Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Psalm 39 - A Meditation

Dumb, silent and still - A Meditation In Hospital: Psalm 39 Wednesday, 30 October 2019 8:41 AM 

"Creation is made subject to futility ... but not without hope". Romans 8.20 (Cf Jeremiah 29.11: "for you, a future full of hope"). 
Not much else is possible when confined to a hospital bed; one is an object for examination and interrogation, all for one's own good, of course. Outcomes are calibrated in mg., mls., bps ., to reveal the mysteries of life under pressure. Confronted by "the wicked man" (the world?), the Psalmist says he is "dumb, silent and still" because, angered by the prosperity of the godless (an injustice), it "stirred my grief". He knows, however, in God's sight possessions are as nothing, even a man's life "a mere breath" (elsewhere, the Psalmist declared "precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints" - Ps. 116) 
The curse of the devout can be the temptation to strive for perfection, to delve into the mysteries of the Creator's ways and judge others according to a faux standard; far better to be satisfied with what the mind can hold onto: 
"Ye, blessed be alwey a lewed man 
That noght but oonly his believe kan!" (Chaucer, "The Canterbury Tales") 
Conscious of life's brevity ("in your house a passing guest") and pondering the mysteries of the Creator's unfathomable ways, the Psalmist rests all his hope in the Lord, anticipating Jesus' words found in the Gospel: "Let not your heart be troubled ..." (John 14) To possess Christ ("the way, the truth and the life") is to have nothing of one's self, yet all of Christ. 
George Herbert (17th Century), who was guaranteed the impossibility of following by God's "strict decree", expressed poetically what it means to have 'nought': "To have nought is ours... but we belong to Christ, and all things are more ours by being his; what Adam had and forfeited for all, Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall." ("The Holdfast") 
If, in signs and wonders of old, God "guided your people like a flock" ("no one saw your footprints"), under a new and better way (Covenant) Christ leads us under the sign of the cross; "whom we see now through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known". 1 Corinthians 13.12. 

A Meditation-The greatest mystery of all is surely the mystery of God's eternal purpose accomplished in Christ; that through faith in him we may approach God "with freedom and confidence ..." (Ephesians 3); no need to be discouraged or upset in the face of injustice or suffering, be it our own or the world's injustice or suffering: we have 'nought' but freedom to believe in God's plan - "a future full of hope". 

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Evangelicalism and Practical Necessity


Practical Evangelicalism

"I needed food and you fed me, 

clothes and you clothed me"

Matthew. 25 35-40




I was ten years old when I overheared my recently widowed mother engage in conversation with an unexpected visitor.  A Christian, and ardently evangelical in outlook, the caller's clerical collar would not have impressed her given 'priesthood', in her view, was likely 'of the devil'. After the gentleman left she made a surprise aside: "a really nice man; even loves the Lord!".



Surprised that an Anglican Cleric (curate) could talk so earnestly of a  'personal' faith, she must have put aside her normal prejudice to share her own witness.  More than fifty years have passed since I 'moved on' from the Church of my up-bringing, but I recall that Baptists, who clearly identified as 'Evangelicals', were sometimes quick to demean the faith of others (or more likely, ignore them!).



My personal story is linked closely with an outstanding Evangelical Minister who came to our aid at a critical point in my family's life. Rev. Colin Campbell, Pastor of the Baptist Church at Gladesville, assumed many responsibilities on behalf of my mother following her diagnosis with terminal cancer and necessity for full-time care. This left my brother and I to fend for ourselves, facing the many issues that needed to be resolved given my minority (I was fourteen at the time, my brother eighteen). 



Orchestrated by Mr Campbell, an agreement with another Church family was reached whereby they moved in with us, a practical solution that satisfied their need for accommodation as well as our need for domestic help (and legal status). My  mother died eighteen months later. Mr Campbell remained a close friend and mentor, in many ways filling the gap left by my deceased father, as well.

After gaining the Leaving Certificate, employment with the Bank of NSW (Westpac) was suggested by Mr Campbell, himself a former 'Wales' man.  Returning from war service with the RAAF he had spurned his outstanding prospects with the Bank (he was academically gifted, as well) in order to train for the Ministry. Colin Campbell's only aspiration was to serve Christ, which for him meant 'caring for people' in fulfillment of our Lords' injunction.

