demanding digressions

St Paul’s met for the third of the Lenten series on Liturgy today: a ludicrously quick look at the early development of the eucharist, followed by a consideration of the Liturgy of the Word (used loosely to mean everything before the offertory).

Simple, right?

But along the way, questions arose that took us into the history of baptismal practice, the development of priests (as opposed to bishops and deacons), Reformation and 20th Century liturgical change, and a discussion on the word ‘debts’ as it related both to parables and to various theories of atonement.

There are many people who would claim that priests don’t need to have theology degrees (though bizarrely, they are often the same people who tell you that lay people and ordinands need to get qualifications from Bangor). I am sure not all priests need degrees. But I fear more need them than are getting them.

And I really can’t see how one can run Lent courses without.

following Columba?

As the clergy of Argyll gathered this week, we were asked to think about the distinctiveness of the spiritual tradition in this part of the world. Our guide asked us to ponder the future role of our church by looking to the past: to the spirituality of St Columba and the nature of a church based on monastic communities rather than ‘parish’ systems. He also shared with us some of his own hopes for a Christian Heritage centre in Argyll, and a well mapped well advertised pilgrimage route following Columba through Ireland, across the sea to Kintyre and then to Iona — a route meant to rival the Camino de Santiago.

That may indeed be a good an worthwhile project, but all week I had a nagging question: what will have have to offer those who come?

It seems to me that pilgrims come, if they come at all, hoping to experience something of God: beauty, mystery, presence, peace. Some of that rests in the land — in the sheer glory of waves and rock and hills. But beyond that, there must be people who pray. People who connect what is given in the land with what is given in Christ.

It seems to me that that would be a better project for the church than creating heritage sites. Though if the tourist board wants to help open a route for potential pilgrims, so much the better.

Iona

iona abbeyOn Tuesday, I set off for Iona — not, as you might think, in eager anticipation and delight, but with a ‘to-do’ list a mile long, increasing anxiety at the speed with which Holy Week was approaching, and impatience at the thought of having to spend another week with the clergy of Argyll (having spent three days at synod last week.) But I must repent of my grumpiness. There is much to be said for clergy being required to spend four days surrounded by beauty (and each other) despite other claims on our time. I suspect there will be more to say about the time on Iona, but for now, a self-indulgent offering of photographs.

First for Sarah — the beach where we played.

sarah’s beach

Then, for Peter — looking very much at home.

peter

And finally, for +Martin — with thanks for bring me here.

iona

swan lake

Swan Lake came to Dunoon tonight, courtesy of the Moscow Ballet.

In some circles, much has been made of the theology of the musical.  I have never been convinced.  But ballet seems more promising:  pain transformed into beauty out of sheer love and a thousand dreams of transcendence as little girls in best-dresses go pirouetting home.