Power of the Pen

take up a pen
write some poetry
bathe it
swathe it
in luxuriant imagery
create words
that gnaw at the heartstrings
that open up minds
illicit lost feelings

make subtle illusions
to the darker side of life
with intelligent intense
paint the true state of the world
providing a fuel
by which
dreamers can survive
when witnessing violence
the loss of innocent lives.

build patterns that entice
inform, but still entertain
point out lessons of history
where it was said
never again
re-igniting
the power of the pen
over the swords of bloody despots
embracing Armageddon

copyright a shyvicar June 2024

Coventry

night-time
Coventry
January 91
not out of choice
I hunkered down
locked out of my lodgings
with a door key that wouldn’t work
ticking off seconds
minutes
hours
yearning for a rising sun
frost on breath

I played ghost
not wanting to be mistaken
by the unseen insomniacs of the night
for a prowler out on manoeuvrers
whilst my dog-collared host slept soundly
in his celestial bed.

I could have raised the dead from their slumber
I could have banged on the Vicarage door
but as a lost poet once said
shyness is nice……
cowering on the porch
I assessed my options
resolving to catch the morning’s first bus
buy a bacon bun for breakfast
try and get warm

In the strictest sense
I was not
hopeless and homeless
but accepting an open invitation
to mix and mingle with others
forced to live in a coventry like state
hiding their love in secret
had put me out on the street

drowning in the stimulating hubbub
of others’ conversations
I re-emerged
from my silent observations
well past the time
when all good Vicars
go to bed
but I had lived
and I had learned
in ways unanticipated
by theological educators
from a placement in Coventry.

Copyright – ashyvicar May 2024

It’s the Gospel……..

Aside

I usually leave all the talking to more extrovert colleagues, but even I am champing at the bit after the latest rounds in the will they won’t they women bishops debate. Which means that all of those w.h .vanstone dreams have been consigned to the re-cycle bin and then deleted. So instead of staying zip vanstone style until two weeks before I retire I have bolted like a frightened and bewhildered rabbit onto the blogosphere! After all everyone seems to be doing it one way or another. Never has so much been written by so many……. or something like that! (If I actually persist with this blog and some poor soul actually reads it then they may discover what I should have written at this point….. however shyness got the better of me)

So let’s cut to the chase! It’s the Gospel! That’s why women should be made bishops right here and right now! It’s got nothing to do with mirroring what is happening in wider western culture although, in this instance, it is changes in western culture that have opened the eyes of many in the Church of England to the fact that women bishops is Gospel. Maybe if the Church of England had listened to the suffragettes and not opposed a woman’s right to vote we might be at a very differernt place now.

Unfortunately for supporters and opponents alike the Bible holds mixed views when read at face value. Deborah the old testament judge and Paul’s there is neither male or female, contrasts with calls for subjective wives in ephesians and dripping taps in the supposedly wise book of proverbs. But this is where that great anglican mainstay of reason should come in. But unfortunately reason has been very quiet of late! The C of E seems hooked on scripture and tradition even though both scripture and tradition contain fine examples of getting things wrong. Just becasue we have done it this way for a 1000 years does not make it right! An argument often used by many a hard pressed cleric trying to replace church pews with more comfortable seats!

Reason demands that we look at the whole picture and determine what the new creation will look like; a new creation for which Jesus laid the foundations through a life characterised by love, service and a bringing out of the shadows of those who were seen to be of no significance at all. (Jairus’ daughter being a striking example – “don’t bother the teacher” are words that would never have been uttered had she been 12 years old and male).

For me, wolves lying down with lambs, and lions eating straw like cattle suggest a God who wants to bring to an end the different “roles” of the sexes (so much championed by traditionalists) in the new creation that is to come. When taken together, scripture, tradition and reason point to women bishops as being a mark of the coming kingdom in an espiscopal church.

So any amendment which dilutes that, as the house of bishops amendent does, is not an amendment or a compromise worth having.