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The Subtle Deer meets Jesus & Socrates

31 October 2020 at 13:20

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In recent weeks I’ve been trying to show various ways by which, and why, I think both our own liberal, democratic European and North American culture in general — and its liberal religious, Judaeo-Christian traditions such as the Unitarian one to which I belong — can confidently reconnect with its two major religious and philosophical fountainheads, namely, the human Jesus and Socrates. The need to do this is particularly pressing at the moment because it is clear the wise, reasonable, loving and just ways of proceeding that — at our culture’s best anyway — have both been drawn from, and watered by, these two fountainheads, are now under many, many political, religious, economic, financial, ecological and epidemiological pressures. I should add that the felt intensity of this pressure has been exacerbated by our own neglect in nurturing, protecting and promoting these fountainheads in both the private and civic domains of our culture’s collective life. 

However, I am acutely aware that the temptation in such pressing moments is to try to make any kind of “return to tradition” as thick, or maximal, as possible, in the mistaken belief that such an approach will provide us with the most effective defensive wall.

But, one of the things our culture as a whole values extremely highly is openness to new evidences and insights and the freedom to employ our faculty of critical reason on these same evidences and insights so as to be able to change our minds/opinions when we need to. 

Consequently, one significant problem is that all thick and maximal returns clearly opens up the possibility that we’ll simply end up returning to too many of the old philosophical and religious dogmas and creeds that, within Christianity and Platonism, became wrongly and problematically attached to the names, ideas and ideals of the human Jesus and Socrates. 

In short, which ever way you cut it, it is almost always the case that projects claiming to “return to tradition” — even when they are intended to protect liberal, democratic and rational ideals — are likely to imperil that same freedom and openness and, in the end, only serve to steer our culture in an increasingly illiberal, anti-democratic and anti-rational direction. 

So, to be clear, from where I am standing, any return to tradition which helps restore in a substantive, creedal or doctrinal way, the Christian religion and Platonic philosophy would, ultimately, be a disaster for us. Whatever is required must assuredly remain heretical to its open-minded and open-hearted core.

So, if the project is not about restoring Christianity or Platonism then what is it I am hoping to achieve when I suggest European and North American liberals should, with the utmost seriousness and urgency, consider making a confident return to the human Jesus and Socrates as providing them with their best models of how best to be in the world? 

Well, an important thing to note is to remind you that the project I’ve been outlining over twenty five years of professional ministry, and now, in this first series of podcasts, is an extremely minimalistic one. 

In the first instance, it is important to realise that this minimalist project does not rely, in any fashion, upon belief in God. It doesn’t doctrinally rule out the possibility of traditional belief in God — that would be to close down a still unproven, if rather unlikely, possibility way too soon — but it most assuredly seeks to make it clear that belief in God is neither central, nor necessary, to the project.     

In the second instance when I talk about returning to the traditions of the human Jesus and Socrates it is vitally important to remember it is a return only to two very minimal presentations of them as models worthy of imitation. 

With regard to the human Jesus it is to learn from him a way of being in the world which is concerned to dissolve all of religion’s former supernatural God-talk, superstitious and apocalyptic ideas into a simple, if infinitely challenging, existential, ethical demand to show justice and love to our neighbours, enemies and all creation, right here, and right now. 

With regard to Socrates it is to learn from him a way of being in the world which helps people, through the disciplined employment of the Socratic method, freely to exercise their faculty of critical reason in seeking out new clues and empirical evidence about how the world is (and isn’t) and our current place in it.

That’s it. No more, nor any less.

Naturally, individual people and local communities, to more or less greater degrees, will always make their own images of Jesus and Socrates thicker than these minimal ones. But it is vital to the success of the collective project that these thicker images should never be imposed on everyone, everywhere as being either central, or necessary.

OK. But now I need to offer you an accessible and memorable picture of how these two minimalist strands might be understood to be woven together so as to provide a defence of secular, liberal, democratic European and North American culture and which does this in a fashion that preserves for us an appropriate, sturdy, structured way of remaining open to difference and new evidences and insights.

To do this I want to turn to a short, powerful poem by the contemporary poet, essayist, and translator, Jane Hirshfield (b. 1953).


“The Supple Deer” by Jane Hirshfield


The quiet opening 

between fence strands 

perhaps eighteen inches.


Antlers to hind hooves,

four feet off the ground, 

the deer poured through it.


No tuft of the coarse white belly hair left behind.


I don’t know how a stag turns 

into a stream, an arc of water.

I have never felt such accurate envy.


Not of the deer—


To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me.


[This poem can be found in her wonder collection, Come, Thief (Knopf, 2011). I highly recommend it.]

Hirshfield begins by presenting, in a very minimal, almost calligraphic, brush-stroke way, the two characters who will play out before us an exquisite, miniature drama. The first is the wire fence, the second, a supple deer — a stag.


    The quiet opening 

    between fence strands 

    perhaps eighteen inches.

    

    Antlers to hind hooves,

    four feet off the ground 


These characters meet in the event when the deer suddenly pours through the wire fence leaving not even a scrap of hair as evidence this had occurred:


    the deer poured through it.

        

    No tuft of the coarse white belly hair left behind.

    

Now, if you have ever been privileged to see this happen you will know it occurs so fast and fluidly that, like Hirshfield, there is no time fully to comprehend how such a large and substantial creature like a stag


    turns into a stream, an arc of water. 


Like Hirshfield, in that mobile, moving moment of heightened wonder, we, too, may feel envy.

On my first reading of the poem this comment somewhat jarred because envy is strongly felt to be a problematic emotion. So why on earth, in this extraordinary moment, does Hirshfield seem to sully things by using the word “envy”? And why, too, does she modify it with the adjective “accurate”?

I think she does this to remind us of a vital human reality, that although we don’t often like to admit it, envy always exists and plays a significant role in our lives in at least two distinct ways, namely, as inaccurate (false) envy and accurate (true) envy. 

In this specific case, an inaccurate envy for me would be to envy the deer’s own particular kind of speed, grace and suppleness. Although, as a fifty-five year old, through a mix of cycling, walking and Tai Chi, I try my best to keep up my own appropriate human kind of speed, grace and suppleness, it would clearly be inaccurate to envy the kind of speed, grace and suppleness the deer is capable of expressing because I am not, and never will be, a deer. 

An “accurate envy” on the other hand would be for me to become envious of something which I am not yet like but which I both can — and perhaps should — become more like. 

So, if I cannot become like the deer, then what can, should I, become like?  

Hirschfield answers this by employing what journalists or film-makers called a delayed drop, when she suddenly, and wholly unexpectedly, tells us her envy is “Not of the deer” — something which the poem’s title might have led us to believe was the case — but, my oh my, her envy is of the wire fence’s. In particular the wire fence’s ability 


    To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me.


This epiphanal moment reveals the poem is only secondarily focussed on the deer and that its suppleness and largess is primarily functioning as an aid to seeing something else, something which is usually unseen, in the poetic image this is the wire fence. And as a poetic image the wire fence stands for the many often unthought about structures which everywhere shape, define and delineate all aspects of our world and which helps make us this and not that kind of thing, creature, or culture.

OK, now I can return to a consideration of the project with which I began this piece.

I would gently, but strongly suggest that the fence we should be appropriately and accurately envying is one our culture has, and may yet still make, out of the interwoven, strong, minimalist strands of the human Jesus and Socrates I presented to you earlier. 

By appropriately and accurately envying them, and then trying to imitate their basic actions and methods in a disciplined fashion, we find there is released in us what the contemporary philosopher, James C. Edwards, has called the two “sacramental energies . . . that used to be bound up in the stories of the gods”. They are: “energies for limitation in the face of hubris and for transformation in the face of complacency” (James C. Edwards: “The Plain Sense of Things – The Fate of Religion in an Age of Normal Nihilism”, Penn State University Press, 1997 p. ix).

Naturally, Jesus and Socrates individually offer us examples of both energies at work. But, particularly with regard to energies for limitation in the face of hubris, we find Socrates’ dialectical method reveals, again and again, that the energy which helps drive a person towards developing an appropriately humble and truly wise manner of living is found in the moment they discover they know they know nothing, or at least when they come truly to know — to borrow the felicitous turn of phrase by the poet A. R. Ammons which appears in the introduction to this podcast — they know that there is no finality of vision, that we have perceived nothing completely and that, therefore, and thankfully, tomorrow a new walk is a new walk. 

And, particularly with regard to energies for transformation in the face of complacency, we find Jesus’ example reveals, again and again, how this energy is accessed only insofar as we learn to respond to the radical, infinite, ethical demand to show love and justice to our neighbour, our enemies and all creation right here and right now, and regardless of what our often complacent selves and culture would often have us do — namely simply to walk by on the other side of the road.

When we willingly give ourselves up to the accurate envy of Jesus and Socrates’ what we also learn is that together they have, and may yet still create for us a shared, wire-fence like, structure which helps meaningfully to shape and define how the world is and our place in it but which, at the same time, remains highly porous and open to the constant flux and flow of the world and so always capable of having “such largeness” and sacramental energies constantly pass through it to challenge our hubris and change us in the face of complacency. 

As I have noted elsewhere, and often, different cultures will, quite naturally, be able to weave their own porous fences out of different materials which they deem appropriate to their own histories and all my foregoing words simply serve to remind me — and I hope you — that own culture is clearly not the only one on the block and nor could it, and nor should it, be. 

However, having said that, I do wish strongly to claim that thanks to its very thinness and nearly-not-there-ness the minimalist form of liberal, democratic European and North American culture that I wish to promote and defend, still has great worth and, despite it’s many failings and real crimes through history, it continues to carry undischarged within it many things worth preserving and bringing to the common table and conversation of humankind. 

But, in the end — and in the spirit of Jesus and Socrates — I can do no more than simply invite you to consider this claim further and to invite you into a conversation about it.

—o0o—

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Athens or Jerusalem or Athens and Jerusalem? — Existentialism and Liberal Religion

25 October 2020 at 16:22
A podcast of this piece can be heard at the following link In three recent editions of this podcast I have spoken in various ways about why I think it is important to reassess and reconnect with the two key, model, ways of being-in-the-world which have decisively influenced, not only European and North American religious and secular culture in general, but also the particular, liberal religious, free-thinking, Unitarian tradition to which I belong. Those two models are the first-century Jewish rabbi, Jesus/Yeshua, and the Ancient Greek philosopher, Socrates.  Although, in the end, I find I’m not in agreement with Søren Kierkegaard’s (1813–1855) own philosophical conclusions about faith and belief, I remain completely supportive...

The Flight of the Phoenix — or what can be done to prepare for a future, post-COVID-19, time?

17 October 2020 at 15:03



In the current crisis, or rather set of overlapping crises, caused or exacerbated by the pandemic, everything we are and do is effected. To be sure there are individuals who, and institutions which, are suffering way more than others — and those discrepancies need to be acknowledged and acted upon — but, without doubt, for everyone, what once was is now either no longer or, extremely likely soon to be no longer. We can all see that businesses of all kinds, including theatres, music venues, shops, pubs, restaurants, factories, cinemas, holiday companies and airlines are all being threatened. Also on this list we must include, of course, religious and philosophical communities such as the very liberal one where I am minister. If, figuratively speaking, we take each of these collective ventures to be varieties of aircraft, then we may say that many of them have crashed, or are very close to crashing to earth and scattering its various occupants and components across a very inhospitable landscape. I realise that this is not an uplifting image to bring before you and, although I’m going to use the next few minutes to offer a narrative which offers us the prospect of moving on from this situation in a positive, if very modest way, the background to the picture I paint cannot be anything other than a challenging, frightening and depressing one. But, as the British Idealist philosopher F. H. Bradley (1846-1924) once wrote: “Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst” (Appearance and Reality, Clarendon Press, Oxford, 1893, p. x). 

With this thought in mind let me move closer to my very modest positive thought by recounting to you the basic storyline of a film made in 1965 which utterly captivated me as a child growing up in the 1970s called, “The Flight of the Phoenix”. Based on a novel written by Elleston Trevor, the film was directed by Robert Aldrich and starred James Stewart as Frank Towns, the captain of a twin engined Fairchild C-82 cargo plane.

Whilst Towns and a dozen or so other men involved in the oil industry are flying across the Sahara desert en route to Benghazi in Libya, they encounter a sudden sandstorm which shuts down both engines and forces them to crash-land in the desert. Those who were not killed instantly necessarily quickly turn their attention to the question of how to stay alive until rescue comes. Although they have a large quantity of dates on board they realise that, at best, their water will last for only a couple of weeks. When help doesn’t immediately come three of the crew attempt to walk to an oasis. Days later, one of them returns alone to the crash site and very near to death. Not surprisingly, despair threatens to set in. However, one among them, an aeronautical engineer called Dorfmann (played by Hardy Krüger), has the seemingly crazy idea that perhaps they can build another, smaller aircraft from out of the wreckage and fly themselves to safety in that. It may be a crazy idea but it helps them all begin to focus their remaining energy and hopes on something both possible and positive. However, as they proceed with their plan, Towns and his navigator Moran (played by Richard Attenborough) discover that Dorfmann designs model aeroplanes and not, as they had initially assumed, full-sized aircraft. Although Dorfmann insists that the principles are exactly the same, Towns and Moran are, understandably, horrified at the idea of attempting to fly an aircraft made by a man who, as they say, works with “toys”. However, without any other plan to follow Towns and Moran decide to press on without telling the surviving members of the crew about their discovery. As you might imagine much of the film’s impact is to be found in its exploration of the wild emotional ups and downs felt by the protagonists during their ordeal. All of that I leave aside for you to discover yourself and here I’ll simply jump to the end of the film when the, by now single engined, aircraft is finally finished which, with an explicit nod to the ancient Greek legend, they christen “The Phoenix”, after the mythological bird which obtains its new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor.

After naming the aircraft a few more tense moments follow as they try to start the engine — they only have seven starter cartridges and the first four of them fail. Fortunately, the engines do start and the plane succeeds in taking-off by sliding down a steep sand-dune to help pick up speed. With the surviving crew tied to its wings, the Phoenix succeeds in flying to a near-by oasis where they experience both the ecstasy that comes with having survived something catastrophic and also, especially for Towns and Dorfmann, the consummating joys of reconciliation.

Now why do I tell you this story in the context of our current pandemic? Well, because it seems to me to be a parable that tells us exactly the kind of activity we need to be engaging in in connection with our various crashed, or soon to crash aircraft, and whether those aircraft are businesses or religious and philosophical communities such as our own. Many of these attempts will fail but some will succeed and, towards the end of this short talk, I will concentrate simply on what it is that I think needs to be done in this, specifically Unitarian, free-thinking, liberal religious community. However, as I do this, I trust that, in a very general way, it may stand as an example that can be applied more widely.

But let’s firstly look at three key things I think we can learn from the film. 

The first thing to note is that the Phoenix is built only by using the material and resources that are actually to hand in the wreckage lying about on the desert floor. That’s it. Nothing that isn’t already present and available to the crew can be drawn upon or used, no matter how much they would like any of those ideal things.  

The second thing to note is that the Phoenix is designed and built out of only the most important, absolutely necessary and still serviceable bits of the wreckage, and it is built only with the intention of carrying what the crew decide is the most minimal and most important payload of all, namely, themselves with all their own stories, dreams and values.

The third thing to note is that the Phoenix is not designed in their moment of crisis to be, in-and-of-itself, some permanent, beautiful, shiny, super-efficient, world-beating or new and innovative creation; it is a thing knowingly built using old, existing technology and knowledge simply to make a wholly pragmatic, short, emergency flight from out of the hell in which the crew currently find themselves so as to have a chance of finding another, temporary, but survivable abode at an oasis. It is only if and when they get there that, following a time properly to recover, regroup and rethink, they might then turn their thoughts engaging in some grander, innovative, longer-term project. 

Now, to begin to move in a modestly positive fashion towards a time of constructive conversation, let me run through these same three points but by explicitly connecting them to what it is I think our Unitarian community needs to do in this crisis.

The first thing to realise is that our own Phoenix can only be built using the materials and resources that are actually to hand and lying about us on the desert floor. This means that we need to look carefully around at all the scattered bits of our congregation’s former form-of-life to see what is actually to hand and still serviceable. We need to be aware that the shattering of our old aircraft may have brought to light certain formerly hidden materials and resources that we had either forgotten about or didn’t even fully appreciate were part of our old construction. A vitally important point to remember here is that we cannot proceed by relying on materials and resources that appear on any kind of ideal wish-list. Some lucky something or other may turn up whilst we are attempting to build our Phoenix but we cannot afford to make any plans that are completely dependent upon the turning up of that lucky something or other.    

The second thing to note is that our Phoenix can only be designed and built out of the most important, absolutely necessary and serviceable bits of our wreckage and only so as to be able to carry on a short flight what we decide is the most minimal and most important payload of all, namely, our own liberal, free-thinking religious traditions’ best and still serviceable motive powers,  dreams and values. For our own tradition they are those religious and philosophical practices which centre upon the two central figures I spoke about with you two weeks ago, namely, the wholly human Jesus and the Ancient Greek philosopher, Socrates.

To remind you:

With regard to the human Jesus it is to build with and carry out of the desert a way of being in the world which is concerned to dissolve all of religion’s former supernatural, superstitious and apocalyptic ideas into a simple, if always challenging, existential, ethical demand for justice and love for all creation, right here, and right now. (Just to reinforce something very important here — please note that following the human Jesus need have absolutely nothing to belief in God as Julian Baggini’s new book, “The Godless Gospel, makes eloquently and very attractively clear.)

With regard to Socrates it is to build with and carry out of the desert a way of being in the world that helps people freely exercise their faculty of critical reason in seeking out new clues and empirical evidence about how the world is (and isn’t) and our current place in it.

In short, the human Jesus and Socrates are our tradition’s only available and still serviceable motive forces and pair of wings and, along with ourselves, they are also our most valuable cargo. Other kinds of crashed aircraft (whether businesses or religious communities) will, of course, have other kinds of available motive forces, pair of wings and valuable cargo. But it is their task, and not ours, to build a Phoenix out of those things. Our task is simply to build something serviceable out of the examples of the human Jesus and Socrates to help get ourselves out of the desert and to some kind of oasis for the work to come.

The third thing to note is that in this immediate moment of crisis our Phoenix need not be in-and-of-itself some kind of shiny, new, permanent, beautiful, super-efficient, world-beating or new and innovative creation. All that is required of us is to use our existing religious and philosophical knowledge to build some ad hoc form-of-life out of the materials and resources actually to hand. The question of what we might think about building later on is for later, if and when we have succeeded in flying to, and landing at, an oasis, and have had time to recover, regroup and rethink.

So, to conclude, although the form-of-life that is our freethinking, liberal religious community is highly likely to look significantly different in a post COVID-19 world to the way it looked like only six months ago, our job right at this moment is NOT to build that new thing. That’s a job for when, and if, we make it to the oasis. The job, right now, is simply to build our Phoenix, get it into the air with ourselves, the human Jesus and Socrates on board, and attempt to set a decent and ethical course that has some reasonable chance of bringing us to some kind of oasis. As to what may follow, only time and luck will tell. 

But right now, at least as far as I am concerned, we know what it is we must do: build and fly our Phoenix.

—o0o—

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Short-circuiting the parable of the mustard seed—a meditation at Harvest-time giving thanks for all the children involved in the School Strike for Climate movement

10 October 2020 at 13:27

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Matthew 13:31-32 (in David Bentley Hart’s translation)

[Jesus] set another parable before them saying: “The Kingdom of the heavens is like a mustard seed that a man took and sowed in his field, which is indeed the smallest of all seeds, but when it grows it is larger than garden herbs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the sky come and dwell in its branches.”

Matthew 13:31–32 in John Dominic Crossan’s presentation in ‘The Essential Jesus’ (Castle Books 1998, p. 51)

The Kingdom of God is mustard

 a seed small enough

  to get lost among others

 a plant large enough

  to shelter birds in its shade.

  —o0o—

In our own age, when it comes to the parable of the mustard seed, we find it very hard avoid the traditional interpretation that has become attached to it. We’re tempted to say straightaway that it’s obvious, it’s a simple lesson we can read off the face of nature about growth — namely, that things which will eventually become large and expansive begin with something very small and compact.

Of course, it is sometimes true that small things do become large and, in the case of mustard seeds, they do, indeed, become large plants and, whilst calling them tree-like is a stretch for even the most imaginative of us, they do grow to a height of three or four feet. Jesus must surely have had this in mind when he told his parable. But was that all he had in mind?

To answer this question let’s first do a little bit of what the contemporary Slovenian philosopher and all-round bête-noir, Slavoj Žižek, calls ‘short-circuiting.’ Žižek notes that:

‘ . . . one of the most effective critical procedures [is] to cross wires that do not usually touch: to take a major classic (text, author, notion) and read it in a short circuiting way, through the lens of a “minor” author, text or conceptual apparatus (“minor” should be understood here in Deluze’s sense: not of “lesser quality”, but marginalized, disavowed by the hegemonic ideology, or dealing with a “lower”, less dignified topic). If the “minor” reference is well chosen, such a procedure can lead to insights which completely shatter and undermine our common perceptions’ (‘The Monstrosity of Christ’, Slavoj Žižek and John Millbank, MIT, 2009, pp. vii-viii).

Žižek thinks that sometimes this process doesn’t simply bring to light something new in the text or tradition, but it can also serve to make us ‘aware of another — disturbing — side of something [we] knew all the time’ (ibid. p. viii).

A fine example of the art of short-circuiting in connection with the parable of the mustard seed is offered to us by John Dominic Crossan whose translation of the parable you have already heard. The first ‘minor’ author Crossan uses as a lens through which to look at Jesus’ parable is the Roman author, naturalist, natural philosopher, naval and army commander of the early Roman Empire, Pliny the Elder (23–79 AD). Crossan reminds us that Pliny wrote:

‘Mustard ... with its pungent taste and fiery effect is extremely beneficial for the health. It grows entirely wild, though it is improved by being transplanted: but on the other hand when it has once been sown it is scarcely possible to get the place free of it, as the seed when it falls germinates at once’ (Natural History: 19.170-171).

The second ‘minor’ author, or rather authors, Crossan uses as a lens though which to look, are those who, redacted the Mishnah in early third-century CE, a text which later on came to form part of the Talmud. In the Mishnah the authors tell us that, because of its tendency to run wild, the planting of mustard seed in a garden was forbidden in Jewish Palestine (Mishnah Kilayim 3:2). There is a very high degree of probability that Jesus would have been aware of this teaching and, given this, Crossan feels, along with the historian of first-century Palestine, Douglas Oakman, that: ‘It is hard to escape the conclusion that Jesus deliberately likens the rule of God to a weed.’ Crossan, continuing to look through these lenses concludes that the point of Jesus’ parable:

‘. . . is not just that the mustard plant starts as a proverbially small seed and grows into a shrub of three or four feet, or even higher, it is that it tends to take over where it is not wanted, that it tends to get out of control, and that it tends to attract birds within cultivated areas where they are not particularly desired. And that, said Jesus, was what the Kingdom was like: not like the mighty cedar of Lebanon and not quite like a common weed, but like a pungent shrub with dangerous takeover qualities. Something you would want only in small and carefully controlled doses — if you could control it’ (John Dominic Crossan, ‘Jesus — A Revolutionary Biography’, Harper San Francisco 1994, pp. 64-66).

Well, well, well. As Žižek noted thought can make us ‘aware of another — disturbing — side of something [we] knew all the time’. 

It’s something we can most easily see through the lens of an old gag I am, perhaps, overly fond of telling, namely, that although Jesus promised us the kingdom of God (or the kingdom of the heavens), what we actually got was the Christian Church. Given this perhaps we should be asking ourselves whether Jesus might have planted the wrong seed by mistake? He may have thought he was planting a seed that would  grow into a flourishing, peaceable kingdom but what actually grew was an institution with very dangerous takeover qualities indeed, and one which quickly got wildly out of hand. The Christian Church became an institution which, as it grew ever larger and became the religion of empire, began to bring with it terrible consequences as it provided branches in which too many people who desired imperial, kingly or purely personal power and oversight could settle and who were filled with an insatiable appetite for swooping down upon the common land and the common people to inflict upon them two millennia of violence, corruption, crusades, inquisitions and much more besides.

This is neither a pleasant historical memory nor thought and it may seem the best we can say in Jesus’ favour was that the Christian Church was simply not the fruit of the seed he sowed two millennia ago and that the tiny mustard seed of the kingdom of the heavens Jesus actually planted was stillborn and never able properly to germinate and flourish as he had hoped it would. Perhaps, perhaps not. 

But what happens if we bring Crossan’s short-circuited meaning of Jesus’ parable into our own age and ask whether it speaks to any thing around us today? 

Well, it seems to me not unreasonable to suggest that Greta Thunberg and her many fellow young climate activists may stand as a classic examples of mustard seeds growing in just the fashion understood by Jesus in first-century Jewish Palestine. In August 2018 outside the Swedish Parliament Thunberg began, completely alone, a ‘School strike for climate’. An action in which only two years later, and even now during lockdown, she is regularly being joined by huge numbers of students across the globe.

Again and again over the last couple of years it has struck me that the School Strike for Climate movement may well make for a better candidate for being a genuine fruit of Jesus’ mustard seed than the historic Christian Church ever was.

To see what I mean and to conclude this piece, let me walk through Crossan’s conclusion again with this thought in mind.

It’s not just that our children start out as proverbially small and grow into creatures only a couple of feet higher than mustard plants, it is that they, too, tend take over where we stick-in-the-mud, stubborn and frankly short-sighted adults often don’t want them, they tend to get out of our control and their hearts and minds, like the branches of the mustard plant, tend to attract new and swift-winged, scientifically informed ideas within areas of our lives which we adults have populated with often problematic, destructive, out-dated and outmoded ideas and practices. Of course, we adults don’t desire this kind of thing to happen because it brings with it a serious challenge to our old ways of being-in-the-world, not least of all to our selfish and excessive consumption and waste, meat-eating, fossil fuel, car and aeroplane use which are clearly destroying the basic ecosystem upon which all life on this planet depends.

It seems to me that our children’s involvement in these School Strikes for Climate is very similar to what Jesus said the mustard seed growing into the kingdom would be like: not like the mighty cedar of Lebanon and not quite like a common weed, but like a pungent shrub with dangerous takeover qualities — dangerous, of course, but only to our old ways of being which we all know we must urgently change.

Socrates & Jesus vs the strongmen leaders

3 October 2020 at 11:43

At the beginning of Book VI (l. 61) of the De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of Things), Lucretius reminds us that, when under stress, people tend “to revert . . . to their earlier superstitions”. Given that we are clearly in a time when all of us around the world are under great stress from the pandemic this is why in my piece for you last week called “Cool It”, I reminded you of the great value of keeping the use of reason and evidence at the very heart of any freethinking community such as our own which was born out of the intertwining critical traditions of Enlightenment-inspired philosophy and liberal religion. A close reading of our history gives us good reasons to be confident that it is only through the continued, careful and consistent use of reason and empirical evidence gathering that we can ensure superstition does not enter back into play amongst ourselves even though, alas, it is clearly seeing a resurgence in the increasingly stressed wider world.

But, even as we continue to employ reason and empirical evidence as a bulwark against the return of superstition, we need to be acutely aware that times of stress also increase the desire in many people for strong religious and political leaders who are prepared openly to claim that they have THE ANSWER and are, therefore, able to offer their followers a stress-free, coherent and contradiction-free life-style. The current crop of nationalistic and xenophobic movements in the world (many of which are explicitly tying their nationalism to traditional forms of religion) all claim to be able to give people just such a stress-free, coherent and contradiction-free life-style.

Perhaps, inevitably, this situation raises the question of what kind of leadership our own freethinking, liberal religious and Enlightenment-inspired philosophy is, or might be able to offer a stressed world? 

Since the eighteenth-century one of the answers to this question we have occasionally given is to point to the kind of ethical and philosophical leadership that was displayed by the wholly human, historical Jesus and by the Ancient Greek philosopher Socrates. To echo some words written by Søren Kierkegaard (1813–1855) whilst on his deathbed, the only analogy I have for what I am doing is Socrates. My task is the Socratic task of revising the definition of what it means to be a person who continues to take the example of human Jesus with the utmost seriousness (cf. Edward F. Mooney: “On Søren Kierkegaard: Dialogue, Polemics, Lost Intimacy, and Time”, Ashgate 2007, p. 8)

Today, I’m not going to explore the model of leadership the wholly human Jesus might offer us except to reiterate a point I often make, namely, that contrary to the claims of Christianity, there is good reason to think that Jesus taught, henceforth and forever, God (or whatever ultimate concern we mean by the word God) was present only in and as one’s neighbour — including those neighbours whom we perceive (rightly or wrongly) to be our enemies. In so doing Jesus opened the door for us to begin the long process of dissolving all of religion’s former supernatural, superstitious and apocalyptic ideas into a simple, if always extremely challenging, ethical demand for justice and love for all creation, right here, and right now.     

I have no doubts that I’ll return now and then to this humanistic, existential and even a-theistic understanding of Jesus in other episodes. But let me now turn to the kind of leadership that was displayed by Socrates. 

Socrates taught that the best way for us to proceed was by the careful use of a basic method of enquiry which is, today, named after him, the “Socratic Method.” 

In Plato’s early dialogues it is the technique Socrates uses to investigate, for example, the nature or definition of ethical concepts such as justice or virtue. It moves through the following basic steps:
  • 1) Socrates’ conversation partner asserts a thesis, for example “Courage is endurance of the soul”, which Socrates considers false and wishes to challenge.
  • 2) Socrates then gets his conversation partner to agree to further premises, for example “Courage is a fine thing” and “Ignorant endurance is not a fine thing.”
  • 3) Socrates then argues, and gets his conversation partner to agree, that these further premises contradict the original thesis, in this case it leads to, for example, “courage is not endurance of the soul.”
  • 4) Socrates then claims that he has shown his conversation partner’s thesis to be false and that its negation is true.
Each working through of the method leads to some new and, hopefully, more refined examination of the concept under consideration. Now it’s absolutely vital to see that anything approaching a full Socratic inquiry requires a repeated use of this technique which ends, not in possession of the final truth of the matter but, instead, in what is called “aporia”, that is to say doubt or puzzlement.

To pursue philosophy in this fashion is, therefore, to drink deeply a strange mix of disappointment and wonder. Disappointment that one’s initial ideas have turned out to be mistaken, but wonder at the process by which (and the person through whom) one has discovered this and been able to learn something new or, at least, something more nuanced about our world. In short, whilst continuing to love and seek wisdom, the person following Socrates’ method recognises that they neither possess this wisdom nor, in all probability, ever will. It keeps the future radically open and free for them and, importantly, ensures that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk.

The art critic, media theorist, and philosopher, Boris Groys (b. 1947) makes it clear that through these dialogues Socrates has no intention of producing coherent and paradox-free speech. Instead, Socrates is content with discovering and revealing the paradoxes in the speeches of his opponents. And rightly so, says Groys, for simply 

“ . . . by exposing the paradoxes hidden beneath the surface of sophistical speech, evidence of such intense effulgence shines forth that listeners and readers of the Platonic dialogues become fascinated, and for lengthy periods are unable to tear themselves away from [Socrates]. It is entirely sufficient to point out the hidden paradox, to uncover it, to disclose it, for the required evidence to arise. The further step of formulating a contradiction-free discourse is unnecessary” (Boris Groys: “The Communist Postscript”, Verso, 2010, p. **).

So, to return again to a point I made at the beginning of this piece: what worries me is not “aporia”, i.e. doubt or puzzlement but, instead, that in times of stress there are always so many people out in the world who, for one reason or another, are willing to claim they can put an end to doubt and puzzlement and can produce for you coherent and contradiction-free speech. These are the sophistical people who have some kind of end product to sell us whether it be a political program, a Mercedes or a metaphysical religion. The basic aim of their sophistical speech is to sell you a product that additionally makes you believe we can buy into some coherent, contradiction-free life-style to be enjoyed either in this world and/or the next. Once you have bought into the life-style/product promoted by the sophists their further aim is always then to close down any further questioning or thought for as long as possible so that you will remain loyal to this or that political, commercial or religious brand. In some real way, then, sophistry and the idea that there can exist contradiction-free ideologies/discourse is always and only about gaining power over other people’s feelings and behaviours. It is about closing down as much as possible the possibility that a person can make any new discoveries about the world and how those same people might best and creatively be able to live reasonably in it by taking full account of the new, available evidence.  

Right at this moment, in the midst of a global pandemic and amidst the kinds of stress-making political and cultural confusions caused by things like climate change, COVID-19, Trump and Brexit, it’s as plain as a pikestaff to me that there are both a lot more people than usual desperate to buy into any institution and/or person who can claim to be able offer them contradiction-free ideologies/discourse, and also a lot more people and/or institutions than usual willing to make that claim.

It seems to me that we who remain committed to the continued existence of Enlightenment-inspired free-thought and/or forms of liberal religion must be very careful not to fall prey to the temptation of ever thinking that, perhaps, we might somehow be able to add to this dangerous market place of ideas by producing our own “distinctive” brand of a putatively stress- and contradiction-free ideology/discourse. 

Instead, in these stressful times, I personally think we best and most effectively show appropriate leadership in two, straightforwardly humanistic ways.

The first humanistic way is by continuing bravely to encourage people to continue to follow in the footsteps of Socrates. We do this by conversationally challenging any and every form of speech which, by pretending to offer a completely coherent and contradiction-free blueprint for living, reveals it is really only seeking to stop people from seeing that the world is, in fact, always a highly puzzling, complex, plural and always moving domain and that to negotiate it as well as is possible it is always necessary for people freely to be exercising their faculty of reason in seeking out new clues and empirical evidence about how the world is and our current place in it.

The second humanistic way is by continuing bravely to encourage people to continue to follow in the footsteps of the wholly human Jesus by dissolving all of religion’s former supernatural, superstitious and apocalyptic ideas into a simple, if always challenging, existential, ethical demand for justice and love for all creation, right here, and right now.

Importantly, very importantly, when we as individuals and together are able confidently to embody these two intertwining examples of leadership, we do not, thereby, help to deliver up to our already overheated and increasingly superstitious and authoritarian-minded world just one more putative single, completely coherent and contradiction-free blueprint. Instead, we simply offer a genuinely free, cooling, companionable, reasonable, just and loving method by which diverse kinds of people may freely and creatively imitate in their own lives the same kind of free and creative footsteps once made by Jesus and Socrates.

Cool It

26 September 2020 at 12:52

During the week an acquaintance of mine reminded me of a passage found in Bernard Williams’ (1929–2003) last book “Truth and Truthfulness” in the chapter entitled “Truthfulness, Liberalism, Critique” (Princeton University Press, 2002, p. 216). Williams writes:

‘Moreover, the Internet shows signs of creating for the first time what Marshall McLuhan prophesied as a consequence of television, a global village, something that has the disadvantages both of globalization and of a village. Certainly it does offer some reliable sources of information for those who want it and know what they are looking for, but equally it supports that mainstay of all villages, gossip. It constructs proliferating meeting places for the free and unstructured exchange of messages which bear a variety of claims, fancies, and suspicions, entertaining, superstitious, scandalous, or malign. The chances that many of these messages will be true are low, and the probability that the system itself will help anyone to pick out the true ones is even lower. In this respect, post-modern technology may have returned us dialectically to a transmuted version of the pre-modern world, and the chances of acquiring true beliefs by these means, except for those who already have knowledge to guide them, will be much like those in the Middle Ages. At the same time, the global nature of these conversations makes the situation worse than in a village, where at least you might encounter and perhaps be forced to listen to some people who had different opinions and obsessions. As critics concerned for the future of democratic discussion have pointed out, the Internet makes it easy for large numbers of previously isolated extremists to find each other and talk only among themselves.’

Williams’ words struck me powerfully when I first read them some eighteen years ago but they particularly struck home this week because, thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, all of us have been forced to make much more use of the internet than we had before. Shopping, work, meeting people, getting our news, finding out about this or that, all is now being done more and more online.  

In terms of our local community here in Cambridge the most obvious example of this is seen in the closing of our buildings, the cessation of our face-to-face meetings and the beginning of our meeting on Zoom. In order to continue to let people know what we are currently up to, our activities are now almost exclusively advertised online via social media platforms such as Twitter and Facebook and our own website.

This, in turn, throws everything we publish, say, do and think into a global “machine” run according to the workings of algorithms designed, for the most part, by people who care for little else than “pure” profit and economic, financial and political influence, power and control. They have written algorithms which log all our searches/likes/dislikes and then begin to manipulate the kinds of things we will get to see the next time we go online to do anything whatsoever. 

If, like me, you’ve been keeping an eye on this over the past few years the preceding information will come as no surprise to you. However, more recently, this kind of manipulation of data has got far, far worse and we’ve begun to see very disturbing examples of how these algorithms are now regularly being used to influence elections and referenda in entirely inappropriate (and actually often illegal) ways, especially through the propagation of what has now become known as fake-news, alternative-facts and deep-fakes. Once the algorithms have logged your current passions/preferences/prejudices then you will be actively targeted to receive content that simply feeds and enflames your current passions/preferences/prejudices, whatever they are, and it won’t matter a fig whether the content you receive is true or false. 

Things are now getting so bad that even employees of a notoriously secretive company like Facebook are becoming more willing to break ranks and speak out about the dangers inherent in this way of proceeding. Indeed, I hope that all of you will have read some of the stories which have broken in the last couple of years, for example, the Facebook/Cambridge Analytica scandal. But one story broke this week which strongly resonated both with Williams’ words and which, I think, speaks directly to what I see as a significant difficulty currently facing a community such as our own which was born out of the dissenting, free-thinking, liberal religious, Enlightenment tradition which privileged truth, truthfulness and the use of cool, critical reason in matters pertaining to religion/philosophy/politics over mere inherited hot prejudice and putative, unsubstantiated divine revelation/s.

The investigative tech-journalist Casey Newton published a piece this week which includes an interview with a Facebook engineer who has worked on Facebook groups, i.e. pages meant for users with common interests where they can share information/knowledge/beliefs on that subject. Any person or organisation can create a group about any topic, cause or event and, not surprisingly, many liberal religious communities have started such groups, some open to public view, others not.  

Casey was told by one engineer that they found the group recommendation algorithm to be the single scariest feature of the platform — the darkest manifestation, they said, of data winning arguments. Here’s what the engineer said:

‘“They try to give you a mix of things you’re part of and not part of, but the aspect of the algorithm that recommends groups that are similar to the one that you’re part of are really dangerous,” the engineer said. “That’s where the bubble generation begins. A user enters one group, and Facebook essentially pigeonholes them into a lifestyle that they can never really get out of.”’

Now, usually, when a writer like me from an avowedly liberal tradition begins to write about these subjects their concerns are mostly focused on the kinds of lifestyles being encouraged by groups that are obviously antithetical to liberals and their usual concerns. Not surprisingly I do have such concerns because it is now possible to see — both in the media and out on our actual streets — how right-wing, anti-democratic, anti-vax, COVID-denying, authoritarian, nationalistic, xenophobic, racist and, yes, fascistic groups, are currently being emboldened everywhere to make their presence known. But, as Jesus memorably and wisely reminds me, before I make any attempt to remove the speck in my neighbour’s (or enemy’s) eye, I must firstly do my level best to remove the many logs that are undoubtedly lodged in my own eyes (Matthew 7:5). And, during lockdown, boy have I found logs by the decimated forest load. 

Over the past six months, not surprisingly, I have tried my best to begin properly to think through some of many huge implications of what is going on and how, in liberal religious circles, we might best negotiate the pandemic and its aftermath. As part of this process I began to visit some of the many conversations going on in various public, liberal religious, Facebook groups in the hope that I might find there some useful pointers. Alas, what I all too often discovered were exactly the same problems as those found in right-wing groups and which were predicted by Williams eighteen years ago. I found groups that were full of mere gossip and (internal and external) virtue-signalling and which were, as Williams feared, clearly ‘constructing proliferating meeting places for the free and unstructured exchange of messages which bear a variety of claims, fancies, and suspicions, entertaining, superstitious, scandalous, or malign.’ I saw very little concern (or ability?) displayed by members of these groups gently, but firmly, to structure the conversation through the disciplined use of cool reason and evidenced-based arguments and, as I read though various posts, it was as clear to me as it was to Williams, that the chances that many of the messages already posted (or soon to be posted) will be true were low, and the probability that the system itself will help anyone to pick out the true ones was even lower. Unsubstantiated and over-heated opinion and superstitious, uncritical belief could be found bursting out all over the place and nowhere was there any proper, sustained, evidenced-based, reasoned calling out of this. On the few occasions I saw such an attempt made (alas, often clumsily made by a person clearly at the end of their tether) all too often there merely followed a collective feeding-frenzy claiming that the person being critical had shown themselves to be disgustingly illiberal by their willingness to point that idea X or Y was, actually, little more than mere superstition and arrant nonsense.

