Recently I was staying in London and a friend told me about the ‘Gaia Exhibition’ in Southwark Cathedral, a focus for thought & prayer for the care of our planet. It’s a travelling exhibition that’s been in other cathedrals, and the entrance was free. I was ordained in the Cathedral many years ago so it’s a place that has significance for me.

The Bishops of the Church of England have been struggling with the question of who should be allowed to marry in its Churches.

The answer is simple. Jesus did not command his followers to all believe the same thing, and we’re never likely to do so. Christians disagree on a whole range of matters.  But Jesus did command his followers to love one another. The unity of the church should be based on mutual love, not on some notion of a non-existent doctrinal purity.

So the answer is for the Church of England to allow the marriage of all in its churches, but not to make it obligatory for individual clergy & congregations, rather allowing them to make their own decisions as to what they deem appropriate.  As the saying goes “ All may, some should, none must.” 

Not all will respond in the same way, but the church would expect all to exercise Jesus’ love for one another & to respect a variety of views. 

This seems both consistent with Jesus’ teaching, and a message & example that the world desperately needs.

I met for coffee and cake with my friend Hugh Valentine, in a café in Soho, during the summer, and we found ourselves talking about the idea of ‘feral’ which is something that intrigues us both. Almost before we knew it we had decided to set up a website to explore feral spirituality. It’s now up and running at: http://feralspirituality.uk

Please visit it, as we’d welcome your thoughts, comments and possibly contributions. Do share it with anybody whom you feel might find it interesting or helpful.

I have never found the idea of Jesus’s death being a sacrifice a meaningful one.  Quite the contrary.  What sort of God needs to sacrifice his child in order to be at peace with what He has created?  That sounds barbaric to me.  I can understand why the first Jewish Christians understood Jesus death in those terms. They knew that His death, and more especially God’s raising Him from the dead, changed everything; they knew that it happened when lambs were being sacrificed in the Temple; they had been taught that God needed to be propitiated regularly for their sins, and that offering sacrifices was the means to do that. It must have been natural to them to think of Jesus’s death as the sacrifice that had changed everything.

This past Lent I sensed that my life was at a turning point, so I set myself the task of wondering what straws in the wind might give me a sense of the way forward that God was pointing me to. There were a number of ideas that had energy in them, some I’ve had for some time, others were new, but when I reflected on them afterwards they seemed to hold together as a whole. If these things are true what else do I need to know?  All that remains is to grow in my trust of them.

It started with the gift of some whittling knives, that I used to strip the bark from sticks, revealing something beautiful, which in turn connected me with ancestors who’d worked with wood, one 40,000 years ago. I made a holding cross for myself, and then many holding crosses that I gave away, before being led to create a prayer stick also for myself. It’s been an adventure of exploration, and maybe it still has ways to go?

One of my daughters gave me some whittling knives as a Christmas present. I was not sure what to do with them. People usually make carved wooden spoons, and even little wooden figures, but I was sure that that would be beyond my skill. I had been looking for a long time for some simple creative hobby that would involve using my hands, and that might have a contemplative dimension to it. I have tried several possibilities but nothing felt right. Maybe wood carving could be the answer? I didn’t know how but thought I’d explore the idea and see where it led.

I was recently in conversation with a friend and we were both feeling depressed and angry over Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Then I remembered a poem by a Russian poet, Anna Akhmatova, entitled ‘Everything’ and I read it to him. It moved us both deeply. Here it is: 

I quoted Clemency Burton-Hill from her excellent book ‘Another Year of Wonder’ in a recent post entitled ‘Year of Wonder’ [the title of her previous book]. In it I quoted some lovely words of hers for the beginning of the year. Both her books offer a piece of classical music, together with a short introduction, for every day of the year. For me they’ve become treasured spiritual resources. So much so that I have to quote her again. Recently she introduced a piece of music in the following way:

We are each called to incarnate some aspect[s] of God in our life, that is our calling, our vocation. It will be what brings us fully alive as a son or daughter of God.  Moreover whatever we incarnate of God, being ‘of God’, will be eternal.  It will be at least part of what of us exists beyond death.

Often we will be able to identify the moment when we recognised this vocation, knew what it is that we’re called to incarnate. Jesus had one such a moment at, or just after, His baptism by John in the river Jordan.