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Warning: this is a post from the provinces. City folk will sigh and say, ’so?’.

Today, like Monday, was half-work, half-play. But both happened in Glasgow.

It’s not often I stop for street performers. There’s a piper who I think is superb whom I slow down for. A man who plays with a crystal ball who is fun to watch on a sunny day (this is about balence and object manipulation, not fortune-telling). A South-American dance band that occasionally raise a smile.

But today, I was so distracted that I walked straight past where I was going and crossed the street before realizing it. The piper and the African drummers had teamed up. Reel of the Royal Scots like I had never heard it before. Lots of happy people laughing at the surprise of it. One rural priest thinking: hmm, how can we do this to Liturgy?

Not the drums or the pipes, necessarily, but the totally-unexpected mixed with the very familiar.

flatlander

flat stanleyMeet Stanley. He got flattened by a bulletin board.

He has come to visit from the States, and is helping a little girl named Molly learn geography.

He’s just arrived and will be with me for a few days. Photo opportunities abound.

stanley\'s adventures

So, there we were, quietly paddling about in the river:  my friend in wide linen trousers cuffed and safety pinned at the knee, and me in a full length skirt, gathered up in swathes to a decorous ‘below the knee’.  Oh, and I had my handbag over my shoulder,  of course, since it held my water and keys.

Somehow I don’t think that’s quite the view the three twenty-somethings were expecting when they climbed up the salmon leap.

naming

Blessed Google. More search-string amusement. Someone found the blog today when they asked for ‘edgy quirky boutique’.

Perfect descriptor of the SEC, no?

This one is for the artistic Hermiones out there (gold stars awarded).

Please discuss the following photo in relation to today’s sermon in Dunoon. Those of you from elsewhere, please discuss feely in relation to Ascension, Salvation, Deification, or the phraseology of Newton’s third law of motion.

Go on. Show off.

thermometer at Sigtuna Foundation

john the baptist I had an interesting lesson in communication today. I was meeting with a woman who has been deaf since childhood. She is very good at lip reading and also ’speaks’ quite successfully. But still, I was worried. How does communication work when stripped of voice tone and mediated by hand gestures, notes and frantic typing on a laptop? (plenty of creative spelling on my part, I can tell you…)

Well, it was extraordinary. We had something specific we wanted to talk about, which meant that there was a focus that is sometimes lacking in pastoral visits. But the difficulties in communication meant that we were careful not to waste words. There was no dithering, no beating around the bush; just straightforward conversation that went as far as it could (for now) into the topic at hand.

It was liberating to be able to stay so focused. It seems that the challenge to communicate is such that there is neither time nor need to second guess. Life would feel very different if conversation were always so purposeful and direct, with a cup of tea afterwards once the business is done.

stockholm cathedral north door

This was the one place I saw in Sweden that I really didn’t like. The people I spoke to claimed not to notice how very Masonic it was. So, I offer you a photo of one of the more subtle Masonic influences.

There was also a tetragrammaton over the West door; an early painting of Stockholm that seemed rife with numerological signs; a thoroughly dualistic George and the dragon; and a stunning lack of anything to do with Christ.

Update: I’ve added a wee beastie beneath the fold on request of the Mistress of Dragons.

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If you missed Gene Robinson’s article in the The Times on what it means for him to be making vows in his relationship with his partner Mark, it is well worth reading.

It begins with a comment he lived to regret about always wanting to be a June bride. He said it in an unguarded moment after a long and serious discussion. But of course, his opponents took it and ran. He offers the more measured words he should have used, and then says this:

The worst part is that it’s reminiscent of the years and years that I had to self-censor everything I said, so as not to give away the fact that I was gay. Gay and lesbian people learn at an early age to filter every single word before uttering it, straining out anything that might indicate who we really are on the inside. I know from my own experience, and from that of countless others, that this is an exercise in self-alienation. In a nanosecond we listen in our heads to what we’re about to say and, before speaking, edit out anything that might indicate to the listener that we’re gay. We get really, really good at it, until it becomes second nature. But it takes a toll on our souls.

This may not sound like oppression - it’s not the same as being thrown into prison or burnt at the stake - but it’s one of the silent, painful results of oppression. The result of any oppression is living in fear - fear of discovery, rejection and retribution. It’s what most gay and lesbian people live with every day, all over the world.

That ‘nanosecond’ of self-editing is deadly. For some, it is a tendency of personality. There is an over-activeness of mind, combined with an underlying self-doubt that means there is always a gap between thought, feeling and action that means spontaneity is an elusive desire. For others, it comes about through circumstance: an experience of rejection or abuse is internalized so that the person comes to believe they are not acceptable as they are and learns to slip on a mask before each word and action so that no one will see who they are. There are other ways and other reasons too.

Beneath it is the terrible lie that we are not good enough, not acceptable; neither lovable nor loved.

When we face (or try to face) the issue of inclusion of LGBT people in the church, it is in part a justice issue: letting the marginalized speak, rejecting prejudice based on sexual orientation, refusing the hypocrisy of ‘don’t ask don’t tell’. But it is also about recognizing what the church needs to learn from this community — about seeing Christ there.

Gene Robinson points to something that is widely shared in the gay community: a learned self-censorship and pretense that is a defence against pain and rejection. But that is not just a gay story. The gay community focuses it for us: gives us words for something that is a part of our common humanity. And those who have come through it, come ‘out’, can therefore show us the way to redemption and to healing. They have learned a costly self-acceptance that the whole church needs.

There is no difference here; just the diversity of creation and the shared grace of God.

mobile at kista church

crucifixToday was not the best of days. A worrying pastoral situation or three… Awareness of things done and left undone. A sense of exhaustion when I was trying to prepare tonight’s bible study and a quite legitimate worry that this time I would not get away with it and could not fake my way through.

But then, God caught me off guard. Amos, unexpectedly, came as grace.

There is nothing like a bit of righteous anger, underlined by God’s deep constancy and love to unravel the knots of a bad day.

During the bible study, someone drove to the heart of it: the faith of remnant Israel is remarkable. To go through all that, to be scattered to the wind, broken and torn, and to come out proclaiming the constancy and compassion of God is a remarkable thing.

So there is grace in working through the text: getting carried away on a wave of righteous indignation, purging the need to blame, being pushed into the place where God turns the tables, and says ‘and you? are you really any different?’. And then being offered the space to grow, the invitation to seek God, the promise that God will not utterly destroy but will raise up life.

A more cowardly people would have burnt Amos’ prophesies and denied them. But somehow they realised: there is grace here. If we face our failure, our people’s failure, and learn to tell a new story: there is grace.

But to find it we need to cling together in exile; to face anger and disappointment till we can name God again.