When our online (putatively) liberal religious fora cease any longer to be places where prejudice and superstition can be effectively (if always gently and sensitively) challenged through the use of cool reason and evidence, where are we, or where on earth are we heading? This is especially pressing when we cannot easily or safely meet face to face. 

In the eighteenth-century our communities became widely known as “rational dissenters” and, whilst it is true we could at times wildly overdo the rational element (after all there are obviously limits to reason as there are limits to everything else), the use of reason and empirical evidence was a sine qua non of our religious/philosophical practice. It was one of our own, Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826),  who in 1787 memorably wrote to his young nephew, Peter Carr, about religion, saying:

‘Your reason is now mature enough to receive this object. In the first place divest yourself of all bias in favour of novelty and singularity of opinion. Indulge them in any other subject rather than that of religion. It is too important, and the consequences of error may be too serious. On the other hand shake off all the fears and servile prejudices under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there be one, he must more approve the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear. [. . .] In fine, I repeat that you must lay aside all prejudice on both sides, and neither believe nor reject any thing because any other person, or description of persons have rejected or believed it. Your own reason is the only oracle given you by heaven, and you are answerable not for the rightness but uprightness of the decision.’

Today, not only do I not see any reason not to continue to affirm Jefferson’s basic approach (albeit with certain modern nuances/revisions), I see countless reasons why we MUST continue to affirm it. Consequently, I hope that here in Cambridge we will continue confidently to embody this practice and never allow people wishing to join our community the impression that here they have the unconditional right to believe whatever they like but, instead, to insisted that people who wish to join us fully understand and accept that, here, they only fully have the right to believe what they do on the basis of the careful use of reason and a proper, collective, peer-reviewed, critical examination of what the available evidence actually allows us meaningfully to believe about the world. 

This three-centuries-old approach means that our local community has always preferred to err on the side of displaying a healthy scepticism towards all maximal religious beliefs and to keep its own religious practice as minimalistic and practically orientated as possible. In practice for us this has meant agreeing (but never slavishly or uncritically) to follow the ethical example of human Jesus and, to set aside as being central to our community, belief in almost everything else metaphysical, up to and including belief in a deity. Naturally, individual members of this community will have all kinds of their own privately held, maximal, unevidenced beliefs about all kinds of things but, together, we need to make it clear that those same unevidenced maximal beliefs can never take a central place in our community’s collective practice/identity. Always the primary arbiter amongst us must be the cool application of reason and evidence, the only oracle that has ever been (and is likely ever to be) available to us.   

As I explored with you a couple of weeks ago in my piece entitled ‘A passionately cool political/theological meditation on Robert Frost’s poem “Fire and Ice”’ this means that, as your minister, I continue to take with the upmost seriousness an insight borrowed from the twentieth-century English philosopher, Michael Oakeshott (1901–1990), and encourage us only to use those poetic, philosophical, religious and political tools/strategies which tend, not towards inflaming passion by giving it new objects to feed upon but, instead, those which inject into the activities of already too passionate men and women an ingredient of moderation; those which offer ways which deliberately restrain, deflate, pacify and reconcile and which do not stoke the fires of desire, but damp them down.

In our current, transmuted version of the pre-modern world which is clearly getting way too over-heated (physically and ideologically) and increasingly being driven by unsubstantiated prejudice and superstition, our job as heirs of the rational dissenters is, surely, and quite literally, to cool it.

Thinking of Jonathan Harrison—friend and philosophical mentor—on the anniversary of his birth and death

19 September 2020 at 15:46

This week saw the anniversary of the death of an old friend, philosophical mentor and, in his latter years, member of this church community, Jonathan Harrison. Next Tuesday, September 22nd, would have been his 96th birthday.

For these and other reasons, Jonathan’s friendship and work was very much in my mind this week and on a number occasions I stopped with a cup of tea in my hand to look at the photo of him on my mantelpiece which I took in his house a couple of years before his death as we ate fish and chips together, polished off a nice bottle of wine (a glass of which you can see in the photo at the top of this post) and talked philosophy and religion on into the afternoon. In the last two years of his life this became a regular bi-weekly event to which I always looked forward and thoroughly enjoyed. 

Jonathan was born in 1924 in West Derby, Liverpool and in 1945 he gained his BA in Politics, Philosophy and Economics from Corpus Christi College/University of Oxford (MA, 1952). He was lecturer in philosophy at Durham University between 1947-1959, senior lecturer in philosophy at Edinburgh University between 1959-1964 and, finally, Professor of philosophy at Nottingham University between 1964-1988. During 1968 he was a visiting professor of philosophy at Northwestern University, Chicago. His best known books are, Our Knowledge of Right and Wrong (George Allen and Unwin, 1971), two books on Hume’s moral philosophy published by the Oxford University Press in 1976 and 1980 and, lastly, God, Freedom and Immortality (Ashgate, 1999).

Jonathan was hugely important to me in my role as a minister of religion because he helped me work carefully through the implications of being, like him, what he called “that embarrassing, but not, I think, uncommon thing, an atheist who has what appears to be [an] experience of the deity whom he believes not to exist” (God, Freedom and Immortality, p. 681).

Like Jonathan, I have continued to value hugely many aspects of my inherited liberal Christian tradition even as my belief in the existence of God has completely dissolved. Like him I continue to think that,

“Living a spiritual life may be regarded as paying attention to such intimations of the divine as one has in this world, without our having thought to any other world. Paying such attention might not suit everybody. I suspect doing so is more a matter of prudence than of morality. To love God, if I am right in thinking that it is possible to love a nonexistent God, cannot benefit him, for he does not, strictly speak, exist, but to love him may be of benefit to oneself” (God, Freedom and Immortality, p. 671).

In these difficult and discombobulating times — as I continue to explore the many, what seem to me, still undischarged energies to found in our religious tradition, even after the death of God — my paying attention to such intimations of the divine as I have in this world, without my having thought to any other world continues to help me negotiate (or at least begin to grapple with) the many significant and challenging “downs” I am currently experiencing as I view the current socio-political-ecological situation both in the UK and the wider world. I realise, of course, as did Jonathan, that “paying such attention” might not suit everybody but it might, just, suit one or two of you. Consequently, on the anniversary of his death and close to his birthday, I’d like to take the opportunity to reintroduce you to some of his thinking which can be found in the address I wrote for the congregation back in 2014 immediately following his death. You can find this at the following link:

In Memoriam: Jonathan Harrison (1924-2014) — On the religious benefits of running with the hares and hunting with the hounds and of having one’s cake and eating it

Jonathan thought — and I still, more or less, agree with him in this — that many of Christianity’s significant disadvantages might yet be overcome and he was prepared to state clearly that “the Christian ethic,” at least subject to the many criticisms he made of it, remains “a good one, though nothing in this world is perfect. It offers solace, comfort and help and the possibility of spiritual quietness, rest and solace which many sorely need and from which,” Jonathan suspected, “most would benefit” (God, Freedom and Immortality, p. 662).

But, as Jonathan also said, Christianity was not the only religion to provide such benefits and, although he hoped otherwise, he thought it was “unfortunate that these benefits are usually . . . bought, in their Christian form, at the price of accepting superstition and bad metaphysics” (God, Freedom and Immortality, p. 662).

In the kind of dark, pandemic days we currently find ourselves it is all too easy, as the Roman poet Lucretius recognised, for superstition and bad metaphysics significantly to begin to enter back into our lives and practices. I think that Jonathan’s philosophy — and I hope my own philosophy informed by his teaching and friendship — can still play a modest role in bringing into the open some of the undischarged benefits and energies of this Unitarian church’s liberal Christian tradition but without, at the same time, ever requiring you to accept any kind of superstition and/or bad metaphysics.

But whatever you think about all of the above, sometime on Tuesday evening, Jonathan’s birthday, why not raise a toast to one of Britain’s unsung philosophers and a much valued member of this unusual congregation. 

Requiescat in pace, Jonathan Harrison (1924-2014)

A passionately cool political/theological meditation on Robert Frost’s poem “Fire and Ice”

12 September 2020 at 14:14
Source: LA Times
This week it has proved impossible for me not to look at the images of the huge wild-fires burning all over the West Coast of the USA and to wonder if this is a vision of the way the world will end? Together the pictures of the inferno and the question brought to my mind Robert Frost’s (1874-1963) well-known poem, “Fire and Ice” first published in 1920:

Some say the world will end in fire,
  Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
  But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
  To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
  And would suffice.

In a well-known anecdote, the astronomer, Harlow Shapley (1885-1972), tells how, sometime in 1918/19, he had met the poet at a Harvard faculty get-together during which Frost had asked him the same question: “How will the world end?”. After some further chat and mingling with other guests Shapley was eventually able to answer Frost directly, saying: “either the earth would be incinerated, or a permanent ice age would gradually annihilate all life on earth.” This led Shapley (and many others) later to claim that the poem “illustrates one of the many ways in which scientific knowledge can influence the creation of a work of art and also elucidate the meaning of that work of art.”

Now I don’t want to deny that this influence is sometimes felt and acted upon by some artists — indeed, two of my favourite poets, the first-century Roman poet Lucretius and the mid twentieth-century poet A. R. Ammons were powerfully influenced by empirically derived knowledge — however, in the case of this poem by Frost it doesn’t quite stack up, not least of all, because it is clearly not about the future, physical end of the world (whenever that may turn out to be, and whether in fire or ice) but about an existential event potentially experienceable in the here and now of any person’s life. Fire and ice are, in this poem anyway, to be understood as symbols and not as scientific propositions (though in other contexts they may be that too).

It seems to me the most one can say is that Harlow Shapley’s striking (scientifically derived) juxtaposition of a world ending in either fire or ice triggered in Frost’s mind a strong recollection of Dante’s still extraordinary fourteenth-century religious poem, “The Inferno”, which forms the first part of his much larger epic entitled “The Divine Comedy.” Indeed, the literary critic, John N. Serio, feels that “in structure, style, and theme ‘Fire and Ice’ is a brilliant, gemlike compression of Dante’s Inferno.”

Satan devours Brutus, Cassius and Judas Iscariot
Thanks to Serio’s work, there are a great many interesting insights that I might bring before you about the connections between the two poems but, here, I only want to concentrate on that which is born out of Dante’s basic idea that the sins of reason are worse than sins of passion. Serio reminds us that Dante the Christian believed “reason is God’s greatest gift to humankind and, therefore, its perversion or misuse constitutes the worst possible sin: ‘But since fraud / Is the vice of which man alone is capable, / God loathes it most’ (Ciardi 11.24-26).” It is for this reason that Dante thinks these latter kind of people (epitomised by Dante as Brutus, Cassius and Judas Iscariot) are entombed in the three mouths of icebound Satan in the ninth and lowest level of hell (ibid.)

Now why do I tell you all this? Well, it’s because at the same time as the fires continue burning and we are all begin to realise (à la “Game of Thrones”) that “winter is coming”, I find myself looking at the current British and international news and seeing everywhere all kinds of disturbing, highly destructive and increasingly violent behaviours and power struggles breaking out that are clearly rooted either in fire (i.e. in passionate, but wholly unreflective and uncritical commitment to certain wholly unproven beliefs/prejudices) or ice (i.e. in the use of cold, knowingly fraudulent practices of deception for the purposes of gaining unrestricted political and financial power).

Whether I like it or not, and not withstanding Jesus’ injunction to “judge not, that ye be not judged” (Matthew 7:1), these kinds of behaviours are beginning to force someone like me, who most assuredly prefers to operate in a more temperate (political and religious) climate, to make some kind of judgement about how best to evaluate and then to begin to tackle those people who are increasingly in the thrall of either fire or ice. But, to return to Jesus’ teaching on this point, if I am to be forced into making some kind of judgement and a related practical attempt to remove the speck in my neighbour’s (or enemy’s) eye, I must firstly do my level best to remove the many logs that are undoubtedly lodged in my own eyes (Matthew 7:5).

One of the major logs that must be removed from my own eye is the idea that as a creature who through education and upbringing has come to prefer a climate neither too hot nor too cold, I am, therefore, somehow free of the extremes of fire and ice myself. That seems to me to be a dangerous delusion. Echoing Frost, I need frankly to acknowledge that I have, at times, been significantly (mis)shaped by both. In love, religion and politics I have at times found myself being driven along by an intense fire at one moment and then by cold, cold ice at another. I need to see clearly that I am not some merely innocent bystander but fully implicated in the human condition. Like Frost, over my lifetime so far, these experiences have inclined me to believe that from what I’ve tasted of desire I, too, hold with those who favour fire as that which is most likely to bring about the end of the world. However, again like Frost, I also know enough of hate to say that for destruction, ice is also great and would suffice.

Knowing this, as a species of (Christian-)atheist and performative new-materialist, I find myself (unusually) compelled to echo here the conclusion of Dante the Christian, namely, that it is the behaviours of those deeply embedded in ice in the lowest level of hell who are the most culpable, the most sinful and the most deserving of our critiques, exposure, censure and, where necessary, appropriate punishment. Through their continual (and increasing) deceptions and lies (whether made in relation to matters financial or connected with ideologies around religion, racism, white supremacy, nationalism, climate change denial, etc.) it is the ice-bound who are deliberately and knowingly choosing to fan the fiery hearts of those who, for the most part, and for many complex and understandable reasons, do not have (nor have any genuine, regular access to) a broad and informed picture of what is actually going in our world nor any hope of realising how their destructive and angry fire is consciously being (mis)directed by others.

Seeing the physical fires burning in the US (and, of course, those in the arctic circle and the Amazon), alongside the political/economic/social/nationalist fires we can see beginning dangerously to flare up across the globe, I cannot escape the conclusion that the ice-bound, through the conscious manipulation of the fiery, are seizing a once in a lifetime opportunity to reshape the world in favour of their own ninth-level-of-hell-ice-bound-values.

Frost realised that both fire and ice, whether alone or together, really do have the power to end the world — and whether the word “world” is understood to mean the complex, intra-acting eco-system that is our planet Earth and/or the associated complex, intra-acting human cultural and political international rules-based world that has (only) been in existence since the end of the Second World War.

In a world the human inhabitants of which are currently being polarised into either the fiery or the ice-bound there seems no longer to be any meaningful reason to adopt a more temperate approach. After all, at the moment, those of us who do try to make temperate points in the public space often quickly find their arguments (and nearly always themselves) simultaneously attacked by the fiery from one side and the ice-bound from the other. It can be — indeed, it often is — highly dispiriting. So, what on earth are those of us with a more temperate spirit to do?

Drawing on certain insights borrowed from the twentieth-century English philosopher Michael Oakeshott, I feel I can only answer by seeking out and offering through this blog/address (and when we are able to meet in person in the Cambridge Unitarian Church community) only those poetic, philosophical, religious and political tools/strategies which tend, not towards inflaming passion by giving it new objects to feed upon but, instead, those which inject into the activities of already too passionate men and women an ingredient of moderation; those which offer ways which deliberately restrain, deflate, pacify and reconcile and which do not stoke the fires of desire, but damp them down.

In doing this I am acutely aware that I am erring decidedly more towards the realms of ice than to those dominated by fire. I also realise that I can, therefore, be accused of consciously using my icy reason to manipulate the fiery in the hope that (just like those whom I distrust the most) the world might be reshaped more or less in favour of my own preferred values. Lastly, and far from leastly, I am also painfully aware that, recalling Dante’s warning, should I go too far in this direction then I will be a greater sinner and far more culpable and worthy of punishment than any of those who were driven purely by fire, and certainly as great a sinner as Dante thought were Brutus, Cassius and Judas Iscariot

But what else is there I can do especially if, knowing what I’ve tasted of desire, I’ve truly come to think that it is fire that will most likely bring about the end of the world? Given this, I find that I simply cannot, will not, join the ranks of the unreflectively fiery (whether religious or political) who have become wholly and uncritically committed to this or that belief, ideology, or simple prejudice. Consequently, I feel I have no choice but to continue to find ways to pour very cold water on all examples of this fire and, by so doing, attempt to direct its real energy to significantly less destructive ends. But with this there comes a considerable moral hazard — namely that of going too far towards the icy, ninth level of hell and of thinking I am absolutely right, or have the absolute right, always and everywhere to use my reason to persuade/bend others towards only my own preferred ends.

But in the end I think that this should be risked because, without buying into Thomas Jefferson’s deist metaphysics that informed him, I find that, in their general spirit, I concur with these words he wrote to his nephew Peter Carr in 1787: 

“Your own reason is the only oracle given you by heaven; and you are answerable, not for the rightness but for the uprightness of the decision”. 

In short, I suppose all I am really saying here is that I feel the need to remain fierily passionate about the icy use of reason to dampen a too-dangerous arising of that self-same passion, and whether it arises in me, or in others. In a knowingly paradoxical way I feel passionately compelled to promote only very, very cool, and very, very skeptical, forms of religion, philosophy and politics.

In all cases, of course, it is wise to remember, as (the aptly named) Frost observed, that although fire is likely to finish us off, ice, too, can always suffice.

“Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst” and, “Where all is rotten it is a man’s work to cry stinking fish” — some warningly prophetic words from @RussInCheshire

8 September 2020 at 13:10
Jasper, a friend's cat of whom we are very fond
As many readers of this blog know, I am very much in agreement with something the late-nineteenth and early twenty-century British Idealist philosopher F. H. Bradley (1846-1924) once wrote, namely, that “Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst” and “Where all is rotten it is a man’s work to cry stinking fish” (Preface to “Appearance and Reality”, 1893).

Someone who, to my mind, is doing this well and consistently (and not without appropriate dark, gallows humour) is @RussInCheshire who writes a regular Twitter thread called “The Week in Tory”. Well, he has just penned the thread I reproduce below and, in my role as a responsible minister of a small, progressive religious community, I feel compelled to share it with you here because, even if the worst he outlines doesn’t happen quite like this and in all its details, in the bad (and worsening) situation we in the UK now find ourselves we absolutely need to know what the worst could be like. So here is his (to my mind) plausible vision of that.

May I suggest that when you have read it you make a strong cup of tea (or pour a stiff whisky or G&T) and settle down to have a long think about how we might play our own parts in the coming months, either to ensure that the worst or the worst doesn’t happen or that we at least have some strategies in place to get through the worst . . .

@RussInCheshire
This is depressing thing to say, but we're nowhere near the worst yet. Covid health crisis hasn't ended. A 2nd wave combined with normal winter NHS crisis will be horrendous. Mass unemployment will start soon, and nobody under 60 has had to feed a family through anything like it. Even if we find a vaccine tomorrow, producing enough and then injecting 67 million will take 12 months. By that time, projections are 12% unemployed. But when furlough ends, the high-street dies, we see the collapse of holiday companies, airlines, car manufacturers, train companies, and countless small businesses go under... then the shit will hit. And trust in govt is collapsing. Few now believe them. There's been no public disorder yet because furlough means the unemployed generally don't feel unemployed yet. Unemployment benefit in the UK is a max of £116.80 a week. Can you imagine what the reaction will be when 3 million people suddenly find out what it's like to live on that? Especially after 20 years being told the unemployed are pulling in £36k and being given free houses? And trust in govt is collapsing. Few now believe them. Fewer still will believe them when they have to live on the breadline, while the lies they've heard for their entire adult lives are cruelly exposed. All the govt has is lies. When they stop working: what then? We've had, by my reckoning, 14 major U-turns in 10 weeks. The exams policy was a disaster, the minister is still in post, and we've forced our kids to go back to school just as the 2nd wave arrives. You think parents will forget the risks, the illnesses, the deaths? Partially due to the govt's "hostile environment" policy and Brexit, we've lost over 22,000 NHS workers born in the EU, and the care sector has over 190,000 unfilled vacancies. And here comes winter, with an ageing population and a global pandemic. Barely noticed this week, in all the noise around WA [Withdrawal Agreement], is the fact we've run out of home-testing kits, and after 6 months are still not able to produce any UK-made PPE. So no tests and no PPE, exactly as we were in March. 6 months wasted. No solutions. Beneath the whack-a-mole approach to governing, support for Brexit is now 34%. I can't imagine this week's fiasco will improve that. Yet on it goes, with the promise of an additional 5% to 9% collapse in GDP. That could be ~2m jobs, in addition to the ~4m Covid job losses. That sounds bad enough, but the 5% GDP drop won't fall evenly. For some sectors it'll be 100%. Fatal. Gone. UK farming will collapse under the tariffs we face, there aren't enough seasonal workers to pick crops, and it's likely we'll see some food shortages by next spring. How will Brits react? Honestly, I don't know. There was a time I thought we'd be phlegmatic, but now? For all the talk of WW2 and Dunkirk Spirit, I strongly suspect we'll have an absolute shit-fit about it. I fear riots. I fear massive, relentless, rolling social problems. Meanwhile Johnson's approval rating among Tory activists has fallen from 92% to 24%. Sunak is far more popular, but only cos so far he's been Mr Give-Away. Very soon he'll become Mr Tight-wad, and the only popular member of the govt will be toast too. They can cling to power for a long time, because an 80-seat majority is a huge buffer. But can they govern? If Johnson goes, will the nation accept the 5th PM in a row to take office without winning an election? Who will the UK accept from the woefully shallow bench of Tories? I'm sure there are people out there who rate Patel, Gove, Raab, Jenrick, Williamson, Hancock, Shapps or Rees-Mogg. But not many. Certainly not enough to command the confidence of the UK in what will be, by any reckoning, a series of vast, broiling, existential crises. And will the UK even still exist? How can this govt hold the UK together while its ineptitude kills its citizens, starves them, destroys their jobs, immiserates their kids, guts their democracy ... and 3/4 of the nations that make up the UK don't even vote for them. Our govt hasn't got the capacity to change. They don't have the skills, leadership, or compassion. The saner Tories quit or were driven out. Decades of lies are catching up, and they're boxed in. Imagine how badly they'll respond when social unrest happens and the UK breaks up. See. Told you this would be depressing. But here's a picture of a kitten to cheer you up again.   

Trees, kettles, ladles and bottles of wild sauces as answers to the question: “What is the meaning of life?”

5 September 2020 at 10:42
A while ago I spent some time reading and reflecting upon a number of Mary Oliver’s poems. My meditations on that occasion settled upon a single stanza (section 4) from her poem Something (in Red Bird, Beacon Press, 2008):

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

and her poem Answers (in The River Styx, Ohio and Other Poems, Harcourt Brace, 1972):

If I envy anyone it must be
My grandmother in a long ago
Green summer, who hurried
Between kitchen and orchard on small
Uneducated feet, and took easily
All shining fruits into her eager hands.

That summer I hurried too, wakened
To books and music and circling philosophies.
I sat in the kitchen sorting through volumes of answers
That could not solve the mystery of the trees.

My grandmother stood among her kettles and ladles.
Smiling, in faulty grammar,
She praised my fortune and urged my lofty career:
So to please her I studied – but I will remember always
How she poured confusion out, how she cooled and labeled
All the wild sauces of the brimming year.

Together these poems made me think carefully both about the kinds of religious or philosophical answers that I once sought and also the kind of answers I now not only continue to seek but also have reason to think I find.

Like most people within our culture I was brought up thinking that all the important religious or philosophical answers were in propositional form. To remind you, a proposition, according to the Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy, is:

“That which is proposed or stated; the content of a declarative sentence, capable of truth and falsity. To grasp a proposition is to understand what is said, supposed, suggested, and so on.”

So, as a child growing up in a Protestant Christian context, the answer to life was essentially a belief in the truth of the propositions found in the Nicene Creed:

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is,
seen and unseen. (etc., etc.)

The argument was that if I believed in these propositions — which were, I was taught, of the kind that were capable of being true or false (though, of course, their truth was, for the most part, simply assumed rather that ever proven/shown) — then all would be fine. I was told they provided the fundamental, necessary answers to the question of the meaning of my life and, indeed, all human lives.

Lest anyone think that this address is going to be a simplistic, one-sided swipe at creedal forms Christianity then it is worth reminding you that non-creedal forms of the Christian tradition (such as the one in which this church stands) have also traditionally defined themselves in propositional terms about an abstract object of thought. The only difference being that their propositions have attempted to define that abstract object, i.e. God, differently. So, for example, in the Unitarian tradition the chief propositions were that “God is One” (whatever that meant or might mean today) and that, therefore, “Jesus was not God but a man”. One might be more or less inclined to agree with these propositions but my point is they are still propositions designed intellectually to be understood and capable of being shone to be true or false.

In general, those who promote such a way of articulating and offering-up religious or philosophical answers to people seem to be saying that religious belief is all about identifying an abstract object of thought, generally given the same of God, and they are very little, if at all, concerned about our orientation to towards more worldly objects which, today, I shall represent by those listed in Oliver’s poem, namely, trees, kettles, ladles and bottles of wild sauces. It is worth noting that Jesus, too, concentrated on more worldly objects as the parables of the mustard seed and the yeast reminded us. Also worth noting is that the first-century Jewish world in which Jesus lived the concept of ‘belief’ or a ‘believer’ is entirely absent. Instead of a believer in the Hebrew Bible (which Jesus knew) we find only the idea of “y’re shamayim”, that is to say “someone who stands in awe of heaven” (c.f. Howard Wettstein in The Significance of Religious Experience, OUP, 2012).

Anyway, as we know, for many people today, propositional based religious belief is becoming increasingly problematic because such religious propositions have become increasingly hard to understand and which now show up, to many of us anyway, as false propositions.

Of course, it’s not that all propositions about about actual things and/or states of affairs obtaining in the world are, per se, going to be wholly wrong or misplaced — some of them clearly have a real and important place —, it is just that they are now singularly failing to do the job required of them when it comes to providing satisfactory answers for questions like “the meaning of life.”

But this propositional way of proceeding is so hard to challenge. Over and over again in my role as your minister I get asked by people interested in the meaning of life, their own and others, “what do you and your community believe?” or, “what is Unitarianism?” and they expect to hear from me, of course, a list of propositions that define this imagined -ism.

As most if you know, I don’t think that, today, there is any such thing as Unitarianism because we are a free religious movement centred today on complete spiritual freedom which can't meaningfully understood to be any kind of simple -ism. So, although it might at first seem bizarre — even to some of you — these days I can really only give my questioners an answer by way of reference towards our various attitudes and orientations towards things like trees, kettles, ladles, bottles of wild sauces, mustard seeds and yeast and other worldly objects.

This is because it increasingly seems to me that the meaning of life is best to be found in a form of life in which we, as whole beings, take full account of our relationship with these more worldly objects rather than focussing on the highly abstract conceptions of God that have hitherto claimed our religious focus and loyalty. Indeed, I would go so far as to say that my focus and loyalty these days is, not at all to an abstract God but, rather, to the kind of divinity and sacredness that emerges in our encounters and relationships with these worldly objects because it is among them that the meaning of life, at least my life, is found. Again it is worth reflecting upon the fact that Jesus reminded us that the kingdom of God (howsoever this is to be understood) is to found among (or within) the people and the things of the world.

A modern illustration of in what this kind of answer might consist is found in the beautiful vignette that is Oliver’s poem “Answers”. We see there enacted a tiny moment in her grandmother’s actual form of life that is, itself, an answer. It is an answer that is found in the actual act of hurrying between the kitchen and the trees of the orchard “on small uneducated feet”, in the “easy taking of shining fruits into her eager hands”, and expressed “among her kettles and ladles” as she makes, cools and labels “all the wild sauces of the brimming year”. It is a form of life that Oliver feels viscerally is able to “pour confusion out” — both, in fact, in her grandmother’s life and, potentially, in her own in so far as she can herself imitate this kind of living.

One thing Oliver already knows during this green summer as she, too, hurries in seeking her own answer to life — not on this occasion by physically hurrying between kitchen and orchard but, instead by engaging in an abstract hurrying between “books and music and circling philosophies” all whilst sitting in her grandmother’s kitchen — is that all her hard, propositionally orientated seeking (good though it may be in other areas of her life) “could not solve the mystery of the trees” and, likely as not, was not going to be able to “pour confusion out”.

Oliver’s genius as a poet is to have found in her writing ways of asking and answering the question of the meaning of life in a manner analogous to the way her grandmother asked and answered it. Indeed, it seems to me, that Oliver’s poems are her versions of her grandmother’s wild sauces, they are made only after having gone out into the trees of the orchard of the world on uneducated feet (that is to say without any foregone conclusions and theories) to collect the fruit of experience so as to come back to her kitchen (her desk) and her pencil and paper (her kettles and ladles) so as to cool (that is to say reflect and meditate) and label (that is to say write a first draft of a poem) from what she has found so that it can be published and brought to us as a kind of jar of wild sauce (her published poems). Like a jar of wild sauce a poem has to be tasted, imbibed by us as whole beings. A poem, as you will know, simply cannot be reduced to mere propositions about the world! No, you must taste them and on tasting them you begin to sense how confusion is poured out and meaning enters life. Then, when the jar of sauce is finished, the process must be begun again — for just as there is always the need for a new bottle of sauce, so there is always the need to bring a new poem into being.  

This whole activity, this form of life of poem making from the wild fruits of experience, has helped pour confusion out for Mary Oliver as wild sauce-making helped pour out confusion for her grandmother.

To achieve this Oliver has consistently followed the simple method expressed in that single stanza from “Something” we heard earlier:

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

But a major problem for most of us comes in the telling about the pouring out of confusion we have experienced in paying attention and being astonished. This is because it is so easy to think we have to do the telling propositionally (mea culpa, mea maxima culpa). But it seems to me that what we need to do in our own individual ways — as Oliver’s grandmother did, as Jesus did, and as Mary Oliver continues to do — is find ways to tell by showing others (and ourselves) a form of life that has meaning.

Our telling — as individuals and a community — needs somehow to become a showing; to show our own versions of running between kitchen and orchard, of our collection of shining fruits held in our eager hands, our kettles, ladles and cooled and labeled wild sauces — a showing that can somehow solve on a day by day basis the mystery of the trees and, indeed the mystery of our own life.

All of these thoughts finally bring me back to one of my favourite poems by the eight-century Chinese poet and religious, Layman P’ang (740-808), who beautifully wrote:

My daily affairs are quite ordinary;
but I’m in total harmony with them.
I don’t hold onto anything, don’t reject anything;
Nowhere an obstacle or conflict.
Who cares about wealth and honour?
Even the poorest thing shines.
My miraculous power and spiritual activity:
Drawing water and carrying wood.

(Quoted in Stephen Mitchell’s "The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry", New York: Harper Perennial, 1989)

There is, of course, no single way this miraculous power and spiritual activity that gives meaning to life is experienced and can then shown to others. This means we have to accept an almost unimaginable plurality of life-expressions in a free-religious community like this, none of which can be passed on to another person via propositional statements of the kind, "Unitarians’ believe a, b, c, and d" — No! Instead, the meaning of life must be shown in our own relationships and dispositions to towards, not only other people's miraculous power and spiritual activity but also towards the wondrous trees, kettles, ladles and bottles of wild sauces, mustard seeds and yeast.

Some black and white (and two colour photos) of a ride out into the Cambridgeshire Fens

21 August 2020 at 20:48
I took a longish (32 mile) ride out into the Cambridgeshire Fens yesterday to blow some Covid cobwebs from out of my head and, as always on such trips, I took a few photos along the way which I include below for your pleasure. After a packed lunch (home-made egg-mayonnaise sandwiches, a few peanuts, an apple and a flask of tea) at the Upwell washes I spent a further constructive half-an-hour continuing to re-read Walter Kaufmann's translation of Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra, the translation (in his The Portable Nietzsche) which, in my teens, introduced me, and countless others, to Nietzsche's important work. I remain convinced that Kaufmann's humanist take on Nietzsche is one worth taking very seriously, not least of all in these strange and discombobulating times we find ourselves in. If you are interested you can hear an introductory talk to Nietzsche by Kaufmann recorded in 1960 at the following link:


So, here are the photos. They were all taken with my Fuji X100F and are straight out of the camera jpegs except for the colour photo of the graffiti (what do those figures mean, if anything?) on the railway bridge on Stourbridge Common which I cropped to 16:9. Just click on a photo to enlarge it.

Enjoy!






















The quay at Kirby-le-Soken and the Naze at Walton, Essex

16 August 2020 at 14:30
The quay at Kirby-le-Soken and the Naze at Walton, Essex
All photos taken with a Fuji X100F
Just click on a photo to enlarge it

The quay at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The quay at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The creek at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The creek at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The creek at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The creek at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The quay at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The quay at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The quay at Kirby-le-Soken, Essex

The cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

From the cliffs at the Naze at Walton, Essex

The Naze at Walton, Essex

The tower on the cliff-top at the Naze, Walton, Essex

The Sociologist Who Could Save Us From Coronavirus—a recommended article by Adam Tooze

7 August 2020 at 10:17
Ulrich Beck (1944-2015)
Back in 2011 I got hold of a copy of Ulrich Beck’s, then recently published book, A God of One’s Own. I was, and remain, very taken with much of what he said in it. A good example of how I have tried to use his insights in my own work can be found in the following address I gave in July 2019:


But, despite being so taken with his words, what I never did was go back to read his most famous book The Risk Society; you know what it’s like . . . I had other subjects and thoughts on my mind that seemed more important to follow up. But that was then and this is now, and the COVID-19 event has changed/refocussed so much of both my own and wider society’s thinking, so, when I saw the following article by Adam Tooze on the webpage of the Foreign Policy magazine (which draws on the insights found in The Risk Society) I was already primed to click the link and read the article. It strikes me as the most helpful piece I’ve yet read on why the COVID-19 event has been so discombobulating to our culture and what kind of strategies we may have to employ to get through this event in the best way possible. In short, I’d highly recommend to readers of this blog that, like me, they click through to the article and take a look.

By Adam Tooze 

The Lestrygonians, Cyclopes and angry Poseidon are real and prowling once again through our world — a critical re-reading of Cavafy’s “Ithaca” on the twentieth anniversary of my ministry with the Cambridge Unitarians

1 August 2020 at 13:13
The last three Cambridge ministers, l. to r.
John McLachlan (1967-1976)
Frank Walker (1976-2000)
Andrew Brown (2000-)
This Sunday, twenty years ago, I became the minister of the Cambridge Unitarian Church. When I realised this anniversary was rapidly approaching, I slipped for an hour or two into a profoundly reflective mood and began to wonder if any text were available that might be able to help me to better gauge and understand the big shifts that have occurred in my own thinking/acting which have come about thanks to the innumerable intra-actions in my life as a minister over the last two decades; a time during which religion (especially post-9/11) “as both debate and way of life has not crumbled in the face of an apparently inexorable rationalist, scientific, modernising Enlightenment and globalisation of the market economy” and which, contrary to most liberal expectations, has “retain[ed] a potency and strength which remains far in excess of its ability to explain” (Peter Thompson, introduction to Ernst Bloch’s Atheism in Christianity, Verso Press 2009, p. ix).

I quickly recalled (I do not know why) that in my first year here I gave an address which took as its text, C. P. Cavafy’s (once well-known) poem “Ithaca” in Rae Dalven’s translation. The poem’s images are, of course, drawn from Homer’s epic poem “The Odyssey.” Here it is:

—o0o—

Ithaca
C. P. Cavafy (1863-1933), translation by Rae Dalven

When you start on your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
Do not fear the Lestrygonians
and the Cyclopes and the angry Poseidon.
You will never meet such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your body and your spirit.
You will never meet the Lestrygonians,
the Cyclopes and the fierce Poseidon,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not raise them up before you.

Then pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
that you will enter ports seen for the first time
with such pleasure, with such joy!
Stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and corals, amber and ebony,
and pleasurable perfumes of all kinds,
buy as many pleasurable perfumes as you can;
visit hosts of Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from those who have knowledge.

Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all that you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have taken the road.
But she has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not defrauded you.
With the great wisdom you have gained, with so much experience,
you must surely have understood by then what Ithacas mean.

—o0o—

My former, idealistic self at a church tea-party in 2000
As an idealistic, young minister (just out of ministerial training and a theology degree at Oxford University and with a liberal, white, Euro-centric, Enlightenment, Unitarian inspired utopia very much alive in my heart — aka my “Ithaca”) I suddenly found myself working in the equally privileged environment of central Cambridge. Consequently, this poem could, perhaps, only have been read by me in the optimistic, liberal and individualistic way I did. I thought that I — and the members of the Unitarian church — were best thought of as being individual people on a freely chosen journey of personal discovery and enjoyment living lives that were, in their own ways, latter-day versions of the 17th and 18th century “Grand Tour”. The general, John Rawls inspired opinion (with which I then agreed), was that as long as our thoughts remained “lofty” and we only allowed “a fine emotion” to touch our bodies and spirits we would never need to fear meeting LestrygoniansCyclopes, nor angry Poseidon along the way. Were we to meet anything like these two, man-eating monsters and this angry sea-god (more about them in a bit) it would simply be our own fault because, in early twenty-first century Britain (the Britain of Tony Blair’s increasingly neoliberal, Third Way project), they were now no more than purely internal, psychological-spiritual menaces that we, the superior, wise travellers, could and should be able to keep them at bay by the judicious use of reason (honed by my civilised encounter with learned and wise “Egyptians”) and the soothing “fine merchandise” we were able to buy at the Phoenician markets  at which we stopped now and then (like the Grand Arcade opened in that fateful year of 2008). Yes, Cavafy told us, we were to keep Ithaca in mind as we continued on our spiritual and philosophical Grand Tour, but we weren’t to worry ourselves about “hurry[ing] the voyage at all” because we could be assured that it was better to let it last for long years; and even to anchor at the isle when we were old (presumably in our comfortable, well-equipped “yachts”), rich with all that we had gained on the way and not expecting that, after all, Ithaca would be able to offer us any riches we would really then want.

But only a single year into my ministry I recall thinking about whether I should be crossing my fingers behind my back as I wove my naive, liberal, privileged nonsense on that Sunday morning some two decades ago.

With Shirley Fieldhouse at my formal service of induction, Sept. 2000
Cambridge, for all its tourist-attracting shine and bauble and balm emporia, is the most unequal and economically divided city in the UK and the Cambridge Unitarian Church lies at its centre, right opposite the city’s (laughably inadequate and poorly situated) bus station. Thanks to this, Susanna and I quickly began to come into contact with all kinds of people undertaking all kinds of journeys. Many of the travellers we met were on their own versions of Cavafy’s “Grand Tour” but many, many others were not. These others were on journeys made, not out of choice, but ones forced upon them by complex mixes of domestic violence, religious conflict, war, bankruptcy, international economic collapse, famine, drought, statelessness, homelessness, mental health breakdowns, drink and drug problems and many more things besides. Consequently, on the doorstep of the church and manse, we quickly began to encounter all kinds of homeless refugees, migrants, former servicemen and women, abused women, and bankrupts. Susanna became very involved with the charity  Winter Comfort as their Volunteers Manager and I did what I could on the one-to-one, personal level that forms the basis of every city-centre, small-church ministry.  

Sharing a story with John McLachlan, minister between 1967-1976
These latter journeys were, as just indicated, not ones undertaken thanks to the pull of a beautiful and exciting adventure ahead, but enforced and truly frightening journeys undertaken because of some violent push out of places and situations where, given half-a-chance, they’d like to have stayed despite the dreadful difficulties they faced there. They were people on journeys that they all wanted to be over NOW, not on journeys to be extended for a lifetime. They were people who often couldn’t afford to buy even the basic necessities of life (let alone “fine merchandise”) and who had absolutely no opportunity to engage in the luxury of learning wisdom by lingering at the feet of “wise Egyptians.”

For them the LestrygoniansCyclopes and angry Poseidon were not only internal, psychological-spiritual menaces (though they were assuredly those as well) but also real, physical presences in their lives. When you are a vulnerable and marginalised person (especially if you are of the “wrong” colour or religion and/or look shabby and dirty) you will assuredly meet many people like the giant, man-eating, rock throwing, Lestrygonians who want to sink your boat and/or kill or drive you away from their land; you will assuredly meet giant, one-eyed Cyclopes who will force you to become a “nobody” (an “outis” who has to hide their true identity in order to survive) and who will lock you up and abuse you for being forced to beg/steal absolutely necessary provisions simply to stay alive; you will, especially if you are a migrant fleeing war and poverty from outside these dark isles, meet the angry god Poseidon in the form of the rough, life-threatening stormy sea across which you have been forced to travel and which is patrolled by boats containing crew, some of whom are assuredly Lestrygonians and Cyclopes. They are people who, on arriving at Ithaca (whether their Ithaca was the UK in general or specifically Cambridge City) are not going to be able to linger luxuriously outside in their “yachts”, wealthy with all they’ve gained on the way, but people desperate to make landfall and to experience just a little of the hoped for riches and opportunities of Ithaca itself. But on landing even that hope is quickly taken from them because Ithaca is, indeed, a poor place and they find they have been fooled, not least of all because it turns out to be another outpost of Lestrygonians and Cyclopes, and one that all too often willingly worships at the altar of the angry god Poseidon.

