Sunday, 6 February 2011

Service on Sunday

The service given today can now be viewed in full as a .PDF file. All parts are written by me unless otherwise stated. For reasons of black ink conservation it was printed out in more colour than usual and the hymns were chopped out of the main copy (forcing me to use a hymn book). However, they have been uploaded into the hymns section (that themselves need updating) on my website (under Spiritual - Hymns) and they are shown here on this blog. I do, of course, have a tendency to ad-lib.

The theological element, then, is the law of increasing entropy and what it means for attachment. One should embrace the Buddhist view of accepting transience. The device is a sermon in which I do what is impossible by increasing entropy (second law of thermodynamics) which is to go backwards in time surveying my life. The sermon is in part a response to Rev. Bill Darlison's recommendations at the Yorkshire Unitarian Union gathering.

Update: A good service, yes, and enjoyed (including Suzi!), but because I didn't have my hymns printed out I skipped one. Fortunately the music man coped very well, and the result is he will be doing the music for some services when I am present and could do it. In our church everyone gets stuck in. Bill Darlison's and R. W. Emerson's view is quite correct; the sermon is not one people can (easily) disagree with, because it is about life-experience, and rather draws empathy instead.

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Physics: What if Lesley Went to the Toilet?

This is my theory regarding the establishing of a parallel universe.

First of all, it combines the conscious, subjective and objective: rather like a rainbow exists but every person sees a different one (the sunlight refracting in raindrops coming into one set of eyes).

A parallel universe is formed when an event involves a fork in the road, so to speak; it can form because we know that a photon particle can, unobserved at that point, split and go through both slits and thus two splits form three lines of arrival on a wall, not two. Observe the slit area and only two lines will form. So observation is critical. Furthermore we also have Schrodinger's cat that is in a sense both alive and dead until the lid comes off. We might say that at the random point of death the creature in another universe is still alive.

Now I posit it is not enough to have a simple event change to form a parallel universe. Suppose a certain Rev. Lesley Fellows chooses to go to the toilet and as a result the local village tramp doesn't get his bun and cup of tea at the door. You might say that in a parallel universe she waited before going, he got his bun and cup of tea and events are different. Suppose, however, that the tramp then knocks at the Methodist manse, gets his tea and a bun, and ends up roughly in the same place at the same time inconsequentially. Not affecting the times of the weekly shop, the potentially split universes have come back together.

On the other hand, back in 1989 a parallel universe formed where my Principal preached caution to me and I subsequently became a Unitarian minister, the result of which followed in a difference to a congregation or two and changes due to my eagerness for publicity.

So here is another point then, that a parallel universe is necessarily a divergent universe. Now, supposing it forms at the 11th dimension (we know four) and initially it is but as little as a sixteenth of an inch away, but eventually it moves yards, even miles away. There are a number of universes that formed where a combination of decisions made meant that the Battle of Britain was lost and the Nazis invaded. There have since been millions of parallel universes come from those.

Incidentally you can go back in time but not backwards in time (increasing entropy law forbids that). If you go back in time and kill your own grandmother, you most certainly have formed a parallel and subsequently a diverging universe.

But I also want to introduce the notion of a consolidation universe. This is where a parallel universe did form a long time ago but environmental forces (of all kinds of environments) produce similarities.

Some people say that given the billions of inhabitable planets across the universe, some planets will have people and situations just like us and doing roughly what we do. Yes, but that is in this universe.

In a consolidation universe characters appear with different names doing similar things, making a still recognisable world, although obviously divergent in several respects. It is already a divergent universe by its nature.

I'm talking about the history of this life, our experiences and consequences. Then it is on this basis that, perhaps due to a significant fork in the road in say 1922 that we end up with characters like Lesley Bloke and Adam Tilgate, Rachel Marsovenus and Jade Stowaway, and Harry Tickpaper, and even Radio Chadderbox itself around the River Humber. I'm just mentioning this as an explanation ahead of the next and probable final outing (in some days I suspect, unless I go mad) of Radio Chadderbox on this blog.

In Kilvert's Diary

Faithfully recorded in Kilvert's Diary, a Mr. Venables told Reverend Kilvert this week that the Dublin Pirates represent the bed shop of Anglicanism.

"They taken over thee minority of Anglicanism," said the ice creams seller, in a thick English accent, unusual for Wales and selling the Southern Cone, as they stood in Bedland, 'The Nuttiest Place in Wales to Buy Your Bed'.

