Saturday, 11 August 2007

Word of the day - hortatory


This word came up in Bishop Dr Tony Ritchie's paper this morning - which I really enjoyed and about which more tomorrow.
However I don't think I have ever come across the word hortatory before - strange really as it is a linguistic term. I love new words. It is always humbling to encounter them - my colleague Rosemarie repeated to me early on in my job as a translator something her professor of translation said to her early on in her training - "Your first foreign language is always your mother tongue."


and so to bed.

Escaping and Toulouse by night



I made my first escapade from the Institut today - having not been outside the main gates since my arrival 48 hours earlier. I was trying to track down some batteries for our interpretation equipment - of course it takes a kind which is not universally stocked by small shops but this was soon sorted out. The city is a wonderful medieaval rabbit warren of streets with beautiful squares and open spaces.
And all of the street names are in two languages - French and Occitan
Just round the corner is the rather Harry Potter sounding Pumpkin Lane.

I went out for supper with Denis and Monique - Denis was on the commission des ministères of the ERF with me for 9 years and we met in Paris once a month during that time. He speaks fluent Occitan, his father was a Protestant pastor in Spain and had to leave in 1938 because of the civil war.

He has just deleivered me back to the institute after a rather chaotic night time visit of the city - the St Saturnin Basilica and the Jacobins church both looked very impressive lit up - however the road works mean that he no longer knows the way around his own city!
Walking to their place earlier this evening I went past a plaque saying that Simon de Montford died here during the siege of Toulouse. The rest of the group went to Carcasonne and I'll hear about thier impresisons tomorrow.

More about the content of what we discussed this morning - fascinating as always - when I have a chance tomorrow - we begin group work in earnest and we interpreters will be kept busy.

Friday, 10 August 2007

Are you a cheesy Christian?

Today I managed to speak to Prof. Kajsa Ahlstrand about her definitions of soft and hard forms of Christianity and she told me about her cheese board approach to defining forms of religion. I was really impressed by this - especially as she was able to do it in about 90 seconds with a very straight forward doodle on a piece of paper.

I am not sure I know how to doodle on a blog - in fact I am sure I don't know how to but I may find a way around this by the end of the day - we'll see . Ideally of course I would like an interactive cheeseboard where you can all decide what kind of cheesey Christian you are and you could even place your cheesey self on the board (hmm despite promising not to get involved in editing it is probably cheesey and not cheesy isn't it?). Anyway I digress as usual.

In Kajsa's concept there is hard religion and soft religion (write the word hard at the top of a piece of paper and the word soft at the bottom, draw a vertical line between them), then there is also strong religion and mild religion (on the same piece of paper half way down on the left write the word strong and on the opposite side on the right write the word mild and again link them but with a horizontal line). You now have the beginnings of your chequered cheese board and you can begin to put in the cheeses. She does this with Italian cheese but I dare say this can be inculturated into cheeses you like and know.

So top left - hard and strong would be parmesan; opposite it hard and mild would be Fontina
bottom left strong and soft would be gorgonzola and opposite that soft and mild would be mozzarella. Kajsa would see most European Christians as clearly in the mozzarella camp.

I'm definitely a gorgonzola or possibly a very smelly ripe stilton. Rather glad blue cheese is where I'm at. It's one of the things I introduced my husband to when we moved to France- there is a rather good local blue called bleu de Gex
And of course blue cheese is best eaten with significant slurps of red wine and some really good bread. So what kind of cheese are you?

Not going to mass

I didn't go to mass this morning - and of course would not have gone to mass in the proper sense had I attended. I rather missed that quieter start to the day but I did receive and read this excellent sermon by Simon Barrow

http://www.hyattsvillemennonite.org/sermons/sm_20070722.pdf

Reading it was almost a eucharistic experience. I wish I had been there in that Italian community as the eucharist became agape and yet I suppose that because the story is being told I was there in some way - reminds me of a line from a Fred Kaan and Doreen Potter hymn "pass the word around loaves abound!"

