole in the pocket we are to have little self control, or rather whilst our moral self realises that we must have self control for all manner of reasons, yet the skill of the commercial advertiser lies in breaking that down.

The western way of life depends upon the cultivation of an attitude of needing more and to accumulate as much as possible regardless of what other people have. And so there is a notion of heaven that is bred into our society and which lies in the capacity for enormous levels of property accumulation. It is the picture of the individual that becomes so rich they are liberated from all the things and relationships they have with other people that are wearisome, annoying, depressing and tiresome: in work particularly. They are, in this fantasy, no longer having to contend with such things as people who descend like locusts onto shop shelves at times of crisis. When one is rich one can make one’s own arrangements. 

This is a vision of being liberated from those neighbours from hell; bullying bosses; miserable, badly wallpapered and peeling walls, and the smell of factories; in fact all that seem thep most spiritually draining aspects of our life in the world of things and other human beings. It is realised from quite early on life that all this might be facilitated through the sudden accumulation of large amounts of money which give people the opportunity to buy a beautiful house in a beautiful place far away from everybody else. Once they’ve won the lottery, or whatever, their whole lifestyle can be dedicated to keeping the rest of the world out. All of this has to be an encouragement not to think too hard about the lot of your neighbour.

There is a type of person in our society that now makes up a huge, perhaps the majority of people. They are not bad or horrible people, they are the sort of people who ‘keep to themselves ‘. The sort of people who may be very sociable with regard to their own private circle of friends; they work hard, they keep the law and they bring up their children well. But they don’t have a great deal to do with the rest of the community in which they live, as though state of the community or the health of the way the community functions has nothing to do with them. Likewise the only time such people have had anything to do with the church and somebody like myself is when they have needed something and usually because there had been a funeral in the family. 

When I have met such people they have been, in the main, perfectly nice. But they have never been encouraged, or habituated by anybody or anything, toward a sense of obligation to the rest of the community or society. They have grown up in a general societal atmosphere in which your only obligation is to yourself and your own prosperity, and eventually that of your family. 

Where God once touched.

The loveliest dreamscapes woven by an infants fingers play worlds into being, somewhat true in place of voids, and makes happen hope’s horizon  giving strength to weak men  whilst thinkers grasping at the transcendent fail.

Little, silly infant: he frolics in the dear inestimable mystery and sees into objects of sense so ordinary and so lovely, making enigmatic pictures older than confessions, but which such nonsense must live to remind greater minds that notions like God and Spirit and soul, are making words to say the unstayable hands to touch, neigh grasp the untouchable, that all this happen to bring into now, to mundane, poor moment, all that was and is and is to come.

Not a deliberate idolatry, the Churchman’s pretensions,  to gainsay the child’s own hallowed sweet night  and draw its gardens and castles and stars  into its own stolid sense. Though it may still betray it if it knows not its own tendency to hubris. But what else is there? Religion is a poor and dogeared thing, a verbal self deception  speaking of God to sidestep God, and the theologian and the philosopher’s words, such a cornucopia of complexifying signs, are a great contribution. Language gloriously spinning out its self love, in enigmatic unintelligibility,   floating over the head of common faith  lighting him little and telling her less.

But still, but still. The night cometh quickly and it is most dark, I am fearful and wanting of comfort, and even if its ordered sterilisation of charisma,  metered music and ritualised neutering, be so wretched,  yet this bequeathment to our oh so dry, techno-dry, quotidian days, is a body made of God’s bleeding flesh,  and the incomprehensible confidence of many a martyrs’ sacrifice. So tis at least some poor, last refuge.

Yet sometimes still,  when the many words go quiet, as I hold my little hands out, I receive without even asking, an old sweet sense to transfigure the moment, so familiar and thanks be, it has not gone: the inspired infants foolishness so magnificent has again made beautiful life’s little day.

Mothering Sunday,Lent 4 Ephesians 5, 8- An address by Steve Harris.

