One of them would be that I think it’s the best looking Christian book I’ve seen for ages. Really good design work. Unfortunately, the US version is the usual pap, so you’ll have to go direct to Paternoster and get the one that’ll properly grace your shelves.

Another would be that Tom Sine is a genuinely incredible person. Carson can talk about ‘Becoming Conversant With the Emerging Church’, and others can prattle on about the emerging conversation; Sine actually is conversant with a massive number of people from around the world. When he tells stories, people ought to listen.

When the great book of life is opened, some would see it that it’ll be the stellar Christians like Mclaren, Baker, Rollins and Wallis who should get all the plaudits. I wouldn’t want to take anything away from any of them, but quietly, ‘one mustard seed at a time’ Tom has been actually inspiring people to do the stuff. It’s a quiet, background role, perhaps, but I think if you could trace the significance of his words and actions through all the things that have happened because of them, you’d have quite an amazing list. Vaux certainly owes him its existence in many ways.

So go buy the book and get some low down on the real stuff people are doing beyond the spun-sugar of so much else that markets itself as the emerging conversation. And you’ll have a nice looking cover to boot too.

Technorati: Carson | Sine | Rollins

‘What are you reading?’

‘A book about open-water swimming.’

‘Errr….’

Actually a far more subtle and interesting book than one might think, Waterlog is a homage to John Cheever’s classic short story ‘The Swimmer’, in which the hero decides to swim the 8 miles home from a party using his neighbours’ swimming pools. I blogged about Roger Deakin’s other book, Wildwood, some time ago, and this is equally good.

The swimming, like the trees in Wildwood, is just a vehicle for meditations on British life, and on the relationship we have with water. Deakin parallels swimming pools with lawns: both are sanitised versions of nature, and neither will fully satisfy. Far better to wander the woods, or swim in rivers, natural pools or the sea.

It was also a lovely surprise to read a chapter about Jaywick, where Deakin spent many childhood holidays, and to hear him describe my Great Grandfather, who bought the land and developed the resort:

Like a lot of makeshift landscapes, Jaywick grew up as plotlands, sold off in the 1930s by a developer from Dulwich, F.C ‘Foff’ Stedman, with ambitious plans for the place as a holiday resort. In 1928, Stedman paid £7,500 for the reclaimed marshland, dunes and dykes, but Clacton Town Council refused him planning permission for houses because they were unhappy about the sewerage arrangements on such low-lying land. Undeterred, Stedman got permission instead for ‘Beach Chalets’ and ‘Bathing Houses’. By 1929, he was offering beach chalets in the London papers for £20 to £100, and plots with land for car-parking or a garden for anything from £25 to £200. The chalets caught on with East Enders and by 1931 there were 200 of them at Jaywick.

Strangely, my wife and I almost bought a house in what would have been the garden of the house he had be born in in Dulwich, South East London. His wife, my Great Grandmother, lived next door. Her parents thought him unsuitable; too much of a wheeler-dealer. Troubles with dirt, reclaiming land, I love his spirit. We live just up the hill from, and I often think of him.

The last of the family’s holdings in Jaywick were sold last year. I feel I want to go back and swim there again, and spend more time in open water.

Technorati: Cheever | Deakin | Dulwich | Foff | Jaywick | Swimming | Stedman | Waterlog

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt sales.

Both copies have been pulped.

Well worth a read, or buy the book here.

“According to Hedges, we may be only one cataclysmic event away from a total reordering of American politics and a takeover by the theocrats. Many of the Christian conservatives I spoke to last year fully expect another 9/11, but their gloomy view of the future has more to do with Ezekiel than the Fox News Channel.”

Technorati: Christian Right | Fascism | Fox News | Hedges | 9/11

One recurring theme was the votive offerings that have been dug up from the Thames, covering pretty much every age for millennia. In more recent times churches have lined its banks, and one interesting observation by Ackroyd was the number of them dedicated to the Virgin Mary. There seems no rhyme or reason to this – and yet over the river’s 240 mile passage there are over 50 churches given that name. Ackroyd connected this with the deeper history of the river as a place for fertility rituals: women would come to bathe in the Thames’ waters before trying to conceive.