This latter picture has, alas, only become ever more true during the twenty years of my ministry. My experiences (all shared with Susanna who has been an endless, loving support throughout) have meant that I now cannot read Cavafy’s poem without being quietly (and occasionally, like now, less than quietly) enraged, sickened and offended by it and my own, former, way of interpreting the text. My experiences (minimal though they have been in comparison with those of other, ministerial colleagues) coupled with a careful reading of the Hispanic social-ethicist and theologian Miguel A. de La Torre, the recent resurgence of the Black Lives Matter campaign following the brutal murder of George Floyd, the rapidly increasing climate emergency, the challenge to democratic forms of government and, of course, the COVID-19 event, has hammered home to me (with life-disturbing force) the vital importance of re-reading all my once cherished texts (poetic, library biblical, philosophical, theological) through the eyes of those who have been, and still are being, marginalised by our dominant culture and forcing them to become refugees and migrants (internally and externally).

To borrow and repurpose some words from Marx and Engels’ Communist Manifesto of 1848 (one of my own, cherished, foundational texts that, of course, also needs to be reread in the light of the above) as I arrive at my twentieth anniversary I find that all which I once thought was solid has melted into air, all that I once thought was holy is profaned, and I find that I am at last being properly compelled to face with sober senses, the real conditions of my and other people’s lives, and my relationships with my fellow human beings.

From one perspective the foregoing might be read as the product of a very disappointed man. And that’s true, I neither can nor wish to deny this. But from another perspective I think the foregoing is also, therefore, the product of someone who has, at long last and thankfully, begun to wake up to (and properly intra-act with) how the world actually is, and this fact alone should, I think, be affirmed and embraced by me.

Fortunately, along with the philosopher Simon Critchley (whose work must also now be re-read) I’m a great believer that philosophy doesn’t begin in wonder (as Plato [Theaetetus 155d] and Aristotle [Metaphysics 982b] believed) but in disappointment of at least two major kinds: religious and political. Our culture’s (and my) religious disappointment arose from a loss of faith in the god/s of our forbears and which generated in turn “the problem of what is the meaning of life in the face of nihilism”. Our (and my) political disappointment has come “from the violent world we live in and raises the question of justice in a violently unjust world” (Infinitely Demanding, Verso 2007, pp. 2–3).

From where I am standing today it is precisely this deep disappointment (rather than Cavafy’s shallow wonder) that is helping to reignite my passion and drive towards achieving justice and fairness for all NOW, and that is why I choose to embrace (with huge trepidation and fear) this hugely challenging lesson.

Consequently, although I go away now on a month’s leave, severely chastened and disappointed, I go knowing, thank heavens, two things: 1) that the decks of my rather crappy, unseaworthy (philosophical/theological) boat are a great deal less cluttered with dangerous (and, frankly, useless) ideals than they were even six months ago and, 2) my ability to glimpse the world for what it is really like for most people is, just perhaps, beginning properly to emerge — though I must frankly acknowledge that my vision is still very, very poor thanks to the theological, philosophical, economic and political coma I’ve been in for most of my adult life.

So, I trust that when I return in September I’ll not only be little bit rested but also just a tiny bit more effective in finding new and better ways to join (as an enlisted Private and not an Officer) with those marginalised by our present culture and so help play a modest part in actually bringing about the kind of world Jesus thought was possible — not one founded in privileged luxury on, or at the end, of the journey (in, or moored just offshore, some mythical Ithaca) — but in people’s everyday, modest lives in the here and now. But I realise, for this to even have the faintest chance of occurring, I will be required to play my part in challenging and defeating the very real and very nasty Lestrygonians, Cyclopes and angry and ancient gods of war and violence that are again prowling through our world.

But, as we begin to do this necessary work (which will for a long time offer us all only blood, sweat, toil and tears) let’s not forget our culture’s own role in creating Lestrygonians, Cyclopes and angry and ancient gods of war and violence in the first place. The peace, justice and fairness for which we yearn can only truly come to pass when, as Jesus clearly knew, it finds ways to heal, include and involve those who were once our enemies.

A set of sepia photos taken in the Cambridge University Botanic Garden

28 July 2020 at 17:49
A set of sepia photos taken in the Cambridge University Botanic Garden All taken with a Fuji X100F (using the sepia  setting) Just click on a photo to enlarge it  

There is no going back, and no going outside of this event — we can only go forward into the new world that is always-already intra-actively emerging before us

25 July 2020 at 14:59
The Cambridge Unitarian Church taken last Tuesday afternoon Back on Saturday 28th March, one week into the official lockdown but two weeks into our our own church’s closure, I wrote a piece for you called Time will tell — ‘It is impossible to think in advance of experience, and no experience is merely empirical’.  The second half of the title is a line from the English philosopher and political theorist Michael Oakeshott’s (1901–1990) earliest book, “Experience and Its Modes”  ( Experience and Its Modes , Cambridge University Press, 1933, p. 117). Exactly 120 days later I’d like to return to and re-present a couple of the key points I made. The first was to take seriously the thought that “it is impossible to think ...

The Left, the Party and the Class—An essay on the future of the Labour left by Paul Mason

25 July 2020 at 12:12
Paul Mason (source)
This new essay by Paul Mason seems to me to be an important, thoughtful, measured & practical set of suggestions to all of us on the left, whether in the Labour Party or not. Thanks to Paul Mason for taking the time to work through these difficult & challenging issues & offering them up for conversation.

Highly recommended.

Sick of Surkov meddling in our politicians' brains . . . a disturbing thought following the publication of the "Russia Report"

22 July 2020 at 14:41
I’ve been very concerned for a while now about the methods employed by Vladislav Surkov, one of Vladimir Putin’s senior advisors and how those methods are clearly being deployed here in the UK, either by the Russians themselves or by increasing numbers of home-grown politicians, administrators, advisors and commentators.

Just to remind you, my most recent post about this was called “Vladislav Surkov’s dark arts and their appearance in the UK during the current (i.e. 2019) general election” (Dec. 2019). Against the background of the way the current British Government is continuing to (mis)behave, the publication of the “Russia Report” yesterday has only served seriously to increase my worries.

All I can do is raise the general matter again here and wave my arms about whilst shouting out as loudly and widely as my insignificant platform allows me: “For God’s sake look at what’s going on!”

So let me (ineffectually no doubt) draw your attention to the following official UK Government report and two articles. Please read them . . .

In the “Disinformation and ‘fake news’ (UK Parliament Report, 18 February 2019) we read:

259. We note as well the comments made by Vladislav Surkov, a senior advisor to President Putin, in an article published in the Russian daily Nezavisimaya Gazeta, on 11 February 2019. He said that “Foreign politicians blame Russia for meddling in elections and referenda all over the planet. In fact, it’s even more serious than that: Russia is meddling in their brains and they don’t know what to do with their changed consciousness.”

You can also read a report by Vladimir Isachenkov (a ‎correspondent based in Moscow for The Associated Press) about  Surkov’s piece in the daily newspaper Nezavisimaya Gazeta (from which the foregoing quote comes) at the following link:

Official: Russia’s political system a good model for others (11 February 2019)

And, lastly, you can also read an excellent piece in this week’s “Byline Times” by Hardeep Matharu in which she cites Surkov’s same words:

REFLEXIVE CONTROL: Boris Johnson is Doing Putin’s Job for Him (21 July 2020) 

The MARCH of LOOT by Peter Jukes

20 July 2020 at 20:03
For your dark delectation, a poem by the excellent Peter Jukes, soon to be illustrated by the equally excellent Guardian cartoonist, Martin Rowson.



The MARCH of LOOT by Peter Jukes

As the contest finally creaks
Into its last corrupted weeks,
So much is owed to the people who
Were robbed so often by so few.

Bombasts, blowhards, sound your horn,
Herald this disastrous dawn,
Moguls, oligarchs, raise a glass
As your chumps and champions pass.

In a bus, emblazoned in red, 
Farage and Bannon at its head,
Inside he waits for Trump to tweet:
This is the triumph of deceit.

Piffle, kippers, dead cats, whey -
The land of Shakespeare blown away,
Famed for gravity and honour,
Led by a dunce to ruin and squalor.

Far away, in warmer water,
Kitts and Nevis, Cyprus, Malta
Lucre glitters, laughs and flies 
Back to London where it buys...

Lawyers, bankers, spooks and hacks,
Shorting, leaking, legal attacks.
On the road to Downing Street, 
All these frauds and chancers meet.

Stolen rubles, hedge fund debt
All double down on this last bet
To bribe, blackmail, and take power
In Britain’s most inglorious hour.

Churchill, Cromwell, pale with shame
Freeze with horror at his name. 
Rooks are silent, lions mute,
At the vainglorious March of Loot.

Land of honour and fair play
Never saw a darker day.
As the doors of Number Ten
Close behind the hollow men
Who whistled up the dogs of race
And brought a nation to disgrace.

Weep Britannia, weep in grief.
Hope your neighbours bring relief.
Tell the truth - this cannot last.
Hold the faith, and hold it fast,
As clown, liar, cheat and fool, 
Boris Johnson starts his rule.

Greetings from Emmanuel Road, July 18th 2020

18 July 2020 at 10:46
The Cambridge Unitarian Church, Emmanuel Road 
Greetings to you all from Emmanuel Road. 

As in all previous weeks I trust this message finds you well (enough). Please feel free to call me at any time if that is not the case and/or you feel the need to have a natter about about anything at all, whether of great or lesser import. I’m always very happy to talk.

This week various things have conspired to make the writing of a new piece for you impossible. My apologies. However, three interesting conversations I had during the week with members of the congregation have allowed me to string together two earlier addresses and one liturgy that I’ve written/put together for you over the years.  

Needing to write these greetings in this fashion has, once again, served to remind me of both the richness and depth of experience and insight that exists within the local congregation and also of my long-term dream that we might become a “ministry-led”, rather than a “minister-led” church. Yes, ministers can (and sometimes even do) have an appropriate and healthy role in the life of a community by bringing to it important and valuable insights/skills which can help us steer safely between the ever-present dangers of Scylla and Charybdis but, in truth, we all know ministers are, in the end, and as one of our hymns puts it, but a single gem on a string of beads. 

So, let’s now turn to three other gems . . .

My first conversation was had by email (and then briefly on Zoom) with Celia James who, many of you will know, is a fine artist and teacher who studied, amongst other places, at the Camberwell School of Art. In the email Celia kindly sent me a beautiful, inspiring and poignant short film about one of her favourite potters, Richard Batterham about whose work I did not know. Watching the film reminded me that over the years I’ve had many encounters and friendships with potters (amateur and professional) which, whilst not inspiring me to become one myself, has left me with both a genuine love of their work and a particular appreciation of a potting-related religious/philosophical metaphor used by George Kimmich Beach about how we, ourselves, come to be “bowls” or “pitchers” — that is to say, unique examples of human being-in-the-world. You can watch the film here:

Richard Batterham — Independent Potter

You can read the address here:


Thank you, Celia!

The second conversation was had with Joy Magezis. I’ve known Joy off-and-on for a long while now but, in the last couple of years, it’s been a pleasure to get to know her even better thanks to her regular attendance at the evening service of mindful meditation which, as you now all know, is our congregation’s current morning spiritual practice. Joy, a writer, teacher and peace activist, is a long-standing member of the Buddhist community (sangha) that has gathered around the Vietnamese monk and peace activist, Thich Nhat Hanh. As those of you who have taken part in our mindful meditation will know, one of his prayers has a prominent place in our service. Given her long experience in the practice of meditation I’m delighted to let you know that Joy has kindly offered to lead our mindful meditation service in collaboration with other members of the congregation while Susanna and I take a much needed break during August.


Thank you, Joy!

As per our Chairman Andrew Bethune’s email to the congregation earlier today, you can join this Sunday’s meditation (led by me until August and then from September onwards) on Zoom. If you would like to join us and do not have the necessary link then please contact our Church Secretary, Brendan Boyle, via the contact page of our website. Look through the dropdown tabs to find "Secretary":


Please log in between 9.45 and 10am. The meditation starts at 10am sharp, and finishes about 10.50. There will then be a short break to allow you to stretch your legs, compose your thoughts, or put the kettle on. The ‘Time for Conversation’ will start about 11am, and if you aren’t taking part in the meditation, feel free to sign in during the break for the conversation. 

To get the most from the meditation, you will find it helpful to either print out the order of service, or display it in a second window. Here is the link: 


You might also wish to have a small candle or tea light to hand to light at a certain point during the meditation.

If you can’t come to the live Zoom meditation, at the following link, you can download an mp3 of the service I made for you back at the beginning of lockdown:


And, lastly, just a day ago, I had a conversation with Stephen Watson, a mathematician, musician and teacher (as well as our congregation’s treasurer), about the difficulty of knowing how best to describe one’s own “religious” or “spiritual” way of being in the world when traditional, monotheistic religious belief is no longer possible; a situation that obtains (to varying degrees, I realise) for most of us who attend this congregation. Naturally, each of us has to find their own ways to work through this question and find appropriate ways to describe their own way of being-in-the-world but my very interesting conversation with Stephen prompted me to draw his, and now your, attention to an address I gave at the beginning of December 2018. You can find this at the following link:


Thank you, Stephen!

I look forward to seeing some of you on Sunday morning and to talking with still others of you during the coming week.

With love and best wishes as always,

Andrew

Some things seen on an evening walk across Christ’s Pieces, Jesus Green & Midsummer Common Cambridge

16 July 2020 at 20:43
Some things seen on an evening walk across Christs Pieces, Jesus Green & Midsummer Common, Cambridge
All taken with a Fuji X100F
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Three sepia-toned views of the small backyard of the Cambridge Unitarian Manse

16 July 2020 at 16:07
Three sepia-toned views of the small backyard of the Cambridge Unitarian Manse
Taken with a Fuji X100F
Just click on a photo to enlarge 




A few photos taken on an afternoon walk from Cambridge to Fen Ditton across Stourbridge Common & Ditton Meadows

14 July 2020 at 18:14
A few photos from an afternoon walk from Cambridge to Fen Ditton across Stourbridge Common & Ditton Meadows All taken with a Fuji X100F Just click on a photo to enlarge it  

Rousing and soothing the savage breast — two further Unitarian related (re)discoveries made during my COVID-19 tidy-out . . .

11 July 2020 at 09:10
Chaos in the Common Room
Rousing and soothing the savage breast — two further Unitarian related (re)discoveries made during my COVID-19 tidy-out

As a couple of my recent “Greetings from Emmanuel Road” will have revealed I had to abandon my study in December 2019 because of some serious water ingress. As you can imagine, this left me with various, somewhat depressing and chaotic, piles of books and papers that needed seriously to be sorted out and reorganised. Although the lockdown has hardly been a positive experience for any of us, at the very least, it has given me the space in the common room and hall to start, and almost finish, this major sort-out and, for that, I'm grateful. Depressing and dispiriting through the task has sometimes been, one of the genuine upsides of it has been the uncovering of a couple of stashes of national and local Unitarian church related documents/pamphlets that were either already squirrelled away in the study I took it over in 2000 or which I have collected over the past twenty years and squirrelled away in there myself. Perhaps the most important fruit of this unexpected “archeological” endeavour has been the exciting (re)discovery of our long-forgotten, English Presbyterian, Green Street roots which I’ve been exploring with you over the last couple of weeks.

But I have made two other (re)discoveries in recent weeks that may be of interest to at least one or two of you. However, pleased be warned, although the second might bring a few of you some (relatively speaking) unalloyed, soothing pleasure, the first brings with it a significant theological, philosophical, ethical challenge that isn’t pleasant to consider rousing ourselves to meet . . .

Kenneth Mellanby 
So, the first discovery is connected to an important figure involved in the congregation a few years before my own ministry, Kenneth Mellanby (1908-1993). He joined the church in May 1929 whilst a student at King’s College and, most famously, went on to become the Director of the Monks Wood Experimental Station, Huntingdon, between 1961–74.

From the very start of my ministry here I was dimly aware of Mellanby’s work because, in the church, there is a memorial kneeler bearing his name (see photos below) and this had excited my curiosity just enough to ask one of the older members of the congregation who he was. However, I confess not to have thought about him again until the middle of June this year.

As some of you may recall, in one of my earlier “Greetings from Emmanuel Road”, I told you about the unexpected visit to the church site by a botanist, Chris Preston, who, during lockdown, was conducting a new survey of the flora of Cambridge walls, something last done in 1948 by John Rishbeth (‘The Flora of Cambridge Walls’ by J. Rishbeth, Journal of Ecology, Vol. 36, No. 1, Jul., 1948, pp. 136-148). Given the Cambridge botany connection it turned out, perhaps not surprisingly, that Chris been taught by Mellanby and, in a later email exchange, he told me that, amongst his colleagues, Mellanby had been widely admired and was “regarded as almost saintly.” This latter feeling was, it seems, born out of his refusal to patent, and thus financialise, his successful work show how to protect forest trees from their “most troublesome fungal pathogen.” In consequence, the fruits of his work were made freely available to all and, even though he could have become personally very wealthy through the patent process, he had chosen not to do this. As Chris said to me, surely correctly, “These days I suspect that he might have been in trouble from the University for not taking this opportunity!”

This interesting conversation and later exchange with Chris naturally served to put Mellanby back into my thoughts and the first thing I did was to seek out, online, a copy of his 1994 obituary in the Independent

It presented me with a picture of a very interesting and engaging man and I was particularly delighted to find that it contained the following passage which reveals the splendidly intra-active and conversational way he seems to have run Monks Wood. Whilst I was reading it I found myself hoping that Mellanby would have approved of our own move eleven years ago towards a more conversation-led style of meeting together

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[Mellanby] gave his team the freedom to explore areas beyond their immediate brief, he kept formal meetings to a minimum, an approach summarised by a notice in his room which read: ‘It would be better if all the time passed on committees were spent fishing.’ In contrast, informal meetings were de rigueur. Everyone was expected to take tea-breaks together, morning and afternoon, and fill up long tables as they arrived. In this way ‘communication’ between staff at all levels was ensured and ideas ‘buzzed’. Evening events were equally important and guests were often surprised that the salmon had been cooked and the wines chosen by the Director.

Delighted by this vignette, a day later, during my tidying out, I was excited to discover a copy of his 1971, Essex Hall Lecture (an annual, key note lecture given at the General Assembly of Unitarian & Free Christian Churches) called ‘The Threat of World Pollution’. I immediately made a mug of tea and sat down to read my new found treasure . . .

On the straightforwardly positive side of things, Mellanby presciently alerts his listeners and readers to many of the dangers of pollution that, in forty years since he wrote his paper, have proven to be the major contributors to the climate emergency our world is facing today. In doing this he tells us one task of his lecture was 

. . . to try to give an objective view of this problem. Should we be optimists or pessimists? Is the world becoming a better place for the majority of its inhabitants, or are we likely to destroy ourselves in the near, or distant, future? 

He goes on to add that:  

We have many “doomsday men” who are no doubt well-meaning, and worried about the future of the world and of mankind, but they often do more harm than good. By preaching about our doom with all the sadistic pleasure of the nineteenth century revivalist preaching hell fire, and by devoting so much attention to spectacular and yet unlikely causes of disaster, they may divert attention from the real dangers which could damage our environment permanently. They may, by calling wolf where there is no wolf, actually prevent action against preventable forms of environmental damage.

Now, I’m sure we will all respond positively to Mellanby’s recognition that certain kinds of negativity bring with them a very unwelcome and dangerous demotivational spirit. To put it in the colloquial speech of my own day, nobody likes being around “a neghead”. 

In his lecture Mellenby clearly did not want to be a neghead and throughout his lecture he continually, if quietly, reveals to us — in classic, gentle, liberal, Christian humanist fashion — his feeling that, although the dangers of pollution were very real and potentially doom-bringing, humanity, now seeing the dangers towards which he was pointing, would heed his and others’ warnings and actually change its destructive patterns of behaviour for the better. Here are a couple of examples of how he gently expresses this optimism:

I hope that we will carefully monitor all changes in global temperatures and air composition, so that if doom is indeed at hand we can take immediate and drastic international action.

Or 

I believe that we in Britain at least need not, and will not, suffer from increased levels of pollution. 

I imagine that many of you, having read his obituary and these words from his lecture (and I hope the whole lecture itself) will, like me, be powerfully struck by how false his general, background optimism/hope has proven to be. Every pollution-led catastrophe he thought might possibly occur but which (thanks to the concerted national and international activities of highly educated and reasonable men and women like him) he thought was actually highly unlikely to occur, has now occurred, and occurred in spades.

This (re)discovery of an important local Unitarian’s work in such an important and relevant field has served only to add weight to my deepening realisation that, although I continue emotionally to respond incredibly positively to earlier generations of optimistic/hope/reason/science-led characters like Mellanby (I can’t but help like the man), I find myself simultaneously utterly repulsed by the same liberal optimism/hope they (by which I also mean “we”) all too easily expressed again and again. I find myself wishing Mellanby had been a bit more of a “doomsday man” prepared to preach-up some environmental “hell fire” to frighten his liberal audience into recognising the need for immediate action (much as Greta Thunberg has tried to do for us during the last couple of years. See my address: This house is on fire). Reading Mellanby’s lecture in this, our own, critical moment of time, has only served to reinforce my general feeling that, as a matter of urgency, we liberals actively need to abandon our default optimistic/hopeful stances because they are clearly continuing to blind us to the need to act decisively and very radically NOW!, not just in terms of the environment but in connection with the wholesale destruction being caused by, amongst others, systemic racism, continuing attacks on democracy and, the pernicious (I would say evil) neoliberal project as a whole. I have absolutely no desire to be for you that doomsday man preaching hell-fire (who the hell would want to be that?) but I regret to tell you that I am ever more seeing the value of learning some practical lessons from those tricky, challenging and problematic ancient figures like Jonah and Amos . . . 

So, for those of you brave enough actively to seek out with me a practical, (human, Jesús centred) hope beyond hope by embracing the hopelessness of our current situation, I strongly recommend watching Miguel A. De La Torre’s recent keynote speech to some American Presbyterians that I have embedded below. Personally, I think he’s the most important theologian around and one to whom we should be listening very, very carefully indeed. For another Unitarian perspective on the basic insight outlined above about the significant problem with liberal hope/optimism — and one which has also listened closely to De La Torre — see ‘After the Good News: Progressive Faith Beyond Optimism’ by Nancy McDonald Ladd (Skinner House Books, 2019, pp. 131-132).


Another (re)discovery made during this grand clear out — though one which was clearly very different and less distressing and challenging from that above — was a Unitarian pamphlet from 1966 called “They Became Unitarians”. This tells the story of four people who had come to hold a Unitarian position after coming from either other Christian churches or from a secular position. Now I have hundreds and hundreds of Unitarian pamphlets and, on this occasion, I was planning simply to rebox them rather than to read or re-read any of them. But, for some reason, I was minded to open this, heretofore unread, one and, on its opening page, I came across the following paragraph:

The Music of Richard Hall 
The Rev. Richard Hall of Newton Abbot entered the Unitarian ministry last year after a distinguished career (which he continues) in music — as a teacher, performer and composer. He was up in London only recently to supervise a B.B.C. recording of his Third Symphony. A highly sensitive man in religion as well as art — indeed for him religion and art are coupled inseparably like Juno’s swans.

As a musician and minister of religion myself these words proved an irresistible draw and so, as with the Mellanby lecture earlier in the month, I immediately made myself a mug of tea and sat down to read my new, new found treasure. I’ll leave you to do that should you wish by clicking on THIS LINK. I quickly followed this up by checking for a biography on line and found this brief article by David Wright.

Naturally, all these things led me to do a search for some of his music. Alas, not a great deal is available (and certainly not his Third Symphony) but, thankfully, his Fourth Symphony is currently available on YouTube. It’s a recording of a live performance made in 1984 by the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Edward Downes. If you are attracted by twentieth-century British music influenced by Hindemith (and I assuredly am) then this will prove to be splendid, uplifting little gem. 


There’s also available a very good collection of piano and chamber music/songs AT THIS LINK which I would also recommend giving a listen.

Enjoy!

As always, I'd value your thoughts about any of the above or, of course, any of the other subjects explored on this blog.

Embracing Hopelessness: A keynote speech by Miguel A. De La Torre

6 July 2020 at 11:58
Recently (and especially and intensely during the lockdown) I've been reflecting (e.g. in my Easter Address HERE) on the important and challenging work of Miguel A. De La Torre (especially his extraordinary, must read trilogy: “Latina/o Social Ethics: Moving Beyond Eurocentric Thinking”, “The Politics of Jesús: Toward a Hispanic Political Theology” & “Embracing Hopelessness”) and I thoroughly recommend the video below to you:

The Green Street roots of the Cambridge Unitarian Church

1 July 2020 at 11:55
As I mentioned in my post last Saturday about the formal opening of our current church in January 1928, as far as I knew there was no organised, formal Unitarian/Socinian presence in Cambridge before 1875/6 when, as F. J. M. Stratton (1881-1960) our church’s very distinguished first chairman told the public meeting which followed the opening service, the congregation had begun to meet in the “smoky atmosphere” of a billiard room in Green Street. However, I was wholly unaware of the following, additional, claim made by Stratton in the same meeting that:

“The Unitarian Church was formed in 1680, and met in a chapel in Green Street until 1818, when the lease of the building fell in.”

Naturally, I wondered whether this were true. Fortunately, a member of the congregation, Brian Keegan, very kindly did some searching through an online archive of newspapers to which he subscribes and found two articles in the Cambridge Independent Press during 1906 which reveals Stratton was completely correct. Not only that but, as the second of the two articles will reveal, his decision to restart the Unitarian cause in Cambridge in the “smoky atmosphere” of a billiard room in Green Street was, almost certainly, motivated by the fact that we had begun our life there. In doing this he ensured that there is a real physical as well as spiritual, theological and philosophical continuity between our modern congregation and this very interesting and, at times, theologically very radical, meeting house.

Where possible Ive added hypertext links to my transcription below to help better reveal some of the background of various names mentioned in the text and, of course to reveal something of the noncreedal, Arminian, Socinian, Unitarian connections that abound. If you find anymore and/or better ones please let me know. To help orientate yourselves through the twists and turns of the story below, here’s a map of the scene taken from the marvellous Capturing Cambridge website. Click on the picture to enlarge it. You might also find it interesting to consult this town map from 1800 which shows another Presbyterian meeting house at the Trinity Street end of Green Street which is not mentioned in the texts below. Whats going on there? 



The Cambridge Independent Press, August 31, 1906, p. 4
A FORGOTTEN CAMBRIDGE MEETING-HOUSE. 
PART I. 

Many times writers have told the story of Cambridge Nonconformity so far as it regards the congregations at St. Andrew’s Street and at Emmanuel Church. But alongside of them there once existed another gathering at least as influential as they, whose history is quite forgotten and has never been put into print — the congregation of the old Meeting-house, long ago utterly vanished, on the north side of Green Street.

Even before the Toleration Act, that street had possessed a Nonconformist assembly. The returns of conventicles in 1680 record one which met at “Widow Elizabeth Petit’s house in Green Street,” and was ministered to by the Rev. Samuel Corbyn, a former chaplain of Trinity College. Eleven years before, the returns of 1669 record the same brave widow as sheltering in her house in St. Michael’s parish — the street is not specified — the only important congregation of Nonconformists that Cambridge then possessed. It consisted of about a hundred hearers ; and was ministered to by three divines who had been ejected in 1652 from Trinity and Clare under the Act of Uniformity :— Corbyn, and Oddy, and the apostolic confessor Holcroft. [See also this link.]

After the Toleration Act, we find a Congregational Church established in Green Street, with a settled meeting house. This meeting house lay some distance back from the street, and was — at any rate in modern times — accessible only through a narrow passage that ran between two houses. Such secluded situations were commonly preferred for the early Nonconformist edifices, as affording a useful protection against mob violence. As this meeting-house was (and always continued to be) private property, It may very well have been the selfsame building where Widow Petit had kept up Nonconformist worship in the days before Toleration. It lay on the north side of Green Street, and towards the Sidney street end of it. Its congregation was ministered to by an old Caius man, Thomas Taylor ; who after being master the endowed school of Swaffham, in Norfolk, became (in the time of Cromwell) minister of a small Independent congregation that met in the Shire-hall at Bury St. Edmund’s. (The parish-churches of that town were then in the hands of the Presbyterians). In 1662 the Act of Uniformity broke up this congregation ; and Taylor was “silenced” (though, as he held no endowed benefice, he cannot be ranked amongst the two thousand divines who were actually “ejected”). Soon afterwards he had to spend a year in Bury prison for the offence of Nonconformity. On his release, he went to London ; and supported himself by going into trade, but continued to preach as opportunities offered. Very soon after the Toleration Act, he settled at Cambridge as pastor of the Green Street congregation. In 1692 he published a book, “Jacob Wrestling and Prevailing,” which he had written in 1660 ; and it was followed in 1693 by his volume “The True Light.” These books show him stern against Quakers and other “despisers of ordinances,” but equally stern against liturgies. He seems to have been a moderate Calvinist and a quiet, thoughtful man. A friend of his describes him in 1692 as “a judicious and faithful minister who hath witnessed a good confession, and that in bonds, for the commandments of God.” In his book of 1693 he describes his Green-street flock as only “small.” It was much surpassed in numbers by the “Great Meeting,” in Hog Hill (i.e., what is now Downing-place), which was ministered to by the Rev. Joseph Hussey, and which is now represented by Emmanuel Church. That congregation was of Presbyterian origin, but in 1694 Hussey induced it to begin to follow Congregational usages, and in October, 1696, it carried them to the extent of devising a “church covenant,” by which the members bound themselves together. These innovations caused some to, give up church membership, though without ceasing to attend the Great Meeting ; but others to leave it altogether and join Green-street. These new comers obtained sufficient influence in Taylor’s church to induce it to cease to be Congregational, whereupon some of the older amongst its members seceded to Mr. Hussey’s flock.

Probably the smallness of the Green-street Church made it easy for a few zealous people to transform its system of government. But it must be remembered that the change was far slighter than it appears to us now-a-days, accustomed to think of “Presbyterianism” in its Scottish form. That form, with the close-knit centralisation of Presbyteries and Synods, was never generally adopted in England, even in the Commonwealth period. And when the Presbyterians organised themselves again, on the passing of the Toleration Act, they abandoned all attempt at centralisation. Their congregations were just as independent of each others’ authority as were those of the Independents themselves. And practically the only difference between the two denominations lay in this — that the power of governing the affairs of a congregation, and especially of admitting new church members, was exercised amongst the Independents by a democratic vote of all its members, and the new member was received only on making satisfactory public declaration before them all of his religious faith. In a Presbyterian congregation, on the other hand, the power was regarded as altogether delegated to the minister and office bearers, and the new member was required to satisfy them alone. The close alliance of both branches of Nonconformity in Cambridge in even their very earliest days is well attested by the fact that, about 1690, on the death of Francis Holcroft (the ejected Fellow of Clare, who had been in days of persecution. “the Apostle of Cambridgeshire”), the preface to his funeral sermon was signed jointly by Taylor as the minister of the Congregationalists, and by Joseph Hussey as minister of the Presbyterians. In Thoresby’s letters (preserved in the British Museum) there is mention of a Rev. Thomas Leavesley as having settled in 1697 as minister at Cambridge ; so he very likely came to be colleague to the aged Mr. Taylor. Leavesley afterwards became minister at the Old Jewry, 1726, and died in 1737. He must have been a man of “broad” tendencies, for at the Salter’s Hall controversy, he voted with the party who opposed subscription to creeds. As he came in 1697, just a few months after there had seceded from Hog-hill the Presbyterian group who joined Green-street, and led it to change to Presbyterian usages, it is possible that this change brought about the call of Mr. Leavesley.

In November, 1700, Mr. Taylor died, aged seventy-five, and was buried in the meeting house. It is wrongly stated in Calamy’s great history of early Nonconformity that Hussey then succeeded to his pulpit. Hussey was busy in a far larger congregation. His actual successor (probably from 1701 onwards) was the erudite James Peirce, afterwards famous at Exeter. In 1701, Peirce became a trustee of the Hog-hill Chapel so he must have been already settled In Cambridge. He was a Congregationalist by origin, but had received his ordination from Presbyterian ministers. He had received a University education at Leyden and Utrecht. In 1701 he was now eight and twenty. At Cambridge he formed an acquaintance with one of the best known of the Professors — the mathematician Whiston — which led to results important, through both of the men, to the history of English controversial theology. Peirce was orthodox until some years after he left Cambridge, and so was Whiston, but they ultimately became the most prominent Arians of their generation. When Peirce first came he found his little congregation in Green-street “a discontented people,” but he left them contented and happy. He came only intending to stay three years, but did stay six. By 1708 he had settles as minister at Newbury.

At Cambridge his usual custom was to go into his study when the curfew rang at nine, and to sit till four or five in the morning, and yet be never thought the time long. His study looked into a churchyard. One night (see the “Monthly Repository” for 182l, p. 330) he looked out of its window, and saw in the churchyard a horse without a head. He watched carefully, and saw it move on its four legs just like any other horse. He had no belief in ghosts, and determined to satisfy himself, so he returned once or twice to the window, but there it always was. Next morning he looked again, and found it was the horse which was all white, with a head that was quite black, and which therefore was quite black, and which therefore was not to be seen in the dark so easily as the rest of the animal could be. This went, he said, to confirm his opinion that all ghost stories, if carefully sifted, would equally easily disappear. Though so cool and calm an inquirer, yet he retained sufficient Puritan prejudices to refuse to go to his owe daughter’s wedding because she was to be married with a wedding ring. The anecdote recalls the fact that, just about a hundred years later, the illustrious Robert Hall, during his Cambridge ministry, lodged in Petty-cury, in rooms overlooking St. Andrew’s Churchyard, and that the first symptom of his becoming insane was his delusion that he saw “the gravestones rise in rapid succession from the graves, and beat against the church tower like boys playing at fives or tennis.”

It seems to have been hard to find a suitable successor to him, for by 1715 Hussey bitterly accuses them of having had twenty ministers in the fifteen years — of course, mere “supplies.” In that year their congregation had some three hundred persons associated with it. Hussey’s had eleven hundred.

C. S. K.
 
The Cambridge Independent Press, September 7, 1906, p. 4
A FORGOTTEN CAMBRIDGE MEETING-HOUSE. 
PART 2.

In 1715, the Green Street congregation had as its pastor the Rev. John Cumming, a Presbyterian, born in Ireland and ordained in Scotland. He removed in 1716 to London. Then George Wightwick became their pastor, but in 1720 removed to a Colchester congregation. Peirce had never distinctly called himself Presbyterian; but Cumming and Wightwick did.

In 1721, the Green Street congregation (still numbering some three hundred), invited to its pulpit the afterwards celebrated James Duchal; whose history, like Peirce’s, may be read in the “Dictionary of National Biography.” He ultimately became one of the most famous men in the history of Irish Presbyterianism ; but he always declared that his years in Cambridge had been “the most delightful part” of all his life. In 1728, during his Cambridge ministry, Duchal published a little volume containing three sermons on “The practice of Religion” which affords striking evidence of his own mental calibre, and therefore, presumably, of that of the congregation who had chosen him. The sermons read to us strangely modern. Unlike other Nonconformist discourses of that period, they quote freely from secular history ; and they are expressed not in Puritan diction, but in that of Addison. They recall the writings of the Cambridge Platonists ; and, in dignity and simplicity, their strain is that of the best pieces of Fenelon. A very competent critic (Principal Gordon, of Manchester) recently pronounced them “perhaps the most spiritual sermons that that period of English theology produced.” We may quote from them a few sentences :—

“A man must taste something of heaven here or he will never see it hereafter.” 

"We are in heaven now ; and at death we de but go into a higher station in it.”

“All the laws of morality may be summed up in this one, ‘be happy.’” 

“What is holiness but the conformity of our dispositions and actions to eternal reason! Therefore religion is nothing but the practice of reason.”

As Hussey had left Cambridge in 1720, and some twenty years elapsed before this Hog Hill congregation obtained any really able successor to him, we may conclude that Duchal would attract many of their people to Green-street. But in 1730, he left Cambridge and entered upon his brilliant career amongst the Presbyterians of Ulster. Two years later, when the Rev. Samuel Bourn, a Presbyterian Minister in Lancashire, was removing to Birmingham (in the history of which town he played a prominent part for the next twenty years), we find him vainly urged to wait awhile, as a call was coming to him from “the two congregations at Cambridge,” and he might be the means of combining them into one church. No doubt the congregations would be Green-street and Hog Hill ; for the latter pulpit was also vacant then. Bourn, however, did not come ; and Duchal was succeeded by John Notcutt, who left soon after 1740. In 1741, Notcutt gave hospitality to Dr. Doddridge, who visited Cambridge in June, and was “very respectfully received” by the authorities in several colleges, and who found as regards creature-comforts that “in Cambridge everything is exceedingly good in its kind, particularly the tea.” Doddridge in his letters twice describes Mr. Notcutt as “the dissenting minister” of Cambridge ; so the Green-street congregation must at this time have been decidedly the most important in Cambridge. Mr. Condor was then only beginning at Hog Hill (i.e., the Downing Place of to-day) that successful ministry which permanently shifted away the relative importance of Green-street.

In 1743, a pupil of Doddridge’s, Mr. Marshall, came to Green-street as minister ; but apparently to but a thorny field. For a hope is expressed that he will “revive vital religion” in his people, and that they “will retrieve their honour,” and it is feared that he will “soon become uneasy there,” (Doddridge’s Correspondence, vol. IV. 27, 212). How soon he left does not appear ; but in 1750 there came the Rev. Richard Jones, who also had been a pupil, and even for a time the secretary, of Dr. Doddridge. In an obituary of him in the Gentleman’s Magazine for 1800 (p. 1,005), a very pleasant and amiable character is given of Mr. Jones. “At Cambridge, without betraying his principles, be lived in harmony with all the members of the University, and with many of them in the strictest intimacy and friendship.” He seems to have been a broad-minded and practical preacher. From Cambridge, he removed to the Crosby Hall Congregation in London, and afterwards to a congregation at Peckham. He died at Greenwich in 1800. His essay on “Friendship with God” was republished as recently as 1847 by the advice of an Anglican bishop.

Jones was followed about 1762 by Samuel Henley, from the Daventry Academy. He was a clever youth, but the congregation did not prosper under him. In 1769 he joined the Established Church. The “Dictionary of National Biography” tells us that, after passing some years in America, he became in 1782 Vicar of Rendlesham, and rose subsequently to be Principal of the famous East India College at Haileybury. He died in 1815. On his leaving Green-street, the chapel was closed for about two years. Then, in 1772, came another student from the Daventry Academy, John Robotham, “nearly, if not quite, a Socinian.” Besides being heterodox, he was tedious, and, under these two disadvantages, his little congregation dwindled rapidly. He left about 1778. The meeting-house was then closed, and the Presbyterian congregation disappeared. Some of its members took themselves to the Independents at Hog Hill ; others to the Baptists in St. Andrew's-street, then flourishing under the brilliant and masculine ministry of Robert Robinson (1760-1790), the most dramatic figure in the whole history of Cambridge Nonconformity.

In 1781 the closed Green-street chapel was re-opened as a Congregational Church by John Stittle, of whom Professor de Morgan has preserved some graphic recollections. John Stittle (miscalled “Stettle” by Byron in 1811 in the “Hints from Horace”), was born at Madingley in 1727, and died in 1813. He was one of the many Cambridgeshire converts won to piety by the eccentric clergyman, John Berridge, the friend of Wesley. He was a hedger and a thrasher, could read well, but never could write. This had the advantage of compelling him to preach extempore ; (and some people are said to wish, for the sake of the same advantage, that all preachers were blind). An anecdote, which Professor de Morgan has immortalised, represents him as saying, in contempt of academical learning, “D’ye think Powle (i.e., St. Paul) knew Greek?” But Professor Adam Sedgwick, the eminent geologist, declined this anecdote quite incredible, and utterly at variance with the strong mental powers which Stittle possessed. When Mr. Simeon, who had befriended Stittle, preached a University sermon, in which he stated Calvinism more moderately than had been usual with him, some of those Dissenters who had occasionally attended his church became offended at his apparent change of views, and consequently transferred themselves altogether to Stittle’s chapel. Simeon, nevertheless, did not resent this, and ultimately he very generously made Stittle a permanent quarterly allowance, which, he jocularly said. was “for shepherding my stray sheep.” (The tradition of this raying was preserved by a person who had often been employed by Simeon to carry the money). Stittle remained to the end a high Calvinist. He used to say, “Arminians are like wood-pigeons. They say ‘Do, do, do’ all day long, but they are the laziest birds that fly.” He would have sympathised with the poet who wrote :—

“Go search Paul’s Epistles, you shallow Arminians, 
You'll not find one text to support your opinions.” 