"See this is a double bed, and this am a couple o' single beds," he pointed out, "an' yer Anglicans now is in a couple o' single beds with lats a' memory foam."

In other words Mr. Venables was alluding to the issues imprinted on the beds, where on to one single bed jumped those who stayed some nights in Dublin, and then there is another single bed on to which crammed Anglicans from Uganda, Rwanda, West Africa, Nigeria, Tanzania, Kenya, and the Southern Cone.

"Nah, in the pas'," he said, "We bought the single beds when we didden agree like, and just 'ad 'em; buh then we pu' a little table in between." He went on that then a wardrobe was put in between the two beds, soon a dressing table as well, and: "the fac' is that soon these beds could be in differen' rooms. Lots a memory foam like, but differen' rooms."

Here's a dilemma, as he pointed out: one single bed had on it two thirds of the representatives at this level of Anglicans, but the other single bed had representatives of two thirds of Anglicans.

"Tha's a lodda Anglicans for a lidl bed," said the ice cream seller, as he realised where he needed to be to do his shopping.

"An', frankly," he said, "If we move aht into separate rooms, it'll because Dublin made it all worse, like in Egypt, in de Nile, an' ass kept the lack of truss which every day gets worse like my backache from selling them ice creams every day."

Asked about his backache, Mr. Venables told Rev. Kilvert that he was trying to relax more. "Ah been doin' more reading, like ah been reading Animal Farm, where in the new regime some Pirates are more equal than others."

"Ah suppose if ah were to be on the new Swashbuckling Committee, I'd get more back ache - but we 'aff arr own Swashbucklers Council and we knows perfectly well how to issues instructions," he said, asking, "Nah will you wants a Ninety-nine, a Thirty-nine arra bunch ah fives?"

At this point the in-store radio started playing a song by Jefferson Starship, causing Mr. Venables to rush outside back to his ice cream van. Rev. Kilvert heard lyrics to the extent of:

Wonderful meetings
Filled with grace,
Challenging talk
At a leisurely pace.

It was all one table
With empty chairs;
Do come back though,
As everyone cares.

If you are Anglican,
You should come back again;
If you have a Church,
Don't leave your people in the lurch:
Get some bread and spread some butter -
Come next time and have a natter.

But no sweat,
Stay leisurely as has been;
No need to rush,
As we meet next Twenty Thirteen.

Rev. Kilvert found the music not to his taste and left Bedland showroom still thinking whether he ought to buy himself a new bed without the expense of memory foam. Mr. Venables had driven off already.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Smelling the Coffee

Let's join in with Rachel Marszalek's ongoing college-sourced debate, with my own take on things.

Pluralism, it seems to me, is largely misunderstood. John Hick is taken as an example of a pluralist, but whilst he accepts the plurality of religious he joins them all up as pointers to:

...such terms as the Ultimate, Ultimate Reality, Absolute Reality, the Real, the Transcendent, , the Divine, the Holy, the Eternal, the Infinite - with or without capitals. (Hick, J., 2004, The Fifth Dimension: An Exploration of the Spiritual Realm, Oxford: Oneworld, 9)

For him the Real is favoured as being "closest to the Sanskrit sat and the Arabic al-Haqq" (Hick, 2004, 9), whilst accepting that language is inadequate. Human consciousness led to forms such as the Trinity, Adonai, Allah rahman rahim, Vishnu and Shiva, and Dharma or Nirvana (Hindu, Taoist and Buddhist) (2004, 10).

It is plural and it is a form of theological unitarianism (the highest is the ineffable real, the transcendent) under which everything set out is but a human construction.

A Hindu might well agree with Hick, pointing to Brahman, but a Christian trinitarian would not, nor a Muslim (for whom Allah has 99 names but Allah is quite sufficient, thank you), nor a Buddhist for whom there is no equivalent Real transcendent.

This is why I am a pluralist, because whatever you do construct, or inhabit, is its own world of created existence. It is equivalent to the social anthropologist who accepts that one culture cannot be described in terms of another culture. Thus reporting back is inevitably an essay in one's own culture, and you'd better just read the essay as a report of an attempt to absorb and an attempt to translate, but inevitably the culture forms its own entity.