  • 14;John 9 1-41 ‘For once you were in darkness but now in the Lord you are light.Live as children of light.’First;an apology of sorts,we have become used to our Mothering Sunday readings-Moses in the bullrushes,Samuel dedicated to the temple by his mother and the tragic love of Mary,Mother of God.Today though I have stuck to the readings for the 4th Sunday of Lent and we have a tale of a blind man being healed on the Sabbath,the reaction of the Pharisees,the almost comedy turn of the formerly blind man as he wrongfoots them and the compassion of Jesus.As always in John’s Gospel it is a sign but what is it a sign of on Mothering Sunday?
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  • First the joke:A missionary was walking through the savannah when he came to a clearing. In the clearing was a huge,and very hungry, lion. The missionary knew that he couldn’t run away so he did the only thing he could think of-he knelt to pray.’Dear Lord’ he said ‘this is all a bit difficult but I know you always answer prayer. Please could you make this lion a Christian and then he won’t eat me’.Instantly the lion’s expression changed;a gentle smile came onto his face and he too knelt in prayer. He began ‘For what we are about to receive……. which neatly brings me on to my theme,which isn’t prayer,or missionaries in difficulty but cats.
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  • Has anyone here had a cat who’s had kittens. If you have you will know that they are born blind and totally dependent on their mothers.In our Gospel a man is born blind. He too was totally dependent,first on his parents then as someone whose only hope of an income was from begging. And,perfectly reasonably,the disciples ask who sinned. Was it sin inherited from his Mum and Dad that caused this awful retribution or was he just born bad?Jesus tells them,as he tells us in similar circumstances,that such talk is nonsense-hidden in his disability is a revelation of divine love.Everyone here,everyone ever born,was born helpless. Not blind maybe but not far off. We all owe a debt to our mothers and it is that debt we have come to celebrate today. Our mothers cured us of our helplessness and every year on this Sunday we bring to mind the qualities that motherhood draws on. 
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  • Two minutes thought has brought to mind that mothers are mothers are  gentle, firm, forgiving, patient, protective, inspirational, determined, capable, supportive, tender – they worry for England. They endure pain and heartache on our behalf, and they never stop moving and doing. We could go on but this is a fair revelation of maternal love.Yet what about today’s revelation of divine love; first of all the poor man isn’t judged to be sinful. The disciples were prepared to judge him,the Pharisees judge him three times-once for being blind,once for being healed on the Sabbath and once again for poking fun at them. And if that makes us feel smug;a similar helplessness,that of the newborn has been judged throughout history as sin. Sorry St Augustine but the doctrine of original sin is a little harsh.Jesus will have none of this-he heals him.
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  • Our mothers don’t conquer our helplessness with complicated learning-as far as I know there is no PhD in motherhood,they do it through ordinary everyday stuff.And Jesus cured the blind man not after an eighteen month catechism,but with mud and spit.And he heals us too. We are born blind. Jesus says ‘If you were born blind you would not have sin’.Without help that spiritual blindness would afflict us for all our lives. Ofcourse our mothers and fathers should teach us right and wrong. But not all do and most leave gaps so that breaking the law is just a matter of weighing up risk against reward.So it was with the Pharisees’ suffocating list of do’s and don’ts. We have the law of love. We have the example of Jesus,we have the teaching of the Gospels and ,in our spiritual infancy,we have the mother Church to bring us up in the faith. Yet,and there’s a big yet,when our eyes are opened and our blindness gone we know sin for what it is. With sight comes vigilance.And,when the blind man could see for the first time what do we suppose struck him first-perhaps how very bright the world was?
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  • Do you recall your first memory,no doubt with mother standing by,can you feel the light still from those far off days.Paul talks to us this morning about light;the quote we started with ‘For once you weredarkness but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light-for the fruit of the light is all that is good and right and true’.
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  • On this day when we hold our children close we need to remember that in the eyes of God we are children,children of light.But what about those cats?After kittens are grown their mother doesn’t seem to want anything to do with them.Yet have you heard a cat’s pitiful cry?My mother would say that she was crying for her kittens.’As a cat cries for her kittens we cry for what we’ve lost,For the pain that still remains,for the unseasonal frost’.
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  • We do go now to the Mothering Sunday Gospel from Luke ‘Simon blessed them and said to his mother Mary”This child is destined for the falling and rising of many in Israel and to be a sign that will be opposed-and a sword will pierce your own soul too”.
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  • Many a mother has cried.And those children walking home through the lanes all those years ago,in that light ofour imagining,would not have been all unscarred. They will have lost parents,friends,happy times. They talk to us from the past and remind us that Mothering Sunday is a day to bring all things to mind.
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  • So;if today you can see your mother give her flowers-tell her you love her.If not face to face then ring her,skype,facetime,whatever and tell her you love her. If you are estranged can you be reconciled while there is time. And if only the Good Lord sees her now talk to her on your knees-and tell her you love her.And as the springtime light increases give thanks that,by the love of Jesus and our mother the Church,we are no longer blind but can,with joy,walk in the light of the world.
  • Amen.