He rejected all water baptism, either of infants or adults. He had a standing feud with the undergraduates. They used, as Byron suggests, to go to Green-street to ridicule the sermons, and would bring sparrows into the chapel and let, them loose. One man, seeing himself watched, put his cap in front of his face. Stittle grimly said, “In the Day of Judgment there’ll be no caps to hide your face in.” In old age he used to be carried to the chapel in a Sedan chair. An undergraduate called out to the bearers as they were carrying Stittle over Magdalen Bridge, from Castle End where he lived. “Drop him over the bridge into hell.” Stittle replied, “They can’t ; for my Master keeps the keys of hell.” One day he was met in Petty Cury by three undergraduates, who respectively accosted him, the one as “Father Abraham,” the next as “Father Isaac,” and the third as “Father Jacob.” He replied, “I am none of the three, I am merely Saul, son of Kish, sent to seek my father’s asses. And lo ! *have found them*.” He preached so long a series of sermons on David, that one of his flock complained, “You have picked all the flesh of David’s bone.” He replied, “Yes, and I shall now crack the bones and see what marrow is in them.” In one sermon he compared eternity to a clock so gigantic that it said “tic” in one century and “tac” in the next. Then suddenly turning to some undergraduates in the chapel he said : “Go home and calculate the length of that clock’s pendulum.” On one occasion when insulted by undergraduates he invited one of them to come to his house and share the “herby pie” supper of his family ; after which be induced him to stay on for family worship ; this resulted in the youth being led to think seriously of religion, and in his ultimately becoming a valuable clergyman. Stittle was four times married, and survived his fourth wife. He said that if he had known that he should survive her so many years he would have married a fifth one. (But he had not the foresight of the man who engraved on the wedding ring of the fourth wife, “If I survive I’ll make them five.”) In Dean Alford’s “Plea for the Queen’s English” there is given a powerful passage from one of Stittle’s sermons. He died in 1813, aged 85 ; and was buried in his chapel.

In 1815 his congregation took as his successor a Mr. Popplewell, for whom in 1818, as the lease of the old building had nearly expired, and the owner refused to renew it, there was hired at a rent of £40 by the few survivors of the congregation, a building on the south side of Green-street. This, after one or two intervening pastorates, was ministered to by a Mr. Snelgar (whose daughter subsequently became the wife of Mr. Shilleto, the great Greek scholar.) Under Mr. Snelgar troubles arose (apparently from his wishing to introduce more modern forms of worship, such as ceasing to read out the hymns line by line); and the congregation came to an end. Their new meeting place was subsequently hired by the Wesleyans; afterwards by the Union Society ; and, still later, by the Reform Club. It is now a billiard-room, in the yard adjoining No. 29.

The older meeting house, the one where Stittle himself had ministered, was hired in 1819 by a small and newly-formed flock of highly Calvinistic Baptists. But about 1820 they migrated to a new chapel which they had built in Fitzroy-street, on land that was part of a piece called, “The Garden of Eden.” Hence the name “Eden” was given to their new chapel. For in 1826 Green-street underwent a reconstruction, and the old chapel was pulled down. Stittle’s grave accordingly was opened, and the body was found perfect. But in a few minutes it fell to dust, leaving only the skeleton, which was reinterred at Eden Chapel.

C. S. K.

Site of the first Green Street Chapel (the white, yellow and white frontages) 

Location of the former passage way that led to the
second Green Street Chapel (later Wesleyan)
and, eventually, Stratton’s Billiard Room

A thought relevant to our own age following a re-reading of the opening of Herbert Spencer’s (1820-1903) “First Principles” (1862/1893)

30 June 2020 at 17:30
The cover of my 1893 edition  As my last post will have revealed, I’m slowly trying to get my books back into my study after seven months of exile due to some serious water ingress caused by our neighbour’s failure to maintain their gutters properly, coupled with what was clearly a poor initial build. But don’t let me get started about that! Anyway, this has meant I have had in my hands many volumes which I have simply not opened for years. One of them is my copy of Herbert Spencer’s (1820-1903) “First Principles” (Fifth Edition, 1893) given to me in the 1990s whilst I was studying theology at Harris Manchester College, Oxford. On the fly leaf I see that, in 1960, it was owned by Colin Birtles of Liverpool who, if I’ve got...

A further meditation upon the Cambridge Unitarian Church's history and its relevance for us today

27 June 2020 at 15:04
My study wall ready for replastering and re-painting  
As some of you know, in December of last year, I was forced to vacate my study because water from the poorly constructed and maintained gutters on the building next door began significantly to seep into the room. It was only last week that the work of repairing and redecorating the study was finally finished. “Alleluia!”, say I, and my thanks go out to the committee for helping to progress this work — work that was, naturally, massively delayed by the arrival of the pandemic amongst us. My especial thanks go to our treasurer, Stephen Watson, who had to deal with our, not always helpful, insurers. Without his sterling work I would not be able gratefully to have started moving back into my study during last couple of days.

My study, damp, sorry and abandoned 
Anyway, in December 2019, everything in my study had to be either boxed up and taken out to stored in the organ loft or piled up high on the dry side of the room and there everything remained until the lockdown began on the 24th March 2020. However, once the hall and common room were definitively closed to public use I decided that the time was right to abandon the tiny kitchen table in the Manse and take over the Common Room as my study where I could sprawl about big time and try amongst, other things, to begin the necessary, and long overdue, process of sorting through and rationalising the accumulated clutter of twenty years of ministry here in Cambridge.

The Common Room, my temporary desk
and some of my associated clutter

As you know from my email of last week, in the process, I uncovered the various accounts of the opening of the church building in 1928 which I hope you have now all had the opportunity to read through. For ease of reference you can find the pdf of these documents by clicking on this link: Cambridge Unitarian Church Opening, January 1928.

When I first read them myself I was reminded me of a meditation I wrote for you back in February 2019 which drew upon that period of our history to explore the, to me, very strange case of our church’s altar/table. Should you wish to you can read this address by clicking on the following link: “When is a table not a table? When, perhaps, it's an altar?—Some Christian a/theist thoughts inspired by Heidegger and Bonhoeffer.” 

Now most of what appears in the accounts of our church’s opening I already knew about but I did not know about one major bit of information it contains, namely, something about the early history of our church in Cambridge.

F. J. M. Stratton (in the middle) surrounded by former ministers
of the congregation and, for a little while longer anyway,
the Beach Boys, the Beatles and Miles Davis.
What would he think?
As far as I knew there was no organised, formal Unitarian/Socinian presence in Cambridge before 1875/6 when, as F. J. M. Stratton (1881-1960) our church’s very distinguished first chairman tells us, the congregation began meeting in the “smoky atmosphere” of a billiard room in Green Street and I was wholly unaware of the following claim made by Stratton in the public meeting which followed the opening service:

“The Unitarian Church was formed in 1680, and met in a chapel in Green Street until 1818, when the lease of the building fell in.”

Was this true? Given we’re still in lockdown I cannot, of course, get access to any libraries but various bits of initial, intriguing information can be gleaned on line.

I firstly searched for a chapel on Green Street in Cambridge and was immediately directed to the wonderful Capturing Cambridge website run by the Cambridge Folk Museum. That site tells us the following piece of information:

“History of 5 Green Street: On the site of the houses numbered 5,4, and 3 stood an old Independent Chapel, dating back to 1688, generally known as the Old Green Street Meeting House, but later referred to Stittle’s Chapel, after the Rev John Stittle, who served his congregation here from 1781 until his death.”

Naturally, I next searched for some information on the Rev John Stittle and was directed to the webpage of the Eden Baptist Church which is now located in new buildings on Fitzroy Street almost opposite Waitrose and Greggs. Before going on you should  know that this church is an extremely conservative, Biblically fundamentalist one and, in my twenty year long engagement in ecumenical circles in Cambridge, I have never once encountered anyone from the church. It should be clear that if the orthodox Christian churches on the ecumenical scene are so completely shunned by the Eden Baptist Church then we Unitarians are deemed to be light years beyond even that pale. Naturally, the differences that exist between our respective churches will come as no surprise to any of you but, as you will see in a moment, the huge differences may well have a very local, even church-familial root. As the old adage goes the most bitter and long-lasting arguments are those had within the same family . . .  

So, the Eden Baptist Church website informs us that in 1669, in the Green Street home of a certain Elizabeth Petit, a congregation had begun to meet and it was they who built a meeting house there in 1688 which, following the Act of Toleration in 1689, finally became a legally constituted church. The website continues:

However the vitality that non-conformity had shown under persecution gradually ebbed away in its new-found freedom. Across all of England there was great downturn in religious life and permissiveness became the order of the day. The congregation in Green Street managed to continue its existence apart from brief closures from 1769 to 1772 and 1778 to 1781. New life came in what we now call the ‘Evangelical Revival’ with the preaching of Whitefield and Wesley. The effects of this revival were eventually felt in Green Street as a man called John Stittle was converted under the preaching of John Berridge of Everton, who saw a number of local revivals. Stittle became a preacher himself and in 1781 the Green Street Meeting House was reopened with him as pastor. Under Stittle’s rather eccentric ministry the church flourished. He could read, but not write, and university students used to come to ridicule him. Many stories are told of his running battle with the undergraduates. His godliness is demonstrated by one such story, where he invited an undergraduate who had been insulting him to come home and share his supper, after which the student stayed on for family worship. This led the under-graduate to consider religion seriously and eventually to become a preacher himself. Stittle was a high Calvinist and as a result even attracted some of Charles Simeon’s congregation from Holy Trinity in the Market Square when Simeon failed to state Calvinism as conservatively as they desired. When Simeon later heard that Stittle was in financial difficulty he sent him a regular allowance with a note saying ‘for shepherding my stray sheep’. Stittle died in 1813 and was buried in the Green Street Meeting House, by then known as “Stittle’s Chapel”.

A few years later this congregation moved to a building on the other side of Green Street and a group of Stittle’s followers began renting the original Meeting House in their place. This is the group that was to go on to become Eden Chapel. The link between Stittle and Eden is testified to by the re-interment of Stittle’s remains at Eden’s new chapel some years later, when they were disturbed by the redevelopment of Green Street.

The text above is infuriatingly ambiguous and does not make it clear whether it was those who stayed in the meeting house or those who “crossed the road” were the group that eventually formed the congregation which became the Eden Baptist Church. Stratton’s text reveals that he thinks it was the latter group because in his mind those who stayed in the meeting house were the Unitarians (or were at least meaningfully proto-Unitarian/Socinian). Hmmm, some serious digging and untangling clearly needs to be done here if we are to get to the bottom of this claim. Nor, of course, can we yet rule out that Stratton may simply have been misinformed.

However, what is evident is that some kind of schism occurred in the Green Street congregation between those holding orthodox Calvinist views and those holding a more liberal kind of theology. In a general, very circumstantial fashion, this supports Stratton’s claim because it was just such arguments and splits within Presbyterian, Independent and Baptist congregations that eventually led to the foundation of many of our oldest Unitarian congregations.

All in all, I have found myself gently amused by the emerging possibility that one of the most conservative churches in Cambridge and the most theologically liberal church in Cambridge may be children of the same Green Street Meeting House!

But this discovery (if discovery it really is) also serves to remind me of our own church community’s longer-term trajectory which is so, very, very different from the Eden Street Baptists. As I have occasionally reminded you, in his important lecture of 1920, “The Meaning and Lessons of Unitarian History”, the great Unitarian historian Earl Morse Wilbur (1886-1956) felt that, although a study of sixteenth- to eighteenth-century Unitarian history (which included the early Green Street period) did at first sight appear to teach us that the principal meaning of the movement had been “a purely doctrinal one” and that the goal at which we aimed was “nothing more remote than that of winning the world to acceptance of one form of doctrine rather than another”, the truth was actually very different. When one surveyed the whole of our history up to 1920, Wilbur felt sure that the “doctrinal aspect” of our churches was in fact only “a temporary phase” and that Unitarian doctrines were only “a sort of by-product of a larger movement, whose central motive has been the quest for spiritual freedom.” Indeed, his essay begins with a clear statement that “that the keyword to our whole history . . . is the word complete spiritual freedom.” The conclusion he delivered to his own day was that, thus far, we had hardly done anything more than remove certain “obstacles which dogma had put in our way” and had only just begun to “clear the decks for the great action to follow.”

Like our own Cambridge Unitarian Church forebears, for Wilbur, this “great action” was to create a relevant, liberative, free-thinking version of — or, perhaps, meaningful and genuine successor to — formal, conservative, doctrinal and belief-led Christianity, the kind of Christianity which our (apparent) cousins at Eden Baptist Church have only doubled-down upon.

Photo of William Copeland Bowie (1855-1936) that, once again,
hangs in my study.

To remind you, here’s how Dr. William Copeland Bowie (1855–1936) summed-up for us this liberative, “great action” in the concluding three paragraphs of his dedicatory address of January 1928:

Label on the reverse of the photo above (click on this to enlarge)
“In dedicating this Church we would unite in banishing from our souls all narrow thoughts, all mean desires, all selfish aims. May this building become to succeeding generations of young men and women a religious home. Here may anxious troubled spirits find relief and rest ; here may sorrowing hearts be comforted ; here may the despondent be led to face life anew with fresh courage ; here may those who have erred and strayed from right paths be restored and healed ; here may the power to withstand temptation be strengthened ; here may worshippers receive enlightenment for the mind, guidance for the conscience, and the incentive to lend a hand in seeming the betterment of the lot of the slum-dweller, the out-of-work poor, and the idle and luxurious rich ; here may the love of country be nourished on a patriotism which renounces foolish pride and empty vain-glory and rejoices in the welfare and happiness of the people of all lands ; here may the brave, joyous, trustful religion recorded of Jesus Christ inspire young and old, rich and poor, to tread the way of life that leads onward and upward to God.

It is a ‘Modernist’ Church that we would dedicate to-day. Whatever of wisdom, truth, and beauty the past has bequeathed to man, here may it be sincerely treasured and loved. Here, too, may the larger knowledge and the enriched experience of the living present receive ready and eager welcome. Above all, may the vision of a nobler world be kept always bright and clear and the door never be closed against any fuller, more perfect revelation of the Divine purpose and will which the future may have in store for the children of men. 

May the strength and beauty which the architect and the craftsmen have imprinted on this building have their spiritual counterpart in the strength and beauty of the religious faith which as the years come and go will find expression within these walls.” 

Now, me being me, I’d want to undertake with you a critical, forensic break-down of Bowie’s text and, in particular, to explore in depth what he meant (and how we, today, might radically reinterpret) the meaning and implications (then and now) of the terms, “God” (see, for example, in my address linked to above about our altar/table), “Christ”, “Modernist”, “Divine purpose” but, speaking personally, I can say without any hesitation at all, that I still find Bowie’s words pretty much spot on. Indeed, I write this thanking my lucky stars that I was called by this congregation to be the minister of a church which was opened with such still relevant, far-seeing, open-hearted, open-minded and deck-clearing words.

The site of the Cambridge Unitarian Church
before its construction in 1927,
with the current Manse to the right and . . . sheep.
Now I bring this before you because, during the next couple of weeks, we may, if we are lucky, be a little bit closer to being able to think about reopening our church again after what will have been about four months of enforced closure. To do this properly and safely we will, of course, have to make a number of important technical health and safety related decisions but, in addition to these important decision, it seems clear to me that any truly meaningful re-opening of our church after such a long and unexpected break will only happen in so far as each of us has made some attempt to engage in a serious meditation upon our congregation’s whole history and overall religious trajectory up to and including this moment in time. Only such a meditation stands a real chance of providing us with a secure, SHARED sense of where and why we are who we are today; only such a meditation can help us articulate the kind of SHARED vision we will need if we are to make our way successfully into and through the next century as honourable successors, not only to our forebears who gifted us the modern congregation (from 1875/6 onwards in the Green Street Billiard Room) and it’s beautiful buildings (1923 & 1927/8) but also, just perhaps, as honourable successors of our (re)discovered, rebellious forebears in Green Street Meeting House (or across the road) in the seventeenth-century.

Embracing and welcoming the figure of the migrant—Being also a meditation on the need to let go of the God of Monotheism and embrace an Ontology of Motion

20 June 2020 at 10:16
The Figure of the Migrant by Thomas Nail
Embracing and welcoming the figure of the migrant—Being also a meditation on the need to let go of the God of Monotheism and embrace an Ontology of Motion

As some of you will have seen in the last email from our Church Chairman, Andrew Bethune, one of our members (whom we gratefully share with one of the local Quaker Meetings), kindly alerted us to a local Quaker, online meeting organised last week called ‘Refugees: creating a humane not hostile environment.’

The movement of people caused by war, violence, famine, drought and/or the associated desire for better economic, social, political and religious conditions has always been part of the human experience. In the past, as now, this movement has often created in many people all kinds of fears and problems (real and imagined) and in our own age it is proving to be one of the most powerful drivers behind the rise in (mostly) right-wing, protectionist, nationalisms/racisms across the world which are continuously demonising/othering the figure of the migrant as some kind of abhorrent, hateful, threatening and, perhaps, even demonic, external force threatening the integrity of ‘our borders’ and ‘our identity.’ We all know where this kind of fear, hatred and border- and identity-reinforcing leads and it is no surprise that many of us desire to find effective ways to challenge this and help create for the migrant (and all people) a humane, and not a hostile, environment.

But, at least as I see it, there is a significant, even fundamental obstacle to us creating such an environment, namely, our culture’s inherited understanding of what it is for any thing to be the kind of thing it is. The technical name for the study of this question is ‘ontology’.

Roughly speaking, our inherited ontology (basically a Christian version of Platonism/Neo-Platonism) tells us that all things are created by (or emanate from) one, central, single, static, eternal and immutable source: ‘God’, famously described by the anonymous twelfth-century author of the ‘Liber XXIV philosophorum’ is conceived as being ‘an infinite sphere, whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere’.

But, as I have been pointing out for some considerable time now, for many of us in the world today our understanding of the way the world is and our place in it is now very different to that suggested by our inherited ontology. What nearly all the sciences and humanities are suggesting to us, from quantum/particle physics to anthropology/sociology, is that EVERYTHING is always already in motion and that even the most apparently eternal, static, self-contained things are themselves made up of matter in motion and, in time, they will all unfold themselves infinitely back into the flows, folds and fields of matter out of which they, and all things are continually being made and unmade. In short what it is for anything to be the kind of thing it is, it is to be in motion. This is an ontology of motion.

In turn, this means that every apparently solid, long-lasting, even to the point of seeming to be an ‘eternal’ thing, is, in truth, only a metastable material thing (as Lucretius thought, this would be true even of the gods). Here’s how the philosopher Thomas Nail explains metastability in a fashion which also serves to bring us back to the figure of the migrant:

‘A flow is a continuous movement of matter. Societies are produced and reproduced by accumulating a continual flow of materials such as water, wood, air, stone, metals, money, people, and so on. Instead of just letting rivers flow, trees grow, and people move, societies try and harness these flows by continually capturing them and iterating them again and again in a social “junction” or “cycle.” These cycles are what allow matters to become metastable, like eddies or whirlpools in a river. Each cycle siphons off a material flow, cycles it, and discards the waste. There are no perfect circles—only leaky entropic ones—so the quest of continual extraction continues. Once enough of these flows have been sustained in relatively stable cycles, the cycles can be ordered into much larger fields of social circulation. Some cycles are larger, more central, contain more sub-cycles, and so on—and at the limit of these large orders is where you find the emergence of what we call “borders.” Borders are the main operators that expel social waste, dispossess people outside, and fortify the final social junction so that the whole process of social circulation is secured and defended’ (Source).

In other words our societies/nations are all created/defined by constantly migrating material flows and NOT created, de novo, out of nothing (ex nihilo) by the fiat of some static, eternal, immutable God/principle/force. All apparently still centres are always and only the metastable consequences of ever-moving flows and not the other way round. This means that our ontology has always been ‘upside down’ — because ever-moving flows are a necessary condition of all apparently still centres. The very possibility of our identities (whether East Anglians, English, British, European, World citizens etc.) depends not on some eternal divine diktat or covenant, but on migrant, material flows — the migrant is what always-already makes us who were are.

I hope you can grasp that this turning ‘upside-down’ of our ontology (from one based on a static, eternal centre to one based on ever-moving material flows that create only metastable centres/circumferences) helps us see clearly that all our societies/nations are themselves metastable consequences of ceaselessly migrating (pedetic) material flows — including, of course, the ceaseless flow of migrating (pedetic) peoples with all their extraordinary material practices, tools, objects and ideas.

Having grasped this very different ontology (an ontology of motion) Nail wants us to see at least two consequences of it for our understanding of the figure of the migrant.

The first is that, as a

‘major constitutive social force throughout history . . . migrant voices and agency will be included in the social processes they themselves help to build and reproduce. Those who contribute socially and are affected socially should have the right to determine how they are affected socially.’ (Source)

This is vital because, again as Nail notes, at the moment

‘we are living in a global apartheid in which millions of migrants who form the backbones of so many social and economic systems are treated as if they are nothing or as if they were “illegal.”’ (Source)

The second consequence of adopting an ontology of motion is that it can help us see clearly that

‘Western civilization was founded on the dispossession and colonization of migrants (nomads, barbarians, vagabonds, and the proletariat). Western culture has also made it a strategic point to destroy and marginalize migrant histories.’ (Source)

I share with Nail a genuine hope that by consciously adopting an ontology of motion we can try to ‘recover these erased histories to supplement and even overthrow the currently dominant and exclusionary ones.’ (Source)

Amen, to that, say I!

In short, for us truly to help create for refugees (and, by extension, all migrants) ‘a humane not hostile environment’, one major (and I would argue essential) thing I think all of us must do, is to begin to let go of our inherited belief in the static, centralising, Platonic/Neo-Platonic God of monotheism and begin consciously to adopt an understanding of world that helps us see that what it is to be anything at all is to be something always-already material and in motion. With such an understanding in our heads, hearts and hands I have some hope that the figure of the migrant will come to be seen by us, not as an object of hatred and fear to be excluded on the other side of a border, but a figure to be embraced and welcomed (although always thoughtfully) into our leaky, entropic circles of belonging (and vice versa, of course) as a beautiful, tangible, material expression of how everything, but everything, in the world comes to be.

A KIND OF POST-CHRISTIAN, CHRISTIAN POSTSCRIPT

Coming as I do, from a Christian background (albeit a highly unorthodox and heretical one), I would simply point out that the tradition’s central, material figure, Jesús, was himself a dispossessed and colonised migrant. It seems to me that the Christian tradition, at least when it is shorn of its supernaturalist belief in the God of monotheism, has through the figure of ‘Jesús-the-migrant’ the opportunity to articulate its own — but by no means unique — beautiful, tangible, material expression of how, through motion, everything, but everything, in the world comes to be.

Jesús and the possibility and desirability of a post-COVID-19, Universal Basic Income/Dividend

12 June 2020 at 13:36
READING: Matthew 20:1-16 RSV Jesus said: “For the kingdom of heaven is like a householder who went out early in the morning to hire labourers for his vineyard. After agreeing with the labourers for a denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard. And going out about the third hour he saw others standing idle in the market place; and to them he said, ‘You go into the vineyard too, and whatever is right I will give you.’ So they went. Going out again about the sixth hour and the ninth hour, he did the same. And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing; and he said to them, ‘Why do you stand here idle all day?’ They said to him, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You go into the vineyard ...

Weekend greetings from Emmanuel Road, 6th June, 2020

6 June 2020 at 08:20
Cambridge Unitarian Church, Emmanuel Road
As ever, I send this email to you hoping that you have managed to get through another week of lockdown in reasonable enough shape. 

This week, in addition to speaking to some of you by telephone, I also hope to see some of you at Sunday's 10am Service of Mindful Meditation and I reproduce below the details of the Zoom meeting kindly organised for this purpose by Brendan and Andrew.

Just a reminder that you’ll need to print up (or be able to see) the order of service (link below) and you might also like to have a tea light ready so that you can light silently at a particular point mid-way through the service. All will be explained on Sunday morning. The service will last about 45 minutes (so don't forget to make sure that your seat is genuinely comfortable!) and it will be followed by a time of conversation.


If you'd like to join this service please contact the church secretary, Brendan Boyle, via the contact link of the church webpage:


If you can't make the live-streamed event don't forget that an mp3 of the service is always available at the following link:


Lastly, as all of you will be painfully aware, on May 25, yet another black man, George Floyd, was murdered by a white police officer in the USA. This shameful and shocking event has triggered the most significant set of protests seen in the USA since the 1960s and these have, in turn, disturbingly revealed more than ever President Trump’s racism and dictatorial tendencies and intentions. 

Not surprisingly, George Floyd's murder also triggered many other protests around the world supporting the Black Lives Matter movement, including a number here in the UK. As I hope you are all acutely aware, our own culture remains itself deeply infected by racism and, amidst the many national disgraces connected with the official responses to the COVID-19 pandemic, the continued refusal/failure to tackle the disproportionate number of deaths of black, Asian and minority ethnic people from coronavirus — along with the failure to properly to protect NHS staff and those working/living in care homes — is one of the greatest. It is clear that here in the UK, just as is the case in the USA, that Black, Asian and minority ethnic lives simply do not matter as much as white lives.

Given this, the Stand Up To Racism group here in Cambridge organised a responsible, socially distanced, live-streamed, demonstration on Wednesday 4th June that was held in front of King's College and I, along with a number of other people from a variety of religious and political communities in Cambridge, was invited to contribute a few words. If you click on the following link you can watch the whole demonstration and read and/or listen to what I said myself.


With love and best wishes as always,

Andrew


Minister
Memorial Church (Unitarian)
Emmanuel Road
Cambridge
CB1 1JW
01223 576952

Short speech written for the Cambridge Stand Up To Racism "Black Lives Matter! Justice for George Floyd!" event in Cambridge City on Wednesday 4th June

5 June 2020 at 13:52
I am here, with comrades, colleagues and friends to stand in solidarity with, and in support of the family and friends of George Floyd, and also the anti-racist movement, Black Lives Matter. But, as we do this, we must acknowledge their long struggle for justice and fairness in the USA is a manifestation of a universal campaign, one which we must continue here. For ours is also country which, through its own institutions and all too many individual people, continues disgracefully to display racist tendencies, tendencies which the responses to the current pandemic have shockingly confirmed, namely, that black, Asian and minority ethnic lives simply do not matter as much as white lives.

This public struggle is vital and must be joined with vigour. However, there is, if you like, another front on which racism must always be fought, a kind of ‘home front’ if you will, which exists hidden within the heart and soul of every person like me who, by mere accident of birth, has been born into the privilege of being white.

As Dr Martin Luther King Jr saw, any society ‘poisoned to its soul by racism’ must ask how best it can confront and overcome this ‘malignancy’? Then, as this week, riots had broken out across the USA and Dr King considered them to be deplorable even as he rightly pointed out that a riot ‘is the language of the unheard.’ So let us listen.

Dr King insisted that it would be wrong to see the riots as ‘insurrections’ because they were clearly not attempts ‘to seize territory or to attain control of institutions’ but, instead, were ‘mainly intended to shock the white community.’ Knowing this, Dr. King felt that, in the end, riots were a ‘distorted form of social process’, an insight he sharpened by quoting Victor Hugo (1802-1885): ‘If a soul is left in the darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.’

So, having tried to listen well, as we see what is happening in the USA, many of us here today—such as me—need to be shocked out of the darkness of our own white privilege and silent complicity, if not in directly creating the darkness of racism, then certainly in continuing to allow such malignancy to infect and damage our society. Only when I—we—have truly felt this shock to the very core of our being can we hope to stand with integrity side-by-side with our black, Asian and minority ethic brothers and sisters in creating a truly inclusive, world-changing, social justice movement that is no longer distorted into violence, but one which, as the old prophet Amos once declared was possible, allows justice for all to roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream’(Amos 5:24).

May it be so.

Andrew James Brown, minister of the Cambridge Unitarian Church
www.cambridgeunitarian.org

You can watch the whole event at the following link. My own contribution appears shortly after 22mins & 30secs.

https://www.cambridge-news.co.uk/news/cambridge-news/live-updates-george-floyd-protest-18359050

Thirty-two photos of a still (mostly) empty and eerie locked-down Cambridge

30 May 2020 at 17:49
For those of you not able to get into Cambridge because of the lockdown, below are thirty-two photos taken during the same walk through Cambridge over the last two days (Friday 29th and Saturday 30th May) both round about lunchtime. The streets are, as you will see, still almost completely empty. It remains to me a very eerie sight. However, in certain places and at certain times, post Dominic Cummings’ shameful (and, to me, deeply shocking) press conference on Monday, May 25th, it’s clear the lockdown is breaking in some very unhelpful and, potentially, very dangerous ways. The last photo (Jesus Green) will give you a sense of what that looks like here . . . All the photos were taken with my Fuji X100F and are straight out of the ca...

Weekend greetings from Emmanuel Road and a couple of things to think about connected with radical hope and radical patience . . .

30 May 2020 at 12:40
White rose in the garden of the Cambridge Unitarian Church
Greetings to you all once again. As always, I hope that you have got through another week of the lockdown in reasonable enough shape. 

During the week two things happened which have generated the content of this week’s message and encouragement to thought. The first was a good question posed to me by a member of the congregation about the kind of online activities (services/conversations etc.) a church such as our own is/might eventually offer if we continue to be unable to meet again in person soon. The second is the ongoing assault on both truth and democracy that is now openly being waged both here in the UK and in the US under the cover of the COVID-19 epidemic. 

As always I’d value your thoughts and comments on these matters either by phone, email or, of course, via the comments section below.

Let me start with online services.

The reason for so far only offering a recording of our church’s service of mindful meditation service (links available here and again below) is because it offers an appropriate holding position which balances gently and, to my mind, appropriately, the need many of us have for a time of spiritual/religious sustenance/quiet as well the need to be reminded (again gently) of the constant need to engage (as individuals and as a church) in acts of radical social justice — acts which are always needed but which are clearly going to be needed in spades as this COVID-19 event continues to unfold. There remains a question of whether this service should also now be offered on Zoom as a live, once a week, event? Any thoughts on this?

So far there has been from us no online/pre-recorded morning type service on offer. This is because our own morning service is a much, much more problematic affair. For starters its reliance on hymns and music, as well as an eighteen minute long address which requires conversation (both in the service and afterwards in coffee and around the lunch table) to round it out properly, all serve to make doing this online next to impossible and which simply wouldn’t work in the effective way it did when we could meet face to face over the course of a number of hours. I need to add that neither will it work well when we can return to meeting in person because of the social distancing restrictions we will have to implement. To get a proper sense of why I say this may I strongly encourage you all to read the excellent articulation of how things are likely to be for churches in the near (and perhaps even longer term) future that is to be found in the United Reformed Church’s new document ‘Ready for the new “normal”: A discussion paper for a pandemic recovery and resumption plan’. It sometimes speaks in religious terms we would not use, but everywhere the document is filled with important thoughts/insights/suggestions that are highly relevant to all churches, such as our own, who are part of the Protestant tradition.  You can read the document at the following link:


However, there’s another reason for not merely reproducing what we already do in the morning (or even something a little bit like it) that is intimately related to the current COVID-19 event. 

In the most recent issue of “The Hedgehog Review” <https://hedgehogreview.com/blog/thr/posts/radical-hope-amid-catastrophe> Vafa Ghazavi, a doctoral candidate and John Monash Scholar at Balliol College and lecturer in politics at Pembroke College, University of Oxford, writes an excellent and insightful piece drawing on Jonathan Lear’s book Radical Hope: Ethics in the Face of Cultural Devastation (Harvard University Press, 2006). You may recall I’ve given a few addresses myself drawing on this book, most recently, for example, After this, nothing happened”—What Vladislav Surkov’s dark arts can teach us about Black, or Holy Saturday. <https://andrewjbrown.blogspot.com/2018/03/after-this-nothing-happenedwhat.html> (This Holy Week address from 2018 was a warning about what seemed to me to be threatening to come to pass in our own democracy. It brings me absolutely no pleasure at all this week to have turned out to be fairly close to the mark.) 

Anyway, Ghazavi’s basic question is: ‘What happens to a culture—a social order—and the beliefs that sustain it, in the face of a microscopic enemy that has little regard for borders, power, class, or celebrity?’

Here are two paragraphs from the beginning of the essay which raise the question I want to raise here:

A way of life is teetering on the brink. We can’t say yet what the extent of the transformation will be but it will reach into every aspect of human relations: care, parenting, work, schooling, production, consumption. No social context is exempt: neighbourhoods, workplaces, churches, the public sphere, cities, countries, geopolitics. As the crisis spreads to low-income countries with less capacity to respond either on the health or economic front, the global dimensions will become more salient.

When a collective culture is threatened with collapse, so are the reference points for defining a good—or morally excellent—life. Though harder to discern than the material losses, the present upheaval will imprint itself on the life of the mind and that of the soul. It is not just that some acts will cease to be possible during this interregnum but that their meaning for us might radically change even once it is over. 

Please do take time to read Ghazavi’s piece for he says some very important things. 



We are all, and I mean all, in this situation and this means any new online service/s we think about providing must acknowledge the difficult truth that, in only ten short weeks, ‘the reference points for defining a good—or morally excellent—life’ have gone for us. I am currently trying to think about ways to fame this insight that can be properly explored by us online (as this lockdown may go off/on for a long time yet) but which will also continue to work when we can meet together face to face once again. But it’s not easy to do because, as Ghazavi notes, ‘we can’t say yet what the extent of the transformation [of our society, politics, religion etc.] will be.’ It will take time and that requires from us both radical hope and radical patience — one good way to practise such a patience that we can offer is through the current service of mindful meditation even though it, too, may turn out only to be a necessary holding position to be let go at the right time. Let’s not rush to premature solutions that may well merely turn out to be reinforcing our old, problematic ways of being. As the old saying I learnt as a child goes, ‘slowly, slowly catchee monkey.’ Please let us all use some of our lockdown time to reflect and think deeply about these things without the pressure of coming to immediate solutions. The service of mindful meditation can help hold open this critical, patient space for us.

So, although inbetween regularly contacting everyone in our community I am thinking a great deal about this matter, I hope you can see why my preference is to stick for a while with offering the mindful meditation service either in its current recorded form or, if this is what you might like, in a ‘live’ form that can end with its own time of conversation, as did the service BC (Before COVID). It has the singular and excellent benefit of providing us with genuine continuity with our past way of doing things but does it, I think, in a way which keeps things open for whatever it is we will (must) become. Trying to reproduce the old morning service in any fashion (as are many churches) will, I fear, simply box us into old problematic (BC) habits and could cause us to loose this unique, once in a lifetime opportunity truly to affect radical change in the way we ‘do’ church in the future.  

As I begin to draw to a close please let me thank you again for all your conversations with me via email and/or phone about the above matters and much else. Do also remember I’d genuinely be glad to hear your own thoughts on the matters outlined and that you can be in touch with me at any time if you fancy/need to shoot the breeze in a more general way about life, the universe and everything — good or bad.

Lastly, I must offer my apologies for not being able to join you at the Time of Conversation’ events between 11.30 and 12.30 on Sundays. Most of you wont know this but on Sunday mornings since the lockdown began I’ve been going with Jenny and my shopping trolly on a trip to a supermarket to help her get in a single, basic, weekly shop so she doesnt need to make repeated, much more risky, visits to small local convenience stores. This means, alas, that I cannot join you at that time on a Sunday but I'm pleased that some of you were able to say hello to Jenny last week when I used my mobile phone to join for a few minutes at the beginning of your meeting whilst we were sitting on a bench on Midsummer Common. Whilst I was away in London the truly wonderful Debby Lauder from Rowan took on this important job, something for which I, and I imagine all of you, are profoundly grateful. Anyway, be assured, Jenny and I are thinking fondly of you all as we wend our very slow, but still merry way through the supermarket aisles and then back home along the river laden with good provisions in the form of both food and the fruits of our own conversation . . . 

If you wish to join the Time of Conversation at 11.30am on Sundays up to and including Sunday 28th June please visit the church contact page and send a message to the secretary (Brendan Boyle) wholl be happy to provide you with the necessary link and password. 



Heartfelt thanks to Andrew and Brendan for organising this weekly event. Why not try doing the mindful meditation before joining in? I do realise it’s not quite Sunday morning as we once knew it but, as my words above suggest, I think it is a good and healthy holding position to practise for a while as we begin to think together more deeply about how to move appropriately into a new, necessary and very different way of doing things. 

And now, for the delectation of your eyes, I leave you with a few attached photos of some of the flowers currently blooming in the church and manse gardens. Just click on a photo to enlarge it. Enjoy!

Love and best wishes as always,

Andrew











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“To be quiet in the hands of the marvellous”—an intra-active meditation on part of Ammons' poem, “Essay on Poetics”

23 May 2020 at 15:46
READINGS/VIDEO:Three Minute Theory: What is Intra-Action?” by Stacey Kerr, Erin Adams, & Beth Pittard

Transcription: 
Intra-action: a term that comes to us from feminist physicist Karen Barad. Barad describes intra-action as the mutual constitution of entangled agencies. 
And what’s agency again? Simply, we can understand agency as the ability to act. So, I other words, intra-action is the mingling of people and things and other stuff’s ability to act. 
Sort of sounds like ‘interaction’ though doesn’t it? Well, let’s break down the difference. 
First, let’s look at the prefixes ‘inter’ and ‘intra.’ ‘Inter’ means among or in the midst of, whereas ‘intra’ means within (from). When we add the word ‘action’ to these prefixes we get a whole, different meaning. 
When two bodies interact they each maintain a level of independence. Each entity exists before the encounter one another. 
However, when bodies intra-act they do so in co-constitutive ways. Individuals materialize through intra-actions and the ability to act emerges from within the relationship not outside of it.
So why is this distinction important? Well, interactions gives us a whole new way of thinking about our relationships with each other, with matter, with materials, with nature and with discourses. When these different things are in relationships with each other our ability to do stuff changes, transforms or emerges. Let’s take the recent Ebola phenomenon [or, of course, the SARS-CoV-2 phenomenon] as an example. 
We can say the Ebola phenomenon is not just the virus itself but is an intra-action of the actual virus, human, and non-human actors including human bodies, political discourses on Africa [China], pandemics, the role of politics, political pundits, news channels and fear. Ebola is not just a virus it’s a phenomenon that’s made and unmade through intra-actions between nature, culture and technology. Through intra-action we are all brought together into the Ebola phenomenon, and yet this intra-action separates us into new, co-constitutive subject positions. Through intra-actions we become, at least temporarily, the afflicted and non-afflicted, the at-risk and the not-at-risk, and the exposed and the non-exposed. So studying these inter-actions reveals how differences get made and unmade. It’s unlikely that many of us will intra-act with the Ebola virus but we will all intra-act with the Ebola phenomenon and, therefore, we are all responsible for the matter produced in these intra-actions: the discourses, the materials, and the subject positions. Interactions defer and deflect responsibility but, in intra-actions, responsibility is distributed among the constitutive entities. This is where agency comes into play. 
Agency is about action, reconfigurings, doing and being. It does not pre-exist separately but emerges in the relationships in these intra-actions. Thinking with intra-actions means giving up cause and effect relationships, individual agency, and subject/object dichotomies. We gain new understandings of ethics and justice as not things that are predetermined but always changing and unfolding. Intra-action calls into question steadfast boundaries and borders and linear time and, in turn, it helps us think in terms of   simultaneity. It tears down the walls that contains and disciplines thoughts and action to reveal the artificial boundaries we forgot we invented. 
‘Dunes’ by A. R. Ammons

Taking root in windy sand
    is not an easy
way
to go about
    finding a place to stay.

A ditchbank or wood's-edge
    has firmer ground.

In a loose world though
    something can be started—
a root touch water,
    a tip break sand—

Mounds from that can rise
    on held mounds,
a gesture of building, keeping,
    a trapping
into shape.

Firm ground is not available ground.

