Monday, 30 June 2008

My response to GAFCON.

Is to write a review of the restaurant we went to for dinner tonight. Well, Sydney Smith, Canon, wit and Whig would have done. All my recent blogs have been rather religion fixated and that is never good.
We went to the Wheelhouse. Which is up by the Falkirk Wheel. Logically enough. I've been there a few times for lunch, inspired by a good review in the Daily Record (I don't buy it honest - it's my mum!) by Tam Cowan, football pundit, Motherwell supporter (St Jude, pray for them), wit and gourmand (or fat bees, as they are known in Motherwell). I've always enjoyed the food there, but to be honest, I've always found the service has let them down. I thought it was a case of more of the same tonight when the waitress took us the long way round to our table. But it turned out my initial impression was wrong, as she had simply realised that our table was a bit near a family of 8 with a wee one in a high chair and we might not enjoy being bombarded with spag bol during the main course. Well spotted and full marks!

The starters were excellent. The haggis tower with goats cheese I am told was very nice, but the scallops with black pud and minted pea puree was excellent. Nicely seared juicy scallops and not over powered by the peas (if that is possible) Personally I'd leave out the balsamic drizzle, but it did look lovely on the plate. The mains were equally enjoyable. Tom's braised lamb shank looked very tender and tasty, Margaret's Haggis, Neepsn and Tatties were delicious and the small portion was fairly generous. I toyed with idea of the seared Tuna steak, but opted instead for the pork Salambucca. Now, the last time I ate this dish was in Rome and it was made with veal. Yes, I know they don't farm it terribly ethically on the Continent, but it tastes gorgeous! I wasn't expecting it to quite match that standard when I ordered it and it didn't. The pork was a tad dry in comparison to the veal, but it was nicely seasoned and the dressing was very light. It was also nicely balanced, just like the scallop starter. Just the right amount of delicious new potatoes and roasted veggies. if the Italian version got 11 out of 10, then this got a very creditable 8.5.
No sweets, but a very decent espresso and all for less than £20 a skull. 4 stars out of 5 in my book.

Sunday, 29 June 2008

"Apostolic Diversity" - A sermon for the Feast of Ss Peter and Paul.




Zechariah 4:14: "These are the two anointed ones who stand by the Lord of the whole earth." (NJB)

I have to start by telling you that the OT reading today actually has nothing at all to do with Peter and Paul! It refers to the High Priest and the Governor appointed to run Palestine after the return from exile of the Hebrew nation in 520BC and we can date this vision pretty accurately to circa February 519. And of those two anointed ones, by chapter 6 of Zechariah, they were down to one, as the Governor Zerubbael had proved to be a bit of a busted flush!

But in the context of celebrating the Feast of the Apostles Peter and Paul, our two anointed ones are the two apostles who most significantly shaped the history of the Christian Church as we experience it today. Peter and Paul proved to be the decisive double act who freed the young Church from its potential imprisonment as a Palestinian, mainly Jewish, sect and set it free to become the diverse, multi-cultural, global body we know it as today. And a more unlikely pair of multi-cultural liberators than Peter and Paul you would be hard pressed to find in human history.

Peter was your original "hick from the sticks". A small town Galilean fisherman, the farthest he'd every been from home was down to Jerusalem for the Passover. He spoke a bit of Greek, no doubt, but was very likely illiterate. Paul was a Roman citizen, born in what is now modern Turkey. He would certainly have had Greek, Latin and Hebrew as his languages and would probably have been literate. But he was a hardcore Pharisee and anti-Gentile and pagan culture. I suspect that cultural liberator was a role neither had in mind when they began to preach and lead in the early Christian Church. But Paul, driven by his experience en route to Damascus, was to become the great advocate of preaching the Gospel over cultural boundaries and was to be surprisingly sensitive to the need to accommodate local cultural practice when deciding what was and wasn't acceptable as a Christian lifestyle. peter, unsurprisingly, was more resistant to this endeavour, but his baptism of Cornelius and his household in Acts 10 and his strong support of the Pauline approach at the Council of Jerusalem in Acts 15 show him to have been open to the prompting of the Holy Spirit in this area. Perhaps he was never quite as committed to this vision of inclusiveness as Paul was - Paul was to be very critical of Peter in Galatians chapter 2 for giving in to Judaisers in the Church there.

