Saturday, 21 November 2020

New questions!

 I had a surprising conversation earlier in the year in which God was blamed for taking everything away. Now I've since grappled with a Brueggemann book about psalms, and am a believer in the importance of lament, and know that God's shoulders are big enough for whatever we heap on them. So in many ways it is fine to blame God and maybe less damaging than blaming people or understandably easier than owning our own responsibility. But I still don't think that God is the cause of, or requires, our losses.

And so it was with much joy yesterday that I listened to someone much more knowledgeable than I describe 'listening theologically' and pose the question how might we know what is of God? The whole module was great and got me thinking about how our bodies might reflect inner thoughts, and how it's important to listen for the gaps in what people share. What resonated for me about my summer conversation tho was how we might discern if what is revealed sounds like God or not. If we believe that perfect love casts out fear, then is what is being claimed to be of God, speaking of love or fear? Is it offering liberation or bondage? Now of course losses can liberate, and spring from love, so God may well be calling us to let go. I see that differently than God taking from us.

And so I'm excited by new questions instead of my usual "where is God in this?" Or "what might God be saying?":

Where is love at work here?

What might freedom look like?

And I should probably get and read everything I can by Jane Leach whose wisdom I enjoy so much :)

Tuesday, 10 November 2020

You are/ I am enough

I've oh so nearly finished the Brene Brown book that's been competing for my attention for so long now. Just a few pages to go but each paragraph is so good I'm not managing to finish it as I keep wanting to reflect on what she's saying on shame resilience. The book is entitled 

I thought it was just me (but it isn't): making the journey from " what will people think?" To " I am enough"

Basically this is my wish for every human being - that they knew and trusted they were good enough and loveable. Brene's core message is that "we cannot change and grow when we are in shame and we can't use shame to change ourselves or others". Only when we are in touch with our self worth do we have the capacity and confidence to address whatever it is we'd like to work on in ourselves. Building our resilience to shame means we can be our more authentic selves, not needing to change how we present ourselves to the different people in our lives as we are instead content to be who we are wherever we are and who we are with. 

Imagine a world full of such contented people! So at home in their own skin and delighted with who they are, that there was no need for defensiveness. Such delight/ contentedness doesn't mean we don't still want to grow - there's always room for growth - but that springs from a place of self belief rather than self doubt.

Give me just a little more time and then if you want me to post you the book, let me know!

Saturday, 31 October 2020

What's mine to do in a global pandemic?

 I've been mulling over David Lamotte's "what's mine to do?" whilst feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the great need right now - in my close circle, my community, nation and world. So many folk are struggling: I've cried at the news this week of a migrant family dying trying to cross the channel, I've despaired that there is so much global and national poverty, and my social media seems to be full of polarised people as to what should be happening to tackle covid19 amidst so much loss (of life, health, work and hope).

I've been pulled in to conversations about how countries compare in the approaches, and I finally remember that actually I don't want to be right, I want to be kind. The truth is I don't know what the right way forward is in terms of lockdown  - but I don't need to know. I'm not running a country. Its not mine to do. So whether I think a leader is doing it better or worse than elsewhere, I don't need to put my energy into defending or disputing it because I can't change it. (Which is not to deny the value of contacting our politicians, voting , or even revolution - these all have their place).

So what is mine to do? I can choose to keep noticing where my encouragement is needed. Where I can show love. It's completely possible (if I keep working on my own feelings too) to show compassion to all those who need it right now. To those who are grieving their various losses, to those afraid of redundancy or the virus, to those struggling with the restrictions as well as those who feel not enough is being done. I don't have to pick "a side" but just love wherever that love is needed.

As well as my listening/ encouraging skills, I have other resources too I can keep looking out for ways to share. I don't currently have time to help out at the food bank but I have been able to set up a direct debit for example. Thinking intentionally about where I spend, and give, continues to be within my power. I'd be foolish to think I can change the whole world at once, but I can play my part in those small changes that ultimately do change the world.

It's always helpful to remember I don't have to do everything, just what's mine. Sending you much love in your discerning as to what's yours  - you don't have to do it all either. 

Thursday, 29 October 2020

Divine midwife

 I was in need of something uplifting, and so was especially delighted to read this excellent post which encourages us to consider if our theology might be rooted in patriarchal imagery. Instead of an interventionist God believed to take charge and rescue, called upon to take our pain away, what if God is present alongside us, guiding us to access our inner resources to manage that pain? She quotes Brene Brown "I hoped faith would be an epidural for pain. Turns out to be a midwife who says 'Push. I'm here. Sometimes it hurts.' Dammit."

https://www.facebook.com/673255819772915/posts/1063791314052695/

Sunday, 25 October 2020

On love and marriage and records

Last year I got to hear an illuminating presentation on the history of marriage. Many people talk of the current incarnation of marriage as if it’s a God-given institution enshrined in the Bible without realising that men in the Bible had many wives. As I understand it, the modern day concept of marriage is born out of a patriarchal requirement to record rights of ownership and linked to taxation and only in more recent times had anything to do with love.  