The alternative to that is to be a structuralist, and point out where structures of cultures repeat themselves and thus structure (ultimately binary) is objective. But is structure the be all and end all of existence? Not really, given the depth of thought - and poststructuralism is its active critic.

The old meaning of universalist is the person who's accepted that God would save everyone. Hick's own writing is in terms of salvation; the newer meaning of universalist is someone who brings the faiths together as each being a side of one mountain. They are all thus of the same thing, ultimately, and that is climbing the mountain upwards (and being saved at the top).

But the theological real is unitarian, small u, and the salvation business is the universalist.

Unitarian, large U, is a denomination that accepts that people will evolve their own beliefs and that beliefs evolve. Thus it is creedless and it brings individuals of difference together. Unitarianism did once have a theological unitarian period, of liberal biblical Christians, but that period was superseded by romantics of biblical criticism for whom the Bible was not the key source of faith but the individual. That is the later Free Christian tradition, and the one that tips over into Religious Humanism and interfaith - indeed, individual subjectivity.

The debates generated by the likes of D'Costa and Newbigin are Christian trinitarians asking how much other people are saved beyond themselves (should they be so lucky). But those of us outside their net are not going to be rated on their terms. D'Costa is as bad as the rest of them, like Newbigin, and is only talking to his own audience.

Now John Hick claims to be Christian, but he is Christian on a subjective basis (and he is not a postmodernist: he retains objective and subjective - the objective is ultimately the Real). So that is fine in so far as he is not judging others by particular criteria. Unfortunately he is still having other faiths function according to superior criteria than they themselves provide.

As a pluralist I say that my package is but its own entity, and I know that my use of Buddhism is not the same as Buddhists using it, nor Christianity nor humanism, but I have plenty to talk about with followers of these three and other users of these three. For example, there are Unitarians who box these up together, and there are esoteric Liberal Christians (once of the Theosophical tradition) who come close in their use of Buddhism and Christianity). But it is just a series of dialogues because, as with Unitarianism, I value difference together. We are social beings after all.

For reasons of historiography and how postmodernism emphasises text I cannot be any sort of Christian exclusivist or inclusivist, and indeed do not believe in a doctrinal Jesus Christ at all. He is a first century, mistaken, last days rabbi for whom we have little historical data, and I am not prepared to turn him into a cosmic Christ. There is no cult of the individual that I find attractive, and even most Buddhists didn't turn Buddha into a figure to be deified (a statue of the Buddha in a worship room should be treated as if Buddha is present on the basis that this makes the meditation more serious - a huge as if being involved). I think there are possibilities of transcendence, and that is a much broader matter. On this I overlap with Hick, but I remain closer to Don Cupitt because religious language is closest to the artistic about which one might think one knows about high art but all stacking up is going to be without foundation in Western realist terms. The other basis is to just get on with doing the spirituality, which isn't Western realism at all, but it might be Eastern realised realism...

Thursday, 3 February 2011

Hymns for Sunday

The hymns chosen for Sunday read like this. All of them are from Sing Your Faith (2009), London: The Lindsey Press. The First hymn is number 42 by Jason Shelton and Mary Katherine Morn with the music of 'From the Light of Days Remembered' by Jason Shelton as helped by a choir.

From the Light of days remembered
Burns a beacon bright and clear,
Guiding hands and hearts and spirits
Into faith set free from fear.

When the fire of commitment sets our mind and soul ablaze
When our hunger and our passion meet to call us on our way;
When we live with deep assurance of the flame that burns within,
Then our promise finds fulfilment and our future can begin.

From the stories of our living
Rings a song both brave and free,
Calling pilgrims still to witness
To the life of liberty.

When the fire of commitment...

From the dreams of youthful vision
Comes a new prophetic voice,
Which demands a deeper justice
Built by our courageous choice.

When the fire of commitment...

The next hymn is number 21 in Sing Your Faith, again with the support of a choir, written by Shirley Erena Murray with a Lewis Folk Melody.

Come and find the quiet centre
In the crowded life we lead,
Find the room for hope to enter,
Find the space where we are freed:
Clear the chaos and the clutter,
Clear our eyes, that we can see
All the things that really matter,
Be at peace and simply be.

Silence is a friend who claims us,
Cools the heat and slows the pace;
God it is who speaks and names us,
Knows our being, touches base,
Making space within our thinking,
Lifting shades to show the sun,
Raising courage when we're shrinking,
Finding scope for faith begun.

