Metrical hymn on Jeremiah 2

Jeremiah 2:1, 5-13. Common Meter.

1The word of God appeared to me,
Rememb’ring Israel’s youth:
How, in the desert, faithfully
We followed Him in truth.

5″Your fathers, finding wrong in Me,
Abandoned all my word;
They were delusion’s followers:
Delusion was their lord.

6Your ancestors did not seek God
Who from th’Egyptian saved,
7And in the land of plenty, they
Defiled My heritage.

8The priests and rulers did not ask
‘Where is the holy LORD?’
The prophets prophesied of Baal
And all forsook the Law.

9Therefore I will accuse you still,”
Declares the LORD today,
“And with your children’s children, I
Will yet contend the same.

10To Kittim or to Kedar, go,
And try to find alike:
11Has any nation changed its gods
Without a God in sight?

My people have their glory changed
For that which brings no gain.
12O heavens, be appalled at this,
Be horrified and dazed.”

Fourth Sunday in Lent 2020

This is from a post I made in my church’s facebook group for the Sunday just gone (22nd). I’ll do this every Sunday for at least as long as we’re on lockdown.

Looking at the lectionary for the Sunday just gone it’s amazing how relevant some of the scriptures are to our current situation.

Psalm 31:11 “I am… a horror to my neighbours, on object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.” Isn’t this how everything feels? I get nervous whenever I see too many people in a shop. Whenever I go for a solitary walk I keep my distance from other walkers, crossing the street to avoid them if I need to. Me and my housemates text each other to see who’s in the kitchen so not too many of us are in there at once. And of course, we can’t go to church in the way we’re used to. This sort of thing doesn’t come naturally to me or probably to many of us, but we have to do our part. If we need encouragement we only need to look forward to when we can once again say with Psalm 122:1-2: “I was glad when they said to me, Let us go to the house of the LORD!’ Our feet are standing within your gates, O Jerusalem.”

John 9:1-4: “As he walked along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, ‘Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered, ‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him. We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work.’”

One of the impacts of the virus outbreak has been an increase in acts of racial hatred towards Chinese people, or people perceived as being Chinese. This has been reported in many parts of the world, including many majority-Christian nations. It takes different forms: verbal abuse, assault, exclusion from services, and bullying online. Most likely there is a lot more to come. It stems from a need to have someone to blame. I’ve heard a lot of talk that the pandemic can be explained by unusual meats eaten in China, or apparent poor hygiene practices there. This is a very easy, comfortable explanation for someone with a pre-existing racism.

We find a similar attitude from the disciples here in John 9, who echo a common idea about disability from this time, that it must be the result of sin. They just want to know who is to blame; Jesus says that neither the man nor his parents are to blame: something entirely different is going on. Obviously, we shouldn’t pretend to have knowledge of what God is up to, so I don’t think we should say that the virus has been placed on earth by God so that his “works might be revealed.” But in such difficult circumstances, we do have an opportunity to show the works and the love of God. I’m grateful that we are staying in touch, having virtual church services, and creatively working out we can continue in good works.

Jesus gives the blind man sight, but as with many of the stories about Jesus, the miracle is not the only remarkable thing. These stories tend to be a vehicle for a lesson. When Jesus says “We must work the works of him who sent me” he is getting at something important about the gospel: that the power of God’s love, and the change to the heart that the gospel brings, are most visible in the world when God’s people are putting it into practice. We have never been commanded to sit around and wait for God to act or for Jesus to return.

The Apostle Paul also understood this, as we see in the readings for the letter to the Ephesians. In 2:9: “We are what he has made us, created in Christ Jesus for good works” and 5:8-9: “Once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light–for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true.” (He expresses it best in his letter to Philemon: “My prayer is this: that the partnership which goes with your faith may have its powerful effect, in realising every good thing that is at work in us to lead us into the king.”)

1 Samuel 16:7 ”The LORD said to Samuel, ‘Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for the LORD does not see as mortals see; they look on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart.’”