My partner is delving into lots of historical records at the moment and I’m dismayed at what we have thought worthy of recording and what is not. Whilst I concede that the date and location of our births and deaths potentially reveals something about us, I’m not convinced that if or who we marry should have any more significance than other facts about us. In our society we privilege romantic relationships over others when science shows that it is our connections that matter and that friendship and attachment to caregivers are crucial - a married relationship may or may not be one of those connections but why would it be viewed in isolation? We never know the full impact of any relationship we’re not in ourselves, but like any relationship between two people a marriage might be liberating and help us be our best selves, or it might be limiting or abusive. We are called to love one another, not to just love one. If people are looking for Biblical guidance, we’re told the greatest commandment is to love God with all our heart and to love our neighbour as ourselves - so that’s loving God, neighbours and ourselves. Being in a marriage maybe enable us to do those three things more fully, or it may not, but to my mind the key thing is the love.

It brings to mind again the song ‘seasons of love’ which asks: 

“How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now, to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends...
Remember the love
(Share love, give love, spread love)”
I’ve never watched Rent, the musical it’s from, I’ll try and remedy that. 

Fortunately I think the way people in the future will research our lives won’t be limited to just official records. Our prolific use of technology will mean anyone interested will hopefully be able to see what, and maybe who, mattered to us. It is our actions that reveal our love, not who we were born to, not if we married, and not how long we lived. The records that matter are stored in our hearts, and those of our neighbours and God. Unlike machines, those records can’t be accessed but to me at least they are the most important. As Beth Nielsen Chapman sings, 
"All that matters when we're gone 
All that mattered all along 
All we have that carries on - is how we love"

Friday, 16 October 2020

Why church?

These strange times give an opportunity to reflect on what’s important, why we do what we do, and to figure new ways of being and doing when old ways are not possible. 

And so I’ve been musing on what it is about church that has it so significant in my life. For me it’s never been about a building. I don’t believe God is any more in one place or one human than another. And so I get to worship and pray and give thanks 24/7, just as easily when I’m lying in bed or picking up one of the amazing leaves currently being shed. There’s lots of material online and in my house to inspire me to think deeper about God and my response, so I don’t feel I have to go somewhere for input, tho it’s a helpful discipline to have a regular place/time to engage or otherwise like my yoga, I could just not get round to it.
There’s something good about doing all that in community tho and in particular one reason I go to a service is to sing collectively. That’s not possible in a Methodist church building at the moment, but it’s still enjoyable to put harmonies to hymns in online worship even tho I can’t hear the voices of everyone else attending. 
The key aspect is that it’s in community. An embodied Body of Christ, that usually literally stands alongside, sings together, hugs. Whilst we’re not for now able to mingle with one another before, during or after a service, I’m not getting chance to listen to how others are, show my love, and indeed share how things are for me and be shown love. I know community is not just about my needs tho, so I have offered to help out if help is needed rather than just say it’s not for me. However I still need to figure ways of staying in community with folk from church whilst the mingling is not allowed. I’ve had contact with those in my contacts... but there’s plenty of folk I don’t have a number for. 

I’ve managed to find new ways of staying connected with my other communities. Book group, choir, the volunteers I supervise, a white people challenging our racism group- we moved online. And yet I’ve not fully found a way to be church when I’m not going to the building. I think whenever we’re joining God in Gods work we’re being church so in some ways things haven’t changed tho it feels a bit more solitary right now. I’ve found new ways to show love and support (that rely heavily on Royal Mail - hurrah for post!). I’m not keen on the gendered nature of the word fellowship, but I’m curious to notice the places I’ve felt this given that I’ve not been in a local church group for many months now. Being out with others in my town in a community litter pick was the nearest - united in a common act of service. 
So what does this mean? I’m passionate in my belief that the church is not something external to me - we are the church - so if I feel something should be different then I need to be that difference. And I constantly have to remind myself that we’re all doing the best we can, that adapting to a global pandemic takes energy and we can’t do everything. Maybe it’s enough to notice for now. Tho I am aware I can’t be the only one wrestling with how to stay connected in these tricky circumstances.
This pondering has prompted me to take action, so hopefully that's a good thing!

Thursday, 1 October 2020

The great outdoors

 Like lots of people I'm weary now. I've read useful articles on the 6th month wall, and on surge capacity. I'm also trying to be gentle with myself as I grieve losses and adjust to life without my daughter here, figuring new ways of showing my love. 

My partner shared some wisdom that's really resonated. That human beings are not meant to be indoors all the time, but to seek occasional shelter to sleep for example. This makes so much sense to me. I love life when camping, the vast amount of fresh air. Yet most of my existence is currently cooped up. So these last few days I've made more of a determined effort to get out and I feel much better for it. I'm aware this is going to get increasingly harder so I'm going to have to prioritize it. Breakfast on the backdoor step. A walk regardless of the weather. Days off meaning days out. We discovered a beautiful weir on Sunday and a shout out on Facebook has generated a whole list of as yet unvisited Lancashire delights.