Rev. J.C. Campbell served the Baptist Church and the wider community in many ways during his long life, eventually receiving an OAM for his services to Church and community.  I can testify to no finer example of the Evangelical spirit; if "Public Prosperity" escaped him as an aspiration (the Bank might have best achieved this), simply the well-being of individual lives in the Spirit of Christ was his singular desire. Colin Campbell died in Brisbane in 2009, aged 92 .      






Temple of The Spirit

Saturday, 16 November 2019
5:50 PM

Temple of the Spirit


"In him we move and have our being" - Acts 17.2

If you prefer 'Maccas' to KFC, you might pick up a Big Mac at Gladesville McDonalds on Victoria Road. Use the drive-thru facility and you will be roughly on the site of the former Gladesville Baptist Church (relocated to Ryde 1958). This was where I attended Sunday School and Christian Endeavour and worshipped with my mother, and where her life was celebrated prior to interment.

Just in front of the pulpit a Baptistry - i.e., a tank - was located under the floor, and this was where I was baptised by immersion at an evening service "in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit", as the congregation sang "Fo-ollow, fo-ollow, I will follow Jesus". Later, my brother sang (solo), "I need Jesus", and opportunity for individual testimonies given. A joyful occasion, but solemn as well.

This simple chapel, purpose built pre-war but destined to become a commercial enterprise, was for us a Temple, a holy place, sacred space where the faithful assembled Sunday by Sunday in response to the invitation inscribed high above the pulpit: "Worship the Lord In The Beauty of Holiness" (Psalm 96. 9-11).

Was not this the house of God?  Saint Augustine's 'City of God', the earthly Jerusalem - symbol of the 'Jerusalem' which is 'above'?  Not just a repository of remembrances such as Jeremiah's prophetic "word of the Lord" (ratifying a new covenant with the house of Israel: "by putting my laws in their hearts and minds.  . . I shall be their God and they shall be my people"), but a sacred space that gave God's people their unique identity ("It is he who has made us and not we ourselves, we are his people . . . " - Psalm 100).

This new covenant was, symbolically, to be kept within the Temple; secure, but only so long as secure within the heart of the nation, that temple not made with hands representing both the Divine transcendance and immanence: almighty in power, great, yet unsearchable, for "we know him not"  (Job 36.26).

Jeremiah had a difficult time getting his message across to the rebellious Israelites, his anguish palpable: "I will not make mention of him nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I was weary of holding it back and I could not". (Jeremiah 20.9)

For the Rev. J C Campbell, Pastor of the Church at Gladesville in those days, his Congregation was no less difficult (although they didn't attack him or put him in the stocks), but like Jeremiah, the word was always in his heart "like a burning fire", and he persisted, even as he agonised.

Relating this little bit of my early history relies on the subjective, but it's also about relationship, how the 'I' becomes an 'us'. It raises the question of identity and religion; how identities are fluid, subject to adaptation (consider the sociologist's theory, 'Identity and the Sacred'; vide the late Prof. Hans Mol's landmark opus).

In time I would drastically, if not radically, adapt my own religious associations to changing circumstances (after all, "the way of a man is not in himself" - Jeremiah 10.23).  Regardless of what we think we know "of things too wonderful", we also have the promise "that all things work together for good to those who love God . . ." (Romans 8.28).

Pastor Campbell was a gifted man who encouraged wider reading (not a common trait amongst older generations of Baptists) as well as Bible study. At least the second part of a Franciscan saying held true: "In books we seek God, in prayer we find him . . . prayer being the door that opens God's heart."



Geoff Wellings

Artarmon

November 2019


Sunday, December 15, 2019

Look! Jerusalem!



Sunday, 8 December 2019 8:45 AM

"Our feet have been standing
  Within your gates, O Jerusalem" - Psalm 122.2

The names of Sir Ross Smith and Sir Keith Smith are synonymous with aviation. Remembered in the main by an older generation, these WWI flying aces have been celebrated in many ways, in film, books, countless geographic names across the country, commemorative coins and other objects. A documentary screened on Sunday night (8th on SBS), "The Greatest Air Race", is narrated by Australia's first man to enter space, the astronaut Andy Thomas.

