Longshanks

longshanks stood here
or so I’m told
dropping buttons on a plate
currying divine favour
feeding on holy bread
sacramentally blessed

now I stand here
priest of this fold
the hill of the worm plainly in my sight
past visions looming large
resounding inside my head
of sword,
of steel,
of blood,
of death.

this church stands here
or so I’m told
linking his past
with my present
all virtue and vice
all virtue and vice

the walls drip with prayer
or so I’m told
prayers for what?
a field of dead scots?
wallace in a grave?
praises to an english god?

weathered and worn
or so i’m told
by thousand year fight with elemental forces
shearing stone from stone
layer by layer
strip by strip
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
back to the bone

like tears the stone dust falls
tears for the guilt of silence
tears for the plaintive wind of a thousand cries unheard and unanswered
tears from the stones that did not sing
that shouted no protest in the face of priests and kings
drunk on power
on a wrathful god
on a divine right to rule

longshanks stood here
or so I’m told
girding his loins
for the march ahead
praying for deliverance
praying for blood
sacramentally blessed

such deathly piety –
I feel it on the wind even now
infused within these walls that I touch – perhaps
a cold waiting to be caught
turning sensible souls into preachers of hate

graves mark the victims
their silence speaks
humans all
spread-eagled
cross-like
dead
hung on the nails of battlefields blessed with prayer

longshanks stood here
or so I’m told
I can stand no more

as one bishop said to another

as one homophobic bishop said to another
it’s the truth we hate
prejudice we must defend at all costs
human life means nothing
death is nothing at all
after all

as one homophobic bishop said to another
crazy crazy world
crazy crazy times
god has thrown the chairs into the fireplace
we cannot let him
we must stop him

as one homophobic bishop said to another
all is lost
we cannot exist
if we cannot condemn
it’s the end of the world as we know it
and we don’t feel fine.

as one homophobic bishop said to another
let’s talk about other things
my dreams disturb me
and where the spirit leads
I will not follow
I cannot blow where it wills

as one homophobic bishop said to another
it was so much simpler when we were feared
and god was restrained
in chains of our making
people cowered before us
their entrails on the floor

as one homophobic bishop said to another
real reformation has begun
unless we stop it
the love of God will win
open your bible
leviticus will do

There’ll be ice-cream….

there’ll be ice-cream in the kingdom of god
the angels got thrown out
with their tuneless harps
singing in parts –
does god need such noise about?

there’ll be ice-cream in the kingdom of god
the angels ask to re-skill
“we’ll put down our halos
take up italiano
make rum ‘n’ raisin for the soul”

does god need all that praise and thanksgiving?
big-heads and dictators demand that…
ice-cream
a sign for the living
is where god’s kingdom is at.

– so in the ice-cream cafe
what dare I choose?
do I play safe with flavour?
what is there to loose
if I stretch my tongue tentatively around new knowledge?
if I let my taste buds off their noose?
if I celebrate the creative?
if I understand what I have understood
is not truth
but a jumped up lack of imagination
afraid of an ice-cream scoop?

but whilst in deliberation
I see a big smile on your face
unfreezing my moribund spiritual eye
it lets in light –
light I might have missed at Leighton Moss

so its god I see in your buggy
tasting that first ice-cream
joyfully plastered over the hair
blobbed-slobbed on the nose
slip-dripping down hands,
stuck to the face
the vanilla of life

there’ll be ice-cream in the kingdom of god
a real cosmopolitan place
no haughty holiness
no worthless worthiness
no faux friend-ness
no abundant life pretensions……

and then when you burst out laughing
the world starts laughing too
the passers by
have joy in their eyes
the kingdom has come
ice-cream has won
and for god that great ice-cream seller
dreams really do come true.

Adrian Henri

electric socks…..
that’s what I remember
bright pink I think

I was ballast
not in a bad way
sometimes silence is the best conversation
sat in Angus’ post-card clad room

beat poet –
the mersey sound –
that’s what you were
opening the souls of the young
to the rhythm sound of words
and the talking toxteth blues

what I have now
is your signature
inside a penny arcade
– Cheltenham, Nov84
but I’m no gleaner of thoughts
from pen and black ink
staring at me from the page

you’d come to read poetry
I’d come to fill the room
vaguely aware of who you might be
annoyed at my ignorance
determinedly mute
a quiet soul
of the meet and greet delegation

then you were off
taken on a tour
of liquid haunts
before wakening our minds
to pictures painted
with different coloured words
to mourning for something that was never there
in your penny arcade

electric socks…..
that’s what I remember
bright green I think…….