From “Essay on Poetics” by A. R. Ammons

I guess it’s a bit airy to get mixed up 
with an elm tree on anything
like a permanent basis: but I’ve had it
worse before—talking stones and bushes—and may
get it worse again: but in this one
the elm doesn’t talk: it’s just an object, albeit 
  hard to fix:
unfixed, constantly
influenced and influencing, still it hardens and enters the ground at a fairly reliable point:
especially since it’s its
general unalterability that I need to define and stress
I ought to know its longitude and latitude,
so I could keep checking them out: after all, the ground drifts:
and rises: and maybe rises slanting—that would be difficult to keep track of, the angle
could be progressive or swaying or seasonal, underground rain
& “floating” a factor: in hilly country
the underground mantle, the
“float” bedrock is in, may be highly variable and variable  
in effect:
I ought to know the altitude, then, from some fixed point; 
I assume the fixed point would have to be 
the core center of the planet, though I’m perfectly 
prepared to admit the core’s involved 
in a slow—perhaps universal—slosh that would alter the 
center’s position
in terms of some other set of references I do not
think I will at the moment entertain
since to do so invites an outward, expanding reticulation
too much to deal precisely with:

true, I really ought to know where the tree is: but I know it's in my backyard:
I’ve never found it anywhere else and am willing to accept
the precision of broadness: with over-precision
things tend to fade: but since I do need stability and want
to make the tree stand for that (among other things)
it seems to me I ought to be willing to learn enough about
theory and instrument
to take sights for a few days or weeks and see if anything
roundly agreeable could be winnowed out: that
ought to include altimeters (several of them, to average
instrumental variation), core theory and gravity waves: but I’m convinced I’m too awkward
and too set in some ways
to take all that on: if I am to celebrate multiplicity,
unity, and such
I’ll be obliged to free myself by accepting certain limitations:

I am just going to take it for granted
that the tree is in the backyard:
it’s necessary to be quiet in the hands of the marvellous:

—o0o—
“To be quiet in the hands of the marvellous”—an intra-active meditation on part of Ammons' poem, “Essay on Poetics”
Reading Ammons & drinking beer in the shade of
the walnut tree in Unitarian Church back-yard 
If there is one thing I have realized (very strongly) so far during this pandemic and associated period of lockdown it is that I am by now wholly persuaded that what it is for anything to be the kind of thing it is, it is always-already to be in motion and intra-acting. Stacey Kerr, Erin Adams, & Beth Pittard’s marvellously helpful little film on the subject of intra-action will, I hope, have helped you see clearly why this pandemic has only deepened my commitment to this idea as being ‘foundational’ in some fashion, even though it is a strange kind of foundation that turns one of Jesus’ sayings (Matthew 7:24-27) wholly on its head. You all know what Jesus said about building on the firm, fixed foundation of rock but I say to you: ‘Everyone, therefore, who hears these sayings of mine and enacts them shall be likened to a prudent person who built their house upon (moving) sand.’ To return to a poem of A. R. Ammons that I have brought before you a number of times, ‘Dunes’ (and which I reproduce above), I realize that the only gospel I can bring you is one that is ‘founded’ on the realization that we live in a world constantly moving and changing and that, therefore, ‘firm ground is not available ground.’ 
Of course, it’s not new idea and we all know that back in the 5th century BCE Heraclitus famously (and controversially) insisted the world was best understood in terms of ever-present change, flux and becoming, something summed up in his famous saying that no one ever ‘steps in the same river twice’ and his assertion that everything flows (panta rhei). But our own age — especially thanks to contemporary physics — has indicated very strongly to us that Hereclitus was kind of right (as, too, was Lucretius in the 1st century BCE) and that the constant intra-action of flowing, fluxing and fielding matter is fundamental to how our world is and, of course, our place in it.      
However persuaded I am that the realization ‘firm ground is not available ground is something that needs to be embraced and creatively lived with, there can also be no doubt that this gospel is one that can seriously discombobulate, off-put, anger and even mortally offend many, many people — including, perhaps, some readers of this piece. What they want (or at the very least would prefer) — and I do understand this desire — is not moving sand but solid rock, security and stability and not endless flow and flux. Not surprisingly there are a plethora of philosophies, religions and political positions out in the world that claim they can provide just such security and stability (often in the form of race and/or nation and/or a future heaven and salvation) and I have little doubt, alas, that there will always be many, many customers eager to buy into them. 
Anyway, it goes without saying that I think the immediately aforementioned positions are utterly wrong-headed but, despite this, as a pastor (albeit a somewhat unconventional one) I have little choice but to take seriously and frankly acknowledge the desire for security and stability that always and everywhere abounds. 
So, is there any kind of appropriate security and stability available to a follower of the gospel of movement and intra-action with its interweaving four ‘fs’, namely its material fluxing and flowing, folding and fielding?
The answer is, I think, ‘yes’, but it’s a very modest, hubris-resisting, contingent and highly local (almost back yard) kind of answer. To give it a fancy name first, it is to acknowledge that a world of flux and flow, of folding and fielding is always-already creating all kinds of ‘meta-stable’ things, that is to say things which are only around for a while before dissolving back in the matter from which they are formed. Ammons’ sand dune is, of course, just a single example of a metastable thing. True, no sand dune will last forever but, as Ammons points out, on/in it   
something can be started—
a root touch water,
    a tip break sand—

Mounds from that can rise
    on held mounds,
a gesture of building, keeping,
    a trapping
into shape.

The coming and going of various human civilisations through history reveal this clearly as, too, do the coming and going of everything from the sublime to the ridiculous stars, planets, plants, animals, weather, TV series, fashions and, of course, deadly pandemics. In short, the endless movement of matter is the condition for the only kind of security and stability there ever can be, namely a temporary, metastable kind that’s here for a while and gone tomorrow. As the Psalmist put it, our days (and indeed the days of everything in the world) ‘are as grass: as a flower of the field, so it flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more’ (Psalm 103:15-16). 
Acknowledging this as true is partly what Ammons was doing in his long poem of 1970, ‘Essay on Politics’, a short section from which you read earlier. Thanks to his poem ‘Dunes, and to the earlier lines of this, later, longer poem, we know that Ammons is a firm believer (pun intended) in the gospel of the four ‘f’s but, from time to time, even he feels the need to find a certain kind of stability and security. He explores his desire here through an intra-action with the elm tree in his back yard. He knows that it, like all things, is ‘hard to fix’, indeed it is ‘unfixed, constantly influenced and influencing’ but, despite this, Ammons can see that ‘still it hardens and enters the ground at a fairly reliable point:’ and that it ‘has’ a ‘general unalterability’ about it. It is seeing this that leads him to explore ways by which he might go on to try to talk about the (meta)stable nature of this elm tree. And so we find him firstly wondering about whether he should get its ‘longitude and latitude’ and then ‘keep checking them out’. He knows he needs to do this because he’s acutely aware that ‘the ground drifts: and rises: and maybe rises slanting.’ Of course, he fully understands this 'would be difficult to keep track of’ because ‘the angle could be progressive or swaying or seasonal’ and it is likely to be effected by ‘underground rain’ or the ‘“floating” a factor: in hilly country the underground mantle. These things are likely to be ‘highly variable and variable in effect:’ 
Ammons also realises that he ought, perhaps, to know its altitude, something which could only be measured ‘from some fixed point;’ and the only one of those even theoretically available is ‘the core center of the planet’. But even as he proposes this he is immediately aware that he needs to be ‘perfectly prepared to admit the core’s involved in a slow—perhaps universal—slosh that would alter the center’s position in terms of some other set of references’. Knowing this he admits that this (and, we may presume, all the other foregoing scientific measurements that might more firmly fix the tree’s position) is something which, at the moment, he will not ‘entertain since to do so invites an outward, expanding reticulation too much to deal precisely with:’
In my book, this is the kind of moment that sends me back into the house to get out a cold beer from the fridge and then walk back into the yard to enjoy my cooling drink in the pleasant shade of the elm tree whilst thinking on some more . . .

It’s not impossible that this is exactly what Ammons did but, whatever he did, at this moment, his thoughts return to his feeling that, despite everything, and in some fashion, he still ‘really ought to know where the tree is:’ This is when he admits the one thing he feels he can assuredly say: 

but I know it's in my backyard:

And this, in turn, encourages him to state what seems to be the bleedin’ obvious, namely that he’s 

never found it anywhere else 

In short, despite firm ground being unavailable ground Ammons realizes that in an import way he knows exactly where the tree is (and under which he might, perhaps, drink his beer) even though he can’t (and in fact cannot) accurately (and finally) fix the tree’s position using the scientific methods with which he began his poetic reflection. In connection with this he tells us he’s perfectly ‘willing to accept the precision of broadness:’ because he knows that ‘with over-precision things tend to fade:’. In other words, he can see that when he was trying to fix the location of the tree using scientific methods he became aware he could never, ever really locate the tree in any stable, fixed and final fashion. It’s not that his (imagined) measuring was achieving nothing because we (and he) can see that it helped him gain a deeper insight into the continual movements of the world (the tree, the wind, the tree’s leaves and branches, the birds in it’s branches, and the movement of the ground upon which it stands etc., etc.). However, the process was also clearly threatening to lead (were it taken too far) not to complete clarity but, instead, to the complete abstractization of the elm tree, turning it into a co-ordinate (or complex set of intra-acting co-ordinates) entangled with another complex set of intra-acting co-ordinates that all need to take the indeterminacy of matter fully into account. You can’t (easily) drink a beer in the shadow of a co-ordinate even though it (in a certain way) is in the same back yard as the elm tree!    

So, Ammons compromises (if that is the right word, and I’m not sure it is) by saying that, since he does ‘need stability’ of a kind, he wants ‘to make the tree stand for that (among other things)’. I think we can all agree that part of any full (and stable enough) understanding of the tree’s location does require him (and us)

to be willing to learn enough about
theory and instrument
to take sights for a few days or weeks and see if anything
roundly agreeable could be winnowed out: that
ought to include altimeters (several of them, to average
instrumental variation), core theory and gravity waves:

But, for all this, he tells us that he’s convinced he’s really ‘too awkward and too set in some ways to take all that on:’ — let’s not forget that, for all his deep love of science (he majored in biology at Wake Forest University), he’s more a poet and father than he is a practicing, profession scientist. In consequence Ammons knows he has to let something go and if, as he does, he wants ‘to celebrate multiplicity, unity, and such’ then he needs to be obliged to free himself ‘by accepting certain limitations:’ and so he concludes (if conclusion it is — which it isn’t because nothing is a conclusion (nor a definitive start) in an ever-moving intra-acting world): 

I am just going to take it for granted
that the tree is in the backyard:
it’s necessary to be quiet in the hands of the marvellous:

And here we arrive at one of the very, very few (quasi) ‘certainties’ I can honestly offer you as your minister, namely, that, at times, it is ‘necessary to be quiet in the hands of the marvellous’ and that it is in such moments one knows (or perhaps, à la Bergson, intuits) where (and perhaps something of what) the tree and oneself are. 
So, although it remains true that firm ground is unavailable ground, the prudent person who knows how properly to live out of this insight can still build a good (enough) life upon this or that piece of metastable ground, upon which a tree can grow in a back yard, and under which a cold beer can be drunk and where one can, now and then, be quiet in the hands of the marvellous and know/intuit sufficiently where and what one is.
Naturally, today, I haven’t been able to write this piece (nor drink a beer) under Ammons’ elm in his back yard (his metastable ‘sand dune’ is not mine) but I have been able to do these things under the walnut tree that shades the back yard of the Cambridge Unitarian Church outside my study window (my own metastable ‘sand dune’) . There today, I, too, suddenly found it necessary to be quiet in the hands of the marvellous and so came to know/intuit where I and the tree was even though, all around us the wild wind was moving ceaslessly and the fluxes, flows, folds and fields of matter that were constantly making and unfolding me, the wind, the yard, the tree, the beer, the chair and so on, never once stopped moving. For this groundless, infirm ground which is always-already gifting us the very possibility of there being anything at all including, of course, being here and now, under the sun in the shade of the walnut tree with a beer and a wonderful poem to hand, I give profound thanks.

Cheers!

A Christian Atheist, Ascension Day post on the democratisation of heaven—a religious and secular interpretation

21 May 2020 at 11:00
Dürer - Ascension of Christ
In connection with Ascension Day a few years ago I gave the following Christian atheist address: “Tribunus plebis from first to last” — an Ascension Sunday meditation on the democratisation of Heaven

Naturally, it was initially directed to the audience who attend the Memorial Cambridge Unitarian Church in Cambridge (UK) where I am the minister. However, in my addresses I always try to pick up on themes and subjects that have genuine relevance in the wider, secular world and so, in this sense, a lot of what I say is also (hopefully) directed to a secular audience and this is why it seems not inappropriate to post it again here on the strange day itself.

A new-materialist meditation woven around four poems by Lucretius, A. R. Ammons, Joseph Blanco White, and Mary Oliver—‘It is only enough to touch the inner light of each surrounding thing and hope it will itself be stirred to radiance’

16 May 2020 at 14:46
Two Motions: I by A. R. Ammons (1966)

It is not enough to be willing to come out of the dark 
         and stand in the light, 
all hidden things brought into sight, the damp 
    black spaces, 
where fear, arms over its head, trembles into blindness, 
          invaded by truth-seeking light: 
it is not enough to desire radiance, to be struck by 
    radiance: external light 
throws darkness behind its brilliance, the division 
      nearly half and half: 
it is only enough when the inner light 
    kindles to a source, radiates from its sphere to all 
points outwardly: then, though 
         surrounding things are half and half with 
light and darkness, all that is visible from the source 
    is light: 
it is not enough to wish to cast light: as much 
         darkness as light is made that way: it is only 
enough to touch the inner light of each surrounding thing 
and hope it will itself be stirred to radiance, 
eliminating the shadows that all lights give it, 
         and realizing its own full sphere: 
it is only enough to radiate the sufficient light within, 
the constant source, the light beyond all possibility of night. 

—o0o—

Lucretius thought that fears and shadows will be dispersed:

Not by the illumination of the sun and its bright rays,
But by observing Nature’s laws and looking on her face.

Lucretius, De Rerum Natura Bk 3.91-93

—o0o—

A new-materialist meditation woven around four poems by Lucretius, A. R. Ammons, Joseph Blanco Whiteand Mary Oliver—‘It is only enough to touch the inner light of each surrounding thing and hope it will itself be stirred to radiance

A moment of quiet refection above Grantchester Meadows on Friday morning 
We all depend on what Richard Rorty called ‘illuminating vocabularies’ to help us understand the world and our part in it. Once upon a time we thought these illuminating vocabularies really did (or, in principle could) accurately, and in toto, describe the world as it is, ‘out there’. But, in more recent years, all kinds of developments have helped us see that every illuminating vocabulary is only contingently useful and that there are always different (and sometimes apparently or actually conflicting) vocabularies we can use to describe any given phenomenon or state of affairs.

My favourite, more or less benign and uncontroversial example of this, was provided by the astronomer, physicist, mathematician and Quaker, Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington. In Chapter XV of his 1928 Gifford Lectures he describes being occupied at various times with the subject of ‘Generation of Waves by Wind.’ As a scientist he knew that when it comes to the phenomenon of waves one illuminating vocabulary he can deploy is that articulated by hydrodynamics, a subdiscipline of fluid mechanics. Given this, Eddington tells us that his reverie caused him to take down from his bookshelves Horace Lamb’s then current standard treatise on the matter (Lamb had been one of his own teachers). After presenting us with some of the actual equations involved, Eddington tells us it becomes

‘. . . clear that a wind of less than half a mile an hour will leave the surface unruffled. At a mile an hour the surface is covered with minute corrugations due to capillary waves which decay immediately the disturbing cause ceases. At two miles an hour the gravity waves appear.’ Eddington concludes by saying, ‘As the author [i.e. Lamb] modestly concludes, “Our theoretical investigations give considerable insight into the incipient stages of wave-formation”.’  

So far so illuminating. But Eddington immediately goes on to tell us of another time when he was also contemplating the subject of the ‘Generation of Waves by Wind.’ However, on this occasion, he felt that the appropriate illuminating vocabulary to use was not that of hydrodynamics but the poetic vocabulary deployed by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) in his poem called ‘The Dead’:

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter 
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after, 
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance 
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white 
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, 
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

Eddington then tells us the following:

‘The magic words bring back the scene. Again we feel Nature drawing close to us, uniting with us, till we are filled with the gladness of the waves dancing in the sunshine, with the awe of the moonlight on the frozen lake. These were not moments when we fell below ourselves. We do not look back on them and say, “It was disgraceful for a man with six sober senses and a scientific understanding to let himself be deluded in that way. I will take Lamb’s Hydrodynamics with me next time”. It is good that there should be such moments for us. Life would be stunted and narrow if we could feel no significance in the world around us beyond that which can be weighed and measured with the tools of the physicist or described by the metrical symbols of the mathematician.’

As I say, this example is fairly benign and non-controversial and I imagine there will be no one reading this piece who thinks that either the illuminating vocabulary of hydrodynamics or that of Book’s poetry could, alone, ever fully do the job of saying clearly everything that needs, or could be said about waves, their formation and our intra-actions with them. (To watch a short, three minute long explainer video about intra-action, please scroll to the end of this post).

But despite this general recognition there remains in the human species a problematic desire for the existence of a single illuminating vocabulary that is, somehow, capable of lighting up everything clearly and evenly for us. This desire seems to be found (either latently or actively) in pretty much everyone I have ever met but we, in the liberal tradition, are particularly infected by this thought because we are children of the seventeen and eighteenth Enlightenment — the clue is in the name. We have grown up thinking that the clear light of reason and truth would, in time, be able to shine an even light on our often dark world and chase away all the dark, fear inducing shadows we see here, especially the shadows caused by superstition and what we wont to call ‘unreasoned’ prejudice. We thought — and still tend to believe — that once people had ‘seen the light’ — had become ‘enlightened’ — then they would, entirely of their own volition, simply see what we saw and so together, peaceably and reasonably, we would begin to walk into our destined, shared, utopian future. I need not rehearse how this hope has been shattered, and is currently being shattered even further, by so many events in our own time.

Cambridge Unitarian Church looking west towards the organ
For us the primary symbol of the clear light of reason and truth was the external, illuminating sun and it’s bright rays. Indeed, this is one of the reasons our church building contains no stained-glass — our meeting houses and churches (when, that is, we weren’t shamelessly and foolishly aping the established Church) were designed precisely to let this external, illuminating light into very the heart of our communities without any let or hindrance. When we light a candle at the beginning of our modern services we are nearly always referencing in some fashion the same conception of light. In turn, borrowing the image from the founder of modern education Comenius (Jan Amos Komenský, 1592- 1670), our twentieth-century Czech Unitarian brothers and sisters came to see us (and the liberal church as a whole) as being like sunflowers, entities who were naturally inclined to turn towards the single external, illuminating sun of reason and truth which was and is, of course, often given the name ‘God’.

It’s an ancient, beguiling thought (which has it’s roots in Plato’s thinking) but it is one which, alas, has turned out to have been extremely unhelpful in helping us to understand how the world actually seems to work and our part in that working.

In the first-century BCE Lucretius was one of the first people to realise this and his poem, On the Nature of Things (De Rerum Natura), was written as an explicit attempt to illuminate for the reader the material conditions (ratio) for nature as it sensuously appears (species) — naturae species ratioque.

The ‘light’ Lucretius deploys is not an insight into the nature of things (things which we might imagine could be lit up by some external light) but an insight into the nature of things. In other words Lucretius hopes to help us grasp that ‘[n]ature is not made of things . . . but things themselves are made of more primary nature which is irreducible to the sum total of invisible things’ (Thomas Nail: Lucretius I, Edinburgh University Press, 2018, p. 22). It is important to see that the light of the sun (or of Enlightenment reason and truth) is itself is as dependent upon this nature as is everything else and, therefore, it cannot be the kind of illumination Lucretius thinks he has experienced and wants to share with us — his ‘light’ (figuratively speaking) is an understanding of the material conditions (ratio) required for the sensuous appearance (species) of light and, indeed, for the sensuous appearance of any and every thing. But we need to be acutely aware that the conditions (ratio) cannot be seen in themselves but always and only known through the sensuous appearance (species) of things (including ourselves) that are constantly being woven and unwoven by those same conditions.

What is revealed by Lucretius’ ‘light’ is not, therefore, a ‘thing’ (even a huge, ‘substance/thing’ like Spinoza’s ‘God-or-Nature’ (deus sive natura) but, instead, a wholly immanent, indeterminate, iterative process that is eternally generating the complex, plural, intra-acting world of things that sensuously appear to us. In his poem Lucretius is constantly seeking to helps us understand that we are sensuously immersed in (and are fully part of and intra-acting with) a wholly material world that is always-already moving beyond itself and, therefore, it is a world which can never be considered as some kind of complete, total or finished ‘thing’ that could ever be illuminated totally and clearly by any kind of single, bright, external light.

But I realise that to insist on only putting things in this way is to deploy an illuminating, philosophically influenced vocabulary that many of you will find very far from illuminating!

To my knowledge there is no modern author who has better and more accessibly explored this thought than the poet A. R. Ammons whose work I have brought before you many times before (for example HERE). It is not insignificant in this context to note that he has been described as being America’s Lucretius. In his poem Two Motions: I Ammons firstly offers us two, initial, interconnected thoughts as to why the idea of a single, external illuminating light is not enough:

It is not enough to be willing to come out of the dark 
         and stand in the light, 
all hidden things brought into sight, the damp 
    black spaces, 
where fear, arms over its head, trembles into blindness, 
          invaded by truth-seeking light: 
it is not enough to desire radiance, to be struck by 
    radiance: external light 
throws darkness behind its brilliance, the division 
      nearly half and half: 

We all know from everyday experience that bright light, far from illuminating all things, always threatens either to bring about blindness or encourages in us a desire to scuttle away from the brightness and back into the shadows. As the wonderful and rightly famous sonnet, ‘Night and Death’, written by Joseph Blanco White (1775–1841) puts it, we can all fully comprehend how easily the light deceives and serves to create its own darkness:

MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first Parent knew
  Thee, from report divine, and heard thy name,
  Did he not tremble for this lovely Frame,
  This glorious canopy of Light and Blue?
Yet ’neath a curtain of translucent dew,
  Bathed in the rays of the great setting Flame,
  Hesperus with the Host of Heaven came,
  And lo! Creation widened on Man’s view.
Who could have thought such Darkness lay concealed
  Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find,
  Whilst flower, and leaf, and insect stood revealed,
  That to such countless Orbs thou mad’st us blind!
Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife?
  If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?  

In some way or another every external light will always concealing (or at least throwing into dark shadow) at least as much as it reveals. This everyday phenomenon helps us see that our desire for an external light (or illuminating vocabulary) which can drive away all shadows and fears and give us total enlightenment is doomed from the start. Instead we need to find ways to seek a kind of ‘light’ that can help us understand the material conditions (ratio) for the sensuous appearance (species) of nature (including light and dark together) as it endlessly weaves into new forms its yin and yang-like dance.  

Ammons continues:

it is only enough when the inner light 
    kindles to a source, radiates from its sphere to all 
points outwardly: then, though 
         surrounding things are half and half with 
light and darkness, all that is visible from the source 
    is light: 

Here, using familiar terms we often use in religious and philosophical settings, Ammons begins to point to the kind of illumination which comes to many of us when we begin to pay attention to the sensuous appearance of nature in the form of our ‘own’ life and the things ‘surrounding’ us. It is that ‘enlightening’ moment when we suddenly intuit that everything, but everything, is somehow radiating ‘out’ from what we are tempted to call a single ‘source’; astonishingly it’s a radiating ‘light’ which, unlike sunlight, doesn’t obscure the light and darkness but which still leaves the surrounding things half and half with light and darkness.

By noting this latter point Ammons gives us a preliminary indication that he knows there is a problem with the familiar language he’s deploying here. The problem is that the words ‘inner’, ‘sphere’ and ‘source’ suggest that the light about which Ammons is talking — and which I, following Lucretius and Thomas Nail, am calling ‘the material conditions for nature as it sensuously appears’ — is somehow static and that emanates from some fixed place other than our own world. But I think Ammons uses this language first of all because it is the way our culture has taught us to talk about this ‘feeling’ — we read Ammons words and many of us using our inherited language can say, ‘Yes! I, too, have felt something like that.’ But then, suddenly, Ammons subverts all our familiar ways of using those words by saying:

it is not enough to wish to cast light: as much 
         darkness as light is made that way: 

He suddenly reveals to us that ‘light’ about which he is trying to talk is not one cast from any one place or any one thing to any other place or other thing because, were that the case, we’d be simply back where we started with external lights which cast as much shadow as they do light. This is why (or so it seems to me), that Ammons continues:

 it is only 
enough to touch the inner light of each surrounding thing 
and hope it will itself be stirred to radiance, 
eliminating the shadows that all lights give it, 
         and realizing its own full sphere: 
it is only enough to radiate the sufficient light within, 
the constant source, the light beyond all possibility of night.

Here Ammons reveals that the illumination about which he is talking is only experienced through an attentive, immersive, sensuous, intra-action with nature as it appears. This is a ‘light’ known only by us when we become aware we are fully immersed in a world in which all things are mixed, and all things are always-already touched by all other things and that it is only because of this constant, material touching and being touched that anything is able to light up as the ‘individual’ things they are. In short, every thing is ‘stirred to radiance’ by everything else and ‘the light beyond all possibility of night’ which reveals this to us is not external — like the sun, or reason, or truth, or god — but the always present, invisible material conditions of nature as it sensuously appears: naturae species ratioque.

It is perhaps something like this kind of ‘light’ that the Buddha once spoke and which Mary Oliver (who was always someone fully immersed in a world in which all things are mixed, and all things are always-already touched by all other things) put into verse in yet another poem ‘The Buddha’s Last Instruction’ :

“Make of yourself a light,”
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal – a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
even green.
An old man, he lay down
between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire –
clearly I’m not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.

(Mary Oliver — New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1, Beacon Press, Boston 1992)

At the moment, in my work as a pastor, I’m seeing a great many more frightened faces in the crowd than only a few months ago and the only succour I can offer them — and, perhaps, that will include some readers of this post — is to be found, not in the external illumination of the sun (or god, or some eternal law or principle) and its bright rays, but only by observing the material conditions (ratio) for nature as it sensuously appears (species) and, by so doing, touching and being touched in the same moment. I have consistently found that an acknowledgment of this intra-action is, alone, capable of stirring me and all things to radiance and dispersing the fears and shadows that, from time to time, always threaten us all.


Staying Alert in the company of Lucretius on Fen Ditton Meadows

11 May 2020 at 17:44
This afternoon I took the opportunity of being back in Cambridge to get out the Pashley Guvnor and take a quick spin out to Fen Ditton Meadows, spend some time enjoying the view across the meadows to Fen Ditton, and to read a few lines of Lucretius’ poem De Rerum Natura  (as translated by C. H. Sisson), before heading back into town for some essential shopping. (Just click on a photo if you wish to enlarge it).  Following our Prime Minister’s utterly hopeless and vague beyond belief  broadcast of yesterday evening, I, like everyone else, took this spin out wondering whether or not my actions were acceptable/sensible/reprehensible or not. But, as Mr Johnson’s statement (and the government's general attitude as a whole) clearly r...

Revisiting Sacred Economics: “We've all been given a gift, a gift of life. What we do with our lives is our gift back.”

9 May 2020 at 18:34
Christ's Pieces in the late Friday evening sun Greetings once again from Emmanuel Road after a month spent in the heart of London. As always I trust that this finds you well (enough) as this challenging event continues to unfold. As you already know from an earlier piece written for you during this lockdown, I think this event has brought some further, significant challenges to the maintenance of any kind of supernaturalist belief and it has left me convinced more than ever that  only a fully immanent, naturalist and materialist religion is worth any salt, and it is certainly the only one I as your minister can from now on bring before you for consideration.   But, in addition to this obviously theological/philosophical matter, the eve...

Weekend greetings from the minister . . . and a few thoughts about two types of clapping

2 May 2020 at 16:11
Looking back at Lu's balcony
Once again I send all of you greetings and best wishes and I hope, with all caveats applied, that you have be able to get through another week of the lockdown in as good and positive a fashion as is possible.

As in previous weeks I can, with pleasure, pass on to you from those with whom I have spoken their best wishes to one and all and I look forward to speaking with a few more of you next week.

Thank you, too, for all the expressions of condolence you have sent either to me and/or Susanna following Lucy's death. We have both been touched by your kind thoughts. 

Before I properly get to the heart of the short piece which follows I need to be clear that I raise the Christian, Palm Sunday idea that triggered this reflection, not to laugh at, or to belittle it (or the person who suggested it), but simply so I can be clear (enough) about something important that the current event through which we are collectively passing is strongly revealing to me. As always, my words here do not assume that you will think I am correct about things in any shape or form. Instead, they are delivered up simply in the hope that they will provoke some of your own thoughts on the matter.

To set the scene properly before getting to the aforementioned Palm Sunday idea I’d like to remind you again of some words by the American existentialist theologian James W. Woelfel who, over the last twenty-odd years, has had a quiet but important influence on my own religious thinking. They are taken from his essay, “The Death of God: A Belated Personal Postscript” (Christian Century, December 29, 1976, pp. 1175-1178):

I hasten to add that I am not so naïve as to think that the demise of the transcendent God within my own interpreted experience entails the universalized conclusion that he does not exist. I have become increasingly impressed by the inescapably contextual character of all our “ultimate concerns.” I can appreciate the fact that all sorts of people deal with existence in terms of faith in the sovereign God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. On questions of ultimate meaning, none of us knows for sure who is closer to the mark. But in my own ongoing struggle to make sense of the Christian context of life- and world-interpretation, I find basic elements of that context which I simply cannot render coherent any longer, and I earnestly wonder how other persons manage to.

OK, with this thought in mind I come to my example which popped into my inbox just before the start of Holy Week. A local minister, impressed by people clapping for all our NHS workers, had a dream, a vision if you like:  

I woke up last night picturing Christians on their doorsteps, balconies and in their gardens praying and singing to Jesus. Palm Sunday has been playing in my mind.

This local minister felt — quite understandably for a full, Christian believer — that ‘We can do the same to God.’ They went on to say:

This Sunday is Palm Sunday when we normally wave palm branches and parade around and singing, ‘Hosanna to the Son of David, Blessed is he comes in the name of the Lord. Lord, Save us!’ is a great prayer to cry out. Could God’s people do this in isolated togetherness from our homes?

The minister’s hope was that this crying out to ‘our Saviour’ might not only be done at 11am on Palm Sunday but on on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, too, and, perhaps, even every Sunday.

The moment I read the local minister’s words, Woelfel’s came flooding back into my mind because’, like Woelfel, ‘in my own ongoing struggle to make sense of the Christian context of life- and world-interpretation, I find basic elements of that context which I simply cannot render coherent any longer, and I earnestly wonder how other persons manage to.’ Yes, indeed, for I could only earnestly wonder at how on earth in our own age and with the knowledge of the world we have today that that minister is able to believe in the truth of such an idea? 

Naturally, I have to accept that they do so believe, but the plain truth is that, for me, there is simply no possibility that I could ever consider standing on my doorstep on a Sunday morning — even during these extremely strange lockdown days — in order to cry out loud, for real and with full pathos (belief) and a clean heart, ‘Hosanna! Lord, Save us!’

In short, that minister’s email served as a striking reminder to me that I have absolutely no sense that there exists any such external God to whom I could cry and who would (or could) ever, as Housman wrote, ‘Bow hither out of heaven and see and save’ (from Housman’s ‘Easter Hymn” which you’ll find as a postscript below). 

But when it comes to clapping our NHS workers (and, by extension all ‘key workers’) with the hope that they may be able to bring us all some kind of ‘salvation’, well that’s another matter. Setting aside for a moment (but keeping it clearly in view) that I have some serious concerns that too many people (especially those in positions of power and influence) will think clapping is enough (see my piece written for you last weekend), I find myself standing on the balcony of Lu’s flat with Susanna (twice with Lu, and now twice without) crying out loud (in celebration and now also with profound grief) not ‘Hosanna!’, but ‘Huzzah!’, and I have done it with full pathos (belief) and a clean heart. I am clapping for those extraordinary people who, again and again, have selflessly bowed hither out of, not the safety of some putative, supernatural heaven, but out of the safety of their own, actual earthly homes. And for their utterly selfless, salvific love I give the greatest of praise and profoundest thanks.  
  
The experience of standing on that balcony applauding for a month of Thursdays has, were it possible, made me more convinced than ever before that only a fully immanent, naturalist and materialist religion is, for me, worth any salt and it is certainly the only one I as your minister can bring before you for consideration. As many of you will already be aware, a fair few of my addresses are attempts at articulating aspects of just such a religion and, should you be minded during the coming week to read one of them, here are just five possibilities for your reconsideration . . . 






But whatever you think about my musings from the archive on this matter, I'm sure you will be joining with me on Thursday in offering up your own heartfelt thanks to our NHS workers and all those other key workers who are keeping us going in these challenging times.

With love and best wishes as always,

Andrew 

Easter Hymn by A. E. Housman

If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
The hate you died to quench and could but fan,
Sleep well and see no morning, son of man.

But if, the grave rent and the stone rolled by,
At the right hand of majesty on high
You sit, and sitting so remember yet
Your tears, your agony and bloody sweat,
Your cross and passion and the life you gave,
Bow hither out of heaven and see and save. 

Weekly greetings and a piece from the archive: The quiet opening—“To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me”—A meditation on what the coming liberal religion might feel like

25 April 2020 at 13:07
Arlington Square Gardens, Islington Greetings to you all once again.  As always I trust you and yours remain as well as you can be under the current circumstances. I have greatly valued and enjoyed talking to those whom I have managed to contact this week and I very much look forward to being in touch with the rest of you [that is to say members of the church and folk on our mailing list] once again in the coming couple of weeks. As you will now all realise, my hope to be in touch with you all at least every two weeks has not come to pass because a fortnight ago I had to go down to London with Susanna to help to look after her dying daughter. Inevitably, this has taken up nearly all of my days and energy. The sad news I bring this weeke...

Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure”—letting ‘fellow suffering’ go and encouraging ‘fellow rejoicing’

19 April 2020 at 08:58
In Union Square Gardens, Islington N1 
This post consists of this week's letter to the congregation where I am minister. I include it here because I hope it may have some useful resonates to more general readers of this blog. 
Sunday Greetings from the minister, 19th April 2020

Greetings to you all,

As in previous weeks, during my telephone calls to various members of the congregation, I have been asked by many of you to send their love and best wishes on to one and all; it is something which, of course, I'm delighted to be able to do. 

As most of you are aware, I have had to come to London with Susanna to help look after her daughter and this has meant I haven't been able to call as many of you as I would have liked during the last two weeks. My apologies for that. However, I will carry on calling as and when I am able and, if I have called you in the last week and a half, I look forward to catching up with you soon. Naturally, should any of you need to talk about anything please feel free to contact me at anytime and, if I don't answer immediately, please do leave me a quick message and I'll get back to you as soon as I am able.

Not surprisingly, I also haven't been able to write anything new for you this Sunday but it strikes me that an address I gave back in July 2018 entitled “Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure”—letting ‘fellow suffering’ go and encouraging ‘fellow rejoicing’ might have some useful resonances in the situation in which we all find ourselves. One in which, in one way or another, we are all being called to show compassion to one another. 

But, as an all-embracing concept, compassion (suffering-with) has long seemed to me to have some serious limitations, not least of all something that has been called 'compassion-fatigue', and so there exists an argument that what we need is another (or at least an additional) way of understanding how to be with each other that allows us to find appropriate, supportive, uplifting and hope-generating ways to be rejoicing together  something that needs to happen even during our darkest of our days. For example, here in London with Susanna's family, even as we are all trying our best compassionately to walk together with Lu through her final days, moments of rejoicing regularly come along as, for example, the two grandchildren play silly games around us or when we are prompted by something or other to remember and relive in the present all kinds of pleasurable moments from our shared life together. And these things genuinely help us all, including Lucy, immeasurably. Again and again we are made aware that compassion alone is simply not enough. 

Anyway, it seems to me that what is true in my own personal circumstances, is equally true in our own, current, shared circumstances as we all continue to seek ways to walk together through the COVID-19 pandemic. Here, too, compassion alone is simply not enough. 

So, for what it's worth  and, as always, only should you be minded to read it  here's a link to that address:           


Lastly, I hope all will continue as well as it can for all of you in the coming week and that, now and then, you are able to find your own, occasional, but nevertheless real and genuinely sustaining, moments of rejoicing-with. In my imagination and heart I will be rejoicing with you.

Love and best wishes as always,

Andrew

For the good of all let’s cancel our subscription to the resurrection—A reflection for the Easter weekend of 2020

9 April 2020 at 15:07
READINGS: Matthew 27:33-56 ‘Toward A Theology of Hopelessness’ by Miguel De La Torre Following on from this reading (and I ask you please do take the time to read it) I need to add some words from the blurb of De La Torre’s book ‘The Politics of Jesús’ to explain why, throughout the piece which follows, I spell Jesus’ name in it’s Hispanic form as Jesús: While Jesus is an admirable figure for Christians, ‘The Politics of Jesús’ highlights the way the Jesus of dominant culture is oppressive and describes a Jesús from the barrio who chose poverty and disrupted the status quo. Saying “no” to oppression and its symbols, even when one of those symbols is Jesus, is the first step to saying “yes” to the self, to li...

The eerie (but not weird) nature of my daily ‘lockdown’ walk

4 April 2020 at 15:16
An eerie New Square Like (I am sure) many of you, there are moments when, whilst outside on my statutory, single period of exercise a day, the strangeness of what I am experiencing suddenly hits me and then I find myself struggling to find the precise language with which to describe it. As a recent article by Kaidi Wu (‘Hypocognition is a censorship tool that mutes what we can feel’) puts it: It is a strange feeling, stumbling upon an experience that we wish we had the apt words to describe, a precise language to capture. When we don’t, we are in a state of hypocognition, which means we lack the linguistic or cognitive representation of a concept to describe ideas or interpret experiences. Blossom on De Freville Avenue It’s a rem...

Time will tell—‘It is impossible to think in advance of experience, and no experience is merely empirical’

28 March 2020 at 20:50
My temporary office in the church common room
After a long and challenging week (as I know it will have been for all of you) and having spent an entire day (Saturday) from dawn until dusk writing the following piece I find that, as 9pm approaches, I can no longer tell whether it contains anything more than mere, arrant nonsense. Its certainly a flawed and far from perfect or finished piece. However, in the hope that it contains one or two useful goads to further thought in these difficult times, I hold my breath, ask for your forgiveness and patience, and press publish . . .

In a quiet moment last week (of which there were more than usual) I took some time to read an essay (Oakeshott as Philosopher by James Alexander) about the English philosopher and political theorist Michael Oakeshott (1901–1990) in which was quoted something from his earliest book Experience and Its Modes: ‘it is impossible to think in advance of experience, and no experience is merely empirical’ (Experience and Its Modes, Cambridge University Press, 1933, p. 117). Just to remind you, ‘empirical’ simply means that which is concerned with the observation and experience of actual events/things rather than trying to understand those same events/things firstly (and perhaps only) through the lens of some predetermined, abstract theory or ideology.

Before proceeding I should be clear I’m not suggesting that what follows is what Oakeshott actually thought but only those thoughts Oakeshott’s quotation has prompted me to think about in this new, disturbing and still unfolding experience of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Oakeshott’s words spoke powerfully to me as someone whose job requires me to produce some meaningful (and, hopefully, useful) copy each week and to deliver it up, in the moment, to an audience of some sort or another—until recently as an address in the Cambridge Unitarian Church on a Sunday morning and now only by email and via my blog.

For ministers of religion and politicians (‘radical’ and ‘conservative’ alike) the major temptation upon finding themselves in a new and challenging situation like this is, all too swiftly, to present to their audience some confidently and authoritatively expressed, soothing ‘big-picture’ about what the situation means for us—a picture primarily based, not upon actual events themselves, but upon their own preferred, predetermined, abstract theories or ideologies.

Probably like many of you, this week I’ve seen/heard online quite a lot of religious and political material like this and, to be frank, all of it has made me uncomfortable and some of it has made me more than a little queasy, especially those utterances which have called upon a supernatural god to provide help and salvation for us. For good or ill, I neither can nor wish to offer you such confident, authoritative and (superficially) soothing words. I think it’s far more honest simply to admit at the outset that not only do I have no sense of, or belief in, such a supernatural god (a sense that, for me, has only been deepened by this pandemic), neither do I have any firm and fixed ideas about what this event means for us now or will mean in the future, either as individuals, as members of a small liberal church community, as citizens of this or that village, town, city, country or, of course, as denizens of planet earth. In a wholly non-glib way all I can really say with confidence and authority is that ‘time will tell.’

The reason for saying this is because, as should be plain as a pikestaff, actual events are driving innumerable coaches and horses through aspects of everybody’s social, cultural, religious, political, national, financial and economic predetermined, abstract theories or ideologies. I hope it goes without saying that a fair few coaches and horses have recently driven roughshod through some of my own long-held theories and ideologies—the truth is, of course, that no one will escape experiencing something of this.

Given that such a global pandemic hasn’t occurred since 1918 (and never under the conditions that currently obtain in our modern, inter-connected, hyper-mobile world) it is surely right to say that thinking about what this event means cannot be occur before our experience of it. Consequently, it seems to me that, before I even vaguely begin think about (let alone speak or write about) what the current situation means or will mean, or what I believe (or hope) will (or should or may) come afterwards etc., it’s vitally important for me, for us all, properly to enter into this experience now and so allow it to teach us some necessary lessons.