Medical teams in mainland China, and all those who assist them, have done incredibly well to assist 71,000 people in recovering. By contrast, Italy has found itself unprepared and under-resourced, and there is a sense that the situation is out of control. As in other places, Chinese people in Italy have been assaulted, threatened, and had their businesses vandalised. And yet, some of the doctors who had worked so tirelessly in China have shown incredible bravery: they have travelled to Italy, risking their own lives again that they might save even more lives. In 1 Samuel 16, David was the last person that Samuel and the elders wanted as their king. But because God could look upon the hearts of the candidates, David was chosen. And God sees the kindness in the hearts of these doctors from China, just as he sees the kindness in the hearts of all the NHS workers fighting for our lives here. It’s hard to imagine how pleased God must be with them.

Nobody knows when we’ll be over the worst of this pandemic, but every trial has the possibility to turn us into kinder, more patient people. So I’ll end with these two verses from ‘How Firm a Foundation’, which are based on Isaiah 43:2:

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o’erflow,
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply.
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.“

My experience at Free Community Church, Singapore

Free Community Church is Singapore’s only affirming church. This means that they openly support transgender, lesbian, gay, and bisexual people, and celebrate same-sex relationships. This extends to the ministry: pastors Miak and Pauline are both gay. Last month I went on vacation to Singapore to see my partner, and joined FCC for their Sunday service on March 10th (1st Sunday of Lent, if you prefer).

They might not be as vibrant and full of life as the temples of Hinduism, Buddhism, or traditional Chinese religion, but whether you’re walking around or viewing the city through the windows of the MRT, the variety of churches is an impossible to ignore feature of the landscape of Singapore. Some are ornate, some plain, others just plain imposing. But they all seem to be tall, proud, and desperate to be noticed.

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Slavery in Melvyn Bragg’s ‘The Book of Books’

The Book of Books (Hodder & Stoughton, 2011) tells the story and the immense impact of the King James Bible’s first 400 years. Melvyn Bragg, who has more recently written an excellent introduction to William Tyndale, breaks down every misconception and oversimplification under the sun, and finds the King James’s fingerprints in the most unexpected corners of our culture. It’s hard to think of a point of view that won’t be challenged or surprised by this book.

However, there are enough wholly positive reviews of it, so I’d rather focus on the part I thought was offensive nonsense.

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The ‘Heaven or Hell’ Man

“My friend!
When you die, where do you expect to go?
Heaven or Hell?”
was always his opening gambit.

The Heaven or Hell Man cycled to the city every day–
three miles each way–
and standing in the same spot,
locked the public in, or tried to,
by asking how they planned to rot
and whether they’d been lied to.

I shit you not, his name was Odin.
“Nothing weird like what you’re thinking,” he said.
“It just means ‘Friend of God’.”
Thank God it’s nothing weird, I thought.

Norwegian, retired, clinically depressed,
born-again (still clinically depressed),
with a rattish face, aged by the race against time.
“Any one of these people could die any second!
My witness could affect where they spend eternity.”
The logical conclusion of exclusivist religion
would weigh on anyone’s mind.

Odin had a peculiar way of gripping people.
In my case, by the shoulders.
He stopped me an awful lot
but never remembered the previous times.
I suppose I have a kind face
or gullibility in my eyes.

Trying to call me to repentance
was never a sustained effort.
I think he came to the streets for an audience
because his church friends
found him too intense.
Instead he rambled, as though I was on his side,
about the many weaknesses in Christendom today.

How the churches here either emphasise Word or Spirit,
but never the unity of the two
(unlike those excellent American ministers
who you see on GodTV).
How more Christians should be out here evangelizing!
How even atheists show more charity than we.

But he never looked more dejected, more useless
than when joined by another evangelist.
He was handsomer, younger, armed with picket signs.
One said Jesus Loves You–friendly enough–
and on the other side,
the word PORN
crossed out with a thick red line.

The young man’s other sign read, ‘Real men
love Jesus and hate sin.’
Well I don’t want to sin and I love Jesus
but I shudder at the thought
of being a “real man.”
Maybe Odin felt the same.

My intention is not to tell you that this man wasn’t a dickhead.
One day the Hare Krishnas were about, Hare Krishna-ing around.
He shouted, MY FRIENDS!
YOU CAN BELIEVE ANY FALSE RELIGION YOU LIKE!
IT WON’T HELP YOU!
How refreshing!, I thought,
A heartfelt evangelical expression
of religious liberty.