Where God is

We are used to saying that in the midst of this panic and threat, God is in the carers, the doctors and nurses; all the people who through their skill and dedication hold everything together even in these times. This is completely true and all necessary to say but for a moment I want to come at things from a slightly different angle.

The bizarre character of the Christian Faith is no better demonstrated than in the places that it looks to locate its God. Where the present popular understanding may be that you seek for the divine or some support from supernatural powers in the elevated states of meditative consciousness, perhaps transcendental meditation, or in esoteric knowledge, strange incantations and otherworldly, shamanic trances – Christianity points to an criminal execution in first century Palestine. The implication is that God is found with those in the most wretched poverty and distress and even suffering the penal wrath of society; imprisoned or especially in line for execution. 

Let us be clear, there is a sense, a further implication of all this is that God is with those who live in the shadows, in the places most of us would dare not go, whether they are guilty or not; whether they are particularly pleasant or not. The ease with which we manifest sympathy for those who are wrongly arrested, or hard working yet poor, or dignified, pious and yet poor and so on, often cannot extend to the definitely miscreant amongst us. But there is an important sense in which God is, in an especial way, in those places and people as well, in the places of hateful criminality and perverse sociopathology. This is one of the things that make Christianity not just difficult but something placing a monstrously counter-intuitive and profoundly difficult weight of responsibility on the shoulders of the Christian.

Where a society has those who are poor and marginalised, because they have been unambitious, lazy and stupid; where there are anti social characters imprisoned and deserving of their punishment, this is not to be accepted as though there are some people who are simply bad, with the implication that we are good. The people involved are not to be forgotten or disregarded especially when they are in trouble. And God, let me stress, God and salvation, is mostly there, in those places that the ‘good’ rarely venture to go. 

In the time before the reformation this was much clearer and whilst we should never romanticise the Middle Ages it was true to say that it was often considered a boon to the rich man to encounter a poor and wretched individual, in that it was an opportunity to move closer to salvation by showing kindness to such a one. A man or women moved over closer to reconciliation with God in this way. It was an opportunity for the wealthy man or women to demonstrate Christlike grace and mercy, perhaps largess, and thereby be prepared when Christ says:

35 for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; 36 I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? 38 When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? 39 Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ 40 And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

Matthew 24Matthew 26

Matthew 25:35-40 New King James Version (NKJV)

But clearly there is a wider issue pointed at in the torture and thoughtless and easy disposal of a man in first century Palestine; reduction of a human being to refuse. There is a wider point to make about the place in which God dwells in the world. He is with the rubbish filth children playing in the muddy puddles of a shanty town. He is with the easily missed  and overlooked people in the dark and fearful places; the frightening and dangerous places; the lonely and tearful places; the places containing souls that cry out day and night from the heart for someone to comfort them and save them. God also is crushed and weeping, is broken, unremembered, ignored and dismissed as a social irritant. And so for the people in those situations it is right to say that though God be omnipresent, yet: ‘God in Christ is especially with you, is you there’.

Where are you that read this? Are you one of the troubled and lonely? Do you live with the cold fingers of constant worry for yourself and others closing around your heart? 

There have been few circumstances as disturbing as those in which we find ourselves in today. This virus has turned the life of our society inside out and only the oldest can remember a situation like it, ie, during the last war. It seems grim for all of us but much more so for some than others. Are you already ill, in mind or body? God in Jesus is in solidarity with you. Are you alone and frightened? God is with you. Are you weak and terrified and wondering if this thing might take you? God is certainly with you. God’s love is for all humanity but if it is possible to say that God comes into time and space and is locatable, he will be found most particularly with you; not with the wealthy and powerful for they can look after themselves, but with you who are poor, you who weep, you who are cut off from loved ones and perhaps even don’t have anyone. 