Although there are surely others, it seems to me that we enter into this experience in at least two primary ways although, as we shall see, they are not really separate ways at all but, instead, intimately entangled and moving lines of thought/action.

The first way to enter into this experience now is a way of action. Observing the way nature is naturing in the form of the SARS-CoV-2 virus, the first necessary action for most of us to undertake (counterintuitively to so many people in this age of excessive and obsessive activity and consumption) is to be doing ‘nothing’ by staying at home and keeping apart from others as much as is humanly possible. It is through this kind of active-inaction that (again counterintuitively in our age) we simultaneously find ourselves able to continue actively to show our love to one another. Not, of course, through a loving, physical proximity to each other (marked by a handshake, a hug, a kiss, a drink down the pub, a party in a restaurant or park, etc.), but through an active, loving, physical ‘distance’ that, almost paradoxically, is joining many of us exceptionally closely in a spirit of love and compassion. It’s worth noting the strange truth that although we now find ourselves at a ‘distance’ and ‘far’ away from each other, through our renewed communications via email, telephone, blogs and video conferencing, in some very significant ways we’ve never been so ‘close’ or so ‘near’ to each other than we are at the moment. In short, for our own and other’s health and well-being (especially those involved in our essential, key services), this active-inaction is one key way we are currently being called upon to enter fully into this experience now.

Before going on to a second way to enter into this experience now it’s also worth noting—hard though it can be to acknowledge and internalize when so many lives, including our own, are at risk—that the SARS-CoV-2 virus is in fact playing a crucial part in this discovery of a new way of showing compassion and love to each other. For us to move forward wisely from this point it seems to me vital, therefore, that we do not come to see the virus as an some alien, external, ‘unnatural’ enemy, but to see it as playing a natural, active part along with ourselves in our world’s ‘conversational’ way of coming to be. Of course, there are good reasons why we are right to seek out strategies and, hopefully, vaccines to ameliorate its worst effects upon us. But, at the same time, I remain convinced we must gracefully and gratefully allow the ‘voice’ of the virus powerfully and creatively to inform our national and global conversations about how we might best organise our highly interconnected, highly mobile human societies in the future. SARS-CoV-2 is a partner in this conversation—a scary and dangerous partner to be sure—but a partner nonetheless.

The second way to enter into this experience now is a way of observation and reflection. Again these are both kinds of active-inactions. At this moment in time, as nature naturing in the form of the SARS-CoV-2 virus teaches us the importance of stepping back (at least temporarily) from each other’s obviously physical forms, might not nature simultaneously be ‘encouraging’ us (figuratively speaking, of course) also to be stepping back from and letting go of many of our old, previously held, abstract theories or ideologies about the world in order that we can, a) better observe and see what is actually happening (perhaps we should remember here the Chinese proverb that the best way to clear a muddy pond is to leave it alone) and, b) to reflect on what possibilities and opportunities for our future ways of being in the world may or may not, in time, genuinely be developed into actuality? As Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi notes ‘we should never forget that the present constitution of the world contains many different (conflicting) possibilities, not only one.’ The modest hope here is that these two things will help us be ready to take advantage of those moments when we can genuinely begin to extract and implement what we feel to be the best of the many immanent futurabilities that are always inscribed in the present (cf. Futurability: The Age of Impotence and the Horizon of Possibility, Verso Books, 2017, pp. 2-3). Of course, there is no guarantee that our own preferred, possible outcomes will come to pass rather than those we fear and would surely loathe but, without doubt, we’d be foolish not carefully to have made our observations and reflections so that, if and when, a propitious moment obtains we can quickly put our shoulders as firmly and confidently as we can to our preferred wheel’s direction of travel.

OK, so far, so good. But what about the second half of Oakeshott’s sentence in which he wrote ‘no experience is merely empirical’? Well, I take him to be reminding us that, although proceeding ‘as if’ there exists a genuinely ‘detached’, apparently ‘passive’ way to observe the world in order to discover what it is all about and what it might be teaching us about reality is, at times, a helpful, enabling fiction, it’s not wholly true.

The nineteenth-century French physiologist Claude Bernard (1813–1878), who almost certainly believed in this fiction, once wittily said ‘When you go into the laboratory do not forget to leave your imagination in the ante-room with your overcoat; on the other hand never forget to take it away with you when you go home’ (quoted in The Selected Writings of Maurice O’Connor Drury: On Wittgenstein, Philosophy, Religion and Psychiatry, Maurice O’Connor Drury, Bloomsbury, 2017, p. 264). However, our contemporary sciences have slowly but surely helped us see that everything, but everything, is always intra-acting with everything else, that there is no absolute separation between the laboratory and the ante-room/wider world, and that we are always in the world fully wrapped up, so to speak, in our (human) overcoats because there is no ante-room in which to hang them at the beginning or the end of the day. The truth is that we are always bringing something to the world in the form of ourselves that will inevitably affect, in often invisible and unexpected ways, the way the world is unfolding.

As the American feminist and physicist Karen Barad (b. 1956) has noted, we have been realising more and more that the world is not made up of discrete and essentially inert things about which our observations can ‘simply “disclose preexisting values” or properties but, in fact, [our observations] also always play a role in constituting them.’ In a recent paper Gamble, Hanan and Nail go on to observe:

‘Barad argues that since there is in fact no strict or fixed boundary line dividing even a scientific laboratory from the rest of the world, humans can therefore never observe the universe as though from outside of it. Thus, she argues, “[t]o the extent that humans participate in scientific or other practices of knowing, they do so as part of the larger material configuration of the world and its ongoing open-ended articulation.” As such, humans (like everything else) always partly constitute and are partly constituted by that which they observe’ (Christopher N. Gamble, Joshua S. Hanan & Thomas Nail (2019) WHAT IS NEW MATERIALISM?, Angelaki, 24:6, 111-134, DOI: 10.1080/0969725X.2019.1684704).

This pandemic and our current scientific knowledge are, together, reminding us in some deeply challenging ways that our world is intra-active (see three-minute video explained below) all the way up, down and around and that we can never truly isolate ourselves from any other thing, whether that’s each other, the SARS-CoV-2 virus, the spring blossom bursting out around us everywhere, the birds of the air, the lilies of the field, thin sects, plants, fish, coral, rock, soil, air, sun, water or anything else, ad infinitum. In short ‘No property of any discernible thing that is—whether its physical features, agency, or even its speech or thought—entirely precedes or remains unchanged by its actions or encounters with other things’ (ibid).


In the twinkling of an eye and at the same time, all of us across the planet earth are suddenly faced with the pressing need to find new ways in the present to live fully, justly, decently and compassionately together with all things in the full knowledge that we and all things are all, always-already, in this together and that there never has been, is not, and never will be any such thing as genuine self-isolation from any other thing. It has been impossible for our species as a planet-wide collective to think this in advance of our actual experience of this global pandemic and we are all suddenly discovering, first-hand, every minute of every day, that this experience is not merely empirical—only about putative, cold, static, flat facts concerning independent things existing ‘out there’but, for us, existential and intra-acting through and through.

Whenever the restrictions on our movements and physical proximity are finally lifted then will be the time to sit down together once again and see what the experience of this has meant to and taught each of us. It is only out of this kind of compassionate conversation born of shared experience that the best possible human futures might just, in time, come. But, as I say, time will tell, time will tell.

A Lucretian, Mothering Sunday meditation

22 March 2020 at 00:00
Venus in the backyard of the manse
Last year on Mothering Sunday I gave an address called ‘The maternalizing of matter and the materializing of the mother’—A poetic, supreme fiction for our age and, should you wish, you can read it again at the following link:

The maternalizing of matter and the materializing of the mother—A poetic, supreme fiction for our age.

The Roman poet, Lucretius (c. 99BCE – c. 55BCE), is through and through a materialist (although one of an unusual kind) and so for him there is no supernatural realm. Instead, the immanent, constant, self-creative movement of matter is all that is necessary for the world to be all that it is and is becoming. Stated so boldly, some people find this a cold and bleak way of understanding how the world is, but Lucretius’ genius was to offer this insight in a poetic way that helps us begin to intra-act creatively and compassionately with matter through its poetic ‘face’ (species) as a kind of mother. Lucretius’ primary ‘face’ (or ‘icon’) for this eternally moving, creative, material mother/mothering is the goddess Venus.

But, in holding Venus up as a goddess in this fashion, Lucretius does not depict her as some kind of actual supernatural being standing outside nature making/ordering the world but, instead, as a material symbol/icon through which we can more easily meditate upon the way the material world continually makes and remakes itself without the need for gods. We may say that Lucretius’ depiction of Venus in his poem is a kind of poetic supreme fiction which aims both to help us understand, and be passionate about, the way nature natures (natura naturans) and also how her mothering hand, which is always-already making and touching us and all things, simultaneously, is also always-already being touched back by what it touches (cf. Maurice Merleau-Ponty quoted in Thomas Nail: Lucretius 1, Edinburgh University Press, 2018, p. 88).

As you will read in the Mothering Sunday address I noted above, Thomas Nail reminds us that Venus is

. . . the mother [māter] of Aeneas [one of the mythical founders of Rome], from which the Latin words māteriēs [material] and māteria [matter] also come. Māter is also the tree or matrix, the source of the tree’s growth, whose Indo-European root is described by the Greek word hūlē, meaning tree and matter. First philosophy, for Lucretius, begins with the mother, with matter itself, with the creative power of matter itself to produce all things, the aeneadum (ibid, p. 23).

Nail points out that Venus becomes the material mother-goddess and so the concept of māteriēs ‘both maternalizes matter and materializes the mother at the same time.’

In other words, the mother of all creation is herself made of the same matter that she creates. Her materiality is the same materiality of the world. The mother of matter is the matter of the mother. Her creation is, therefore, the process of matter’s own process of materialization. Maternalization is materialization (ibid, p. 24).

Now you might think that, although philosophically and poetically this may be all very well and good, in the end, it is neither really here nor there as it has no real, practical, pastoral or religious consequences. Perhaps for some this is, and will remain, true but, on Friday of last week I was privileged and honoured to inter in our small memorial garden behind the church the ashes of a young girl called Sophie. The mother, the only person apart from me present, wanted the service to be on the spring equinox (half-way between light and dark, life and death) and for it to be a celebration of the cycles of life in which Mother Nature (māter) takes her own material (māteria) back into herself before gifting that same matter back by creating/sustaining new forms of life. Before we began we planted a daphne (‘Perfumed Princess’) as it was before this young plant that we were gently to lay young Sophie’s ashes to rest. Below, I reproduce the short service we used and I hope that you can see how the opening of Lucretius’ poem, in which he invokes Venus, spoke powerfully to the themes expressed above and served to help us both feel supported as material beings by the touch of Mother Nature’s material, mothering hand. As we touched her—in the form of the soil, Sophie’s ashes, our memories of Sophie (in the material form of our firing synapses), the wind, light, water, the Daphne etc.—she touched us and, in that intra-action (or so it seemed to me), there was the profound experience of knowing that everything touched is always-already being touched back by what it touches. A feeling only reinforced by the fact that, on what was a mostly overcast day, the sun came out and touched us with its warmth and we looked up towards it to touch it with our faces and sight.

At the end of the service we watered the soil around the daphne and above Sophie (an that act that was, of course, another kind of touching and blessing) and then the mother tied two Romanian martinkas (which I know through Bulgarian family connections as martenitsas) around the young plant. I did not know the mother was going to do this until that very moment but it was a truly powerful and affecting act because the symbolic meanings of the martinka/martenitsa resonate so strongly with all the Lucretian themes/ideas expressed above. Here’s the relevant passage from the Wikipedia page:

The newly planted daphne with its two martinkas/martenitsas
The red and white woven threads symbolize the wish for good health. They are the heralds of the coming of spring and of new life. While white as a colour symbolizes purity, red is a symbol of life and passion, and so some ethnologists have proposed that, in its very origins, the custom might have reminded people of the constant cycle of life and death, the balance of good and evil, and the sorrow and happiness in human life. The Martenitsa is also a stylized symbol of Mother Nature, the white symbolizing the purity of the melting white snow and the red setting of the sun, which becomes more and more intense as spring progresses. These two natural resources are the source of life. They are also associated with the male and female beginnings, and in their balance, with the need for balance in life.

In short, Friday’s service, although it was clearly a moment of profound grief and sadness, with spring blossom and flowers blooming everywhere around us in the garden it was also brought a powerful, healing understanding of in what consists our life (plants, earth, sun and humans) together as mortal, material beings. For our own generation now in the middle of this still evolving pandemic—a time that will assuredly be touched by profound grief and sadness—such an understanding of our own mortal, intra-acting material lives has never been more vital.

An Interment of Ashes for Sophie

It is good to be together at this time and place because we need the comforts both of nature and those we can give one another: human concern, support and love. We have been gathered together here on this Spring Solstice by death. But it is not death really, but life, that has gathered us here—the life that was Sophie’s and the life we share. It is because Sophie loved us and we loved her that we honour her memory this way.

In an immediate and very real way, because this is such a final and physical act, this is the most difficult one we must do when someone whom we loved has died. Yet now, as we stand under the rounding dome of the sky, with the resilient and good earth beneath our feet, washed by sunlight and air, we are helped to know, deep in our flesh, the sure cycles of nature, the fit of a human life span into the seasons of the generations, the earth, and the universe and we understand that there is an unmistakable rightness to what we now do.

¶ A moment of silence . . .

¶ Reading: Proem to Book One of Lucretius’ On the Nature of Things (trans. David R. Slavitt, University of California Press, 2008):

Mother of Aeneas and of his Rome, and of gods
and men the joy, dear Venus, who underneath the gliding
heavenly signals busies the seas with ships and makes
earth fruitful (for only through you are living things conceived
and because of you they rise up to bask in the light of the sun):
from you the harsh winds flee and the skies’ black storm clouds scatter
at your approach; for you the intricate earth sprouts flowers,
wide ocean roads subside into gentle smiling, and furthest
reaches of heaven glow serene in response to your prompting.
In the spring’s first days, the nurturing western breezes breathe
free again, and birds in the air, smitten by you,
warble the news of your coming, as beasts of woods and fields
cavort in the meadows and splash through brooks—and all for love.
Under your spell, all creatures follow your bidding, captive
eager even. Look to the teeming seas, the mountains,
the fast flowing streams, the treetops, or rolling gorse where the birds
flutter and dance the reel of lust as earth once more
renews itself as you have ordained, for you alone
govern the nature of things, and nothing comes forth to the light
except by you, and nothing joyful or lovely is made.

So bearing the naturalness of death to life in our minds we bid farewell to Sophie as we have known her. We honour her completed life and treasure her memory. Now we commit her ashes to the ground in the certainty that the cycle of life continues.

¶ The ashes are scattered . . .

¶ A further moment of silence . . .

We are glad Sophie lived. We cherish her memory. We leave our dead to the keeping of this peaceful plot of earth. With respect we say farewell to Sophie and, in love, we will remember her forever.

—o0o—

Other recent addresses/articles/opinion pieces with a Lucretian theme tied closely to the current COVID-19 pandemic can be found at these links. The first two are by me the third and fourth are by other authors interested in Lucretius and/or Epicurus:





—o0o—

And, lastly, few other photos of blossom and spring flowers 
at the Cambridge Unitarian Church in the last couple of days
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More speed? More strength? More consumption? More Things?—A meditation on Love in the time of Coronavirus

15 March 2020 at 16:31
Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi 
READINGS

Matthew 6:19-29 (trans. David Bentley Hart):

[Jesus said:] Do not store up treasures for yourself on the earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves penetrate by digging and steal; Rather, store up for yourself treasure in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves neither penetrate by digging nor steal; For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be. The lamp of the body is the eye. Thus if your eye be pure your entire body will be radiant; But if your eye be baleful your entire body will be dark. So if the light within you is darkness, how very great the darkness. No one can be a slave to two lords; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will stand fast by the one and disdain the other. You cannot be a slave both to God and to Mammon. Therefore I say to you: Do not worry, regarding your soul, what you will eat; nor, regarding your body, what you will wear. Is not your soul more than food and your body more than garments? See the birds of the sky—that they neither sow nor reap nor gather into granaries; and your heavenly Father feeds them; are you not more excellent than they? But who among you can, by worrying, lengthen the span of his life by a single cubit? And why do you worry over clothing? Look closely at the lilies of the field how they grow; they neither labor nor spin; Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was garbed like one of them. 

—o0o—

Fifth Elegy (extract) from the Duino Elegies 
by Rainer Maria Rilke (Trans. C. F. MacIntyre)

Angel, if there were a place we don't know, and there
on some ineffable carpet, the lovers who never
could bring off their feats here, could show
their bold lofty figures of heart-swings,
their towers of ecstasy, their pyramids
that long since, where there was no standing-ground,
were tremblingly propped together — could succeed
before the spectators around them, the innumerable silent
       dead:
would not these then throw their last, ever-hoarded,
ever-hidden, unknown to us, eternally
valid coins of happiness
before that pair with the finally genuine smile
on the assuaged carpet?

Fifth Elegy (extract) from the Duino Elegies 
by Rainer Maria Rilke (Trans. Stephen Mitchell)

Angel ! : If there were a place that we didn't know of, and
       there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they never could bring to mastery here—the bold
exploits of their high-flying hearts,
their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since been standing where there was no
   ground, leaning
just on each other, trembling,—and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless
       dead:
Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved-up,
forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid
coins of happiness before the at last
genuinely smiling pair on the gratified
carpet?

—o0o—

ADDRESS
More speed? More strength? More consumption? More Things?—A meditation on Love in the time of Coronavirus

Given our current situation, with all the worries it naturally brings, it seems to me impossible at the moment to give any address which does not, in some fashion, directly relate in the most positive ways possible meaningfully to the current situation. To do otherwise would be, at least in my opinion, merely to be sticking one’s head in the sand — a foolish strategy at any time, but especially at this moment of time.

Naturally, I do not wish to diminish the very significant, and possibly huge, dark and downsides to what may transpire in the coming weeks and months but I do wish to emphasise the possible and, at times, perhaps actual important and necessary upsides even though, at the moment, they may seem to be extremely limited and apparently insignificant. I think it’s worth remembering the old proverb that the darkest place is at the bottom of the lighthouse, i.e., even as it shines a saving light out into the gloom right where we are standing it is as dark as dark can be.  

Given this fact it is vitally important always to remember another proverb, namely, that ‘great oaks from little acorns grow’ and so my strategy for today, and for the next few weeks, will be to consider, as best as I can, the ‘little acorns’ wherever I find them in the hope that they may, in time, truly turn into great oaks.

So, for the first of my possible little acorns I want to turn again to someone whose work has had a profound and positive influence over my own thinking over the past decade, the Italian philosopher, Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi.

In this address, for your own ease of access later on to the ideas expressed here, I concentrate only upon what Beradi says in a short, twenty-four minute filmed interview made in 2011 to accompany his then new book, ‘After the Future.’ You can watch that by clicking the link below.


I should also add that, although this address starts with a rehearsal of some dark but important (if very sketchy) genealogical notes about how we got where we are today, they are there simply to help us better grasp the message of hope Berardi wishes to brings us. So hang in there.

Berardi begins by pointing out that, for our own Western European and North American culture, ideas of in what the future consists have for a long, long time now been tied closely to the hope and desire for more energy, more speed, more strength, more consumption, more things and, alas, more violence; simply put the the idea of the future has all been about more and more and more.

Berardi feels that the early twentieth-century Italian Futurist movement can be seen as our final step into this modern, futurist age.

Futurism (Italian: Futurismo) was an international artistic and social movement which originated in Italy and which delighted in wholly rejecting the past primarily by embracing speed, technology, youth, violence, war and the what were then very new material objects such as the car, the aeroplane and the modern, industrialised city.

Filippo Tommaso Marinetti (1876–1944), the movement’s founding figure, brought all these things together in his Futurist Manifesto of 1908 which was to prove highly congenial to the nascent Italian Fascist movement. It’s a nasty document that exalts violence and particularly despised anything to do with women or what it thought was feminine because, for the Futurists, the woman/the feminine was the epitome of weakness and sensuousness, in short, everything that modern energy wanted — and still wants — to forget.

Berardi feels, and I agree with him, that Futurism played a key part in bringing the world to its current state of despair because it helped deliver up to us a futurism without a future. Modern capitalism is, of course, a child of Futurism and we can see this particularly in its obsession with more and more speed and more and more growth which, in turn, has led to the destruction of our world in the name of the future — or rather, it has led to the world’s destruction in the name of its idea of the future.

By 1977 — the year of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee — many people like Berardi were beginning to intuit that if this was the future then, as far as we were concerned, there was no future. Indeed, for my generation, Generation X, nothing, but nothing, summed-up this nascent feeling better than the Sex Pistols’ single of that year, ‘God Save the Queen’, which contains the oft repeated refrain, ‘no future, no future for you.’


Consequently, as the decades have passed, retrospectively, 1977 has become for many of us the symbolic watershed moment when we were first forced to begin to seek ways to articulate something beyond the future because, for us, the future was over. Here, of course, is the origin of Berardi’s book title ‘After the Future.’

There have been many responses to this feeling and not all of them have been positive — after all the Sex Pistols were themselves far from being noted purveyors of hope — but some responses have been, including that suggested by Berardi. Berardi was amongst those who became aware that, because our very possibility of joy was being destroyed by capitalism and growth, we needed to find ways to live in a post-futurist fashion.

A key act of rebellion was to find more time to live in the present and to choose what he calls the slowness of pleasure. In this he reveals some very strong Epicurean tendencies, the only philosophy which seems to me to offer us a genuine way out of our current malaise. Anyway, at this point in his interview Berardi quotes Jesus teaching about the birds of the air and flowers of the field because, for Berardi, they are unparalleled examples of creatures who don’t work in order to accumulate or possess things but are, instead, creatures who never cease to live in time (in season) and to find their pleasures in time. Bifo’s basic point here is that unlike most other things, time is not something you can accumulate as you can with, for example, gold, money and material things. When it comes to time you can only live in it, taking pleasure in the becoming other of yourself, being yourself without protecting yourself. This, for Berardi, is post-futurism.

To live like the birds of the air and the flowers of the field requires what Berardi calls ‘ungrowth’ — an ugly word that he admits is only an approximation to a better concept we still need to invent. However, essentially, it’s a word which helps us see the need for our society to let go of its obsession with growth and to encourage the kind of responses we begin to make when we realize, truly realize, that we do not need more money and more things and that what we most certainly need is more time, more joy.

Berardi notes that ‘ungrowth’ seems to some people to hint at something ‘less’ but this is not at all the case. It’s a word that seeks to remind us that what we need is not less life or  less pleasure. No! Not at all. It’s a word that reminds us we need more life, more pleasure. But this, in turn does not imply more consumption, more merchandise or more work. Berardi is insistent that we are dying because of the huge bubble of work and that we have all been working too much over the past 500 years. Berardi’s call, delivered straight to camera is, therefore:

“Stop working now, start living, please.”

It is in this context that Berardi reads the extract from Rilke’s Fifth Duino Elegy that you heard earlier. I realise that on the surface it’s an allusive and apparently obscure text but in the context of Berardi’s discourse I think it’s actually a fairly straightforward one.

What we have is (were it possible) a poet asking an Angel what would it be like were we who are utterly obsessed with the future — that imagined future of more and more and more gain and more and more and more material goods — what would it be like if we (and the dead of countless generations around us) could see, actually see, two lovers consummate their love on that beautiful carpet, both fully in the moment, both fully in time, both fully taking the slow, bodily pleasure and joy in their becoming (each)other? In other words, it is to be asking something akin to what would it be like were we able to live like the birds of the air and the flowers of the field?

What might seeing a couple be like this make us do? Well Rilke suggests, is would make us willing to cast on to that carpet everything, but everything we had accumulated, even our last, ever-hoarded, ever-hidden, even unknown, eternally valid coins of happiness and that act of giving would, finally, bring to our lips and whole being perhaps our first genuine, smile.

Seeing this conjunction of bodies also serves to remind us we, too, have a body and that the deep joys and pleasures this body can bring us can only be had in the moment, in the now, in the encounter and embrace of others. For Berardi this is all about becoming a singularity, that is to say becoming ourselves in the act of being slowly, pleasurably, joyfully intertwined with the other. This intra-connected way of being in the world is in stark contrast to the modern, capitalist obsession with individuality and which has continually encouraged only accumulation and the separation of the self from the world.

Berardi wants us to see that the way we have been in the world for far, far too long has caused us to forget both our body, our place in time and the expressions of love which cannot be accumulated.

But our capitalist world — until only a few weeks ago — wanted only our fragments of time (think here of the gig economy with its zero hours contracts and no sick- or holiday pay); it most certainly did not want us as true embodied, social human beings.

I fully realise that current events are deeply frightening and worrying and what transpires may (in fact I’m sure, will) bring us real suffering. I cannot pretend otherwise. But, notice this. In the twinkling of an eye, our capitalist world no longer needs (or can now have) our time and we now simply have to find another way of being together that is not directed at gain, at accumulation, at getting more and things, but which is directed at being together, like Rilke’s lovers on the carpet, lovingly, compassionately and supportively in this moment now.

Shocking and difficult though this moment is and will remain for a good while yet, it does offer us an opportunity to come back together lovingly embraced one with each other on the ineffable, assuaged carpet of this moment now. Give that this is a flu pandemic this embrace cannot be a literalistic one but it can be a philosophical, religious, spiritual, artistic and social one through the sharing of story, poetry and song, perhaps something akin to that presented by great Italian Renaissance author Boccaccio’s (1313-1375) in his famous work, “The Decammeron” set in 1348 whilst a terrible plague running unchecked in Florence. Boccaccio’s response to this was to begin to articulate a simple, civil humanism of neighbourly love which is able confidently to act upon the maxim: Umana cosa è aver compassione degli afflitti — It is human to have compassion for those in distress. [I’ve written about this in another context at this link.] It strikes me that Berardi (and Epicurus) offer us powerful resources to do this in our own time.

But this moment of loving embrace and togetherness that Berardi and I are advocating cannot be accumulated for the future — it can only be expressed in now and in every consecutive moment hence because there is no such thing as love but only acts of love. In the end, as our own religious tradition’s central exemplar Jesus always knew, only love displayed to our neighbour in the present moment will ever be sufficient to save us all.

Facts not fear. Clean hands. Open hearts.—An Epicurean/Lucretian meditation on how to respond to the ongoing CORVID-19 epidemic

8 March 2020 at 15:49
Lucretius contemplating how nature works Introductory meditation (excluding the Lord’s Prayer) adapted from ‘An Epicurean Gathering’ arranged by me, Lewis Connolly (until recently the minister of the Ipswich Unitarian Meeting House) and Dean Reynolds: The Roman poet Lucretius wrote: In the murk of our darkness, you, Epicurus, raised your blazing lantern to show us the blessings of life. And we follow you, walking with confident footsteps the trails you have blazed, not to be your rival, but in admiration and love, and happy to have your example to guide us. [. . .] And so, we begin to follow Epicurus’ thoughts, his arguments, and his reasons and, as we do, our mind’s terrors abate, while the opaque walls of the world open wide ...

The Cambridge Unitarian Church as an example of a ‘real utopia’?—An encouragement to read Erik Olin Wright's ‘How to Be an Anticapitalist in the Twenty-First Century’

4 March 2020 at 14:44
For last Sunday’s service I wrote a piece called ‘A world without gain?—An address for Fairtrade Fortnight meditating on a thought by Karl Polanyi and with an after-thought drawn from Paul Mason’ in which I asked the following question: What would fair-trade look like in a world that had been able to free itself from the motive ‘gain’ as its central principle and which has an economic system run on noneconomic motives and which organizes itself on the principles of reciprocity or redistribution, or householding, or some combination of the three? After giving the address, both in the period of conversation in the service itself and during the bring and share lunch afterwards in the hall, I was asked about what my own practical...

A world without gain? An address for Fairtrade Fortnight meditating on a thought by Karl Polanyi and with an afterthought drawn from Paul Mason

1 March 2020 at 15:30
Polanyi teaching at the Workers’ Educational Association, c. 1939 (William Townsend) Mark 8:35-37 trans. David Bentley Hart [Jesus said:] For whoever wishes to save his soul will lose it; but whoever will lose his soul for the sake of me and of the good tidings will save it. For what does it profit a man to gain the whole cosmos and to forfeit his soul? For what might a man give in exchange for his soul?  Mark 12:28-31 trans. David Bentley Hart And one of the scribes, approaching, hearing them debating and perceiving that he answered them well, asked him, “Which commandment is first among all?” Jesus answered: “The first is: ‘Hear, Israel, the Lord our God is One Lord, And you shall love the Lord your God out of your whole he...

A winter’s day pilgrimage-cum-treasure-hunt to meet with some Straw Bears and to follow a plough

23 February 2020 at 16:32
A Straw Bear in Whittlesea READINGS: Matthew 13:44-52 (trans. David Bentley Hart) [Jesus said:] “The Kingdom of the heavens is like a treasure that had been hidden in a field, which a man found and hid, and from his joy he goes and sells the things he owns and purchases that field. Again, the Kingdom of the heavens is like a merchant looking for lovely pearls; And, finding one extremely valuable pearl, he went away and sold all the things he owned and purchased it. Again, the Kingdom of the heavens is like a large dragnet cast into the sea and gathering in things of every kind: And when it was filled they drew it up onto the strand and, sitting down, collected the good things in vessels, but threw the rancid things away. Thus it will b...

A few views of the Leper Chapel, Barnwell, Cambridge in late winter sun

17 February 2020 at 17:22
A few views of the Leper Chapel, Barnwell, Cambridge in late winter sun. I happened to be passing by on my way to the nearby funeral directors when I noticed it was open. I hadn't visited for a while so took the opportunity to reacquaint myself with this lovely (ca. 1125 CE) building. As before my visit was made all the better by a warm and informative welcome from a volunteer working with Cambridge, Past Present and Future.

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A new-materialist meditation following Valentine’s Day: Time-scissored work—the meaning-full nature of fragments

16 February 2020 at 14:34
“Sappho of Eressos”—Roman copy of a the 5th C. BCE Greek original READINGS Two Fragments by Sappho trans. Willis Barnstone Afroditi and Desire It is not easy for us to equal the goddess in beauty of form   Adonis desire and Afroditi poured nectar from a gold pitcher with hands Persuasion the Geraistion shrine lovers of no one I shall enter desire Return, Gongyla A deed your lovely face if not, winter and no pain I bid you, Abanthis, take up the lyre and sing of Gongyla as again desire floats around you the beautiful. When you saw her dress it excited you. I'm happy. The Kypros-born once blamed me for praying this word: I want Papyrus by Ezra Pound Spring . . . Too long . . . Gongula . . . Song by Robert Creeley What do you want, l...

Some photos of a sunny, windy, winter’s day walk to Grantchester by the River Cam in the company of Martin Heidgger and A. R. Ammons

11 February 2020 at 20:35
This morning, on a windy but lovely and sunny, late winter’s day, I took myself off to Grantchester and the famous Orchard Tea Garden where I spent a happy hour drinking tea and reading Heidegger’s   (to me wonderful and inspiring) short essay, The Pathway and also some poems from A. R. Ammons’ 1964 collection Expressions of Sea Level. As always, I took a few photos along the way and post them here for your pleasure. The last two I took when I got back into town, the first is of the chapel of Corpus Christi College, the second (in colour) is of the covered walkway in front of the chapel in Emmanuel College.

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Learning from Lucretius in the shadow of coronavirus

9 February 2020 at 15:48
The Plague of Athens READING: Lines 58-78 from Book VI of the De Rerum Natura ( The Nature of Things ) by Lucretius trans. by David R. Slavitt (University of California Press, 2008, pp. 253-254) . . . But people / tend to revert under stress to their earlier superstitions and imagine cruel taskmasters, omnipotent beings we wretches / ought to fear and appease, even though clear logic / sets forth those things that can be and those that cannot and shows us / the boundaries of the different domains that not even the gods / are able to cross. But faulty thinking leads men astray. / What you have to do is spew out all those absurd ideas / and get them far behind, unworthy as they are / of the gods whom they unwittingly insult in a descriptio...

Those who drink in season shall live before they die—A few photos taken in the Cambridge University Botanic Garden

3 February 2020 at 17:02
This morning Susanna and I took a slow and pleasant walk to the Cambridge University Botanic Garden in some lovely winter sun. Each season has its pleasures and, as Housman wisely reminded us, we must drink in season and not try to rush the coming of spring or, indeed, rush the coming in of anything. If we can do this there is a chance that we shall live before we die and so, together, Susanna and I did a little lovely living before we die. Along the way I took a few photos and include them here for your pleasure. All taken with a Fuji X100F Just click on a photo to enlarge it    A. E. Housman: Poem XXII from More Poems (1936)  Ho, everyone that thirsteth         And hath the price to give, Come to the stolen waters,         D...

‘We are the Christians who move on’ or ‘Overcoming is worthy only when we think about incorporation’ — some thoughts on ‘God’, ‘verwindung’ and ‘überwindung’

2 February 2020 at 14:51
An example of verwindung in the everyday world of ropes READINGS  1 Corinthians 1:25 For God’s foolishness is wiser than human wisdom, and God’s weakness is stronger than human strength. Tao Te Ching (from Ch. 78, trans. Addiss and Lombardo) Nothing in the world is soft and weak as water. But when attacking the hard and strong Nothing can conquer so easily. Weak overcomes strong, Soft overcomes hard. From Tanabe Hajime’s God by James W. Heisig: (Nanzan Institute for Religion & Culture, Bulletin 38, 2014, p.40) The Japanese philosopher Tanabe Hajime (1885-1962) went through a long and complex development in his understanding of the word ‘God’ but throughout his life there seemed to be in play one, basic question. Here’s how...

Some words on “cultural unity” and a personal, continuing commitment to the “European Project”—A post to mourn the tragic and foolhardy moment the UK leaves the EU

31 January 2020 at 23:00
The post will ‘go live’ automatically at 11pm GMT on the 31st January, at the tragic and foolhardy moment the UK formally leaves the EU. I’m not going to sitting around waiting to press the publish button but will (I hope) be doing something else more useful instead, though what that will be I have, as yet, no idea. It may simply be to be asleep after taking an early night. Who knows.

But whatever I turn out to be doing, the moment itself can only be one characterised by a deep sadness, both for me personally and for many millions of citizens in the UK and the European Union. I resent, with a passion, the fact that my European citizenship has been stolen from me by those who led a campaign that, straightforwardly and simply, lied and dissembled. From my perspective as a disenfranchised European citizen Brexit was, and will remain, an illegal and profoundly immoral project.

I don’t really know what can be said that will make the actual moment feel any better and perhaps only music and art can help. It’s in this context that I point readers to Jóhann Jóhannsson’s (1969–2018) last solo composition, a series of pieces for string quartet called “12 Conversations with Thilo Heinzmann”. They came about thanks to a British philanthropist called Richard Thomas who wondered:

‘. . . if it would be possible to commission a work that was the result of a genuine collaboration between a composer and a painter – not simply one responding to the work of the other. He had collected the work of the German painter Thilo Heinzmann, and asked that artist if there were a composer he’d be interested in working with. Heinzmann immediately named Jóhann Jóhannsson.’

And so Jóhannsson work came into being.


But there was always another important layer to the work as Thomas makes clear in the liner notes to the recording:

‘“For me the essence of the European Union is cultural unity,” he says, “and the way to express that, is to do it.” So here was a project involving an Icelandic composer living in Denmark, a German painter, a British catalyst, and subsequently Echo Collective, the Belgium-based collaborative ensemble that frequently worked with Jóhannsson. 12 Conversations with Thilo Heinzmann became – in part, at least – a plea for a continued commitment to what some have called the “European Project.”’

And, in the end, this plain and simple plea for a continued commitment to what some have called the “European Project” is all this post is and can be given the brute, political fact that the moment of Brexit is now upon us.

A Pantheist Pilgrimage—by bicycle in winter sun to visit Agnes Arber’s grave in Girton

28 January 2020 at 17:20
This morning I decided to take a short spin over to Girton and then back into Cambridge via Impington Windmill (a photo of which magnificent building heads up this post). The main reason for going out was simply the desire/need to be outside washed by the cold wind and winter sun after too many days spent indoors. But Girton particularly called to me as a destination because my reading of Mary-Jane Rubenstein’s truly wonderful, insightful and exciting book “Pantheologies” had sent me back with a new set of insights/thoughts/questions to the work of one of my own heroes of pantheism, namely the extraordinary, Cambridge botanist and philosopher, Agnes Arber (1879-1960) whose final book, entitled “The Manifold and the One”, I accidentally stumbled across in 2007 whilst staying in Wells-next-the-Sea. (At this link, should you be interested, you can find an address on her and the book that I gave back in 2017.) I recommend wholeheartedly getting hold of a secondhand copy of the “The Manifold and the One” and also reading through the following paper:

Agnes Arber, née Robertson (1879–1960): Fragments of her Life, Including her Place in Biology and in Women’s Studies by Rudolf Schmid
Annals of Botany, Volume 88, Issue 6, December 2001, Pages 1105–1128, https://doi.org/10.1006/anbo.2001.1553 

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St Andrew’s, Girton 

Agnes Arber’s grave, St Andrew’s, Girton

Agnes Arber’s grave, St Andrew’s, Girton

St Andrew’s, Girton, looking east

St Andrew’s, Girton, looking west

The Raleigh Superbe outside St Andrew’s, Girton

St Andrew’s, Girton

Houses hard-by St Andrew’s, Girton

Plaque on a bench on Washpit Lane, Girton. Who were these two women who died so young?

The same bench as above, now close to final disintegration

The end of Washpit Lane now terminated by the hell that is the A14

The end of Washpit Lane with a turn-off to farm buildings

The end of Washpit Lane looking back towards Girton

A winter scene on a footpath near Girton

A winter scene on a footpath near Girton

A winter scene on a footpath near Girton

More thoughts about naps on boats and biblical counterblows to [neoliberal, capitalist] oppression

26 January 2020 at 16:06
INTRODUCTION This address is in fact two addresses or, to be a bit accurate, there is a meta-address as well as the one obviously given below.  The meta-address concerns the fact that, in liberal religious circles (the one I most often inhabit and in which this address was given) most of our time is spent pro-fanum, i. e. in the precincts outside/before ( pro- ) any holy place/site/santuary ( fanum ) discussing whether, if and how we can/might actually enter, with a clean heart and full pathos, into such a place of faith . We are prone to like having all our justifications and reasons lined up neatly and fully and rationally thought through before we can even deign think about entering such a place. Whilst this critical/sceptical way of...

The Climate Crisis: A Clergy Call to Action

24 January 2020 at 21:30
I'm a member of Clergy Letter Project which has just published a letter on the Climate Crisis. If any readers of this blog are, themselves, members of the clergy (no matter what from what faith tradition) then please consider clicking on the link below to go directly to the website, and/or read the text below. If you are minded then to sign the letter, even better.

http://www.theclergyletterproject.org/Climate_Letter/ClimateLtr.html

The Climate Crisis: A Clergy Call to Action

We are faced with a crisis today.  

A multitude of human activities including the use of fossil fuels, large-scale agriculture, and large-scale land clearance have modified the natural processes that sustain life in every ecosystem and culture on the entire planet.  This is no longer a question for debate.  The question we (humans) must answer—and the impetus for this letter—is:  “How will we respond to this crisis?”  

We call on leaders from all of the many faith traditions and ethical communities throughout the world to unite with scientists, activists, and concerned citizens as one voice in calling for humanity to recognize the crisis, our role in creating it, and our collective responsibility to immediately identify and enact solutions. 

Scientific understandings and religious teachings alike teach us that we are connected as one human family and, further, we are connected to all life.  Thus, our own survival is inextricably connected to the responsible stewardship of the Earth and all its creatures.

The many faith traditions that exist across the world, while differing in specific beliefs and expressions of their convictions, share many common values.  One of those is a commitment to care for the disenfranchised.  We know that the people with the least access to resources experience the greatest suffering as a result of a changing climate.  Ecological insecurity reinforces inequality.  We have a moral and ethical responsibility to advocate for those who are vulnerable and/or voiceless.  

We clergy signing this letter pledge ourselves to express our love for humanity and for all life on Earth by advocating for an immediate change in our behaviors that continue to threaten the health of the planet, its people, and their varied cultures.  We urge you to join us in the education and motivation of our fellow planetary citizens, and to help us unite and to take the steps urgently needed to save our home.

We must remember, in this work, to be kind to one another.  It is easy to let the panic, the frustration, and the pain turn us against one another, to speak in harsh judgment, and to act in self-righteous anger, but we will only move forward together.  It is not only important what we do but how we do it.  We must acknowledge our shared needs and celebrate our differences in meeting them – but do so with a compassionate, honest, and committed regard for the Earth and its inhabitants.  This is what brings us joy in the work and hope for the future.

