worth trying?

Someone was telling me about a book on change called One Small Step can Change your Life. I’m not sure I’m going to rush out and buy it, but there were a few tidbits worth experimenting with.

Apparently, the idea is (obvious enough): big change means big fear. Little change means no fear. It seems to have to do with primitive survival instincts. Too much disruption and our fight-or-flight mechanism sets in. The flight-mechanism diverts all our energy from the parts of our brain that could respond creatively or wisely, so we run away from change rather than engaging with it productively. But apparently, if the change is small enough, the panic response lies dormant, and we can get on with being creative, adaptive human beings. Now I have no idea if this is scientifically true, but it sounds intuitively plausible, which is good enough for now.

So that means we need to look for tiny little steps towards change — something I suspect we all know, but often fail to apply.

The other helpful reminder was about how easily our brain can be programmed. Apparently, if we ask ourselves the same question every day, our brain learns to track the information for us throughout the day. That means that if we ask the question, ‘where was God’s blessing’, our brain will tag and sort blessings throughout the day; whereas if we ask ‘how have I failed?’ our brain will tag all our downfalls. (This is ‘Pavlov meets Ignatius’, isn’t it?)

If that’s true, it means we need to choose our questions wisely. But imagine if by the simple act of asking, we found that our brain got in the habit of noticing blessing, or beauty, or laughter, or forgiveness… if we got in the habit of noticing God.

So, here’s a one-off question (or two) for anyone who will join in:

What’s the best question we could ask ourselves each day? What will draw us closest to God?

just wondering

I’ve had a few conversations this week that have left me wondering what sort of ‘teaching’ usually goes on in church.

So, this is by way of a survey for anyone willing to answer:

1. Where did you (/do you) learn about prayer? If it was not through the ‘normal’ life of your church, have you ever received teaching on prayer in your congregation?

2. What shapes your understanding of scripture? Does your experience of church lead you to believe that there is one way to read scripture or many ways?

3. Have you ever had a chance to talk with others in your church about your understanding of (and your potential difficulties with) central aspects of faith (e.g. — love, forgiveness, resurrection, redemption, judgment…)?  If so, how did the conversation come about?

If you know of people who might be willing to answer but who don’t usually read this blog, please invite them into the conversation. I’d really like to know what people from different backgrounds have experienced.

kindle us…

All day I have had ideas flitting about for a more ‘serious’ blog post — something nicely theological to lead us away from the temptation of more notes from the nature reserve.

But since then, dinner got in the way — and a new recipe that is far too much fun not to share. Certain details may be specific to location. Adapt as need be.

Smoked Aubergines (Eggplant)
(Oh dear this is getting complicated already.)

1. Go to Homebase to buy a trivet. Best to do this after a funeral when you are over there anyway. You want a new trivet so as not to ruin the one you use to cool muffins. Homebase has the perfect thing — strong, with thick horizontal bits and not too many cross bars.

2. Buy an aubergine. You thought that was going to be easy didn’t you. So let me be more specific: buy a small thin aubergine that will cook evenly in seven minutes. Looked through the whole box of aubergines and still found nothing that is remotely the right size or shape? Get what you can — this is Dunoon after all.

3. Ignore trivet and aubergine for several days, trying to find time to cook.

4. Realize it is the longest day of the year, which must mean there is time to cook.

5. Set the (washed and dried) trivet over the largest gas burner on the stove. Set the (washed and dried) aubergine on the trivet. Put the flame on as high as it will go. Quickly turn it off again. Get the cat out of the kitchen. Close the door, open the window, and start again…

6. Are you having fun yet? If not, stand over the aubergine until it starts to catch fire. Think ‘oh, it’s working’ and go make the sauce.

7. While the aubergine burns, mix oil, lemon juice, finely sliced garlic and a small bit of red chili.

8. Periodically turn the aubergine, marvel at how easy this is. Wonder why you waited so long.

9. Eventually, the skin will go black and the first juices will start to hiss. Careful now — you want charred smokey aubergine, not aubergine flambe and the fire brigade.