Woman at the Well

he spoke in riddles
but explained nothing

stilted
like cold water thrown at your face
was our conversation

Did he always speak like that?
Was he really so rude?

the ripples of passing time
make the memory faint

But for a moment
we stood before him
Intrigued –
we put away our knives – wondering
united in the uncertainty
of what we might have found.

(reflection on Jesus’ meeting with the woman at the well in John 4)

Shall we talk about the new Pope?

No…… although the insinuations about what he might have or might not have been doing during the years of Argentina’s military junta should come as no surprise to avid readers of Latin and Central American writers…

In Vargas Llosa’s “Feast of the Goat” for instance the Catholic Church colludes with the dictatorship Rafael Trujillo in the Dominican Redpublic until the arrival of JFK..

and to those of us whoose teenage faith was saved by the reading of the works of Latin American Liberation theologians like Gutierrez, Boff and Bonino, the late seventies and early eighties were the years in which attempts were made to quash them by the appointment of ultra conservative bishops and cardinals. Many of these appointments were made by a certain John Paul II! Lest we forget Boff advocated the ordination of women in “Ecclesiogenesis” way back in the mid seventies.

But lets not talk about that, lets talk instead about the greatest soul duo of all time… the dynamic duo, Sam and Dave and also the band who backed them who happened to be one of the first mixed race groups….. Booker T and the MGs!

It may be in black and white and performed to a rather restrained looking and predominatnly white European audience, but their rendition of “Hold on I’m coming” on the Stax Tour is truly astounding(I’ve got it on the Otis Redding Respect Live 1967 DVD)! If only I could shake like that! And the faces that Donald “Duck” Dunn pulls whilst playing the bass are a picture! A bit like all those French arrivals at the enemy up the road in Newcastle, you have to say the Stax tour probably did a whole lot more for transforming race relations than the church did in many parts of the world. Proof for me that God uses anyone irrespective of their beliefs to bring in the kingdom, becasue if he relied only on Popes we would still be in the dark ages and as far away from the kingdom as ever!

A Little bit of Soul…..

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I can remember being deeply disappointed at the 150th anniversary of the Oxford Movement. A series of books was published to mark the occasion – I was foolish enough to buy one – and they were turgid and unimaginative in the extreme….a symbol, or so it seemed at the time, of everything that was going wrong with the catholic side of the Church of England. And yet this stasis in catholic thought shouldn’t have come as a surprise for whilst the outlook of Keeble and Newmann owed a little something to the romantic movement at their heart they were both simply re-actionaries afraid of the future and anxious to preserve the status-quo. (A deliberate generalisation here just to rile you). The Oxford Movement may have developed very beautiful liturgies that provided colour and mystery in the East End of London but they still beleived along with Mrs. C. F. Alexander that God had made us high and lowly each one in his state.

And yet we could do with a little bit of catholic soul now, in a Church of England that is increasingly as bland and turgid as those books of 20 years ago. It is no accident that people are increasingly developing their own spiritualities outside of the church with the re-emergence of wayside shrines minus the explicit Christian imagery and the use of pop muisc and poems at funerals that better reflect the mystery of life than most modern hymns ever do.

A little bit of soul would lead to a humbler church…a little bit of soul would lead to a more reflective church that would know when to bite its tongue rather than mouthing off at every opportunity. A little bit of soul is James Jones and the Hillsborough enquiry and not some ranting Scottish Cardinal. A little bit of soul recognises why so many struggle with any kind of faith at all and does not blame them for it.

Food Processors are Great……

I hope that writing this blog whilst listening to that old classic “Modern Life is Rubbish” on the headphones will produce something more cogent than the last offering which on reading back looks awful. I could say the same when I look back at some of the sermons that I preached back in the day as a curate in Birstall some twenty years ago!

I suspect, however, that the urge to break out into some kind of middle aged dancing might get the better of me and there will be no noticeable improvement….but not to worry as no one has been duped into reading any of this yet so it is all still purely thereaputic……which is all well and good….. Air cushioned soles…she don’t mind..I want to stay this way for ever…blue jeans….Good to see DMs making yet another comeback, I have worn them for years….best boots money can buy, but I digress…..

As I was trying to say, very badly, the last time there is a tendency in some recent Christian thinking to paint such a black picture of the world that we fail to see when God is using “the world” to call the church to repent and re-discover what Gospel values actually are. I often think that in the future church historians will heavily criticize the Christians of today and of the past one hundred years. It will be seen as a new dark age in Christian history. One of the few bright spots in this dark age will be Archbishop William Temple who bucked the trend along with a few others in helping to set up the Welfare State. But whether it be votes for women, ecology, animal welfare, equal rights for all, future historians will consistantley tell of a Church that was always on the wrong side, in fact not just the wrong side, but an evil side. One of the reasons that they will identify for this will be the elevation of the Bible into a place way above its station. For as John’s Gospel reminds us it is Jesus who is the Word of God and not the Bible which is a library of books that should be read through his glasses….after all isn’t this what the early church eventually did when they decided that the Gospel was for the Gentiles as well? Isn’t this what the disciples on the way to Emmaus were doing when they walked with the risen Jesus? Had they just been reading it literally as so many are inclined to do, they would never have recognised Jesus at all.