The climate is changing, but there is also evidence of a changing climate in public opinion and resolve.  People are ready to insist on and be a part of the necessary change.  People are ready to explore what it takes to remake our societies in response to this challenge; to turn the world around.  

Our religious communities should lead in asking a simple question:  How can we be good ancestors?  A powerful question.  A spiritual practice.  A call to action. 

Join us in this work.  The time is now.

A few photos of the Stanground of “The Stoneground Ghost Tales” (1912) by E. G. Swain

20 January 2020 at 18:21
On Saturday in the company of an old college friend, Graham, Susanna and I took a spin over towards Peterborough to the village of Whittlesey to take part in the Straw Bear Festival which you can read all about at this link. After spending a very enjoyable morning there we travelled on a couple of miles further to visit the village of Stanground and the church of St John the Baptist & St Michael & All Angels. The reason for this latter visit was because of our shared enjoyment of E. G. Swain’s “Stanground Ghost Tales” (1912) which were set in and around the church. You can read the stories by clicking this link.

I took a few pictures whilst there and post them here for your pleasure.

All photos taken with a Fuji X100F

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12th century Saxon, Lampass Cross

12th century Saxon, Lampass Cross












The eastern end of the church. Note the gate on south side.
See the story called The Eastern Window.

The east window with John the Baptist in the second light from the right.
See the story called The Eastern Window.

A New Year’s (Decade’s) Resolution?—Be more like Jesus—Some lessons for Unitarian & Free Christians from the Marginal Mennonites and some Trappist Monks

19 January 2020 at 16:06
Introduction to the reading I subscribe to a online group called “The Marginal Mennonite Society” — indeed, I consider myself to be a Marginal Mennonite because I find myself very much in agreement with the spirit of their public declaration. For your information and, I hope interest and enjoyment, we’ll read that in a moment. But, having admitted this affiliation, as a minister on the roll of the General Assembly of Unitarian and Free Christian Churches it seems important to point out why this is neither odd nor in conflict with my formal status as a minster.  It is because our own church’s origins in Poland during the sixteenth-century are to be found in exactly the same broad, Radical Reformation, Anabaptist movement that g...

“It is no longer I who pursue philosophy, but rather repentance that thinks through me”—A meditation on an insight of Tanabe Hajime’s

12 January 2020 at 16:01
Window in St Olaf's Church, Wasdale Head READINGS: Psalm 121 (AV) I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. Mark 1:14-15 The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near; repent, and believe in the good new...

Epiphany — Walking with the three Magians between doubtful maximal belief and total secular humanism

5 January 2020 at 15:42
The Nativity Set in the Cambridge Unitarian Church INTRODUCTION In my Christmas Day address I explored with you the thought that when we read the nativity stories — and, today, the associated story of the visit of the Magians (see David Bentley Hart’s translation below)— we are not reading descriptions of actual events because thanks to a couple of centuries of good biblical scholarship we are sure as eggs is eggs that this is a piece of pious, poetic fiction; beautiful and compelling, yes, but fiction nonetheless. I suggested, instead, that what we have before us is a story written (or more probably borrowed and adapted) by Matthew which had allowed ‘something [to] well up in the inner reaches of [his] consciousness’ Michael ...

A few photos from New Year's Day on Christ's Pieces, Jesus Green and Midsummer Common, Cambridge

1 January 2020 at 15:32
A few photos from New Year's Day on Christ's Pieces, Jesus Green and Midsummer Common, Cambridge All taken with a Fuji X100F, all straight out of the camera jpegs Just click on a photo to enlarge Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces with the Unitarian Church in the distance on the left Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Christ's Pieces Belmont Place looking into Jesus Lane Jesus Lane  Public lavatories and hayloft by Midsummer Common  Trees surrounding Jesus College, from Victoria Avenue London Plane tree on Jesus Green  Trees around Jesus College from Jesus Green Avenue of London Plane trees, Jesus Green Avenue of London Plane trees, Jesus Green Trees around Jesus College from J...

Ten black and white photographs around Cambridge at the tail end of the decade

1 January 2020 at 10:49
Ten black and white photographs in and around Cambridge at the tail end of the decade
All taken with a Fuji X100F, all straight out of the camera jpegs
Just click on a photo to enlarge

On the road to Great Haslingfield

Our Lady of the English Martyrs across Parker's Piece, Cambridge

Christ's Pieces, Cambridge

Chandelier and organ in Emmanuel College Chapel, Cambridge

The River Cam at night, Cambridge

Outside the chapel at Emmanuel College, Cambridge

River bank by the River Cam in the Paradise Local Nature Reserve, Cambridge

Advent star and lamp in the Unitarian Manse, Cambridge

The avenue of London Plane trees, Jesus Green, Cambridge

St John's College chapel, Cambridge

Our gift of Life in context see, a pearl of Grace in Eternity—An address in preparation for the New Year 2020

29 December 2019 at 15:56
Spinoza in a window of George's Meeting House (Unitarian), Exeter READINGS Psalm 74:16-17 The day is thine, the night also is thine:  thou hast prepared the light and the sun.  Thou hast set all the borders of the earth:  thou hast made summer and winter. Night and Death (1828) by Joseph Blanco White (1775–1841) MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first Parent knew   Thee, from report divine, and heard thy name,   Did he not tremble for this lovely Frame,   This glorious canopy of Light and Blue? Yet ’neath a curtain of translucent dew,   Bathed in the rays of the great setting Flame,   Hesperus with the Host of Heaven came,   And lo! Creation widened on Man’s view. Who could have thought such Darkness lay concealed   Within thy b...

Christmas Day Address 2019 — The Source that Beckoned

25 December 2019 at 08:38
‘The Nativity at Night’ (1490) by Geertgen tot Sint Jans
READINGS:



ADDRESS
The Source that Beckoned

For those of us who have become profoundly sceptical about the historicity of the nativity stories and the many naive, theologically realist meanings given to them by the Christian tradition, one of the simplest ways creatively to enter back into the living spirit of the stories is to remember that they were not written as descriptions of an actual event real or imagined.

To many people this may seem to be bit of an odd thing to say since the stories have gifted us what is an utterly unforgettable and iconic mise-en-scène — literally a ‘placing on stage’ — in the form of the classic nativity scene which is reproduced in paintings, plays and models around the world.

Our back-reading of these stories over some two-thousand years have made them stories seem to us so obviously to be descriptions of this mise-en-scène that we have utterly lost sight of something which was of central importance to their writers, traditionally named Matthew and Luke.

One of four views of Tintern Abbey by Frederick Calbert (1815)
To help you sense what this ‘something’ is (or might be) I need to bring before you the insightful reading of Wordsworth’s poem ‘Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour, 13 July 1798’ made by the Britsh contemporary philosopher and Buddhist, Michael McGhee. Here are the poem’s opening eight lines again:

Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! And again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain springs
With a soft inland murmur. Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky. 

McGhee observes that the point:

. . . is not that the steep and lofty cliffs should stimulate the idea of a more deep seclusion than the greatest that can be imagined, but that the scenery speaks for, is correspondent with, the possibility of a state of mind and it is that which, if it achieves reality, becomes the object of further comparison . . . [the state of mind] beckons towards deeper experience which in turn resonates with the words: indeed we discover the source of the resonance that beckoned (Michael McGhee: Transformations of the Mind: Philosophy as Spiritual Practice, CUP 2000, p. 126, his emphasis)

I realise that this is quite a difficult paragraph to understand, especially on a first hearing but the key thing to grasp is that McGhee thinks Wordsworth has felt that the physical scene before him corresponds in some powerful way with his ‘state of mind’ and his associated insights into how the world is and his place in it. Wordsworth writes about the landscape, therefore, not in order to describe it to us as a writer of a straightforward guide book might try to do, but in order to set up the possibility that it will resonate with us in a similar fashion such that it brings about in us what he hopes will be the same (or at least very similar) state of mind.

I cannot emphasise enough that the point here is ‘the state of mind’ not the description of the landscape scene. Wordsworth’s wider hope is that if his poem can help this state of mind achieve a certain reality for both him and we the reader then we can begin to talk with each other about that, and this is something we can do anywhere, even ‘in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din / Of towns and cities.’

His further hope is that by comparing our different experiences of this state of mind we will both beckoned towards a deeper experience which continues to resonate with the words of the poem and which, ultimately, may help us, as Wordsworth thought, ‘into the life of things’ and so, perhaps, discover the source of the resonance that beckoned.

In this poem ‘the source’ seems to be something that is pantheistic in nature, perhaps something akin to Spinoza’s ‘deus sive natura’, god-or-nature, whom we evoke at the beginning of every morning service here. In any case, as Wordsworth says Aside from this, for us ‘with an eye made quiet by the power / Of harmony, and the deep power of joy’ we are, he feels, able to ‘see into the life of things’ and experience, as some lines later in the poem tell us, ‘a sense sublime . . .

Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

On a very day to day practical level Wordsworth felt that all this could bring to us

that blessed mood, 
In which the burthen of the mystery, 
In which the heavy and the weary weight 
Of all this unintelligible world, 
Is lightened.

Anyway, it has long seemed to me highly likely that the writers of the nativity stories were attempting to achieve something similar.

The stories were written because in observing the process that leads up to and includes the birth of any child (not Jesus himself, of course, for the writers were writing many years after Jesus actual birth of which there is absolutely no first-hand account) the authors had themselves experienced ‘certain conditions in which their minds were set in motion’ (p. 124) which, to quote William James from his ‘Varieties of Religious Experience’, allowed ‘something [to] well up in the inner reaches of their consciousness’ (William James quoted by McGhee p. 17). The authors then tried to communicate this whole experience to us through means of ‘aesthetic ideas and images’ centred on this person called Jesus; in other words they ‘gave us an approximation of this experience and, in so doing, gave it the semblance of objective reality’ (McGhee p. 119) — namely a child who was god, a god who was a child, a god who is in the world with us (Immanuel), and our world which, all in all, is in god.

But whether my personal sense of their state of mind is right or wrong, the semblance of objective reality they gave their state of mind were, without doubt, their respective (and actually very different) nativity scenes. The problem for those of us, in a rational, freethinking, Radical Enlightenment inspired church tradition such as this, stems from the fact that the semblances the writers created were so stunning and attractive that over the intervening two-thousand years their aesthetic ideas and images have all too often degenerated into forms of naive theological realism within our culture.

As an intellectual and religious community we have, quite rightly, rejected all such naive theological realisms and this was a very good, and very necessary, thing to do. But the downside of our protestations, and I think it is a significant downside, is that at Christmas (and, actually in many other situations) we have been too quickly led to dismiss stories — like those about the nativity — as being nothing more than pretty but ultimately meaningless and dispensable faulty descriptions of the world.

But what might emerge for us if we could reconnect with the thought that perhaps the writers of the nativity stories (and other examples of religious stories) were not trying to describe or explain things in naive, theologically realist ways, but simply trying to communicate to us a certain, ultimately shared, state of mind?

That seems right to me and so I’d encourage you to contemplate this thought further in the coming months and years.

All I can say on this, as on most Christmas mornings, is that the resonances set up by the steep and lofty cliffs above Tintern Abbey create in me a state of mind that seems strongly related to the resonances set up by looking at the nativity scenes and the associated state of mind they help create in me.

As I read and look at the nativity scene, especially in the picture ‘The Nativity at Night’ (1490) by Geertgen tot Sint Jans — where, you will see, he has left an empty space by the crib-side in the central foreground so you can yourself join the holy family, assorted angels and ox and donkey in pondering the Christ-child — my state of mind can only be described, as I have already indicated, as pantheistic in a way close to that talked about by Spinoza, and so I cannot but help see before me in the Christmas mise-en-scène a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things.

Was this what the gospel writers actually intended? Was their state of mind and my own the same? I cannot, of course, ever know for sure.

But of one thing I can be absolutely sure. We must never be seduced into thinking that the nativity stories can be reduced to being naive theological realisms. That we are here together this morning indicates that in the nativity stories there is a hum of a creative, natural energy with which we can/do resonate.

So go on, why not risk moving close to the crib once again and see what state of mind the resonance sets up in you? Perhaps, if we’re attentive enough, we might still just sense **the source** of the resonance that beckoned and find ‘that blessed mood, / In which the burthen of the mystery, / In which the heavy and the weary weight / Of all this unintelligible world, / Is lightened.

Happy Christmas to you all.

Mary ponders and a muddy pond clears—that for which, in Advent, we await (a post-election Advent address)

22 December 2019 at 15:32
The nativity scene in the Cambridge Unitarian Church READINGS  The Shepherds and the Angels (Luke 2:8-19) In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,  ‘Glory to God in...

Scattering the proud in the imagination of their hearts; putting down the mighty from their seat; exalting the humble and meek; filling the hungry with good things — an Advent address written to outline the task before a progressive, liberal-rel...

15 December 2019 at 15:12
READINGS The Magnificat (Luke 1:46-55) in David Bentley Hart’s translation (2017) And Mary said, ‘ My soul proclaims the Lord’s greatness, and my spirit rejoices in God my saviour, because he looked upon the low estate of his slave. For see: Henceforth all generations will bless me; because the Mighty One has done great things to me. And holy is his name, and his mercy is for generations and generations to those who fear him. He has worked power with his arm, he has scattered those who are arrogant in the thoughts of their hearts; he has pulled dynasts down from thrones and exalted the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty. He has given aid to Israel his servant, remembering his mercy, just ...

A Christmas Tree & a food bank collection box—a shameful juxtaposition and a representation of the "new normal"

13 December 2019 at 15:34
This morning (Friday 13, 2019) at the Cambridge Unitarian Church we put up our Christmas Tree but, look behind it at the food bank collection box(Trussell Trust) and remember that, as from today, food banks across the UK will form part of the new normal . . .

Vladislav Surkov’s dark arts and their appearance in the UK during the current General Election campaign

10 December 2019 at 15:17
During Easter 2018 I wrote about the dangers presented by the methods used by Vladislav Surkov in Putin’s Russia. During this General Election Dominic Cummings & the Tory Party have shamelessly begun to use the same methods. For what it’s worth at the following link you can read my old warning: ADDRESS “ After this, nothing happened ” —What Vladislav Surkov’s dark arts can teach us about Black, or Holy Saturday

“This General Election is a Choice Between the End of Democracy or the End of Neoliberalism” by Abbey Innes from the LSE

9 December 2019 at 09:22
Abby Innes, Assistant Professor of Political Economy at the LSE, has just written this powerful piece entitled “This General Election is a Choice Between the End of Democracy or the End of Neoliberalism”. I strongly recommend reading it in full before Thursday's General Election.


Here’s her opening paragraph:

“Given the dismal empirical record of forty years of pro-market reforms, the only way this Conservative Government can create the low tax, low regulation, law and order state of Neoliberal fever dreams is under the cover of other projects. Brexit offers a unique opportunity: it allows a government of economic extremists to manipulate our cultural identity to endorse a rewriting of the entire institutional rule-book. The recent assertion by Michael Gove that Brexit offers no lesser a liberating moment than the fall of the Berlin Wall is exactly wrong. Electoral success for the Conservatives will complete the capture of state authority by private business actors and consolidate the Conservative Party as a self-serving broker, first and foremost, between the residual powers of the state and the now largely unrestrained economic power of large private business and increasingly extractive financial interests.”

Advent and Christmas for Free Spirits—The bloom and magic of things that are nearest

8 December 2019 at 16:21
READINGS: Luke 2:13-14 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” From ‘History’ by Ralph Waldo Emerson. Used as the epigraph to the first edition of Nietzsche’s “The Gay Science” (1882) To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.  Friedrich Nietzsche in the 1886 preface to “Human, All-Too-Human” (1879), trans. R.  J. Hollingdale, Cambridge University Press, 1986). A step further in convalescence: and the free spirit again draws near to life—slowly, to be sure, almost reluctantly, almost mistrustful...

Some photos from today's demonstration against the visit to Cambridge by the Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan

5 December 2019 at 15:10
As my post yesterday will have revealed, I was one of those invited to attend the opening of the new mosque here in Cambridge. However, only yesterday afternoon, I became aware that the ceremony was to be attended by the Turkish President  Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. This  meant that, with the deepest sadness imaginable, I was simply not able to attend the event. I was going as the minister of a  local  free-thinking, democratic, liberal-religious community (the Cambridge Unitarian Church) joyfully to celebrate the opening of the building with  local  Muslims. But I could not, nor ever will, take part in an event that willingly draws into the wider Cambridge community a world leader whose entire way of being in the world runs totally c...

The shocking news that Recap Tayyip Erdogan has been invited to the opening of the new Cambridge Mosque

4 December 2019 at 21:31
The shocking news that Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has been invited to the opening of the beautiful new Cambridge mosque tomorrow has meant that, with the deepest sadness imaginable, I will simply not be able to attend the event. I was going as the minister of a local free-thinking, democratic, liberal-religious community (the Cambridge Unitarian Church) joyfully to celebrate the opening of the building with local Muslims. But I cannot, will not, take part in an event that willingly draws into the wider Cambridge community a world leader whose entire way of being in the world runs totally counter, not only to everything for which my own religious tradition stands, but also counter to everything for which a modern, democratic, cosmopolitan city such as Cambridge stands.

Naturally, in the future I will continue to engage in a positive and friendly way with the mosque and it's associated communities but tomorrow, I fear, I will be absent from what should have been a joyous occasion for the whole city.

In the mad world in which we live I was deeply concerned that this story might not be true but I have checked on the website of the Turkish President and, alas, it seems painfully true. You can read the page yourself at the following link (or click on the picture below) to read the text.

https://tccb.gov.tr/en/speeches-statements/558/113757/president-erdogan-to-visit-the-united-kingdom

A few photos from an early winter walk to Emmanuel College and the Cambridge University Botanic Garden

2 December 2019 at 17:02
I haven’t posted many photographs recently for which I apologize — I mostly post them on Twitter on this account @caute — but here are a few from today. Susanna and I often visit the Cambridge University Botanic Garden on my days off (Monday and Tuesday) by going via the lovely chapel at Emmanuel College where Susanna does the flowers. This lovely, sunny and frosty early winter morning we did just that and here are a few photos taken both in Emmanuel College and at the Botanic Garden. Enjoy!

All taken with a Fuji X100F and all are straight out of the camera jpegs. 

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A few thoughts about the role an ontology of motion and a performative new-materialism plays in my work as minister at the Cambridge Unitarian Church

28 November 2019 at 15:47
The park opposite the Cambridge Unitarian Church this morning In recent days I've had the opportunity to talk at length with a member of the Unitarian congregation here in Cambridge who is a post-graduate philosopher at one of the nearby colleges. The conversation we had was both about conversation itself and also the role of a minister when open conversation is as foregrounded as it is here in the Cambridge congregation (see the morning order of service). During the course of our conversation I mentioned a piece I recently wrote called Being an umpire not a player  which drew heavily on some ideas borrowed from the philosopher Michael Oakeshott (1901-1990). Since then we have had a useful exchange of emails and below is my own reply t...

If anything will level with you water will—a meditation on flows, folds and fields, the material conditions of nature as she appears

24 November 2019 at 16:18
Mary C. Durst, Bathing at Hunstanton Cliffs , Norfolk, 1888 READINGS Isaiah 26.4 Trust in the Lord for ever,    for in the Lord God    you have an everlasting rock. Isaiah 44.8 Do not fear, or be afraid;    have I not told you from of old and declared it?    You are my witnesses! Is there any god besides me?    There is no other rock; I know not one.  Isaiah 51:1 Listen to me, you that pursue righteousness,    you that seek the Lord. Look to the rock from which you were hewn,    and to the quarry from which you were dug. IF ANYTHING WILL LEVEL WITH YOU WATER WILL  by A. R. Ammons Streams shed out of mountains in a white rust  (such the abomination of height)  slow then into upland basins or high marsh  and slowing drop...

The great mutual blindness darkened that sunlight in the park—A Remembrance Sunday memorial address for all those killed in war, including those who were, or still are, our enemies

10 November 2019 at 15:20
Blue skies and sun in the park opposite the church this week To see a pdf copy of the order of service please click on this link. OPENING READING  Matthew 5:38-45 [Jesus said:] ‘You have heard that it was said, “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.” But I say to you, Do not resist an evildoer. But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also; and if anyone wants to sue you and take your coat, give your cloak as well; and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile. Give to everyone who begs from you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you. You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy.” But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for ...

Jesus' proclamation about the need to show love, not indulgence—Dad’s Army, Knud Ejler Løgstrup and the ethical demand

3 November 2019 at 16:01
The main cast of characters in Dad's Army  INTRODUCTION  A couple of weeks ago I had occasion to answer a question in the conversation after the address by using a scene from an episode called “A Man of Action” from the British 1970s comedy series ‘Dad’s Army’ in which Private Frank Pike gets his head stuck in the railings of a park gate. Today, I want to use it again in order to help me take a serious look at something about the structure of the ethical demand that was noticed by the twentieth-century Danish philosopher, theologian and ethicist Knud Ejler Løgstrup (1905–1981). So here’s the story again but, as I begin, I should note that it’s taken from the version aired on the radio rather than the television. You ca...

In this cockeyed world there are shapes and designs, if only we have some curiosity, training, and compassion and take care not to lie or to be sentimental—Some reflections following the discovery of the 39 men and women found dead inside a Bulg...

27 October 2019 at 15:26
The Mann Gulch fire, 1949 Luke 12:54-57 Jesus said to the crowds: ‘When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, “It is going to rain”; and so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, “There will be scorching heat”; and it happens. You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time? ‘And why do you not judge for yourselves what is right? —o0o— Norman Maclean (1902-1990) from his notes written as a possible fore piece to Young Men and Fire. As I get considerably beyond the biblical allotment of three score years and ten, I feel with increasing intensity that I can express my gratitude for still being aroun...

A non-prophet organisation?

21 October 2019 at 12:54

In his memoir, the philosopher Norman Malcolm recalls that Ludwig Wittgenstein once observed ‘that a serious and good philosophical work could be written that would consist entirely of jokes (without being facetious)’ (Norman Malcolm in Ludwig Wittgenstein: A Memoir, p.28).

This thought, to which I will return in a moment, was very much in my mind throughout the process of creating the new website and publicity material for the Cambridge Unitarian Church because, as you can see there and here, the logo makes use of a deliberate joke in the form of a play upon the words ‘non-prophet’ and ‘non-profit’. Both the designer, Rob Kinnear from the ‘Out of House’ design agency, and we hope that the juxtaposed meanings of these homonyms, additionally juxtaposed with three very traditional words, ‘Cambridge Unitarian Church’, will make people stop and chuckle and then wonder what on earth might be might meant by this non-facetious joke; to ask, what kind of church would that be like?

Before exploring this question directly, if provisionally, it’s worth noting one of the most attractive things about juxtapositions is that they don’t brow-beat a person with the kinds of pre-determined messages usually given out by churches but are, instead, open invitations to the reader to ask themselves what the juxtaposition might mean, to what might it be pointing or suggesting, and so on.

As Raymond Geuss points out, such juxtapositions can be particularly helpful in inviting a person, ‘to pay attention to something usually overlooked or taken for granted, which seems to have a unity that upon inspection dissolves. The world can occasionally turn itself inside out or upside down’ (Geuss, A World Without Why).

So, in the joke ‘A non-prophet organisation’ juxtaposed with the traditional name ‘Cambridge Unitarian Church’, what overlooked or taken for granted thing or things are we asking people to pay attention to and think about?

Well, in the first place it’s the idea that membership of a church community requires from a person a belief in the primary way by which traditional, metaphysical religion has gone about providing the world with ‘answers’ — namely through prophets and prophecies.

The problem is, of course, that this way of providing answers, having the status of coming from some putative, authoritative God, has all too quickly and all too often, turned them into repressive and rigid dogmas which, even when our knowledge about the world has significantly changed, have successfully impinged upon our our freedom to be tomorrow what we are not today.

It’s not the case, of course, that in this local church we’re unconcerned about the need to seek appropriate, provisional, contemporary answers to life’s perennial questions but, to draw upon Rilke’s insight found in his ‘Letters to a young poet’, it’s simply that we feel it’s always important to be patient towards all that is ‘unsolved in our hearts’ and to try to ‘love the questions themselves’ by ‘living the questions now’ (p. 35). For many years we have sought to do this by engaging together in critical and creative conversations which genuinely seek to draw and build upon the knowledge and insights of the many rather than upon the pronouncements of any single, charismatic, (self)authoritative figure (whether understood as human or divine). In this community, we have come highly to value the exploratory, tentative footprints made by all kinds of people walking convivially together in creative conversation (‘pedesis’) more than we do demands that we must all follow some predetermined blueprint imposed upon us by one prophet or another. Here, our faith is rooted in the belief that it is only by working together conversationally upon life’s questions that we’ll be able to move on appropriately by continuing, again as Rilke said, ‘to live along some distant day into the answer.’

In our exploratory, attentive walking together — as scientists, historians, poets and artists — we are discovering more and more that the world in which we live is always open and being endlessly made and remade out of complex flows, folds and fields of natural matter and that indeterminacy plays a vital role in all things. This means that all the details about the future are never fixed in any absolute sense and so we cannot know for certain, in the present, what all aspects of the future will be like. This is especially true when it comes to the complex, indeterminate flows, folds and fields that make up humanity’s ever-changing and developing cultural, religious, artistic, technological, political and economic ways of being. Because of this, there can, in truth, be no such things as prophets and prophecies, by which I mean people who can, unerringly and for all time, deliver up to people the eternal truth of how the world will and must be, religiously, morally, politically, economically, financially or ecologically.

Because the future cannot be known in any absolute way (because the future is never already there before us but something always to be made in the present) it is, therefore, up to us always to be doing the best we can now, hand in hand with each other and consciously working within the natural limitations nature has gifted us in this neck of the vast cosmos.

This means that our task is not to become prophets articulating unerring prophecies about the future but people able to live well in the present—as Rilke said, by living the questions now. The best we can hope for is that this modest, experimental, non-hubristic, inquiringly conversational way of living in the present may at times prefigure in the here-and-now better ways to think about how we might live in the future. Wasn’t this, after all, exactly what Jesus did? This means we can only truly live prophetic lives by refusing to be prophets able to utter unerring, true prophecies. Such static, dogmatic prophesies will never, thank heavens, come true because life is always-already more beautiful, complex improvisational, temporary and risky than that.

Now, when you look closely at the historic development of the Unitarian movement we can see that we have always been suspicious of prophets and have instead, and on the whole, preferred exemplars. In his important work ‘De Jesu Christo servatore’ (1578) our earliest important theologian, Faustus Socinus (1539-1604), rejected the idea of that Jesus was a prophet with a fixed prophetic vision of the future kingdom of God and, instead, he saw Jesus as an exemplary figure showing what a selfless dedication to God (or we might say today ‘nature’ or ‘reality’) in the present looked like. As this idea developed and deepened within our communities over the next four centuries the world’s great religious figures such as Jesus, Moses, Mohammed, Buddha and so on, all came to be seen, at their best, as exemplars and not prophets. To us they became people who helped show us (albeit often incompletely and imperfectly) some of the positive ways humanity might choose to go on their exploratory, conversational way. But, be clear, these figures did not show us—nor ever could have shown—the only way we must go on.

The many ways we actually go on (for we are nothing if not committed to a kind of pluralist cosmopolitanism) are best thought of as lines of movement which are constantly being made and remade in the present as the complex flows, folds and fields of exemplary people (and ideas) knot, conjoin and converse in this way here, and that way there, and so on endlessly. It is this constantly intermingling and mixture which ensures that the future always remains open and is never something finally arrived at because it’s something always being woven. If one word runs through the whole of nature like the word “Clacton-on-Sea” ran through my childhood stick of rock, it is the word futurability.

Our fervent hope is that, more often than not, the future will be shaped most powerfully, not by prophets and prophecies but, instead, only by the ongoing collective actions of gentle, well-educated, genuinely free-thinking thinking men and women committed to task of living well through informed, democratic conversation and inquiry.

Let me now turn my attention to the unwritten implication in our non-facetious joke that this is also a ‘non-profit organisation’. This appears to be the less theological and religious half of the joke but I hope you will see this is not at all the case.

Being a non-profit organization is a central concern of the radical, progressive religious, political and ecological vision we’re seeking to articulate here. Here, we try never to see people, ideas or natural entities merely as ‘resources’ from which we can extract some surplus profit for our own individual, or some putative god’s, or the church institution’s, theological or financial benefit and gain but, instead, to find ways to superadd meaning and worth to every life and every thing in a way that helps us develop a deep sense of being at home together in the world, reciprocally commingled with all other sentient and non-sentient entities.

Holding this view we have become increasingly aware that the capitalist myth (especially in its neoliberal forms) which believes we can, forever and ever, continue to extract from people and the wider world increasing profits via constant production and growth, is destroying both our own well-being and that of the whole planet. As the ‘Debt Resistors’ Operations Manual’ put it ‘[t]he financial establishment colludes with the government to create rules designed to put everyone in debt; then the system extracts it from you’ (p. 1). Given this, clearly one important job at hand—religiously, politically, economically, financially and ecologically speaking—is to resist this kind of world-view by consciously not making a profit from what have been called the world’s ‘natural resources’ but, instead, to be living the kinds of lives where everything is gently and consciously folded back into the life-giving flows, folds and fields of life for the mutual, reciprocal benefit of the whole. Here, we are people who feel, as Greta Thunberg feels, that: ‘For too long the people in power have gotten away with ... stealing our future and selling it for profit. But we ... are waking up and we promise we will not let you get away with it anymore’.

But the word ‘non-profit’ also speaks about what have been called ‘spiritual resources.’ Christianity (the specific religious tradition out of which our own community was born) has in various ways through the centuries consistently tried to extract some kind of spiritual profit from people via its systematic misuse and abuse of its conception of ‘original sin.’ It’s important to see that the Christian schema of sin operates in a similar way to the loan shark. To rephrase the thought mentioned earlier from the ‘Debt Resistors’ Operations Manual’ we may say the religious establishment has colluded with the theologians to create rules designed to put everyone in religious debt; then the religious system has extracted it from us. We here are all aware that for over two-millennia we have been told we are in spiritual debt thanks to some putative original sin in which we did what any sensible, intelligent, thinking person would have done, namely, to make an attempt to pluck and eat the apple from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Surely, seeking an understanding of in what consists good and evil is a sensible and vital, if endlessly revisable task, and we would have been mad not to try (and continue to try) to pluck, taste and share at the common table in mealtime conversations this tree’s most precious fruit?

But, having been convinced by our religious establishments and theologians that this act was a sin, we find that this has only served to put us in debt with an interest rate that was not only exorbitant but infinite. In short, the Christian story was unfolded for/by us in such a way that we came to believe this debt could only be paid off by the violent execution of a God-Man Jesus who stood in our place whose expiatory death paid off the debt for us. But we have discovered this act of violence didn’t pay the debt off at all but, instead, was only an example of selling the debt on in a fashion analogous to the infamous collateralised debt obligations (CDOs) that lay behind so many of the financial crimes of the 1980s to the 2000s and sowed the seeds of the eventual crisis of 2008. This is the spiritual profit (often tied to financial profit in the form of, for example, indulgences) that formal Christianity has so often attempted to extract from our lives. It’s a way of proceeding that makes the PPI scandal or the financial crimes leading up to 2008 look like mere storms in a teacup.

[Let’s not forget here, by the way, that Jesus actually asked in his famous prayer that we should be forgiven our debts and not our trespasses. The use of the word trespasses rather than debts was a deliberate attempt to hide from view the Church’s spiritual profit motive in which we have for centuries been (mis)sold what we might be tempted to call gilt-edged guilt].

But many people today, are now seeking a different kind of naturalist, religious myth, one that is based not upon destructive spiritual profit-extraction but, once again, upon ideas of true sustainability and endless reciprocal recycling of the common-wealth of nature.

So, all in all, I hope you can see that our joke is genuinely a non-facetious one because we truly are seeking to be a local church community that, on the one hand, refuses to make and/or take a financial or spiritual profit from the earth or from its people and, on the other hand, that we truly believe the best way to proceed is by genuinely seeking to draw and build conversationally upon the knowledge and insights of the many rather than upon the prophecies of any single, charismatic, (self)authoritative prophet.

We are, indeed, a non-prophet/profit organisation in both senses of the word and proud of it.

I hope our non-facetious joke makes a few people laugh; I hope our non-facetious joke makes a few people think that maybe this church isn’t necessarily what they thought it might be and that it might (just) be worth checking out; I hope our non-facetious joke encourages a few more people to begin to work conversationally together, living the questions now, gently to shape an appropriate future that knows we must never come to believe, as prophets and their prophecies have all too often claimed, that they have delivered up to all humankind the full and final answer/s.

And lastly, I hope our non-facetious joke allows some people to glimpse that life is much more complex, beautiful, open and creative than the prophets of old have told us and so are able, finally, to allow themselves, joyously and lovingly, to immerse themselves into life’s ever-moving, plural plenitude.

What porcupines can tell us about loving our neighbour who is also our enemy

20 October 2019 at 14:46
An Old World Procupine (Photo: Andrew Butko)
INTRODUCTION

After last week’s address I had a very interesting and helpful conversation with C about what might any actual attempt to follow Jesus in showing love our neighbours look like, particularly those whom we feel to be our enemies? The conversation was had because, when all is said and done, loving one’s neighbours who are also enemies is something which continues to feel like a task that can never properly be done — it remains an impossible ideal.

But before going on to our readings and my address which follows I need to note four things. 

The first is that everything I say here overlaps significantly with loving any kind of neighbour but, today, I want only to focus on the hugely problematic matter of how to love (or we may say, show mercy to) the neighbour who is (or is perceived to be) an enemy. 

The second thing to be clear about is that I am using the word ‘enemy’ in it’s widest sense to include not only those against whom we might be fighting in some obvious violent, war-like way, but also those with whom we very, very, strongly disagree in our own contemporary national religious and political contexts.

The third thing to note is that showing love/mercy to one’s neighbours who are also enemies clearly isn’t going to be about showing, in the same kind of ways, precisely the same kind of love/mercy one shows to neighbours who clearly are not our enemies. The two are related, of course, but not the same.

And, lastly, since we are going to be considering the parable of the Good Samaritan in some detail, the fourth thing to note is that it isn’t concerned to suggest that having or distributing money is central as Margaret Thatcher mistakenly revealed she thought it was at the very end of a famous 1980 TV interview with Brian Walden when she said ‘No-one would remember the good Samaritan if he’d only had good intentions; he had money as well.’ 

Whilst it is undeniably true that the Good Samaritan used his money to help facilitate the showing of his love/mercy to his a neighbour who was also his enemy (and I’ll explain why they were enemies later on in the address proper) it’s vital to see that to focus on the money is to be sent off after a veritable red herring. It isn’t money that is central to the parable but rather the way the Samaritan used his money to reveal the actual something that is, in fact, central to Jesus’ teaching about how we might most appropriately (we might say best) show love/mercy to a neighbour who is also our enemy.

—o0o—

READINGS

Luke 10:25-37

Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. ‘Teacher,’ he said, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ He said to him, ‘What is written in the law? What do you read there?’ He answered, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbour as yourself.’ And he said to him, ‘You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.’

But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, ‘And who is my neighbour?’ Jesus replied, ‘A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan while travelling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, “Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.” Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?’ He said, ‘The one who showed him mercy.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go and do likewise.’


There was once, so Schopenhauer tells us, a colony of porcupines. They were wont to huddle together on a cold winter’s day and, thus wrapped in communal warmth, escape being frozen. But, plagued with the pricks of each other’s quills, they drew apart. And every time the desire for warmth brought them together again, the same calamity overtook them. Thus they remained, distracted between two misfortunes, able neither to tolerate nor to do without one another, until they discovered that when they stood at a certain distance from one another they could both delight in one another’s individuality and enjoy one another’s company. They did not attribute any metaphysical significance to this distance, nor did they imagine it to be an independent source of happiness, like finding a friend. They recognized it to be a relationship in terms not of substantive enjoyments but of contingent considerabilities that they must determine for themselves. Unknown to themselves, they had invented civil association.

—o0o—

ADDRESS
What porcupines can tell us about loving our neighbour who is also our enemy

The thing to see clearly in the parable is that when it comes to anything to do with what is meant by the word ‘neighbour’ and our expressions of, or lack of, love/mercy to them, finding the appropriate distance in our relationships is key, as is memorably displayed in the nineteenth-century German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer’s (1788-1860) parable of the porcupine that so attracted the twentieth-century English philosopher and political theorist Michael Oakeshott (1901-1990)

Once you have realised this we can see that in the parable of the Good Samaritan Jesus places before us a number of examples of inappropriate and appropriate modulation of distance between the injured Jewish man and the people who see him at the side of the road, each of whom — through their different kinds of distance — succeeds in either displaying appropriate love/mercy to their neighbour or showing its lack. Let’s walk through the story closely to see what I mean.

The first modulation of distance shown is that which existed between the Jewish man and the robbers. Obviously, in order to mug him the robbers firstly had to come very close to the man. But the quality of their closeness reveals clearly how far away from the man they really are, at least in terms of showing love/mercy. Then, after having been so close to the man, the robbers put a relationship breaking farness between them and him by disappearing entirely from the scene leaving the man alone and seriously injured by the side of the road. In short we can see that the way distance is modulated between the robbers and the Jewish man is throughout inappropriate.

The second and third modulations of distance shown are those which existed between the priest and the Levite who pass by in quick succession. Now it’s important to see that in religious, national, political and ethnic terms, the priest, the Levite and the injured man are in fact very close — they are, after all, all Jews, kinsmen if you like, people who, in any normal way, would be considered neighbours one to another, and neighbours who are not enemies. But something about their closeness together (a closeness to do with shared religious beliefs about ritual cleanliness and purity) clearly reveals how far away from the injured man they are, at least in terms of showing love/mercy. As we know this very closeness is what helps drive the priest and the Levite to cross to the other side of the road putting a relationship breaking farness between themselves and the injured man and they disappear entirely from the scene in order to keep themselves ritually pure and undefiled. In short we can see that the modulation of distance between the priest, the Levite and the Jewish man are also all inappropriate.

The fourth modulation of distance is seen with the arrival of the travelling Samaritan who, when he sees the injured man ‘was moved with pity.’ Here it is absolutely vital to remember that the majority of the first Jewish hearers of Jesus’ parable mistrusted and even hated Samaritans — they were perceived to be an enemy. A major reason for this state of affairs was that in ca. 112/111 BCE the Samaritan temple on Mount Gerizim had been destroyed by Yōḥānān Hurqanōs (John Hyrcanus, 164 BCE-104 BCE), an action which is generally thought to have been the cause of the final split between Jews and Samaritans. Not surprisingly the majority of Samaritans reciprocated this distrust and hatred and, during Jesus’ childhood (c. 9 CE), these old tensions were revived because the Samaritans had desecrated the Jewish Temple at Passover by scattering human bones in the porticoes and throughout the building (Josephus, Antiquities 18.29-30). In short we need to see clearly that the Good Samaritan and the injured Jewish man were considered by most people of the time (including themselves) to be enemies. Notice, too, — and how striking this is — that Jesus the Jew chooses the alien and enemy Samaritan to be the ‘hero’ of his parable. 

As we all know, the distance between the Good Samaritan and the injured Jewish man is significantly narrowed when the Good Samaritan, moved by pity, choses to cross the road to tend directly to the injured man’s wounds by bandaging them and pouring soothing oil and wine on them. He then puts the man on his own animal, accompanies him to an inn, and takes care of him. Their closeness to each other at this point is being flagged up by Jesus as being appropriate in the way that the earlier examples of closeness were not.
  
Now, at this point in the story many of us are tempted to chase after the red herring of closeness seeing it as primary. But let’s now recall our cold porcupines. 

As my earlier explanation will have revealed, Samaritans and Jews were spiky creatures — the encounter between them in first-century Israel/Palestine was always one in which, as neighbours who were also enemies, they were constantly experiencing either the cold of separation from each other or the painful pricks of each other’s quills in their close encounters in places such as the road which ran between Jerico and Jerusalem and through each others historic lands.

Given that the injured man was Jewish, the Good Samaritan would all to easily have been seen as being just the kind of enemy person to have perpetrated such a crime in the first place. Consequently, it is perfectly understandable that he would not have wanted to stick around for too long. Although it is likely that the Samaritan had his own pressing personal reasons to be quickly on his way it is not at all too far fetched to suggest that the Jewish innkeeper, his staff and the other Jewish guests at the inn may have quickly come to resent the moral and ethical spikes that the Samaritan’s expression of neighbourly love/mercy to an enemy was driving into their own consciences — spikes which would naturally have hurt the pride of those who must have know that they should have showed love/mercy to one who was so obviously a neighbour to them.