10. Once the skin is black all over, poke at it to make sure it’s soft, take it off the heat and slice at 1/4 inch intervals 3/4 of the way through.

11. Put it back on the flame for a few minutes (making a mess of the cooker, juices spitting everywhere) while you chop some coriander (cilantro).

12. Put the aubergine on a plate, pour over the sauce. Add coriander, salt and pepper. Taste, and lament the flavourless aubergine you should have known better than to buy.

13. Remember that there is Rose Harisa in the fridge. Dollop on generously. Mush it all up together and rejoice in a new found meal.

more books

After Chris’ initial book tag, she went on to another set: books that have influenced the way you think. It’s had me thinking ever since. So here are another five (in order first read):

The Cloud of Unknowing. This served as a rather strange theological primer. I read it during my English Degree when Piers Plowman led to Julian of Norwich, who led to Cloud. Rather like reading The Wasteland when I was ten, there was no way I could understand Cloud. But it sketched out the territory of the possible. For someone like me, who tends to be restless till something is known and understood, it is just as well to learn early on that God offers an infinite playground for thinking, but that knowing will never be ours in this lifetime.

Thinking and Speaking, Lev Vygotsky. Another book I dare say I didn’t wholly understand –though I can distinctly remember the night I fought with writing the essay. Thinking and Speaking is about how human beings learn — more specifically how we develop ‘self-talk’ that forms the basis of meta-cognition. Three things (at least) that interested me in Vygotsky’s work. First was his focus on learning as a process graded so infinitely as to defy clear stages (contra Piaget). ‘Life long learning’ before the term became fashionable. Second, was the way in which the individual internalizes language and concepts from their surrounding culture. Vygotsky argues that it is actually significant relationships that lead to significant learning, as we internalize images that appeal (a vast oversimplification). Third, is the crucial idea of The Zone of Proximal Development: a fancy term for the gap between what we can know and understand on our own, and what we can know and understand with a trusted guide. A couple of significant things there: the gap is only so big, so if one is one is not ready, one simply can’t learn. But, the gap reaches it’s maximum capacity when we trust the guide — again picking up on the importance of relationship in learning. I’m sure I don’t apply Vygotsky’s insights as well as I should, but they offer an important framework for thinking about how individuals and groups learn and change.

The 200th Anniversary Cookbook from King Arthur Flour. A very perceptive then-14 year old (now 23 year old!) once noticed that baking was one of my favorite means of procrastination. So I probably read King Arthur when I should have been reading Vygotsky. King Arthur Flour is a small company in Vermont that mills good flour, sells hard to find baking goods and collects wonderful recipes. But it is the way they give you the recipe that counts. They tell you, for example, how to make a basic American muffin. Then they tell you what happens if you add this instead of that, and how far you can push it. So I learned to substitute half the baking powder for baking soda if using yoghurt instead of milk, how to mix blueberries in so they don’t sink, and so on. It changed my thinking for ever, and led to the signature cranberry and ginger muffins. A book well worth reading, especially when avoiding essays (or sermons, or deadlines…).

Existentialism & Humanism, J. P. Satre. A book every twenty-something should read, mark and inwardly digest and then grow out of. Don’t miss reading it. Don’t miss learning from it. But please oh please don’t forget to grow out of it.

and if you need help growing out of it, follow the bibliography in:

After Christianity, Daphne Hampson. Daphne was my thesis supervisor at St Mary’s. We named a sharp toothed puppy after her once. She and the puppy could both be hard work, but she was (no doubt is) one of the finest teachers I’ve ever met. Daphne spent years being angry in the church, and then spent years more being angry at the church. Not without justification. We lost a superb mind and an interesting human being when we pushed her out. She has important things to say about feminism, the use and abuse of power, and the nature of Christianity. She is so right on so much that I always find our points of intense disagreement a frustration. (Which is no doubt how she felt about so many of her students who were changed by her, but not persuaded to follow her out of Christian belief.)

What’s been interesting in thinking about this post is realizing that the books that most influenced me have been those that I either didn’t understand fully or engaged with but disagreed with. Now, do you suppose that’s typical or perverse? Maybe if others take up this thread it will start to become clear.