Our twin pillars of the Church represent the diversity of the Christian Community in its early days. From different cultural backgrounds and with different levels of education, sophistication and experience of other cultures, they came to share a broad level of agreement on policy when they opened themselves to sharing their experiences and insights with one another in the context of prayer and dialogue. Both knew where they came from and what they deeply believed but both were willing to sit down and talk because they knew each other and recognised each other as fellow disciples, human and flawed, striving to be faithful to the same Risen Christ they acknowledged as Saviour and Lord.

Here this morning in Christ Church we have something of a living example of this diversity and unity in our sacred ministers. Our celebrant, in historic robes, is Ann, English, married mother and priest. The Liturgy of the Word is led by Tim, Kenyan, widowed parent, former Principal of a Kenyan theological college and Priest in Charge of a congregation in the Diocese of California and hospital chaplain. The sermon is being preached by John, Scot, bachelor, pushing 41 and dressed up as one of the Pope's 2nd XI! Apostolic diversity incarnate!

Next months Lambeth Conference is meeting in part to resolve not dissimilar tensions in the Anglican Fellowship of Churches. Disciples witnessing in different cultures and with different backgrounds are trying to find common ground and agreement on how to reach out effectively and with integrity into their different cultures. The tragedy is that not all the differing parties will be there to listen to each other and to God and to learn.

The Bishops of Uganda and Nigeria will largely be absent, as will some American Bishops from both ends of the spectrum. This will naturally and inevitably limit Lambeth's ability to discern common ground and find a via media - a middle way that is not a compromise or a fudge but a mutually agreed way ahead. This is tragic, in the proper sense of the word, for it will diminish rather than strengthen the world wide communion of saints and weaken rather than strengthen our common witness. Yet we should not yield too easily to the demon despair.

Peter and Paul were eventually drawn together again through adversity in Rome. Both shared imprisonment and martyrdom in the reign of the Emperor Nero and today their earthly remains rest together in a splendid tomb in the Lateran Basilica of St John in Rome. When I visited the Lateran on holiday in 2006, I found the site of their shared resting place a profoundly moving spot with a strong atmosphere of God's presence drawing us into unity in spite of disagreement. Whatever separates us as disagreeing Anglicans or separated denominations will ultimately be defeated by the power and will of God. For that which unites us - the blood of Christ shed that we might be reconciled to one another and to God and declared co-heirs together of the Divine Glory - is far stronger than our current unhappy divisions or than any power or principality of this world.

So as we celebrate this festival of S's Peter and Paul, let us commend the Lambeth Conference, those who attend it and those who are not attending it, to the prayers of Peter and Paul, co-workers for the Gospel and brothers in Christ, that through their intercession and through the reconciling love of God in Christ Jesus, God's Church may be one in spirit and in truth as the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit are one. Amen.




Our diverse and apostolic sacred minsters - spot the Dougal!

Saturday, 28 June 2008

Akela, we'll do our best!

For the first time in years I fufilled my Cub Scout promise. I did the great British Public a good deed! Walking Max, I came across a small conflagration near the skate park. Obviously one started by teens as it was nicely designed and constructed, ideal for warming the tootsies whilst hingin' with da massif and consuming the Buckfast and smoking the illicit Woodbines. It was unattended, so I doused the flames with a) half a can of Stella b) some Irn Bru and c) the left overs of a bottle of Pepsi Max all recovered from the bin nearby. That's the sort of initiative that got me my Patrol Leader's bars and a Silver Arrow! The kids of today! When I were a lad, we built these fires well up the hill away from adult discovery and found them very useful for disposing of the evidence of our nefarious doings (fag packets, cider bottles and skuddy books!). Maybe we Fifers are just most sneaky, devious and cunning than the yoof of the Central Belt! Which is why we now rule the Country. Heil Gordon!

