Saturday 22 September 2007
Friday 21 September 2007
The question of which church I'll be attached to is still uppermost in my mind, so this and Howard, a former colleague and friend from a previous church, set me thinking about the trail of churches I've spent at least a few months attending came to mind.
Here they are, starting with the most recent and working back to when I became a Christian. (Ruth - please correct me if I've made any major blunders!)
Loudwater - St Peter's
Warfield - St Michael the Archangel
Beaverton - St Bartholomew's
All places I've found the love of Christ present in his people and where I've learnt important lessons of any and every kind. So what's to be next?
Thursday 20 September 2007
"Margaret, are you grieving over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things
of man, you with your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! As the heart grows
older it will come to such sights colder by and by, nor spare a sigh though
worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie. Yet you will weep, and know why.
Now, no matter, child, the name: sorrow's springs are the same. Nor mouth
had, no, nor mind, expressed what heart heard of, ghost guessed: it is the
blight man was born for: it is Margaret you mourn for." GMH
Wednesday 19 September 2007
Tuesday 18 September 2007
So cycle I did. And here are some highlights of my journey to fetch the paper (and today's free book, from the Horrible Science series).
This is an important year, marking the bicentenary of the passing of the Act of Parliament that outlawed slavery and slave trafficking throughout the British Empire, and effectively throughout a large part of the world as British sea power was such that it acted as something of a global policing service.
There are issues for us Brits as we contemplate the age of empire, but this is one area where we can be unreservedly proud of our contribution in the past.
That should also inspire us to get out and do something - just signing the online petition is a start - to bring that great work to a conclusion.
I'm not a great fan of this little corner of Cambridge. After the wild exuberance of King's College, it's a bit derivative and lame. But I like the lettering on this doorway.
You're never too far from a stack of bicycles here. Unfortunately, a favourite pastime of some late night wanderers is mild or major vandalism of bikes. I only noticed today that someone has kindly removed the handle of the basket on the front of my bike.
After my comments about looking up, here's another delight!
It's the gold leaf that makes this one particularly thrilling, in my opinion at least.
I've never yet had occasion to use the Park Street Cycle Park, but I'm glad it's there. (Maybe I should use it more often. Fewer petty vandalisms.)
Back, now, to looking up. I'm very fond of Cambridge's many and varied crosses. They're particularly stunning on such a clear day. Carved stone against an azure sky is a wonderful thing.
So here's one...
...and here's another. (Admittedly this isn't against the sky, but the composition might tell you which well-known church building we're at.)
So there you are. It's great being forced out in the morning!
(And a bit later too: Ruth and I took the opportunity of a stop in Costa Coffee en route to Sainsbury's, to shop for this evening's meal.
There you are. Bang up to date. Must go: stock's a-bubbling.
Monday 17 September 2007
Yet the glory of Anglicanism has been that over many generations it has united - imperfectly yet actually - what could be thought of as the two sides of the Reformation coin, catholicism and evangelicalism.
There is, perhaps, not too much interest outside the confines of the Christian faith in the distinction, although 'evangelical' seems to be becoming something of a media boo word, used as a shorthand for rabid, fundamentalist, far-right etc. And this seeps into church culture too. It's so easy, and in many ways so comfortable, to seek the party line and, for the most part, to toe it.
Let's be honest. The pay-off is less that we feel we agree with each other, more that we know "they" are wrong about this... and that...
When we lived in the Caribbean, one of the strange-seeming facts of life was that a vast proportion of people headed off to church on Sunday (and indeed Saturday), and this was to many, many denominations and individual churches including at least one essentially founded to oppose/annoy another.
I'm looking forward to seeing how the Federation works out day-to-day. Its ethos of "roots down, walls down, bridges out" is exciting - to bring Anglicans of every churchmanship, Methodists, Orthodox, United Reform Church and Roman Catholics into common structures seems from my nearly-there vantage point an exciting demonstration of valuable ecumenism.
Is it too much to hope, that in my lifetime I might see the unity of the visible church increase and the divisions truly turned into areas of discussion not bones of contention?
I would be happier to own a label that felt more like 'red haired' than 'Man Utd' - a distinction with a difference, yet no flag for battle.
Sunday 16 September 2007
I am especially looking forward to:
- Meeting and getting to know all the Ridley folk
- Getting established in my shared study in college
- Discovering theology as a shared activity rather than a solitary 'pastime'
- Kicking off this new phase of our family life
There are inevitable moments of, if not panic then mild alarm. This is a big change. I've occasionally - more than occasionally, let's be brutally honest - griped about the demands of corporate life and of consulting. But I enjoyed it a lot too; I still can't resist daydreaming business strategy and critiquing the marketing I see.
What I'm going into is both more predictable and more unknown. The general shape of my next 25+ years is now possible to sketch out in a way that would have been laughable in a regular job. But there's a fractal quality to the picture as I try and zoom in to the actual months, weeks, days and hours.
Hence the occasional rushing feeling. I'm heading uphill and will be going over the top to jump off; by the time I'm there I hope and expect that I'll have, and know how to use, a hanglider!