God is with you now, he will be with you tomorrow and for ever, you are not alone. And of course it must always be remembered that God is there in the extraordinary effort of generosity, kindness and thoughtfulness of ordinary people who organise to help those who are vulnerable. He is with those who are caring for the sick and going above and beyond in order to support the unwell. He is with and in our hope; our love; our prayers.

Pray if you can, but remember that you can pray in any way that suits you: Just say ‘God help me!’, even simply ‘God’, ‘God’. As former archbishop, Rowan Williams, once said, the most authentic prayer is the fearful crying of the child at night. 

Try not to be afraid, though I understand, and I know God understands, if you are. Whatever will come of this try to remember one basic truth that belongs to us as believers in the God of our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus told us and showed us that God so loved the world that he went into the darkest and most fearful corners of the created order to rescue the ones who live in darkness and under the shadow of death. He went into death itself and more, he went to the furthest distance and alienation, that a man or woman can go to, from God. He has been there in the most terrifying gloom and hopeless aloneness that a soul can know: and he overcame it.

Believe it it not we are in Lent. I imagine that many have forgotten this in the chaos. We are moving toward the time when we remember the cross: the cruel and heinous persecution, torture and execution of God. And thus this is the time when Christians locate their God, first of all, not in Church windows, ritual music and prayer, but in the filth of a Roman prison cell, an excoriation and torture and execution. And as this virus roles on, and eventually goes away – because it will, it will go away – let us remember that God is with us in our darkness and especially with the most fearful, isolated, ignored and smallest people in our society.   

This once upon a land

There is a shadow over this land, a memory that hangs like the mist on an autumn morning, over the fields and between the trees. The silver gold beams break through and disperse its rising and sometimes they settle upon an almost departed shape settled deep heavy weight in the soft ground at the heart of our living spaces.                            
It shows up damp ancient moss green and brown grey broken stones and symbols and inscribed words, our forebears buried bones, some in the walls; a nave and tower and vane and clock.   
The school run mums have just all marched past with barely a glance back.

And sometimes, just sometimes, it sounds a quiet echo of voices: of great, great grandmothers and fathers kneeling, praying; strange coats and hats and different yet so much the same: our blood. Praying hearts that  haunt the imagination of their children in every village and town in this land.

This still stone, still watching form, looks over its people now as ever did,  over their coming and going and coming and going;  over their gossiping: of babies and other mothers faults; over their crying and striving and living and dying.            
It watches still in the night, over insomniac pacing and infants waking, over raised voices and the dreaming rest of drilled and administered bodies. 

You can just about hear their voice if you stop for one moment to listen, if you take a break from searching for the keys and gulping the tea and rushing out the door to join the effort and strain of the great managed, frenetic, order. They quietly tell of another shape of what was once and once was so obvious; what was true and taken as read,  and perhaps a little of the names that once lived within.

The church buildings punctuate the landscape, they are the first thing that you see of an English village when you emerge from a wooded hill.   The bells still ring, the words are still said, but the people hear not.                
The people of this land have a sense, know there be some, something background to their own noisy days, a whispering tale of ancestral feeling, of how faithful and godly your parents were. 
But we…well we might try but just cannot hear,                  
we cannot hear as they did hear, we do not know what they once knew and felt and smelt. 
                         
We hear the mechanic hours of turning wheels announcing the time to start and the time to go home. We hear the rhythm of engines that do not know how to stop and could not suffer the silence that would follow if they did.
The people of this land hear, know only what they think was said, and felt and smelt: all dirty drains; blackened, missing teeth; unwashed bodies and human waste thrown from a window; a time of wretched ignorance and simple stories.

The prettiest myths in refracted light take on shape in Sunday’s soft and unchallenging dramas. It comforts you to hear tell of communities where everybody knows everybody else, everybody supports everybody else and there is no loneliness and no longer any fear. 
       