Not a celebration of war, but recollection of a largely forgotten 1919 Air Race that captured Thomas' imagination as a boy, the story also brings to mind the deeds of the Australian Flying Corp. (AFC), formed in Palestine 1916-18. The Smith brother's were both famous airmen, Keith Smith with the RAF and Ross Smith, a Squadron leader (1 Squadron AFC) with the distinction of piloting the celebrated Lawrence of Arabia in his many actions in Arabia that culminated in Allied victory in the Middle East. The story of these two aircraft pioneers and their epic post-war journey is remarkable, as also their involvement as airmen in the Desert Warfare, Ross Smith in particular. The Air Flying Corp. - precursor of the RAAF - hastily formed in 1916 from mostly volunteer Light Horse Infantrymen, was tasked with providing air support for the mounted Regiments as they advanced across the Desert. A major Allied objective was reached In September 1917 when Jerusalem City was entered and secured, ending centuries of Islamic occupation.

Commanding a regiment of Light Horse troopers in the days before the final march on the City, Colonel A.C.Olden DSO., could only observe a derelict backwater. "It was at Soba", he wrote in 1932, "about six miles from Jerusalem as the crow flies, but considerably further than that in actual distance to be traversed, that we were afforded a first distant view of the Holy City. The Sheikh - or headman - of Soba approached our troops and, with a profound Arabic salutation, indicated a desire to be on friendly terms with the ''Ingleesi". Beckoning our men to follow, the Sheikh led the way to the summit of the hill on which the village stands, and, pointing eastward, exclaimed ecstatically 'shouf El Kuds' (Look! .Jerusalem!).#

In the Middle Ages, "traditional Christian 'mappae mundi' placed Jerusalem at the centre of the world", and for different reasons the Holy City again became a centre of attention in the 20th Century (and still is) with hopes of unifying the Arab World. Briefly, following the Allied victory in 1919, it may have appeared possible, a hope that was dashed in 1947 with the post WWII settlement.

Sadly, a prophetic voice from the Middle Ages rings true; Geoffrey Chaucer (1343-1400), that erudite man of Letters, courtier, raconteur and poet ("father of English Poetry"), opined that achievement of "reunification in the Middle East is impossible".¥ Nothing seems to have happened since to prove otherwise, yet, "Reconciliation" it might be said is on-going, in a manner, by tourists of "every Nation" who still "stream to Zion".

Look! Jerusalem!

#'The Holy City', a story by Colonel A.C. Olden, DSO, from 'The Listening Post' of 1932 - quoted in 'The RSL Book of World War I' - Edited by John Gatfield with Richard Landels. Harper Collins, 2016. ¥ "Chaucer, A European Life" p .411 - Marion Turner: Princeton 2019

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Augustine 1

'CONFESSIONS' OF ST. AUGUSTINE


Augustine's Spiritual Journey


According to E. B. Pusey (a translator), the Confessions are an account of "the way in which the hand of God led . . . the most powerful mind of Christan antiquity out of darkness to light." Augustine's spiritual journey is characterised by a conflict of wills: his own preference, the search for happiness in "created things"; or follow his God-given yearning for Truth which he ultimately understands can only be discovered within himself. The pursuit of "transient things" only leads up blind alleys, whereas the yearning for wisdom and Truth leads to God, which he describes as "that other happiness".


What Augustine needed to do was to face up to the truth, the reality of his spiritual exile: "I had know it all along, but I had always pretended it was something different", he wrote. It was the chance meeting in Milan with a fellow-countryman in the Emperor's household, Ponticianus, that finally changed his outlook: "while he was speaking, O Lord, you were turning me around to look at myself". Not that there hadn't been opportunities for such self-examination before: reading Cicero at the age of nineteen had inspired him to study philosophy, but "I still postponed my renunciation of this world's joys, which would have left me free to look for that other happiness, the very search for which, let alone its discovery, I ought to have prized above the discovery of all human treasures . . . or the ability to enjoy all the pleasures of the body." Augustine would never forget his meeting with Ponticianus.


Augustine's search "for that other happiness" had its genesis in a restless seeking after pleasure, beauty and truth. According to Peter Brown, "the Confessions are a manifesto of the inner world," or as Augustine himself would later observe, wherein "'Men go to gape at mountain peaks, at the boundless tides of the sea, the broad sweep of rivers, the encircling ocean and the motions of the stars and yet they leave themselves unnoticed; they do not marvel at themselves'. It was the realisation that man cannot hope to find God unless he first finds himself, for this God is 'deeper than my inmost being".


