Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Facetime#3 - Connecting


In my previous post I suggested that the ability to relate is, for me, one of the wonders of the universe. It might also be one of the fundamental factors that holds it together. We are all caught up in it, in the maths of it, the music of it.

When I read that we are made in the ‘image of God’, I wonder what that means. In what way could we be like the Creator? Could it be in this manifest ability to relate? The metaphors in the scriptures continue as we are presented with a God who has no eyes but can see, no ears but can hear, no mouth but can speak, no hands but can act. Do we carry the physical attributes of an unseen relational world? In this sense we could all be fitted with the same chip.

 So can God get personal?

I have entitled this series ‘Facetime’ . The train of thought was inspired by observing our own human desire to have face to face contact with others and out of a curiosity as to why and how we are encouraged in the scripture to seek the face of God. Such is our need for contatct and communication that a huge amount of modern technology is based on it, including the application, Facetime, for Apple. In order to use this application, the person you are sharing with needs to have the same operating system on their devise. I guess I am wondering if that’s partly what it means to be ‘made in the image of God’. Somewhere built into us, is an ability to connect to Our Divine Originator. For although we are different, we are not inaccesible to eachother.

To seek the face of God is to seek his Presence, though it is more than that. We are to understand that his Presence is everywhere. To seek his face is to make that connection. A moment of eye contact with the divine. An internal knowing. A flash of inspiration. To meet with his Essence.

I spent a long time this holiday in the presence of family and loved ones: from the youngest member of my family who has smiles and tears and noises instead of words, to the eldest who is perhaps tiring of them, to others for whom conversation is abundant. To be in their presence is blessing enough, but for our eyes to meet across the room, in acknowledgement, a laugh, a smile or a tear, that is surely is what makes us feel truly alive. 

Monday, 21 September 2015

Facetime#2 - Knowing


I’d hazard the suggestion that the word ‘God’ is not hugely popular these days. Maybe with good reason, He’s got a bad rep from all the horrors and general faux pas done in His Name. Perhaps for a further reason … it all seems too specific, and look, I am already at it. How do I write about God? Do I call him a He or a She, an It? Do I use CAPITAL LETTERS? ‘inverted commas’… I am tripping over grammar, limited by words. It’s all too cheap and easy. Surely if God exists, we are talking about something too mysterious, too elusive to describe.

Yes. But.

The curious and at times dangerous golden thread of the bible and Christian thought is that there is a knowability about that Great Underpinning Entity of Existence. So I return to faces.

References to seeking the Name and the Face of God are metaphors that abound in the bible and do I believe, point to something important. That is, the Presence of the one we seek can be recognised, acknowledged and felt. Just like a face. So, in what way do we think we can know people?

Before we even start talking about God and the meaning of the universe, isn’t it amazing, the simple fact of being able to get to know and understand others? This is an incredible shared experience and, at the same time an ongoing process, that involves all sorts of brain gymnastics and sixth senses that we are largely unaware of. Beautiful. Natural. THE ABILITY TO RELATE.



Although we are different, we are not inaccessible to one another. We cannot claim to know or understand everything about each other, or even ourselves, but it is enough to start making sense of our experience. TO KNOW SOMEONE IS NOT TO OWN THEM, because it is not a completed process but a shared one. Facebook may own some facts about my existence but they don’t know me, they have not entered into the relationship.

This could be where we go wrong in religious circles. Bad religion claims ownership rights over God, GOOD RELIGION HELPS US ENTER INTO KNOWING. Which I am going to suggest, is not such an outlandish quest, if we could for a moment consider the idea that the Great I Am of the Universe is not entirely unlike us. If all things in the Universe are in some kind of relationship and come from somewhere that gives that meaning, perhaps it’s not impossible to know that unifying meaning, to have a built-in ability to recognise it and relate.

Psalm 27 ‘My heart says of you “seek your face!” Your face Oh Lord I will seek.’

Saturday, 19 September 2015

Facetime

What happens when we look at someone's face? What about the face of someone we love? Why is it that lovers can spend hours staring into eachothers eyes? And what is it about babies faces that are so fascinating?
This summer I have had the fun experience of spending time with my 6 monther baby niece Ava and I felt like I could merrily look at her face for hours. On various occassions the poor girl had a whole group of fans staring at her whilst she elegantly stuffed avocado into her face.
Looking with love on the ones you love is an experience that fills the soul ... which has lead me to think ... what does it mean when the invisible incomprehensible God asks us to seek his face??
I leave you with this beautiful face ... Further thoughts to follow...