But the best intuition is the one that feels, that knows that it does not know, and there are some as walk or stride purposefully past the enigmatic, mediaeval, English perpendicular structures, on their way to take up their position,  on their way to take their place in the repetitious, revolving wheels of input and output –     
some who, at least for a moment, wonder at whether there be some connection between enigmatic still small voice in stone, and the sweet, once upon a land time out of mind.

Some scriptures for comfort and a sermon: Why we should not be too afraid of the lurgy!

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I am coming to you.’  (John 14.27).

On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd behind, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other boats were with him. A great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. He said to them, “Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?” And they were filled with great awe and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?” (Mark 4. 35-41).

Immediately he made his disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side, to Bethsaida, while he dismissed the crowd. After saying farewell to them, he went up on the mountain to pray.

When evening came, the boat was out on the sea, and he was alone on the land. When he saw that they were straining at the oars against an adverse wind, he came towards them early in the morning, walking on the sea. He intended to pass them by. But when they saw him walking on the sea, they thought it was a ghost and cried out; for they all saw him and were terrified. But immediately he spoke to them and said, “Take heart, it is I; do not be

afraid.” Then he got into the boat with them and the wind ceased. And they were utterly astounded, for they did not understand about the loaves, but their hearts were hardened.

Healing the Sick in Gennesaret

When they had crossed over, they came to land at Gennesaret and moored the boat. When they got out of the boat, people at once recognized him, and rushed about that whole region and began to bring the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he went, into villages or cities or farms, they laid the sick in the marketplaces, and begged him that they might touch even the fringe of his cloak; and all who touched it were healed. (Mark 6.45-end).

Jesus Heals the Gerasene Demoniac

Then they arrived at the country of the Gerasenes, which is opposite Galilee. As he stepped out on land, a man of the city who had demons met him. For a long time he had worn no clothes, and he did not live in a house but in the tombs. When he saw Jesus, he fell down before him and shouted at the top of his voice, “What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, do not torment me”— for Jesus had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. (For many times it had seized him; he was kept under guard and bound with chains and shackles, but he would break the bonds and be driven by the demon into the wilds.) Jesus then asked him, “What is your name?” He said, “Legion”; for many demons had entered him. They begged him not to order them to go back into the abyss.

Now there on the hillside a large herd of swine was feeding; and the demons begged Jesus to let them enter these. So he gave them permission. Then the demons came out of the man and entered the swine, and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and was drowned.

When the swineherds saw what had happened, they ran off and told it in the city and in the country. Then people came out to see what had happened, and when they came to Jesus, they found the man from whom the demons had gone sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind. And they were afraid. Those who had seen it told them how the one who had been possessed by demons had been healed. Then all the people of the surrounding country of the Gerasenes asked Jesus to leave them; for they were seized with great fear. So he got into the boat and returned. The man from whom the demons had gone begged that he might be with him; but Jesus sent him away, saying, “Return to your home, and declare how much God has done for you.” So he went away, proclaiming throughout the city how much Jesus had done for him.

A Girl Restored to Life and a Woman Healed

Now when Jesus returned, the crowd welcomed him, for they were all waiting for him. Just then there came a man named Jairus, a leader of the synagogue. He fell at Jesus’ feet and begged him to come to his house, for he had an only daughter, about twelve years old, who was dying.

As he went, the crowds pressed in on him. Now there was a woman who had been suffering from hemorrhages for twelve years; and though she had spent all she had on physicians, no one could cure her. She came up behind him and touched the fringe of his clothes, and immediately her hemorrhage stopped. Then Jesus asked, “Who touched me?” When all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the crowds surround you and press in on you.” But Jesus said, “Someone touched me; for I noticed that power had gone out from me.” When the woman saw that she could not remain hidden, she came trembling; and falling down before him, she declared in the presence of all the people why she had touched him, and how she had been immediately healed. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”

While he was still speaking, someone came from the leader’s house to say, “Your daughter is dead; do not trouble the teacher any longer.” When Jesus heard this, he replied, “Do not fear. Only believe, and she will be saved.” When he came to the house, he did not allow anyone to enter with him, except Peter, John, and James, and the child’s father and mother. They were all weeping and wailing for her; but he said, “Do not weep; for she is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. But he took her by the hand and called out, “Child, get up!” Her spirit returned, and she got up at once. Then he directed them to give her something to eat. Her parents were astounded; but he ordered them to tell no one what had happened. (Luke 8.40-end).