I must be a strange person - reading sermons before breakfast and thinking about hymns rather than pop songs. No doubt thanks to the glories of the internet I'll be able to give you the full words below.

Yesterday the role of the sacraments in conversion was mentioned - the eucharist in particular - as being a way of teaching and initiating. I found it very interesting to hear that coming from Catholics - most of our churches have made the eucharist the "prize" we are allowed access to once we have been properly initiated - catechised and baptised etc. In some religious contexts, Christians practice their faith but are not baptised - in order to protect themselves and their families - are they admitted to the eucharist? I hope so.

Protestants are often so focussed on words - preaching, the Bible, testimony etc. - that we forget that we are called to a ministry of word and sacrament and that both word and sacrament can convert.

In the "soft" part of European Christianity where I last ministered this led the elders and catechists to work together on encouraging children who attended worship to feel that they too were invited to the Lord's supper. It actually meant that we ended up re-evangelising many of the parents, asking them to particpate in worship with their children, to come back to church and to share Christ's common meal as a family. I remain convinced that children and adults can "learn" as much about their faith through communion as through a sermon.

Here's the hymn, written by my former moderator.

Let us talents and tongues employ,
reaching out with a shout of joy:
bread is broken, the wine is poured,
Christ is spoken and seen and heard.
Jesus lives again, earth can breathe again,
pass the word around: loaves abound!

Christ is able to make us one,
at the table he sets the tone.
Teaching people to live to bless,
love in word and in deed express.
Jesus lives again, earth can breathe again,
pass the word around: loaves abound!

Jesus calls us in, sends us out
bearing fruit in a world of doubt,
gives us love to tell, bread to share:
God (Immanuel) ev’rywhere!
Jesus lives again, earth can breathe again,
pass the word around: loaves abound!


Words Fred Kaan
Music I think Dorren Potter
Probably to be found in Cantate Domine, Rejoice and Sing and other good hymnbooks

Kaddish for the cardinal

As Cardinal Lustiger's funeral is held today I was moved to read in this blog that it is said that he went to say kaddish for his mother at one of Paris' synagoges.

http://whispersintheloggia.blogspot.com/2007/08/kaddish-for-cardinal.html

I don't know how to say kaddish - twice at Jewish funerals I have felt a very powerful sense of loss, loss of history, loss of language ( I speak neither Hebrew nor Yiddish) and a loss of liturgy and religious observance - my Jewish forbears had been for the most part secular for several generations. I'm probably the only one who has ever taken stones to place on the family graves in Berlin, it takes the third generation Chrisitan to remember the religous folk practices.
As French Catholics mourn the convert cardinal I remember two others of that same generation, my own father who died two years ago this month and my spiritual mentor Alain Blancy whose grave also sometimes receives stones on my irregular Protestant visits. Mentioning them here is my form of kaddish.
My mother will no doubt mark the date by drinking coffee in the Stranz square café!

http://planningis50.com/walter-stranz-an-appreciation/

Thursday, 9 August 2007

Mild or soft religion

We spent a lot of time today on introductions and it was fascinating, profoundly moving and gave almost too much food for thought.

Hopes were expressed about what impact a possible code on conversion might have on hearts and minds, that if Christians managed to achieve some consensus on this issue it would also serve as a source of inspiration to others.

And so we ranged from Nepal and Myanmar, to a passionate plea about the situation of Dalits in India, to religious plurality in Malaysia and Leicester, a recognition of the challenges facing once homogenous populations - like former East Germany; and the joys and difficulties encountered in many contexts when working with converts from other religions. Some spoke of the duty Christians have to share the gospel good news, others of the need to root all conversion in the dialogical relationship.

The thought I shall take back to my own Euroepan secularized context came from a professor of missiology from Sweden who has a particular interest in mild or soft forms of religion, especially as that relates to multiple belonging - for instance if a husband practises a mild form of Christianity and a wife a mild form of Islam.