Debunking Babylon….

I had hoped that the Church of England’s obession with the exile in Babylon and the Gospel being “counter-cultural” would have been an obsession that would have been cearly de-bunked by now. Simply put this obsession leads to slip-shod theology and becomes a justification for running away from the mess of the world as we find it in the early 21st century. It also allows Christians to disengage their brains and feel superior to the rest of the human race. And I am sorry, but the Gospel has nothing to do with feeling privalaged or better than anybody else.

The Gospel is the Gospel, end of story….just because something or other is counter-cultural does not make it the Gospel…..just becasue something or other isn’t counter-cultural does not mean it is not the Gospel. Sometimes society will mirror the values of the Gospel far better than the “Church”. Conseqently it will be Christian culture and thinking that has to be re-shaped back into the Gospel and not the other way round. The wisdom is discerning which is which and waht is what….and there lies the difficulty…and that is why we run away into an exiles in Babylon kind of drunken stupor even though any connections between the exile and now are tenuous at best. In fact there are parts of the Old Testament that were clearly influenced by Babylonian thinking, it wasn’t all ignored or condemned out of hand; the experience of exile was far more complex than that!

So when I watched the opening and closing ceremony of the Olympic Games I rejoiced at all the creativity that was being displayed and the prophetic impact of both the suffragettes and the NHS on the rest of the world….and lest we forget the Church of England completely opposed “votes for women” on the grounds that it was against the will of God….women could not possibly be given the right to vote….such a move would symbolise a society losiing its Gospel values!!!!!

So lets debunk Babylon once and for all……

Missing the real news……

In an audio commentary at the end of Season 5 of the Wire, David Simon says that one of the deliberate ironies throughout the entire five seasons was how the Baltimore Sun always missed the real story. For those of you still to indulge in one of the greatest programmes ever made the only story that the Baltimore Sun picked up on in season 5 was a total fabrication set up by Detectives Mcnulty and Freamon to get more funding so that they can do “real police work”.

It seems to me that we live in an age of missed stories and proper analysis. So many that I don’t know which one to focus on first. Will it be the Church of England’s complicity in the complete destruction of a decent education system in England? Will it be what Justin Lewis Anthony calls the myth of leadership in which the Church of England and the English football team have so much in common? Will it be the obsession with the Gospel and being counter-cultural or the mind numbing bandwaggon that is called discipleship? No I will leave those for another time….hopefully!

Instaed of all that I want to focus an apprentices eye on banking and the shallow commentary that surrounds it and the ongoing crisis of 2008 and beyond. There is no doubt that we are where we are becasue of decisions taken twenty to thrity years ago. But those decisions were taken as a response to the the upheavel of the 1970’s and we are all complicit. As a child in the 70’s I remember the power cuts of the Ted Heath era and the double digit inflation and double digit wage demands of the late 70’s. This meant that when production of white goods started drifting overseas governments really did little about it. It was, after all, one way of bringing prices down, keeping wages down and bringing inflation down. The seeds for consumer culture had been laid. In a country that made less and less balance of payments deficit was no longer of any importance, the all important economic indicator would be retail sales…..

In this brave new world where single digit inflation was all important it became clear that if the cap on wages was to be maintained then new ways of lending money had to be found so that people could buy more and more things so that lower paid jobs in supermarkets could be created to replace those being lost in industry. Spitting Image may have mocked the 1980’s News at Ten Job Survey with their giant star to highlight the one job being created in a local cash and carry, but the greatest truths are often spoken in jest! Here was the birth of consumer culture! This is how it began! This is why the banks were de-regulated with such disastrous consequnces 20 years or so down the line….to keep inflation low and enable the building of Meadowhall, the Metro Centre and every other retail park you could care to mention! Tesco’s alone now employ as many people in the UK as mining did in the early 1970’s and I don’t think that your average cashier gets paid much more than the miners did back then!

This is why politicans only talk about regulating the banks when they are in opposition and all talk of re-balancing the economy is just a load of hot air! We have created an economy that depends for its survival on debt and more debt and nothing that any politician has done since 2008 has attempted to change or challenge that…quantative easing, government guarnteed loans, tuition fees all take us deeper into this mire…all ensure that it will happen again! That is the real news story. Until politicans plan for the long term (and we allow them too) and not short term political gain we are going nowhere fast….