I got a brief chance to speak with him afterwards. I was interested in the idea of the sacred – in this case a river – as places for us to throw our shit. The votive offerings and the general detritus of society have emptied themselves into the Thames for so long, and I wondered if he thought the river would at some point call a halt and begin to fight back. “Of course not,” he growled, “the Thames is cleaner now than its ever been.”

Precisely. With its concreted banks and strict laws and worries about health and safety, the waters pass through the city now with no interruption. Nobody bathes, nobody enters the water. We pass over it atop buses and gaze down at the greying ripples. Our detachment from this river that has fed us and led us in worship for thousands of years, and carried off our shit, is now almost total.

The river-spirit flows through the centre of our capital in a well defended channel, leaving us dry. We cannot be fertilized by it now. We have, to corrupt Jung, purified ‘Old Father Thames’ to the point of sterility. Which makes me want to head to Putney and the boat houses, and have a swim.

Connected Post: Nature Watching in LA | Mango Body Whips and the LA River

Technorati: Catholicism | Fertility | London | Peter Ackroyd | Jung | Thames

Wikiklesia is one of those great publishing projects you are happy to be a part of, with no thought of payment. Good people doing good things… the gifts have cycled well.

Unfortunately this isn’t always the case. Many months ago now I was keenly asked to provide a couple of articles for a large and very well known US Christian publication. The deadlines were tight, the turnaround not easy with juggling other things, but hey – they seemed so keen and nice about it! My queries were answered by the editor within hours, they seemed really pleased with what I’d produced… And then it came to payment. I was patient, I can tell you – I don’t like hassling people for cash – but suddenly, with the articles published, I couldn’t get a squeak out of them.

Finally, after a number of unanswered emails, a cheque for one of the articles arrived, with a copy of the piece for my file, which I was more concerned about to be honest. I’ve since heard nothing about the other one, which was published months back, but for which I’m still owed.

Should I be bothered? I can take or leave the cash. Some can’t, but I’m lucky enough to have income from my teaching. But I just feel that the principle is important. It’s basically theft, right? Should writers have to hassle people for what their due, however small it might be? I know for a fact that this publication has treated others in a similar way. Is this the sort of way we’d want a Christian publication to run? I’ve no desire to write for them again, and if that means I’m shooting my US Christian publishing empire in the foot, well, so be it I’d rather spend the rest of my days pushing work out for free to projects like Wikiklesia than have the sour taste of having to chase poorly run, industrial-sized Christian publishing houses for cash.

Rant over.

Technorati: Christian | Publishing

Bill Dahl, editor of The Porpoise Diving Life.

There are a number of things that I want to blog about from it, but, to begin with, the book has simply opened my eyes to an new appreciation of our forests. I spent yesterday out in the Surrey hills, which Deakin mentions (he died almost a year ago to the day) and it was wonderful to read the book in the very environment it spoke of.

But it was when traveling back into London by train that the book gave me a wonderful insight: there are scattered forests everywhere along our railways. These inbetween spaces, tucked safely between dangerous high-voltage rails, are havens for all manner of plant life. And with the plants, animal life too. I was surprised to learn recently that the best honey the UK has to offer is made in London. Why? Because London has such high bio-diversity, and thus the bees carry a rich mix of flavours into their hives. In the countryside, where much of the land is given over to industrial agriculture, the honey is bland.

Those who have read here before will know about the allotment that a few of us keep, and this is one sort of ‘hidden land’ that excites me about the city. But it was only traveling through Clapham Junction, East Croydon and London Bridge that I began to see that there are huge acreages of small clumps of trees and bushes, all living with no threat from mankind. All growing in the gaps that our developments have left. All working their quiet transformations of our air, our ecology, our sight.

And I can’t help but think that, hidden away in these places, an interstitial Jesus is camping. Quietly working. Beyond our boundaries, and in places we simply miss as we glide along rails in steel carriages. I need to look more closely.

Technorati: Deakin | Ecology | Environment | London | Railways | Wildwood

Some good debate going on about leadership, what it means to be ‘emergent’, and whether the book is ‘concrete’ enough.

Thanks Scot.

Technorati: JesusCreed | Scot McKnight