The admonitions of Jesus not to be afraid are no glib assertions. They are made against the background of a time and place of extreme distress. First century Palestine was a time of disease, terrible poverty, hideous levels of violence, and all this on a scale of regularity that the modern liberal west can hardly conceive. We are, today, faced with something that is frightening at least in part because it is so exceptional. In our contemporary environment we are simply not used to dealing with eruptions of nature of this kind. It is our general sense that we have left these things a long way behind us. These are the sorts of things our ancestors had to deal with and speaking for myself I have grown up with a fairly snug, safe and warm sense that in our time and in our part of the world there is no longer any need to be frightened of such things as waves of disease flooding over whole communities.

It has to be said that popular culture perhaps has not prepared us too well for a moment like the one we are facing now. Scarifying films about impending apocalypse or dystopian futures coming off the back of social break-down have been the meat and drink of cinema since at least the late 60’s. Back then there seemed to be starting a kind of shadow of discomfort that followed rich, powerful western liberalism around. For the first time in the history of human civilisation there were millions of very ordinary people that were not only lifted out of poverty, but dwelling within a standard  of living that meant there was no longer any fear of not knowing where the next meal is coming from, or whether they will have a bed to sleep in at night, and it was beginning to worry us. There was the very real threat of nuclear war, of course, but sometimes there seemed to be just a kind of doom laden sense that something terrible was bound to happen even if it wasn’t a Soviet missile attack.

Nowadays we generally have the comfort of being able to worry about whether or not we possess the latest frivolous consumerables. Increasingly we are well off enough just to have to concern ourselves with whether we have the latest games or entertainments, phones and iPads etc. But as a society, as that popular apocalyptic film and book culture testifies, we seem to have been terrifying ourselves that this will all come to an cataclysmic end by the hand of some fearful and wrathful storm-god, for some time. We have worried about whether it could possibly last.

I have tried, only intermittently successfully, to remember to thank God as often as I could that I have never been hungry or homeless and that I enjoy not only the fulfilment of my basic needs but are happy and even entertained way beyond them. As well as possessing my material fill, if I am sick I have a magnificent health service; I am protected and made safe by police and fire services, and there are various other social services that surround me with systems for my protection, health and general safety. What a distance we are from the insecure, often violent and disaster strewn the lives of our ancestors. And I think this is what God wants. He wants us to be well endowed, happy and unafraid. 

The God of Jesus Christ, who was notoriously moaned about by puritanical clerics for spending  too much time eating and drinking with friends, would want that we could all live in the land of plenty. I’m quite sure it was what God has intended for all humanity from before creation. God does not want us to be afraid for our lives, cowed by disease and poverty and the evidences for this, especially in our time and in our part of the world, are legion. My hope and prayer is that as the years go by humanity is given, not only the technology to house, feed and cloth every man, woman and child on the planet, because that already exists, but that we learn to use these vast, productive recourses we now have justly, equitably and responsibly. Our spiritual and moral sense has yet to catch up with our technical, scientific abilities.

It interests me, though, that so many people have always worried that that there would be something like the arrival of Covid 19 as though like some avenging death angel to cow us for all our hubris and overreaching, and have expressed that worry in book and film etc. It interests me how popular such stories about such scenarios have been. Maybe, it suggests a sense that in the course of our progression to such a standard of living there have been things that the rich west has done which make us feel guilty and now we are waiting for some sort of punishment. Well, our society should feel some guilt about some of the things we have done along the road to affluence. We have hurt others, robbed and killed them. Even in our own society we have thought and acted selfishly; we have not helped the stranger, the refugee, the poor people in our own midst. All we tended to do has been to worry about how well healed we are, how well our career is going and how much we have. If we feel some guilt for all that then it is appropriate; we should repent, turn our lives around and strive to live for God, or if you prefer, for Love – since God is Love. We should turn from self-centredness to Love-centredness; we should turn around our lives and live for Love and for each other instead. 

