Elvis Costello on the iPod generation.

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But it was this poem by RS Thomas that really moved me. I’ve been playing with a poem about the ocean since a few lines came to me while out in the surf in Polzeath, Cornwall, over the summer. And, as I think I’ve written here before, there’s a section in the book I’m writing where the protagonist looks out at the sea and muses that humanity is really no more than an irritant on the surface of the earth, and that, having climbed out of the oceans millennia ago, the oceans are simply going to rise and take us back.

But Thomas puts things so much better:

I have this that I must do

one day; overdraw on my balance

of air, and breaking the surface

of water go down into the green

darkness to search for the door

to myself in dumbness and blindness

and uproar of scared blood

at the eardrums. There are no signposts

there but bones of the dead

conger, no light but the pale

phosphorus, where the slow corpses

swag. I must go down with poor

purse of my body and buy courage,

paying for it with the coins of my breath.

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In a series of questions on parts of a church – what is an altar, what is a pulpit…

What is a font?

“I’m not sure what font they wrote the Bible in, but I reckon it was probably Times New Roman or Arial Black or something.”

Genius. Though the cynical francophone atheist might have prefered ‘Comic Sans’

What is the Salvation Army?

“The Salvation Army are a bunch of people who salvage Christians.”

I think this is going to be a key emerging market! Anyone think their faith needs salvaging? Not sure how much I’d get for mine…

Technorati: RS | Exam | Bloomers | Font

“Two and a half thousand years ago, at the time of Aristophanes, the Greeks believed that comedy was superior to tragedy: tragedy was the merely human view of life (we sicken, we die). But comedy was the gods’ view, from on high: our endless and repetitive cycle of suffering, our horror of it, our inability to escape it. The big, drunk, flawed, horny Greek gods watched us for entertainment, like a dirty, funny, violent, repetitive cartoon. And the best of the old Greek comedy tried to give us that relaxed, amused perspective on our flawed selves. We became as gods, laughing at our own follies.

“But, since the middle ages, western culture has overvalued the tragic and undervalued the comic. This is why fiction today is so full of anxiety and suffering. It’s time writers got back to the serious business of making us laugh.”

The article is flawed. For one thing it itself contains no jokes; it also fails to mention Shakespeare, whose comedies did light up the Middle Ages. More importantly, Gough’s thesis appears to be that the reason we have so little comedy is that ‘God has died’:

To have the gods laughing at us through our fictions is acceptable if the gods are multiple, and flawed like us, laughing in recognition and sympathy: if they are Greek gods. But to have the single omnipotent, omniscient God who made us laughing at us is a very different thing: sadistic, and almost unbearable. We do not wish to hear the sound of one God laughing. The western comic novel has often had a harsh, judgemental edge. Swift has a hint of Yahweh about him. But the recent death of God has freed a lot of space for the comic novel.

Actually, I think the whole thesis could be framed in reverse: the reason we have so little comedy now is precisely because so few of the world’s ‘literati’ that Gough delightfully mocks have any notion of the divine at all.

Either way, comedy is something we never did well in Vaux. And, having read Gough, I rather regret that. The Emerging Church at worship can take itself far too seriously. There is a rich comic vein in all dirt work, and especially in our often ridiculous practice

Technorati: Comedy | Divine | Gough | Greek | Prospect | Shakespeare | Vaux

Full text [here]

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One episode jumped out at me last night. The trickster, the Prodigal perhaps, of the novel is debating faith with the protagonist, an old preacher, when he asks:

‘Do you ever wonder why American Christianity always seems to wait for the real thinking to be done elsewhere?’



The preacher replies:



‘Not really’ I replied, which surprised me, since I have wondered that very thing any number of times.

They are referring, in part, to Barth’s thinking, and the novel is set in the 50′s. And I wondered if people thought there was any truth in that, or if still the case, or if things had changed? Is Pentecostalism America’s unique gift to the church?

Technorati: American | Christianity | Gilead | Marilynne Robinson | Barth

The only teleportation reference in the Bible?

Anyway, seems like they’ve finally worked out how to do it. A brilliant paper by a top US defense scientist on practical teleportation can be found here

Best quote from it:

A traveler stepping through the throat will simply be teleported into the other remote spacetime region or another universe (note: the Einstein equation does not fix the spacetime topology, so it is possible that wormholes are inter-universe as well as intra-universe tunnels)

In other words, we can teleport you. But we’ve no idea where you’ll end up. Could be somewhere in this universe, could be somewhere in a parallel one.

Volunteers? If Apple release iTeleporter, who’ll use it in a service first, Grace or Moot? My money would be on iKon turning up at Greenbelt and causing havoc with it

“Paul was wrong. Our faith is not foolish if Jesus is not literally and physically risen from the dead. We know our faith is true, because we know that death has not defeated him. As a humanist, I do not discard the rich legacy and richness of the Christian tradition, rather I claim to be the true heir to the Christian patrimony. Christians embrace a shallower version of Jesus. I know this because I continue to be transformed by Jesus’s love and he continues to inspire my humanist faith”

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Eight.

White.

Men.

“I hope that the movement or conversation in its present form will increasingly divide between those who deeply and intelligently desire to be faithful to Scripture while learning to communicate the gospel to a younger generation, and those who, whether mischievously or ignorantly, happily domesticate and distort the Scripture because of their analysis of contemporary culture.”

Thanks Don Carson, always nice to know you actually want more division.

[Un]Connectedly, thanks to Paul for this link to David Byrne on Jesus Camp.

His blog looks well worth an RSS.

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