In the Spirit let us travel,
Open to each other's pain;
Let our lives and fears unravel,
Celebrate the space we gain:
There's a place for deepest dreaming,
There's a time for heart to care;
In the Spirit's lively scheming
There is always room to spare.

Update: due to time checking this hymn has been removed. Like a previous hymn, the author of the words of the next hymn number 73 was also involved in the tune. Karen MacKay took part in both, although Jerome Kyles arranged the tune. Again it is choir assisted and is called 'If Every Woman in the World'.

If ev'ry woman in the world had her mind set on freedom,
If eve'ry woman in the world dreamed a sweet dream of peace,
If ev'ry woman of ev'ry nation' young and old,
Each generation held her hands out -
In the name of love there would be no more war.

If ev'ry man in the world had his mind set on freedom,
If eve'ry brother stood with brother as a witness for peace,
If ev'ry man of ev'ry nation' young and old,
Each generation held her hands out -
In the name of love there would be no more war.

If ev'ry leader in the world shared a vision of freedom,
If eve'ry leader in the world shared a sweet dream of peace,
If ev'ry leader of ev'ry nation' worked for justice
And liberation holding hands out -
In the name of love there would be no more war.

If ev'ry nation in the world set a true course for freedom,
If eve'ry nation raised its children in a culture of peace,
If all our sons and all our daughters reached in friendship
Across the waters refusing
To be enemies there would be no more war.


So it is hymn number 28 'Dear Weaver of our Lives' Design', written by Nancy Dorian and music by Nikolaus Herman arranged by J. S. Bach. I transcribed it with a music score writing and instrument impersonating software.

Dear weaver of our lives' design
Whose patterns all obey,
With skillful fingers gently guide
The sturdy threads that will survive
The tangle of our days.

Take up the fabric of our lives
With hands that gently hold;
Bind in the ragged edge that care
Would sunder and that pain would tear,
And mend our rav'ling souls.

Let eyes that in the plainest cloth
A hidden beauty see;
Discern in us our richest hues,
Show us the patterns we may use
To set our spirits free.

The final hymn is number 96 and is choir assisted again, called Lord of Our Growing Years to the well known tune of Little Cornard by Martine Fallas Shaw with these words by David Mowbray.

Lord of our growing years,
With us from infancy,
Laughter and quick dried tears,
Freshness and energy:
Your grace surrounds us all our days,
For all your gifts we bring our praise.

Lord of the strongest years,
Stretching our youthful powers,
Lovers and pioneers
When all the world seems ours;
Your grace surrounds us all our days,
For all your gifts we bring our praise.

Lord of our middle years,
Giver of steadfastness,
Courage that perseveres
When there is small success:
Your grace surrounds us all our days,
For all your gifts we bring our praise.

Lord of our older years,
Steep though the road may be,
Rid us of foolish fears,
Bring us serenity;
Your grace surrounds us all our days,
For all your gifts we bring our praise.

Lord of our closing years,
Always your promise stands;
Hold us, when death appears,
Safely within your hands.
Your grace surrounds us all our days,
For all your gifts we bring our praise.

Some of these hymns are more humanistic, some more theistic, but even the theistic ones use God language with an analogical meaning. Their choice is determined by the theme.

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

What's the Recipe?

I wrote a sermon rapidly on Sunday, in one go and since then I've edited it only briefly and won't change it further. I can say easily that it is unlike any sermon you'll hear in a usual church and I doubt if any sermon like it is given in a Unitarian church either. But if follows Bill Darlison's recent advice after Ralph Waldo Emerson of "life passed through the fires of thought".

If I keep all the hymns selected, there'll be five. Four have instant choirs - they are from CDs with a Unitarian choir singing. The other I wrote across myself, and can show that otherwise one available tune is too high, and another has the wrong meter (or you'd have to know where to put the words in order to use it). That'd be a nice diversion from the service as well as using the hymn with the right words. I used an old hymn for words after the chalice lighting, and old hymns can be liturgical too.

I should choose a meditation piece, but I've always fancied playing the punk version of Jerusalem too by Suzi Pinns. As I usually do the music, there ought to be some, and this is my choice. If we have the 'Lord's Prayer' at all, then I fancy Rick Wakeman's from the original The Gospels. Just listen.