Augustine's inner conflict was, ultimately, the outcome of his determination to please himself rather than God. He tolerated the superstition of the Manichees "not because I had thought it was right, but because I preferred it to the Christian belief." It seems he knew where to find truth and happiness, but only on his own terms: "Give me chastity and continence", he had once prayed, "but not yet."

Through all this Augustine nevertheless sensed of the omnipresence of God. Clearly, God had his own plans for the life of this self-confessed sensualist. Like a steady stream the love of God preserved him, and had drawn him, even before he knew it: "But in my mother's heart, you had already begun to build your temple, and laid the foundations of your holy dwelling." Augustine could reflect upon his 'misspent' youth in terms of self-love and self-seeking, but with its counterpoint in God's abiding love and providential care: "we had destroyed ourselves, and who made, re-made us."

The course of this spiritual journey, developed in the first five books of the Confessions, is a story of great expectations and great promise, but not fulfillment or happiness. Although gifted by God in so many ways, Prodigal-like, Augustine was blind to the real source of his unhappiness, and the search for it only led "to pain, confusion and error." Instead of seeking the source of everything, including his true "inner" self, in God alone, Augustine preoccupied himself with externals, in his desires and pleasures, and in other creatures: "I turned away from you, and lost myself on many a different quest", in "a surfeit of hell's pleasures."

In so many ways a man of his times, Augustine was also a product of self-will and "sordid ambitions". His parents had given him a better start in life than their station demanded, or their means allowed, but Augustine regretfully looked back on his boyhood in the family home and early education as being more hindrance than help; it certainly hadn't provided him with the happiest of memories! For all that, his Christian mother, Monica, was still the the most abiding influence in his life. He said that while he may have consistenly ignored her admonitions, he could never avoid her prayers. "Like an oracle of God", he eventually idealized her as such.

Whilst the Manichees' promise of "Truth and truth alone" had once been a magnet to the young Augustine, it was the study of philosophy in Cicero that first awakened his "bewildering passion for the wisdom of eternal truth." This brought about a significant change in his attitude to spiritual things, a positive side to a particularly dark and perilous period in Carthage wherein, he wrote, the God of mercy "mixed much bitterness in that cup of pleasure!" Reading Cicero's Hortensius "changed my prayers to you, O Lord, and provided me with new hope and aspirations."


It was through this "great ardour for the pursuit of truth" that Augustine eventually rejected Manichaeanism and embraced the tenets of the Sceptics. Paradoxically, it was only then that his mind was opened to listen and absorb the teaching of the influential bishop Ambrose! Augustine had been blind to the Truth and pride had been the real barrier to friendship with God. Human friendship which he always craved was all too easily satisfied, yet it only led him into blind alleys and on more than one occasion into spiritual crisis. When grief-stricken by the death of his friend of Thagaste, he had found himself "obsessed by a strange feeling . . . tired of living yet afraid to die." Such experiences led him to look deep within himself.

The scene that followed Augustine's meeting with Ponticianus in the garden in Milan was the climax of his spiritual journey, an end to the pursuit of "transient things" and the discovery of "the Word"; the end of exile and discovery of "that other happiness" which had proved so illusive, so demanding, yet so earnestly desired. It was, as Helen Waddell put it, Augustine's "ultimate agony of will."