Thursday, 25 December 2014

On bended knee

It’s Christmas morning and all is quiet in the house, time to raid Dad’s drinks cupboard ;) and pause for a thought. A thought that has been trying to get through to me for a few days now but has been fighting through hefty bunches of tinsel, mince pies and general excitement.

The thought, the image, is this … that 5 months ago I was on bended knee before a star in Bethlehem, with tears running down my cheeks.

I was in the midst of my Palestinian adventure and wrestling with the strange sensation that the thing I liked least about the ‘Holy Land’ was its religion. I was running from the worlds of ideology and theology from God and gods, from all that could give voice to violence, justify oppression, crown injustice.

Then I felt it, thick in the air of Bethlehem, like the presence of something beautiful and mysterious that catches your breath and softens the soul. I can’t really name it, which I guess is the meaning of ‘Holy’.

 I knelt at the star in that small tunnel under the church of the Nativity and then I heard it, the small voice that slips under the noise, simply saying ‘Hope comes to the humble’. I was relieved, I had ran into my God, where I always have and always will find him. He wasn’t playing power games or counting money or waging war. He was underground, in the small and hidden things, with the weak and broken hearts, in a gentle knocking, in a faint whisper. Giving strength, giving hope.

There are no words to argue with that Presence when it comes near. Just tears that rise from the deep.

So, if we bend the knee this Christmas let’s not do it out of pious religion or even reverent fear, but because we need to get smaller in order to see the small things, in order to appreciate the ignored, to listen to our children, to value our sacredness, to touch the Christ child and in all this to know God.

‘You will find him wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger’

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Beers on the border

I was loving Lebanon today
Well I was loving it from a distance anyway
Sat on the beach sun melting in sky
I could see your borders with the squint of an eye
On that beach with a beer and the sand on my skin
I felt new adventures about to begin
But the car broke down along the road
And the people inside were an unwelcome load
The night closed in
And all we could see
Were the lights of the boat
That guarded your sea
Now it’s a curious thing
When a Samaritan gets stuck
Hoping for good will
For providence or luck
And providence it came
In an enemy
Who offered to tow us from A to B
With a jilting and stumbling and hesitant trust
The pull of the rope got the better of us
And the better of us was seen that day                                     View of coast from Lebanese border
In a handshake between brothers
Who had lost their way.



Beers with military boat in background patrolling the Lebanese border


Cerveza y frontera

Yo era fan de Líbano hoy
Bueno, fan desde la distancia más bien
Sentada  en la playa,  sol derritiéndose en el cielo
Pude ver tus fronteras con el estrabismo de un ojo
En esa playa con una cerveza y la arena en mi piel
Podía sentir una nueva aventura
Pero el coche se averió en el camino
Y la gente dentro era una carga no deseada
La noche acercando
Y todo lo que pudimos ver
Fueron las luces del barco
Que vigilaba tu mar
Es una cosa curiosa
Cuando un samaritano se atasca
En espera a buena voluntad
A la providencia o la suerte
Y la providencia vino
En un enemigo
Que ofreció un remolque de A a B
Con un miedo y tropiezo y confianza vacilante
El tirón de la cuerda nos sacó lo mejor
Y vi lo mejor en nosotros ese día
En un apretón de manos entre hermanos

Quiénes se habían perdido.

Bethlehem Princess


Bethlehem princess walks the walls
Hair loose in the wind
Wind that knows no politic
Comes and goes as it chooses
Not like her
The Bethlehem Princess of the Grand Hotel

Bethlehem beauty
Wears dignity and strength
Takes phone calls from a war she cannot prevent.
Ten floors high
From her room she can see
The lands that gave her identity

I.D. I.D. I’d like to see
But there’s no paper she can show him
To set her free
Her education can get her a flight out of here
But she chooses to stay with her people instead
The Bethlehem Princess
Crown of thorns on her head.



Thursday, 16 October 2014

Diving

In between wall
And crystal sea
The diver suspended
In liberty
A jump
A leap
Of faith
If you like
Cold water
To catch you
And cleanse you
It might
From there the sound
Of the birds of the air
No chatter, no worry
No striving or care
The bustle of people
Gets drowned in the swim
Anticipation
Of when
The
Next
Dive
Will                                                                             
Begin                                                                                      Diver jumping from Acre City walls




Acre city sea panorama

Saltos

Entre la muralla
Y el mar de cristal
El salto suspendido
En la libertad
Un salto
Un paso
De fe
Si te gusta
Agua fría
Te coge
Y te limpia
Quizás
Desde allí solo suena
Las aves del aire
Sin cháchara preocupada
Sin esfuerzos ni cargas
El jaleo de la calle
Hunde al nadar
Anticipación
De cuando
El
Próximo
Salto
Empezará