This is the first time I've heard this expression (I must get out more!) and it's helped me to reflect in some ways on what I tried to do in pastoral ministry - linking it in to radical openness and radical acceptance of others but also holding it in tension with what the French Reformed Church would call a theology both of conviction and of debate. Don't think I can unpack that just now but I suppose these are jottings for me to go back to later and try to make sense of in my own spiritual journey. Perhaps too somewhere along the line in the search for my own religious roots I would also have to say that I have a mild form of Judaism that is somewhere in my Christianity. Hmm that really is a new thought to me.

Over supper I had a much "harder" discussion with a Pentecostal colleague about European attitudes to fornication, adultery and living in sin. It was actually a really good and very honest conversation because I didn't try to be something I'm not and neither did he. The realities of pastoral ministry always put belief into a certain tension with human life as it is being lived here and now. I shall leave Toulouse particularly grateful for this mealtime ecumenical dialogue - eucharisto - maybe if I finally ever manage to make it to the USA I'll make it to his church in Tennessee, I hope so.

I recognize that part of my reality as a post-modern Christian living in a secularised context means that something is lost - part of my heritage perhaps. I am proud of much that Christians in the URC and the ERF have done, but recently when I was re-reading Thomas Hardy's Far from the Madding Crowd I realised that many of the things that make sense and give meaning to my life will soon be lost - for instance who sings hymns anymore? As a matter of course Gabriel Oak in the book is pictured as reading his Bible and saying his prayers, in a simple straight forward, structured way; he sings in the church choir. The simplicity with which he does that and of course the lack of modern distractions to take him away from it are already in some way lost to my generation. It seems to hold him together through the deep crisis of his seemingly unrequited love for Bathsheba and her marriage to Troy. His practising of Christianity doesn't make him a moraliser, it gives him structure and meaning, and means he cares enough to want to shield Bathsheba from Troy's infidelity. (And sorry great as the film is with Julie Christie and Alan Bates you will probably have to read the book to get an inkling of what I mean. hmm isn't inkling a lovely word?)

Anyway the idea that many European Christians - and perhaps others in secularised contexts too - are living with loss is an idea that interests me. What do we do to cope with that? Run away, turn to politics, give up on everything, try come what may to maintain dying institutions - or dare to continue to find new ways to pray and read the Bible and bear witness to the meaning we have found?? Apologies I really don't seem to be able to stop myself sermonizing.

The Archbishop of Toulouse


Speaking to us at the beginning of our session today Robert le Gall, Roman Catholic Archbishop of Toulouse welcomed us and apologised that he would not be able to be with us for as much of the time as initially planned. He will travel to Paris tomorrow for the funeral of Cardinal Lustiger - himself a convert from Judaism to Christianity

Interestingly as a Benedictine he was involved with others in setting up a group called Monastics in Interreligious Dialogue. He wrote about his deep dialogue with a Tibetan Buddhist monk in "le Moine et le Lama".

He ended his words of welcome to us by reminding us that Toulouse is where Saint Thomas Aquinas is buried but also a place where the Albigensian crusade is remembered.

I think he was trying to say that Toulouse thus reprepsents profound Christian theological and spiritual enquiry and also the worst kind of Christian religious violent excess - but I suppose he was rather more subtle about it.

At some point I will try to put up an English translation of what he said.

In the meantime here are some interesting links:

toulouse and islam - the battle of toulouse 721
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Toulouse_(721)

toulouse and cathars
http://philtar.ucsm.ac.uk/encyclopedia/christ/west/cathar.html

toulouse and judaism
http://www.languedoc-france.info/190214_jews.htm

toulouse and protestantism
http://links.jstor.org/sici?sici=0018-246X(197903)22%3A1%3C31%3APAPT1%3E2.0.CO%3B2-X

toulouse and catholicism
http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/14795b.htm