“[Dawkins] acts as if the physical world that is manifest to us describes reality exhaustively. I’m not impressed with the quality of [his] writing, or of Christopher Hitchens’ writing. If you are up to speed on subjects that they raise, questions come crashing to mind. A lot of Christian extremism has done a great deal to discredit religion; the main religious traditions have abandoned their own intellectual cultures so drastically that no one has any sense of it other than the fringe.

“These people that attack religion are not attacking any sort of informed cultural sense of religion. They are attacking the crudest.”

I suppose it’s that hope of an intellectually and culturally informed Christianity that keeps me searching and writing.

In pursuit of that, I’m going to be starting a short series on some of the implications that many-dimensional physics might have to faith. First post Monday. Spread the word

Another example of how piracy has actually energised bands and the music industry to innovate.

Don Paterson, The Book of Shadows.

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I went to see The Long Road at the Soho Theatre on Tuesday night. It’s a new play by Shelagh Stephenson based on her experience of working with Synergy Theatre and The Forgiveness Project in some of the UK’s toughest gaols. It’s been directed by Synergy founder (and brother of Jonny) Esther Baker, and follows the story of a family grieving the loss of their son, needlessly stabbed to death at a bus stop, and their move towards meeting the killer.

The people who know best say she’s done a fantastic job:

“Esther Baker’s impeccably acted production confirms the play’s suggestion that restorative justice is far from a soft option.”****’

Sarah Hemming, The Financial Times

“Rare and remarkable, this is drama that cries out for attention, and richly rewards it… The acting is tremendous.”

Charles Spencer, The Telegraph

And she has. When a play leaves with questions about your own life and attitudes towards living it, and challenges you to re-think, you know it’s proper theatre. What the hell would I do if it was my son who was stabbed to death? I’m afraid to even peer into that abyss, and hope I never have to, but for those in and around the criminal justice system, that’s what they have to do. And what society demands they do in response to that does affect us all.

If you’re in town, go and see it. With great talks around the issues before each Tuesday performance. On til 5th June.

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Judas: I betrayed you because you seemed all powerful.



Jesus: My Father,

Even if now I were to whisper it,

Would break the world in his miraculous fury

To set me free.

Judas: And there is not one man in the wide world who is not in your power?



Jesus: My Father put all men into my hands.

Judas: That was the very thought that drove me wild.

I could not bear to think that you had but to whistle

And I must do; but after that I thought,

‘Whatever man betrays Him will be free’;

And life grew bearable again. And now

Is there a secret left that I do not know,

Knowing that if a man betrays a God

He is the stronger of the two?

It’s a strange play, from a strange poet, but this passage seems to encompass all the problems of free will and divine omnipotence so beautifully. I’ve yet to read Pete’s new book – funny, my complimentary copy just doesn’t seem to be forthcoming (the measly git) – but I wonder if we can see some of that fidelity in Judas’ thoughts here: subverting God, precisely because God ‘seemed all powerful’… and in that bizarre power-struggle of free will and knowledge, God allowing himself to be subverted. As I write in Signs of Emergence, I think Judas has been wrongly tarred by Christianity, and actually can serve as a very helpful, if troubled, mirror onto our own misconstructions of God and God’s power.

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“A street party of stencil art”

Leake Street, London Waterloo. 3-5th May.

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Beautiful piece flagged here. The lines of a poem appear and disappear on the floor of a pavillion as the sun moves, shining through precisely arranged perforations. The artist, Jiyeon Song, is concerned that we are rushing too quickly through our finite life, and missing so much by doing so.

There’s also an honest confession from a secular materialist, admitting that, when it comes to love, ‘Chrisitans have all the great tunes’.

Well worth a listen. And if you like what you hear, go buy Pete Rollin’s stuff. He might be Irish, but he’s right there when it comes to interpreting this for our time.

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Joy and sorrow. Adrenaline and depression. Highs and lows. Season after season. It never ends.

Prospect, the politics/culture/arts magazine I subscribe too have recently begun a monthly sports column, having argued that it was about time it enjoyed the same cultural weight as the performing arts, and to be judged by the normal standards of public life.

I have a good sporting rapport with lots of people within church circles, and Jonny and Jordon blog some sports too, but, as in cultural life, it is really ignored as a theological locus, unlike literature, music or art. I’m beginning to wonder why this is. Part of the trickster in me wonders if it’s just because the effete bookish types who ended up theologians were always the last to get picked for playground teams in school (though Camus had been a promising player). Perhaps it’s something deeper.

Mentions of sport in the Bible are few and far between. Paul talks a bit about running the race… but it’s hardly the taking part he thinks that counts. He races to win, not wanting to ‘run like a man running aimlessly… I beat my body and make it my slave.’ (1 Cor 9) We don’t see Jesus ever doing something so frivolous as take part in a game of anything. Was this because society had such little time for leisure? As a Roman, Paul would have been more used to the idea of a successful culture creating leisure time due to its riches, and thus giving time for sport, for playful shows of strength and skill.

Hard edges of the church have looked down on sport in the past, seeing it variously as too sensual, too close to passion. And yet many of the UK’s leading football teams can trace their roots back to evangelical men’s clubs and the ‘muscular Christianity’ they promoted to keep the working class out of trouble and pubs. Perhaps it’s harsh on those who gave so much to that work, but the hangover I’ve sensed seems to be a rather patronising attitude to sport: it’s good for you, it’ll probably keep you out of trouble, but it’s got nothing really to do with faith.

Which leaves me wondering why I’m passionate about it, or, more accurately, why I’ve allowed myself to become more passionate about it, in inverse proportion to my proximity to evangelicalism.

I wonder if the answer might be in Ecclesiasties 9, where the sage says:

I have seen something else under the sun:

The race is not to the swift

or the battle to the strong,

nor does food come to the wise

or wealth to the brilliant

or favor to the learned;

but time and chance happen to them all.

Time and chance. These are the twin curses of the sports fan: all victories are temporal. Each season has to be fought again from scratch each year, and past glories mean little. And, no matter what we might say, so much is down to chance. That ‘goal of the month’, that incredible shot, that goal – we can claim some great skill, but really we know that 99 times out of 100 it would not have come off, would have scuffed off a boot into the stands.

And this is where I think sport gives us a great theological grounding: the race is not to the swift. God does not play for us, does not ram the ball home and his riches do not guarantee victory. The highs and lows, the passing seasons, are part of this marathon. We must enjoy them, and yet, as all sports fans know, not ride hubris-high and expect some final victory. Not yet. Not in this advent, in this now and not yet…

So I think it’s about time sport was taken more seriously. I’m done with people patronising the passion, the partisanship, the emotional energy, longing for us to turn our minds to higher things. It’s about codes, about being bound to a team. They had a word for this binding, this commitment to something in Latin. Religare. That’s right. Sport is a religion. And, as such, informs faith. So, anyone want to bat some theology of sport around? Or it is just me convinced God is right into Man United? (Sorry, couldn’t resist

PS – Nick Hornby, in his brilliant monthly column ‘What I’ve Been Reading’ talks about Ed Smith’s What Sport Tells Us About Life in this month’s Believer. Hilarious. And helpful encouragement that I’m not mad.

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