So what does the Good Samaritan do? Well, he seems to have understood that to continue to show an appropriate love/mercy to his neighbour/enemy he must now quickly put some significant, but appropriate relationship maintaining farness between them — unlike the earlier, inappropriate relationship breaking farness that the robbers and the priest and the Levite put between themselves and the injured man. The Good Samaritan does this, as you know, by leaving the innkeeper with some money (about two days wages) which would have the additional benefit of helping to prime the pump of neighbourly love which had so clearly dried up in the injured man’s neighbours who were not enemies. The Samaritan adds the possibility of there being a continued real and appropriate connection across the distance he was about to open up by saying ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend’. We do not, of course, know whether he did or did not return but his words must surely have been an encouragement to the innkeeper et. al  to begin to continue to show their own appropriate mercy/love to their neighbour. There’s actually more to say about this bit of the story but for now I’ll leave it hanging.

Anyway, I hope you can see that it is precisely by creating a new appropriate farness distance between him and the injured Jewish man that the Good Samaritan is able to continue show to him an appropriate love/mercy. In short we can see that throughout their encounter the modulation of distance between the Good Samaritan and the injured Jewish man was, unlike the other examples, always appropriate.

Let’s now briefly return to the porcupines.

The muggers got inappropriately close to the Jewish man — their quills, deliberately and violently forced home, pricked the Jewish man almost unto death and then they got too far apart only making the situation worse, colder. 

The priest and Levite went through a similar process; their initial closeness in religious/ethnic terms caused the spiky quill that was fear of ritual uncleanliness to drive them away from the injured Jewish man which, once again only made the situation worse, colder. 

In his actions, however, the Good Samaritan reveals himself to be a wise and good porcupine. He knew that he could best show his love/mercy to his neighbour (who was also his enemy) by engaging in a careful, constant modulation of distance, moving close to the injured neighbour who was an enemy at a certain point and moment, and moving away from him at another point and moment as local circumstances changed. 

So, let me now return to my opening question: what does any actual attempt to follow Jesus in showing love our neighbours — particularly those whom we feel to be our enemies — look like?

It seems to me that it must look something like the porcupines in Schopenhauer’s story. We love our neighbour (even those whom we’d call enemies) not by creating a wholly unrealistic, unsustainable and idealistic closeness together but by creating appropriate rather than inappropriate distances between us (sometimes close, sometimes far); we do it by always seeking to find and/or create various temporary places where together we can all regain some meaningful sense of belonging rather than not belonging together as neighbours; we do it by always seeking to discern when is the right rather than the wrong moment to do whatever thing it is that can actually be done by us in that moment. 

In short loving one’s neighbour who is, in some fashion, our enemy, can never be a straightforward simple rules-based exercise which looks the same in every situation. It’s always something that must be improvised anew on the actual roadsides and in the inns of life in each actual moment of life as it unfolds. 

For what it’s worth — which I realise may be not much — in my opinion the key thing to remember in our present febrile national situation is, following Schopenhauer/Oakeshott, always to be wise and good porcupines constantly seeking to modulate appropriate distances from each other so as to be able, as best we can, 1) to continue to show real, actual love/mercy to each other, 2) to continue to delight in one another’s individuality and enjoy one another’s company, and 3) to continue to recognize our relationship in terms not of substantive enjoyments — i.e. all enjoying, loving, thinking exactly the same things in exactly the same way — but in terms of contingent considerabilities that we must always be determining for ourselves and which are the basis of any genuine and decent civil association.

Senhöstblad (Late Autumn Leaves) by Lars-Erik Larsson (1908–1986)

15 October 2019 at 17:17
This year, as we move inexorably into the season of autumn, I have stumbled across a composer new to me, the Swedish musician Lars-Erik Larsson (1908–1986) and particularly his work for string quartet which has been wonderfully recorded by the Stenhammer Quartet on the Daphne label. The whole CD is a delight but the opening Op. 20 pieces, collectively known as Senhöstblad (Late Autumn Leaves), are proving to be the perfect accompaniment to my current autumnal and melancholic written and walking meditations. I'd highly recommend checking his music out and, below the two autumn pictures I took last week near Grantchester Meadows (just click on them to enlarge), you will find a YouTube link to the final adagio to the aforementioned piece. Enjoy.




The subjunctive of potentiality—a meditation on some words by Robert Musil pushing against the rhetoric and reality of nationalism

13 October 2019 at 14:50
READINGS  Matthew 5:43-45 NRSV [Jesus said:] You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy.” But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. From The Gospel in Brief by Leo Tolstoy , ( Harper Perennial, 2011, p. 41) The fifth commandment. In the previous law it was said: do good to your own people and do harm to the foreigner. But I say to you: love not only your own countrymen, but also the people of other nations. Let others hate you, let them attack you and insult you; but you must praise them and do good...

Some photos from an early autumn walk across Grantchester Meadows

8 October 2019 at 17:33
Some photos from an early autumn walk across Grantchester Meadows
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Short-circuiting the parable of the mustard seed—a harvest meditation giving thanks for all the children involved in the School Strike for Climate movement

6 October 2019 at 14:03
Jan Luyken from the Bowyer Bible. Photo: Harry Kossuth
INTRODUCTION 

Today is our Harvest Festival, a time when, as the author of Exodus in Tyndale’s memorable English we give thanks for reaping ‘the first fruits of thy labours, which thou hast sown in the field: and the feast of ingathering, in the end of the year: when thou hast gathered in thy labours out of the field’ (23:16).

We tend to think of the traditional fruits of our labours (although it is, in truth, nearly always the fruits of other people’s back-breaking labour) in terms of tasty grains, fruit and vegetables, all of which are ubiquitously and unproblematically necessary to us, as well as unconditionally welcome, beautiful, lovely and desirable. But some aspects of harvest, at least as presented to us in the gospels, open a window on different ways to understand the festival’s possible meanings.

As you will be aware, the anonymous authors of the gospels place a number of harvest associated images into Jesus’ mouth. But, despite over two hundred years of historical-critical scholarship, it remains far from clear how many of these images and their interpretations were those Jesus gave rather than the gospel writers’ own.

In short, we’re on our own and need to do our own interpreting, something which, on balance, it seems is what Jesus always knew, if not expected, would be the case with his parables. Standing on the edge of a crowd listening curiously to him (and, as Monty Python suggests, perhaps sometimes mishearing him — “blessed are the cheesemakers” . . .) we can imagine ourselves hearing the parable we are talking about today and being forced to ask ourselves what, on earth, does the mustard shrub and the harvest of seed we gather from it tell us about what the Kingdom of God might be like?

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READINGS

Matthew 13:31–32 in John Dominic Crossan’s presentation in The Essential Jesus (Castle Books 1998, p. 51)

The Kingdom of God is mustard
 a seed small enough
  to get lost among others
 a plant large enough
  to shelter birds in its shade.

Matthew 13:31-32 Authorized Version

Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: Which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.

Birch seeds
In Leo Tolstoy’s translation (‘The Gospel in Brief’, Harper Perennial, 2011, p. 33)

In the soul, the kingdom of heaven flourishes out of nothing, but it gives everything. Like a birch seed, the smallest of all seeds, when it grows up, it is larger than all the other trees and the birds of the heavens build their nests in it.


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ADDRESS
Short-circuiting the parable of the mustard seed—a harvest meditation giving thanks for all the children involved in the School Strike for Climate movement

Today, when it comes to the parable of the mustard seed, we find it very hard avoid the traditional meaning that has become attached to it. We’re tempted to say straightaway that it’s obvious, it’s a simple and straightforward lesson about growth that we can read off the face of nature — i.e. that something which will eventually become large and expansive begins with something very small and compact. It was this kind of understanding which led Tolstoy to think he could simply and unproblematically replace the mustard seed with the very small birch seed for his Russian audience who had little or no access to, or knowledge of, mustard.

Well, perhaps. But, here we should do well to remember the fallacy of appealing to what appears to be going on ‘in nature’ in order to make a claim about what ought to be going on in our own lives. My favourite, salutary example of this fallacy at work in our own liberal religious tradition can be found in some words written by the leading nineteenth-century British Unitarian theologian, James Martineau (1805-1900). In comparison with other Christian churches we were always a very, very small religious movement and this was true even when we were at our largest and most influential during the nineteenth century when Martineau was at the height of his intellectual and spiritual powers. In an essay about an earlier, eighteenth-century Unitarian and scientist, Joseph Priestley, Martineau wrote with an astonishing mixture of the humble and the hubristic that:

‘Unitarianism, we think, must avail itself of more flexibility of appeal, must wield in turn its critical, its philosophical, its social, its poetical, its devotional powers, before it gain its destined ascendancy over the mind of Christendom’ (Essays, Reviews and Addresses, Vol. 1, London, Longman Green and Co., 1890, p. 14 — emphasis mine).

Well, look around you my friends and note well that our ‘destined ascendancy over the mind of Christendom’ has not and, in my opinion, is unlikely to occur. Our mustard seed (if that is what we were, or are) has not become ‘the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree.’

However, despite this disappointment for us (or was it, perhaps, a piece of luck?), we can see that sometimes small things do become large; mustard seeds do become large plants and, whilst calling them tree-like is a stretch for even the most imaginative of us, they do grow to a height of three or four feet. Jesus must surely have had this in mind when he told his parable. But was that all he had in mind?

To answer this question let’s first do a little bit of what the contemporary Slovenian philosopher and all-round bête-noir, Slavoj Žižek, calls ‘short-circuiting.’ Žižek notes that:

‘ . . . one of the most effective critical procedures [is] to cross wires that do not usually touch: to take a major classic (text, author, notion) and read it in a short circuiting way, through the lens of a “minor” author, text or conceptual apparatus (“minor” should be understood here in Deluze’s sense: not of “lesser quality”, but marginalized, disavowed by the hegemonic ideology, or dealing with a “lower”, less dignified topic). If the “minor” reference is well chosen, such a procedure can lead to insights which completely shatter and undermine our common perceptions’ (‘The Monstrosity of Christ’, Slavoj Žižek and John Millbank, MIT, 2009, pp. vii-viii).

Žižek thinks that sometimes this process doesn’t simply bring to light something new in the text or tradition, but it can also serve to make us ‘aware of another — disturbing — side of something [we] knew all the time’ (ibid. p. viii).

A fine example of the art of short-circuiting in connection with the parable of the mustard seed is offered to us by the John Dominic Crossan whose translation of the parable you have already heard. The first ‘minor’ author Crossan uses as a lens through which to look at Jesus’ parable is the Roman author, naturalist, natural philosopher, naval and army commander of the early Roman Empire, Pliny the Elder (23–79 AD). Crossan reminds us that Pliny wrote:

‘Mustard ... with its pungent taste and fiery effect is extremely beneficial for the health. It grows entirely wild, though it is improved by being transplanted: but on the other hand when it has once been sown it is scarcely possible to get the place free of it, as the seed when it falls germinates at once’ (Natural History: 19.170-171).

The second ‘minor’ author, or rather authors, Crossan uses as a lens though which to look are those who redacted the early third-century AD Jewish text, the Mishnah which later on came to form part of the Talmud. In the Mishnah the authors tell us that, because of its tendency to run wild, the planting of mustard seed in a garden was forbidden in Jewish Palestine (Mishnah Kilayim 3:2). There is a very high degree of probability that Jesus would have been aware of this teaching and, given this, Crossan feels, along with the historian of first-century Palestine Douglas Oakman, that: ‘It is hard to escape the conclusion that Jesus deliberately likens the rule of God to a weed.’ Crossan, continuing to look through these lenses concludes that the point of Jesus’ parable:

‘. . . is not just that the mustard plant starts as a proverbially small seed and grows into a shrub of three or four feet, or even higher, it is that it tends to take over where it is not wanted, that it tends to get out of control, and that it tends to attract birds within cultivated areas where they are not particularly desired. And that, said Jesus, was what the Kingdom was like: not like the mighty cedar of Lebanon and not quite like a common weed, but like a pungent shrub with dangerous takeover qualities. Something you would want only in small and carefully controlled doses — if you could control it’ (John Dominic Crossan, ‘Jesus - A Revolutionary Biography’, Harper San Francisco 1994, pp. 64-66).

Well, well, well. As Žižek noted this surely makes us ‘aware of another — disturbing — side of something [we] knew all the time’. It’s something we can most easily see through the lens of an old gag I am, perhaps, overly fond of telling, namely, that although Jesus promised us the kingdom of God, what we actually got was the Church. It’s worth asking whether Jesus might have planted the wrong seed by mistake or, perhaps, whether he planted the right seed but poor growing conditions caused it to mutate over the years into a different species of pungent and fiery plant, namely, an institution with equally dangerous takeover qualities and which we, alas, let get wildly out of hand? This was an institution which, as it grew ever larger, began to bring with it terrible consequences as it provided branches in which too many people who desired imperial, kingly or purely personal power and oversight could settle and who were filled with an insatiable appetite for swooping down upon the land and the people to inflict upon them violence, corruption, crusades, inquisitions and so much more besides.

This is neither a pleasant historical memory nor present thought . . .

But here’s a much more hopeful, present thought. Perhaps we can say that the tiny mustard seed of the kingdom of God Jesus planted in the soil of this world was simply not able to germinate anywhere near as quickly as either he, or we, had hoped it would.

I do not know, of course, whether the short-circuited interpretation of Jesus’ parable that I am now going to offer you will turn out to be anywhere near the mark but in the possibility that it is (or at least gives us a better and more useful interpretation of an ancient parable), here goes . . .

It’s not an unreasonable to suggest that the inspiring example of Greta Thunberg may stand as a classic example of the mustard seed growing as it originally seems to have been understood by inhabitants of first-century Jewish Palestine. In August 2018 outside the Swedish Parliament she began, completely alone, a ‘School strike for climate’. An action in which, only one year later, she is now regularly being joined by several million students across the globe.

Again and again over the last years it has struck me that, perhaps, Greta Thunberg (Sweden), Ridhima Pandey and Aditya Mukarji (India), Wangari Maathai and Kaluki Paul Mutuku (Kenya), Nina Gualinga (Ecuadorian Amazon), Autumn Peltier (Anishinaabe people of Canada), Leah Namugerwa (Uganda) and the School Strike for Climate movement together make for a better candidate for being the fruit of the mustard seed than historic Christian Church ever was.

To conclude this address let’s walk through Crossan’s conclusion again with this thought in mind.

It is not just that our children start out as proverbially small and grow into creatures only a couple of feet higher than mustard plants, it is that they, too, tend take over where we stick-in-the-mud adults often don’t want them, they tend to get out of our control and their hearts and minds, like the branches of the mustard plant, tend to attract new and swift-winged, scientifically informed ideas within areas of our lives which we adults have cultivated with often problematic, destructive, out-dated and outmoded ideas and practices. Of course, we adults don’t desire this kind of thing to happen because it brings with it a serious challenge to our old ways of being-in-the-world, not least of all to our selfish and excessive consumption and waste, meat-eating, fossil fuel, car and aeroplane use which are clearly destroying the basic ecosystem upon which all life on this planet depends.

Now recall this famous teaching of Jesus’:

‘People were bringing even infants to [Jesus] that he might touch them; and when the disciples saw it, they sternly ordered them not to do it. But Jesus called for them and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.”’ (Luke 18:15-17)

And now reflect that our children’s activity in these School Strikes for Climate is precisely what Jesus said the kingdom of God would be like: not like the mighty cedar of Lebanon and not quite like a common weed, but like a pungent shrub with dangerous takeover qualities — dangerous, of course, only to our old ways of being which we know we must now urgently change.

Maybe, just maybe, the harvest of the mustard seed promised by Jesus is only now just beginning to become ready for an ingathering.

If this is the case then I simply say to you, just as Jesus once did:

‘The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out labourers into his harvest. Go on your way’ (Matthew 9:37-38).

I trust that we, the supposed adults in the room, will heed this call and set about helping our children — our beautiful, fiery and pungent mustard seeds — bring in in a well-ordered and gently controlled fashion the harvest of a better, healthier, kinder and more intelligent world — perhaps even one that looks something like the kingdom of God Jesus once promised us.

The cost of civility—A politico-theological meditation following the judgement hand-down at the Supreme Court this week

29 September 2019 at 14:56
READINGS Exodus 19:16-25, 20:1 (NRSV) The moments before God gives the Ten Commandments and other laws to the people El Greco: View of Mount Sinai  On the morning of the third day there was thunder and lightning, as well as a thick cloud on the mountain, and a blast of a trumpet so loud that all the people who were in the camp trembled. Moses brought the people out of the camp to meet God. They took their stand at the foot of the mountain. Now Mount Sinai was wrapped in smoke, because the Lord had descended upon it in fire; the smoke went up like the smoke of a kiln, while the whole mountain shook violently. As the blast of the trumpet grew louder and louder, Moses would speak and God would answer him in thunder. When the Lord descended...

A baker’s half-dozen photos of an early autumn walk to Grantchester through the meadows

23 September 2019 at 17:32
A baker’s half-dozen photos of an early autumn walk to Grantchester through the meadows
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The Muslim/Unitarian encounter and some personal reflections following a visit to the Darul Uloom Birmingham Islamic High School

22 September 2019 at 14:52
Darul Uloom Islamic School INTRODUCTION On Monday last week I had a very interesting and positive visit to the Darul Uloom Islamic School in Birmingham. I was invited by the school’s new headmaster, Dr Dawud Bone, who is an old colleague and friend of mine (click on this link and go to page 11 of the magazine to see the two of us together in 2009), in order to give the school assembly and then to teach three classes for eleven, fourteen and sixteen year-old student on the subject of the long, interesting and creative relationships between the early English Unitarians and Islam. [Incidentally, Dawud’s grandfather, Walter Bone (1897-1944), had been a Unitarian minister at Gloucester (1937-1944) then at the Hibbert House in Alexandra, E...

Some photos of an early autumn walk along Fleam Dyke, Cambridgeshire to Mutlow Hill and back through Fulbourn Fen

21 September 2019 at 18:02
Some photos of an early autumn walk along Fleam Dyke, Cambridgeshire to Mutlow Hill and back through Fulbourn Fen

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The end of Fleam Dyke as it drops down to Fulbourn Fen

Fleam Dyke

Fleam Dyke

Fleam Dyke

Mutlow Hill to the left of the beech tree 

Mutlow Hill and the beech tree

Mutlow Hill to the left of the beech tree

Fleam Dyke beyond the gate

Mutlow Hill to the left of the beech tree

Fleam Dyke from underneath the beech tree

Mutlow Hill and the trees beyond

Mutlow Hill under the branches of the beech tree

Fleam Dyke

From Fleam Dyke

A magnificent oak tree on Fulbourn Fen

A magnificent oak tree on Fulbourn Fen

This morning on King's Parade, Cambridge at the Climate Strike

20 September 2019 at 13:06
This morning on #KingsParade #Cambridge at the #schoolstrike4climate #ClimateStrike #FridaysForFuture #ClimateAction #ClimateEmergency @xr_cambridge @xryouthcambs @Strike4Youth @MarchForScience

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On the need to take even strokes—A meditation on some words by Henry Bugbee

15 September 2019 at 14:04
The picture of Henry Bugbee which hangs in my study   Given last week’s address in which I briefly introduced to you Heidegger’s idea of the fourfold I thought I’d bring before you another idea that has for a long time now helped me deal with the challenges life continually throws us. As with last week’s offering I simply speak about it in case it can help some of you too. It’s taken from a book called ‘The Inward Morning’ by the little known, late-twentieth century philosopher, Henry Bugbee (1915-1999), whose thinking has been described as being a kind of mix between Heidegger, Zen Buddhism and Henry David Thoreau. This is a near perfect combination in my book! Something of what this mixture looked like in person can be g...

Dwelling in the simple oneness of the four

8 September 2019 at 14:31
Some of my own notes on Heidegger's 'fourfold'  INTRODUCTION This address was written after attending a meeting last Thursday between a few members of XR and various members and ministers of half a dozen local churches. The aim was to discuss and then organise a further, public, meeting where people can talk about how their Christian faith informs their environmental activism. I have to confess that this kind of meeting always fills me with dread because I think it would be dishonest of me to attend such meetings without admitting that I, personally, hold very few conventional Christian beliefs and admitting this doesn’t always go down well. I’m glad to say that this didn’t seem to be the case on this occasion. Anyway, as most of ...

The dangers of a Schmittian and/or Pilatian Decisionism—Some politico-theological thoughts arising from current events in British politics

5 September 2019 at 11:15
In April of last year, on Palm Sunday, I took a look at what many biblical scholars think is the completely fictitious story found in all four gospels concerning Pilate’s binary question to the crowd about whether to release Christ or Barrabbas.

The least offensive version of the story is found in Mark’s gospel but, in Matthew’s telling of the story, the reader is deliberately led to believe that the Jews displayed their full guilt in the matter by shouting out, ‘Let the responsibility for his death fall on us and on our children!’ (Matthew 27:25). This verse was a key element in the creation of the most virulent forms of both Christian and secular antisemitism imaginable which, across the next two millennia, directly and indirectly, led to deaths of millions upon millions of Jews. It’s an evil that remains with us to this day and, as the biblical scholar Robert Funk noted, ‘There is no black deep enough to symbolize adequately the black mark this fiction has etched in Christian history’ (‘The Acts of Jesus: The Search for the Authentic Deeds of Jesus’, Poleridge Press, San Francisco, 1998, p. 153)

I encourage you to remind yourself of that address at this link but, here, for reasons that will become clear, I would simply like to concentrate on the kind of ideology that all too often lies behind asking the kind of binary question the story contains. (Just to be clear, this current pieces re-uses unchanged a fair number of sections from my address in April.)

As I noted last April it’s been many years now since I was able to read the Christ or Barabbas story without simultaneously thinking of something deeply disturbing that the German jurist and political theorist Carl Schmitt (1888–1985) wrote in his ‘Political Theology’ of 1922. His thinking in that book about questions concerning sovereignty and the effective wielding of political power has been, and remains, highly influential. But his book reveals a deeply problematic way of thinking about the world because, not least of all, it’s bound up with his own reasons for his close association and juridical-political allegiance with Nazism. Indeed, he has been called by some the ‘crown jurist’ of the Third Reich.

Schmitt thought that when faced with the question of Christ or Barabbas?, ‘Liberalism, with its contradictions and compromises’ could only proceed by accepting ‘a proposal to adjourn or appoint a commission of investigation.’ Schmitt then noted sneeringly that:

‘The essence of liberalism is negotiation, a cautious half measure, in the hope that the definitive dispute, the decisive bloody battle, can be transformed into a parliamentary debate and permit the decision to be suspended forever in an everlasting discussion’ (‘Political Theology: Four Chapters on the Concept of Sovereignty’, Chicago University Press, 2010, p. 63)

As is clear Schmitt did not like ‘liberalisms’ commitment to the value of ongoing dialogue at all and he sought to counter it by promoting what is called a philosophy of decisionism, a philosophy with some very nasty authoritarian overtones.

In a 1960 paper about Schmitt’s concept of the political Charles E. Frye said of Schmitt’s philosophy that ‘perhaps its most characteristic aspect is the pervasive sense of the loss of orientation.’ In short, Schmitt thought that when a culture began to experience this loss one effective way of getting it back was to explore the possibilities which might emerge if you could force people to consider only either/or questions such as ‘Christ or Barabbas?’ It’s important to be aware that the underlying binary question for Schmitt was always ‘friend or enemy?’. It’s vital to realise that Schmitt believed these terms were to be taken:

‘. . . not as metaphors or symbols, not mixed and watered down by economic, moral, and other ideas; nor are they to be taken psychologically as the expression of private feelings and tendencies. . . . Here we are not concerned with fictions and normatives, but with reality as it is and the actual possibility of this distinction.’

Frye then points out that for Schmitt the ‘enemy’

‘. . . is not just any competitor or adversary in general. “Enemy is ... in the last analysis a fighting, human totality; but it is at least this. Whether it is fighting or not depends upon the actual circumstances.” And then he indicated the source of his choice of these particular terms as the specifically political concepts: “The concepts friend, enemy, and battle have a real meaning; they obtain and retain this meaning especially through their reference to the real possibility of physical killing.” Schmitt’s concept of the political ultimately derived from the specific and actual possibility of death in battle, from the most limiting of all human situations — death’ (‘Carl Schmitt's Concept of the Political, Carl Schmitt's Concept of the Political, Charles E. Frye, The Journal of Politics, Vol. 28, No. 4, Nov., 1966, pp. 818-830).

Now, in the disturbing context in which we have found ourselves this week in the UK, my chief point today is that our own British culture (although some may say, with some justification, that it is in fact primarily English culture), has clearly lost it’s orientation and we have, shockingly, allowed into power an executive that contains people actively pursuing just such a ‘philosophy of decisionism.’

It’s a philosophy which deliberately seeks to present people with a series of ongoing, false binary questions, the answers to which actively seeks simplistically to divide the world up into various versions of the friend/enemy dichotomy. It’s a philosophy which believes we are not moving forward or doing anything meaningful or valuable unless we can be seen to be making clear binary decisions about X or Y and then acting upon them, come what may with no ‘ifs and buts’.

These binary questions are deployed by Schmittian decisionists in the belief (or, perhaps, hope) that this method will revive in ‘the people’ or ‘the nation’ a belief that by answering these kinds of binary questions they are, in some meaningful and exciting way, going to be heading purposefully towards a glorious future with a restored national political, religious and personal sense of identity and confidence.

But this is a very, very dangerous route to start walking down. To see this we need only recall that ancient, fateful question “Christ or Barabbas?” and note well that it was never going to be able to deliver the ‘Last Word’ on anything we might then, or now, have considered to be good and decent and of lasting worth and that, in fact, it was ultimately only able to deliver up to us all kinds of unfulfilled (and unfulfillable) expectations that led inexorably to ever greater mistrust, hatred and, at its worst, to an almost unimaginable level of cruelty, repression, violence and, ultimately, genocide.

Well, in the figures of Boris Johnson, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Michael Gove, Dominic Cummings (the special adviser to first Gove and now Johnson as PM) we, alas, seem to have allowed into our executive some very committed Schmittian decisionists. We should not forget here to add to this list the name of their extra-parliamentary alter ego, Nigel Farage.

Now, this is not just my own eccentric point of view. Nick Pearce, the Professor of Public Policy & Director at the University of Bath, former director at the Institute for Public Policy Research and Head of the No10 Policy Unit under Gordon Brown between 2008–2010, noted in a piece first published in 2014 recent that exactly this tendency was displayed by Gove and Cummings whilst they were both at the Department of Education.

Back in April last year I said that I hoped the ‘Christ or Barabbas?’ story might stand for our disorientated culture as a salutary, Holy Week warning not to make the same kind of fateful mistake in our own time and context and adopt a politics of decisionism; the last few weeks have, of course, revealed to me that this warning was not heeded although, thankfully, the executive is now facing some real, concerted, democratic and parliamentary resistance.  

Now, at this point in writing this piece I thought I would be able to conclude with something like the following paragraph:

‘Given the foregoing, it seems to me that as a community which continues to find it’s basic religious raison d’être in following and promoting a way of being in the world based on the example of the human Jesus, we must not forget that his central proclamation to love our neighbour as ourselves — a proclamation which, remember, includes even those we perceive (or are being encouraged to perceive) as enemies — has always, and will always, represent a direct challenge to leaders and/or rulers who are Schmittian decisionists. We, therefore, have a duty to challenge in all our actions such a way of attempting to govern us.’ 

Now I think something like this can confidently be said but only if you are both prepared and able to follow Jesus in an incredibly minimalistic and humanistic way by dissolving all (and I mean all) our old metaphysical theologies, theories and beliefs about God and the New Testament into a this-worldly call to justice and charity to one’s neighbour and that the doctrine of the kingdom taught by Jesus means, henceforth and forever, that God was, is and will be present ONLY in and as one’s neighbour which, remember, includes our enemies (“What comes after Christianity?” A God who gently but firmly pushes you away from himself in the direction of each other).

If you can do this then I think my paragraph (or something like it) can, perhaps, stand. But, and this is where things got for me significantly more thorny and problematic and reminded me of the well-known adage that ‘people living in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.’ You will recall that this piece began with me noting that many biblical scholars think the ‘Christ or Barabbas?’ Story is a completely fictitious one.

To put it simply, the gospel writers — or, more accurately, the earliest sources upon which the gospel writers drew to create their texts — made it up. They did this, I suggest, because they too were lured by a kind of Schmittian decisionism, let’s call it a Pilatian decisionism.

The truth is that formal Christianity — from its earliest to its most recent times — in its attempt to build some pure kingdom or Christendom, has all often deliberately placed before people many false either/or binary questions. It has a terrible record of wanting to separate cleanly and clearly insider from outsider, the faithful from the heretics, the saved from the damned, the sheep from the goats, the chaff from the wheat and so on. Throughout the New Testament and on into nearly all the structures of formal Christianity I find again and again many, many of examples of Schmittian or Pilatian decisionism.

When I began writing this piece I thought I might be able to say in conclusion that the way our current executive has chosen to try and govern over the past couple of weeks is profoundly ‘un-Christian.’ But that’s an unsustainable claim. What we have seen attempted by the current executive is painfully close to the way formal Christianity has often chosen to govern its empires, states and churches. This fact — and continuing tendency — must never be forgotten.

But what I am prepared to say is that promoting this kind of Schmittian or Pilatian decisionism is a way of governing that really does deem to run completely counter to the minimalist understanding of what and how Jesus seemed to teach people to behave outlined above and, therefore, it is, at the very least, one more good reason to reject the divisive and destructive politics of Boris Johnson, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Michael Gove, Dominic Cummings, Nigel Farage, et. al..  

Question and answer are held together, and related to one another, by the event of the search

1 September 2019 at 14:10
READINGS: Matthew 15:1-10

From ‘The Gospel and Culture’ (1971) by Eric Voegelin (‘The Eric Voegelin Reader’, ed. Charles R. Embry and Glenn Hughes, University of Missouri Press, 2017, pp. 247-248)

This book . . . begins by asking what is the meaning of the fact that we exist. 
This does not mean that we begin by taking up a non-Christian attitude. 
It simply means that we, too, as Christians, are men with enquiring minds. 
We must always be ready and able to explain how our faith is the answer to 
the question of our existence” (De Nieuwe Katechismus, 1966). 

Th[is] passage [from the Dutch Catechism], though wanting in polish, is philosophically very much to the point. Its well-intentioned clumsiness sheds a flood of light on the difficulties in which the churches find themselves today. Note above all the difficulty the church has with its own believers who want to be Christians at the price of their humanity. Justin [the Martyr (d. ca. 165)] started as an inquiring mind and let his search, after it had tried the philosophical schools of the time, come to rest in the truth of the gospel. Today the situation is reversed. The believers are at rest in an inquiring state of faith; their intellectual metabolism must be stirred by the reminder that man is supposed to be a questioner, that a believer who is unable to explain how his faith is an answer to the enigma of existence may be a “good Christian” but is a questionable man. And we may supplement the reminder by gently recalling that neither Jesus nor his fellowmen to whom he spoke his word did yet know that they were Christians—the gospel held out its promise, not to Christians, but to the poor in spirit, that is, to minds inquiring, even though on a culturally less sophisticated level than Justin’s. Behind the passage there lurks the conflict, not between gospel and philosophy, but rather between the gospel and its uninquiring possession as doctrine. The authors of the Catechism do not take this conflict lightly; they anticipate resistance to their attempt at finding the common humanity of men in their being the questioners about the meaning of existence; and they protect themselves against all too ready misunderstandings by assuring the reader they do not mean “to take up a non-Christian attitude.” Assuming them to have weighed carefully every sentence they wrote, this defensive clause reveals an environment where it is not customary to ask questions, where the character of the gospel as an answer has been so badly obscured by its hardening into self-contained doctrine that the raising of the question to which it is meant as an answer can be suspect as “a non-Christian attitude.” If that, however, is the situation, the authors have good reason to be worried indeed. For the gospel as a doctrine which you can take and be saved, or leave and be condemned, is a dead letter; it will encounter indifference, if not contempt, among inquiring minds outside the church, as well as the restlessness of the believer inside who is un-Christian enough to be man the questioner.  

From Letters to a young poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (pp. 34-35)

. . . I want to beg you, as much as I can dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions them­selves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Per­haps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. Perhaps you do carry within yourself the possibility of shaping and forming as a particularly happy and pure way of living; train yourself to it—but take whatever comes with great trust, and if only it comes out of your own will, out of some need of your inmost being, take it upon yourself and hate nothing.

—o0o—

ADDRESS
Question and answer are  held together, and related to one another, by the event of the search

Eric Voegelin (1901-1985)
For Eric Voegelin (1901-1985) ‘question and answer are held together, and related to one another, by the event of the search’ (‘The Gospel and Culture’ in ‘The Eric Voegelin Reader’, ed. Charles R. Embry and Glenn Hughes, University of Missouri Press, 2017, p. 249). The search for an answer to ‘the enigma of existence’ was central to his life as it is to the lives of most of us here. Naturally, any search requires us to ask questions and this is why, for Voegelin ‘man . . . is a questioner.’ However, despite this, Voegelin is clear that ‘man . . .

‘. . . can also deform his humanity by refusing to ask the questions, or by loading them with premises devised to make the search impossible. The gospel, to be heard, requires ears that can hear; philosophy is not the life of reason if the questioner’s reason is depraved (Romans 1:28). The answer will not help the man who has lost the question; and the predicament of the present age is characterised by the loss of the question rather than of the answer, as the authors of the Catechism have seen rightly’ (ibid p. 249).

Given this predicament one of Voegelin’s aims was to recover the lost question because without the question to which the gospel was perceived to be the answer we simply have no chance of knowing what the gospel might actually have been and, perhaps, still is, or can be, for us today.

As we proceed it is vitally important to fully to appreciate the point I made a moment ago that, in Voegelin’s mind, the question and the answer are not things that can be pulled apart as if one could exist independently of the other. For him neither an answer which put a final end to questioning, nor a questioning which couldn’t at least hold out the reasonable promise of delivering up some kind of practical answer to the enigma of existence’ could ever be seen as satisfactory or sufficient for us.

Now, every search requires the existence of some kind of ‘pull’. To keep to the language of the gospels, two everyday examples of this pull are the valuable lost coin you know you mislaid in the house or the single sheep lost from your flock (Luke 15:1-10). Their loss are events which insist we ask all kinds of questions and which, in turn, we hope will help us successfully to search out and find the coin, the sheep or whatever. In the case of coins and sheep there is, of course, always the possibility that the questions will lead to disappointment because they fail to help us find these very specific known and knowable things or, if the questions do help us find these things then, in general and all things being being equal, the pressing need for further questions about the matter quickly begin to fade.

But with ‘the enigma of existence’ this is not the case. There is by now many hundreds of thousands of years of evidence which strongly suggests that we’ll never find a final answer to this enigma and so there will always be the need for us to ask questions about it. But, and it’s a vital but, Voegelin thought that despite this we could still find appropriate ways of living with the endless questions about the enigma that, in a special, existential way, do come to constitute a certain kind of practical and satisfactory enough ‘answer.’ In other words the tension experienced in the event of the search becomes itself the very place where an answer to the enigma of life is gifted to us. The existential answer about which I’m talking is found in the movement — the tensional push and pull — that takes place in between the question and answer; it is there that ‘we live, move, and are’ (Acts 17:28).

For me, no one has put this thought more beautifully and succinctly than the poet Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) in one of his famous letters (written 1902-1908, pub. 1929) to the young poet Franz Xaver Kappus (1883–1966). You will recall that Rilke encouraged Kappus to ’love the questions them­selves’ and to proceed, not so much by seeking final answers right here and right now (which we couldn’t yet understand anyway) but, instead, by learning how to ‘live the questions now.’ For Rilke the hope was that by doing this he might ‘gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.’

Now, one of the many great tragedies about Christianity as it developed into a formal Imperial, and then State, religion was that instead of always-already being prepared to enourage people to ask genuine questions about ‘the enigma of our existence’ and then enabling them freely to work towards some provisional answers which were, in turn, ever open to further questions and inquiry, it became, instead, a religion which insisted people rested wholly content in, ’an uninquiring state of faith’. I hope it is clear that this was to create a religion which believed it could eliminate the need for questions and, therefore, eliminate any need for ‘man the questioner.’ Indeed, all too often, as the writers of the ‘Dutch Catechism’ realised (for us, astonishingly and depressingly) it has become the case that to ask questions is believed by many Christians ‘to take up a non-Christian attitude.’

Speaking personally, this is one of the major reasons I simply had to leave behind any form of traditional Christianity. From individual conversations with you I know that this is the case for many of you too.

In short, traditional Christianity tried to make the pole of ‘the answer’ supreme and to separate it from the question and the movement of the search. It attempted to do this by making the answer — its ‘gospel’ — via various theological doctrines elucidating God’s attributes and actions etc., into something knowable, fixed and final. In turn, this meant that once a person came to know the doctrines and possessed their eternal truth then the need for them to ask any further questions ceases. That person believes they have found the answer to ‘the enigma of existence’ in this known thing called the ‘gospel’ just as they might find their lost coin or sheep. Job done, questions over, all tension resolved, all movement stopped.

In passing today, but importantly nonetheless, it’s worth being aware that what is true in such Christian circles is as true in other doctrinal, ideological settings such as those found in certain kinds of political circles.

Anyway, it is no surprise that, basing itself on the supremacy of ‘man . . . the questioner’ (especially in his or her role as scientist or philosopher), as our modern, Renaissance and Enlightenment, humanist inspired culture has developed it came ever more to reject such a ‘gospel’ because it was clearly so often being used to shut down the need for any further questions.

This was an intolerable situation and so there was much that was right and proper about this humanist move. But Voegelin recognised there was a real danger here because it tempted us into thinking that because the answer couldn’t be found in a dogmatic and fixed gospel the ‘Church’ it now had to be found wholly in a known and knowable humanity and, of course, in the natural world of which we are so integral a part.

Much more needs to be said about all this but, for now, let me just sum-up by saying that Christianity came to believe the answer to the enigma of existence was to be found only in a dogmatic gospel about a known and knowable God, whilst the secular, humanist world came to believe the answer to the enigma of existence was to be found only in a known and knowable humanity and natural world.

Voegelin’s great insight was to see how wrong-headed this is. This is because what it is for us to exist as the kinds of being we are is always-already to feel ourselves in what Plato called metaxy — the In-Between; it is always-already to be inextricably situated, pushed and pulled, in-between the poles of question and answer, in between what for us is a never fully known and knowable humanity and natural world on the one hand, and what we feel to be an unknown and unknowable transcendent (or divine) reality on the other.

The mistake we often commit is to make the human and divine poles the only really-real or truly-true things and to forget that the only thing that we can assuredly say is real or true for us is the movement, the push and pull, that is set up between those felt poles. Our whole existence always-already takes place completely inside the movement of the event of the search and the only answer to the enigma of existence which will ever satisfy us (and have half a chance of being as true as anything can be) is one that remains consciously in the metaxy — the In-Between.

As Voegelin writes:

‘The search itself is the evidence of existential unrest; in the act of questioning, man’s experience of his tension (tasis) toward the divine ground breaks forth in the word of inquiry as a prayer for the Word of the answer. Question and answer are intimately related toward the other; the search moves in metaxy, . . . in the In-Between of poverty and wealth, of human and divine, the question is knowing, but its knowledge is yet the trembling of a question that may reach the true answer or miss it. This luminous search in which the finding of the true answer depends on asking the true question, and asking the true question on the spiritual apprehension of the true answer, is the life of reason’ (pp. 248-249).

With these words I’m now able to bring this address to a tentative and provisional close because I think we’re now in a position see reasonably well the lost question Voegelin thought he had recovered to which the gospel was perceived to be the answer.

It is the life of reason understood as the learning how  to how to live, well and fruitfully, in the always ultimately unresolvable tension of the metaxy, in the searching movement of the In-Between; in-between the push and pull of questions and answers which must always be held together without one of them ever winning over the other. This is surely something akin Rilke’s advice to the young poet.

For Voegelin, the only religions and philosophies that are truly worth their salt are those which offer people practical ways to live well and fruitfully in the metaxy, the In-Between and not to seek fixed and final answers from either the gods or humanity/nature alone. The moment a religion or philosophy believes it has found the answer to the enigma of existence by absolutising either the divine on the one hand or the human/natural on the other they have become religions and philosophies which have lost sight of what it is to be human and threaten to introduce tyranny into our lives.

Voegelin felt that the ‘gospel’ — which centrally involves the idea of a life of seeking which involves giving up one’s life to gain it — did, in fact, offer just such a practical answer to this question.

But today what, in detail, Voegelin the atheist thought consisted in the gospel is something I might endeavour to explore some other time. All I wish to do today is place before you the question to which Voegelin thought the ‘gospel’ was one possible ‘answer’: How do we live well in the metaxy — the In-Between? In-between the question and answer; in-between the gods and humanity?
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