Then who should emerge out of that chaos?
In a navy medallioned silk scarf and rust v-neck jumper?
Professor Stephen Hawking. The Professor Stephen Hawking.
“God created the universe, professor,” he spat.
“You have to answer him soon!”

What a cunt. Still,
seems like he knew that the Prof
could only type one word per minute,
so courteously gave him a statement, not a question.
Both his carers smiled sarcastically.
They get this a lot, I bet.

Over time, he heard my changing reasons
for why I’m bound for the unquenchable flame.
Marxist.
Mormon.
Homosexual.
But if Odin could see where I meet for worship now
he’d be more than happy for me to be
a Gay Marxist Mormon again.

And over time, I noticed a change in his attire.
At first he wore flannel shirts. Then worse flannel shirts.
Then t-shirts, then the same light grey t-shirt every day,
increasingly stained.
But always caped in a hi-viz vest.

Last time I saw Odin, he had no shirt on at all.
With a neutral expression with his arm in a bin
he fished around for a half-eaten chicken-wrap
or some other morsel.

Had he taken a vow of poverty
or fallen on hard times?
It couldn’t stop him preaching:
he was still in signature fluorescent green,
his bike tied up on a lamppost nearby.

Most likely he forgot to bring a snack that day
and, afraid to leave his post,
stayed and ate what God had gave.
How could he walk away?
God might be mighty to save, but,
the work of salvation rests solely
on the sloping shoulders of Odin,
the Heaven or Hell Man.

You’ll notice I’m only guessing here.
Well, I had a bus to catch,
so I did nothing, in my hour of decision.

I pray sometimes that Odin’s alright,
certain that he’s not.
He’s dead I’d guess, or if alive,
in prison. Or ‘someplace’:
reluctantly pleading insanity,
having defaced a Catholic grave.

The religion shit was just a cover.
There’s something baser, I feel, in his devotion,
his desperation to win souls.

Everyone’s got their pet theory or obsession,
but nobody seems to care or listen
when you don’t know how to market yourself.

It’s rarely about the theory.
Strip all that away and all he wanted
was to be loved and heard,
which everyone deserves,
even the Heaven or Hell Man.

3/2/19.

On Sleep and its Dubious Moral Character

where I am, it’s snowing
and set to carry on all night
where you are,
the sun’s three hours from rising
and asleep, unsensing, unknowing, yet
already in the heat of noon
there you are

when in bed together
nature throws a great dilemma:
should I sleep?
I’m not fearing Gehenna
just whether the morality of rest
will permit me to so do it:
can I sleep?

let’s make a for/against.
dreaming in unison, our dreams
don’t improve
yours will still torment you, but
when you jolt awake, afraid of nothing
I’m there straightaway to save you
and to soothe

what grieves me most is time
close but not conscious: no different
from separate
wasting precious waning hours
on basest biological desires
we really should be putting in
more effort

***

but from that dark place
that temporary Sheol
it takes me half a second to recall
before I realise
how much I have to lose
then there you are to save me
and to soothe

29/1/19. For Shu Ning.

universal truth III: covenant

that offends me,
the idea of there being no absolute truth

look at the love, the tie between us
tell me we’re not bound in heaven
to be unbreakable on earth
nothing else adds up

tell me that bond was not formed
before our souls were thus encased
before creation took its shape
to never be torn, or wither

“bound for freedom”: that’s the mystery
or contradiction?
of a God who’s in control

but I can feel secure
in the fragility of the opposite
if time has no fixed path
and our survival rests on our shoulders
I’d feel no less sure: we will last

27/1/19. Enough on this topic now, I think.

Part 1, Part 2

universal truth II: dualism

just as I must suspend
my belief in ultimate truth
to guard my heart against pride
you might wish to pretend
that we’re never fully apart

call it a soul or whatever you will
— the name bears no relevance —
call it heaven-sent or part of the world
— it’s not real so choose what you want —
but believe or at least seriously imagine:
a force immaterial or object profane
which exists in reality, soothing our pain
and keeps us unified

a part of me with you
until the whole of me is on you again
imagine hard enough, and that force
will be at least as real as a border
those wretched, loathsome lines in the sand

22/1/19. Part 1Part 3