But it also seems to indicate something of what humanity feels about God’s attitude to the world, or if you prefer the universe’s attitude toward us. It is as though God simply does not want us to be so happy and well cosseted; secure and unafraid. Look, God does not condem the world, he wants to save it (John 3).  But there has always been this darkness in the human soul that thinks of itself as being deserving of violent punishment. This is rooted in a guilt we all have about the times when even by our own standards we have fallen short. That is all mixed together with socially engendered notions of what we should have done and should have been. It is mashed up with the times we have felt humiliated and told we were stupid, hateful, bad and ugly by other people. We bury these terrible hurts deep down inside and they are overlaid by more superficial layers of everyday consciousness that we might simply be able to get on with things, though some of us are better than others at such self denial. Some of us become ill, suffer personality disorders and other horrible mental ailments. I suffer from depression, anxiety and obsessive, compulsive disorder. But sometimes as a society we batten down the sense of self loathing and inadequacy individually and collectively, but still need to release the dark violent energy this produces. And so we go to look for others to be our guilty, disgusting selves for us, instead of us.  The stranger, the odd ball, the criminal, the ‘pervert’: these become hated not only for their sin but are loaded up with ours as well and if we can hurt and punish and even send some of them to their death then this will be therapy for us. It will act as a release and a channel for the expulsion of black-bile energies.

Let us be clear, the sacrifice of God is a broken spirit, a man or woman that regrets what they should regret, repents and starts again to try to follow the God of Love in Jesus Christ. God in Christ became our scapegoat, offering himself to be the one we poured out our violence upon, but being assaulted he did not give like for like.  

Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you should follow in his steps.

“He committed no sin,

and no deceit was found in his mouth.”

When he was abused, he did not return abuse; when he suffered, he did not threaten; but he entrusted himself to the one who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that, free from sins, we might live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. 

 (see 1Peter 2:21-24).  

The point is that God in Christ stands and absorbs our self loathing violence; our hurt and our terror. We flail and punch and kick and spit, pouring out our self hatred on Him.  But all that we have in return is a Love that forgives, waits and offers itself for us still. It says: ‘when you are finished and exhausted, come to me and rest’. Look, God is not interested in visiting punishment, death and fear upon us; he offers Himself as Love instead of some dreadful, divine retribution. 

God would not have us live in fear and penury. Rather quite the opposite. Jesus talked a great deal about feasts to come, images of plenty adorn his preaching on the Kingdom of God and until these days all we have had to envisage such a state has been our imaginations.  Now we have started to see this dream coming to pass in our post-war society of plenty. The God of Jesus Christ is the one that led his people from slavery to freedom in a land flowing with milk and honey. The God of Jesus Christ was even said to have oversupplied a wedding feast in Cana, this God does not skimp and he does not hate or resent us because we are safe, happy and well supplied; this is the happy state that He is moving creation toward. 

I am frightened of this disease-thing coming toward us as I know many of you are. But do not be mistaken, God wants us to come through this and conquer it, and we will. God has graced humanity with the most powerful technologies for dealing with this; humanity is more geared up for dealing with this than it has ever been and is already making considerable forward movement on vaccines and antivirals. God would not have you be afraid. But for the moment he would have you wait and pray to him and let a Him enter your life to help and strengthen you. I pray that you all come to know him, that your fears are allayed and you all find the ‘peace beyond all understanding’ at this difficult time.  

Prayer for a Pandemic

May we who are inconvenienced remember those whose lives are at stake.

May we who have no risk factors remember those most vulnerable.

May we who have the luxury of working from home remember those who must choose between preserving their health or making their rent.

May we who have the flexibility to care for our children when their schools close remember those who have no options.

May we who have to cancel our trips remember those who have no safe place to go.

May we who are losing our margin money in the tumult of the economic market remember those who have no margin at all.

May we who settle in for quarantine at home remember those who have no home.

As fear grips our country, let us choose love.

During this time when we cannot physically wrap our arms around each other, let us find ways to be the loving embrace
of God to our neighbours. Amen

With thanks to St Jospeh’s Missionary Society for publishing this prayer.