I wanted, though it is proving difficult, to use the book our Muslim attender bought me - some words by Ali (the founder of Shia Islam). She's now left Hull for Iran or Dubai if she takes up that job, but it adds a human touch. Maybe that'll do as enough reading. Not sure, but I might pick some short scientific piece as well: the thought element related to my sermon. There's enough on my shelves.

As well as that I'll do a pattern of prayers and meditations using sorry, must do better, thanks and what and who to think about. Ali advises: "When you lead a congregational prayer it should be neither too long to be tiresome nor too short that you may lose some parts of it."

That's how to plan a service. There's well enough there. Chuck the ingredients in a pot and stir.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

On the Buses

High executives of most of the Anglican bus companies spent some days in conference together discussing, "What does it mean to be high executives in Anglican bus companies?" In these past days, various presentations were made, and all were said to value the experience of coming together as Anglican bus companies' executives. The meetings ended with a press conference.

However, some high executives refused to attend because they won't accept the propriety, even where they exist, of allowing drivers and conductors on buses to be mixed crews, and some even won't accept women drivers. These issues continue into levels of management.

Relationships between some Anglican bus companies are rather frought, and there is a tendency to produce their own networks of co-operation. Some companies are now running services in the operating areas of other companies.

The bus company 'England National Express' produced guidelines years ago called, Issues in Bus Driving, and this stated that there will be, in time, women drivers at all levels, and not just mini buses, and that there can be mixed crews on buses so long as the bus conductor limits herself to tinkling her ding-a-ling. As for passengers, who regard all of this as an anachronism of long ago, well they can sit where they like and talk to whomever they want.

Other Anglican bus companies are different. Some have women drivers on even express long distance buses, and are dropping all restrictions on mixed crews, whereas some other companies, notably in Africa, still have conductors on buses who shout at the passengers to sit on seats as allocated. Women drivers may not even exist, never mind an absence of mixed crews.

Of course in many places a shortage of bus crew and expensive operations have led to single person buses, although management remains top heavy and continue the levels of discrimination. There is some talk of introducing driverless buses, operated by technology that prevents buses from bumping into other vehicles and lampposts and any passengers waiting to get on.

Passengers and those outside the service, such as car drivers, look upon the ways of the Anglican bus companies with some amusement. It is particular anachronistic given the numbers of cars with one or more passengers whose windows steam up at night with a gentle rocking motion.

As regards the recent meeting of high executives, no resolutions were passed, but they did decide to spend some time writing letters to various outside bodies, and included stamped addressed envelopes should any of them care to reply. Each letter begins, "Dear Sir or Madam, You may not know me but..."

At a final press conference some of the questions were about the attitudes of bus conductors to the passengers in some companies, and if this did no more than reflect the way that passengers behave towards each other at bus stops and elsewhere in operating areas.

The press conference said that of the high executives that either chose not to come or did not manage to attend, labels were still put on empty chairs and they were still considered. Some of these will be receiving one to one visits from Inspector Jonathan Blakey, the first among the first among equals of the executives. He was overheard saying under his breath regarding one persistent interviewer, Ruth Butler: "I 'ate you Butler."

He was keen to emphasise the difference between having a tendency to want mixed crews on buses and then actually having them and driver and conductor talking to each other. Apparently they can get together on a bus, one in the cab and one among passengers, but as stated mustn't communicate beyond the simple playing with the conductor's ding-a-ling. Driver and conductor must not only apparently behave properly with each other by passengers, but be seen to behave properly with each other and assumed to be so even if they are not.

Other Anglican bus companies regard the distinction over mixed crews as strange, either to ban such crews altogether and generate an atmosphere of total hostility, with the consequence of harassment of passengers and worse, or go to the opposite and recognise the natural tendency for mixed bus crews to converse with each other. The problem is that this issue of difference has overwhelmed the companies and, in particular, the work of Inspector Blakey who really only wants to say, "Get that bus out."

In England bus crews who are seen to behave properly on their bus routes but then do something else back at the station on the quiet often say that the Inspector keeps his beady eye on them. They seem to be treated so differently from the passengers, and yet their emotional needs are the same.

Stan Butler died recently in a home for old bus drivers and Jack Harper died some years ago after being suicidal for some time. As well as Inspector Blakey continuing in high office forever more, Anna Karenina is also a survivor from olden-times Anglican bus crew days and has appeared in the odd Russian novel.