Augustine: 2

'CONFESSIONS' OF ST. AUGUSTINE

Augustine's Spiritual Journey


The story related by Augustine concerning his conversion to the Christian Faith is the subject of the Confessions. In Book Eight Augustine records the climax of events that occurred in the year 386 CE: they are not the end, but a new beginning in his spiritual journey to God. It is the outcome of his search for "that other happiness" which for so long eluded him, the thing from which he had fled for the past twelve years: "that, whereof not the finding only, but the very search, was to be preferred to the treasuries and kingdoms of the world . . . and to the pleasures of the body". (Pusey translation).
There had been many barriers to Augustine's conversion to the Church, and although few doubts remained to trouble him, he was still unhappy: the Scriptures "were planted firmly in my heart"; he was certain in hope of eternal life, and was "rid of all my doubts about an incorruptible substance"; his perception of God, firmly a matter of faith. For all that there was an absence of joy, because "in my worldly life all was confusion". Where he felt he "he should have been glad to follow the right road . . . but I still could not make up my mind to "venture along the narrow path".
With hope of honour and wealth gone, Augustine had abandoned his ambitions in the world; "such things now held no attractions for me in comparison with your sweetness", yet one worldly pleasure remained: "I was still held firmly in the bonds of woman's love". His dilemma consisted in a conflict of desires, for "I had already found the pearl of great value and I ought to have sold all that I had and bought it. But I still held back". It would take the wisdom and patience of a man of God, Simplicianus, and the stories of some notable conversions, to help Augustine comprehend the full measure of his spiritual condition, and point him in the right direction.
Simplicianus, careful not to undermine Ambrose's preparatory work, or to insult Augustine's intelligence, first affirms his fortuitous reading of the Platonist's books, rather than other philosophic writings "full of fallacies and misrepresentations", before introducing the need for humility by telling him about Victorinus, who was "not ashamed to be the child of Christ . . . submitting his neck to the yoke of humility and bowing his head before the ignominy of the Cross." The wisdom of telling Augustine about such a man was profound, for in Victorinus, Augustine would see himself: "I began to glow with fervour to imitate him". As also by Sergius Paulus, Augustine is guided to salvation by the example of well know converts, brought to Christ through similar trials: status in the world and reputation, fear of offending friends, the vanity that had to be repudiated, and making an open confession "in full sight of the assembled faithful".


What Victorinus and Sergius Paulus can do, so can Augustine: "I longed to do the same, but I was held fast . . . by my own will." His mind ever alert and questioning, Augustine is drawn a step closer to breaking free when he comes to understand that the pain of "progress and retreat, of hurt and reconciliation" is all part of the journey: "You never depart from us, yet is hard for us to return to you." His longing for God intensifies with the recognition that the pain of his perverse will is legitimate, and he must come to terms with himself.
What is becoming clear to Augustine is the existence of two conflicting wills, "and between them they tore my soul apart". From the old "perverse" will had grown lust, from which habit was born, "and when I did not resist the habit it became necessity." The new will inspired love of God and desire to serve him, but lacked the strength to break the chain of habit that held him captive. Nor was there any easy way to resolve the warfare raging within; he had previously postponed his renunciation of the world for lack of clear perception of the truth, but certainty was no longer wanting. The desire was there, but the will to act eluded him.
The drama that unfolds in that garden in Milan follows yet another conversion story concerning two of the narrator's friends, both officials in the service of the Emperor who had been inspired by the example of the desert solitary, St Antony of Egypt, to renounce their careers and serve God: having torn themselves free from all their ambitions . . . "these two built their tower at the cost which had to be paid . . . giving up all they possessed and following (God)." It was a turning point for Augustine, as he listened: "it was not the inhuman austerities that moved him: it was the secret renunciation, the doctrine of the power of the will."
Ironically, Augustine remembers finding himself at similar cross-roads some twelve years earlier, when "I still postponed my renunciation of this world's joys"; but now it was different because through Ponticianus' story God was "turning me around to look at myself . . . so that I should see my wickedness and loathe it." Overcome by burning shame he was forced to face the truth about himself: "all (his soul's) old arguments were exhausted and had been shown to be false." The intensity of conviction brought him to the brink of resolution: "Let it be now, let it be now!" However, there would be no easy resolution of Augustine's agony.
Knowing that "to will it was to do it", hesitancy still clawed at Augustine's heart as "old attachments . . . plucked at my garment of flesh"; and the voice of habit persisted: "Do you think you can live without these things?" Into this mental condition, where "my inner self was a house divided against itself", came the moment when grace intervened: "Cast yourself upon God and have no fear."
Alone, and shamed to tears, the voice of a child breaks through the din of his own heart's wrangling, in words that arrest him: " . . . telling myself that this could only be a divine command to open my book of Scripture", he hurries to obey, and reads " . . . arm yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ; spend no more thought on nature and nature's appetites"; and then we Augustine again: "the light of confidence flooded into my heart and all the darkness of doubt was dispelled."
One is reminded of the Psalmist's words, "at night there are tears, but joy comes with the dawn", as first Alypius is told (and makes his own commitment), and then Augustine's mother, Monica. Her jubilation was for answered prayers "far more than she used to ask . . . you turned her sadness into rejoicing". For Augustine it was the God of grace who "converted me to yourself, so that I no longer desired a wife or placed any hope in this world but stood firmly upon the rule of faith".