I spent most of the day at a Servers Guild Mass and BBQ in Haddington. Lovely Georgian Church, massive Rectory and grounds. Vacant as of August. If you fancy a Marian Shrine in East Lothian for your next Incumbency... Turnout was a wee bit dissappointing, but the Obergruppenfurher der Servers from OSP was on the sick list, so they didn't show.

Wee Jessie (see last blog entry) passed away this morning, so I nipped into the Parish Church in Haddington to pray for her in the Lauderdale Aisle (aka the Shrine of Our Lady of Haddington). Was slightly appalled to discover when I looked at the service register that until the present Rector arrived you were lucky if there was a celebration of the Eucharist there more than once a year in recent years. What has happened to the much vaunted Marian devotion of Piskys in Southern Scotland? Not even an annual jolly from any of the Embra spike shops. And it's nicer than Carfin. Something must be done!

Thursday, 26 June 2008

Things in perspective.

I had intended to muse on something theological today (am I a theolgical Liberal, critical orthodoxy etc) but events overtook me. Jessie, who is our MU Gaulieter (Presiding member to the uninitated) is in hospital with terminal lung cancer. I got a phone call to head up the hospital with an oil stock earlier tonight and spent about an hour there, talking with her son and then praying and anointing her. This is one the bits of priestly ministry which I both find terribly difficult and wouldn't miss for all the tea in China. I feel utterly helpless and useless at one level - nothing I can do or say will alter the outcome. All I have are words of comfort (I hope) and commendation, plus a wee bit of archaic ritual, which may make me and the family feel a bit better at a difficult time.

But I also get the inestimable privilege of sharing in and being part of God's story in her and her family's life. That is the privilege of ministry in a parish which I wouldn't get in the cloister or the College. Other privileges there would no doubt be, but not this one. Walking with very ordinary men and women on their journey with God. Ministry to the dying takes the focus firmly away from me, myself, I and onto the other - both the person ministered to and the God who is beyond time and space and our finite comprehension. So much of the Church's visible life is focused on our needs and demands that we forget to lift our vision to the transcendent and infinite Glory that calls us into eternal being. The prayer I used with Jessie tonight challenges that:
"He who died for you and rose again from death,
is calling you to enjoy the peace of the heavenly city
in which there is neither sorrow or pain,
and where weakness is transformed into strength.
He is calling you to see him face to face
that you may be made like him forever.
He comes to welcome you with angels and archangels
and all his faithful people that you may know in its fullness
the fellowship of the Holy Spirit.
Enter into the joy of your Lord and give glory to him,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit."

Go well with God, Jessie.

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Fun in the Wild West.

Yesterday I went off to Dumbarton to join in Fr Kenny's 30th anniversary bash. As soon as I left the M9 and headed for Balloch, it started to drizzle - by the time I had got to Kippen, I was semi-aquatic! Yes, I was in the Diocese of Glasgow again. If they ever lose their link with Rwanda, they should think about a link with a bit of Brazil that has rain forests.

St Augustine's (not sure if it's of Canterbury or the Hippie who went conservative after having the kid with the bide in) is a rather impressive piece of Victorian ecclesiastical plant. Big. Very big. By the same architect as Falkirk. He must have had more money to spend then, as Christ Church is titchy by comparison. My official role was that of thurifer. Which I haven't done for at least 3 years. I ended up doubling up as MC, as Kenny and I were the only two in the sanctuary party who had done an eastward facing High Mass in living memory! Curacy's' @ St Trinian's have their uses!

Actually, it went rather well. Good sermon, good singing, Country and Western muzak with the Communion hymns (I wished I had been wearing chaps under my cassock!!) and a really superb buffet. Congrats Fr K.

And today it's off to yet another Robert Rowland Anderson Church to take the MU to the roadshow at Holy Trinity Stirling. And me a Comper fan.