UNFOCUSED

GUESSED? Oranges and lemons! Well, could be, but not actually. This is a Christmas tree, captured by my Nikon D90, with AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.4G lens, at f/1.4, at 0.0125s (1/80), manually unfocused. And here’s a thing about playing with light like this: it’s good for the imagination. And imagination is good for prayer. And prayer is good for faith. And faith gives substance and depth to life. Oranges and lemons, or planets, or sweets, or orbs. And look at the depth. And coloured hues, touching and glancing off one another. Whence the ovals, the occasional horizontal, the overlap, the bounce, the dark, the amber, the light? A mystery. A Christmas tree? – well, may retort a commentator, you could have fooled me! Here’s what I see … and something develops: life; story.

It’s like prayer, isn’t it? Mystery, depth, layers, surprise, unfocused colour and object, call, attraction, an invitation to be. I hope there’ll be times in 2012 when I’m manually unfocused, for to be so is an essential part of the call and invitation of the Divine to me. (And maybe, should anyone read this, to thee!)

FULLNESS

THERE’S A DEEP RICHNESS, a fullness, about the lovely people with whom I live and work in my daily life as a parish priest. I never fail to be amazed by the wells of goodness and of self knowledge I encounter in so many. And that’s the proper starting point in our relationships with God and with one another. Acknowledgement of richness, diversity, colour, beauty, glory, plenty, promise, fullness.

We’re God’s Harvest and it’s ours to live and to love and to celebrate life under the all-encompassing and beautiful dome of the sky. God is good and all that God has made is good. The same God has made us to co-create good too. We’re blessed with an abundance that needs to be acknowledged before we begin to consider what may be lacking. And when we live thus eucharistically - thankfully – we find ourselves moved to play our part well in making up the shortfalls where we do identify them.

I OFFER THANKS, Lord of all Life, for the fullness and for the beauty I see in the people around me now. God grant to me and to all your people the blessing of grace to welcome, open-heartedly, the glories of fullness, and of individual, deeply personal, finely crafted, beautifully made story and giftedness in every woman, child and man upon earth. As you do.

A UNICORN?

NICK BAINES, Bishop of Bradford, posted The Art of Film here. Christopher Burkett encourages preachers at Preacher Rhetorica to ask “do you remember …?” – as in do YOU remember? …

Here’s a film (above) I won’t forget – for some fairly obvious reasons, but also for some less than obvious ones that I’ll be chewing the cud over for the next little while. How would all our lives be different, blessed, challenged, learning, honoured, growing – if we only employed our imaginations a little more frequently, and a little more generously?

A unicorn? I’ve never seen one close up … (but today I’ve had my eyes opened!)

Thanks for posting +Nick, and Christopher. Many thanks … which led me on, in the way that these things do, to a beautiful little film that must have been made purely and simply to brighten someone’s day. A treat :)

OLD WISDOM

the theatre of life: everyman’s epic …

ONE OF THE REAL CHALLENGES, and for me perhaps one of the greatest joys, in the life of a parish priest is that part of the task that requires the sharing of the old Wisdom – the received Tradition – in language that can be understood today. And in both the challenge and the joy there are reminders for the priest that The Story is not his or her story, not the work of his or her own art or talent. It’s a Shared Story. An epic!

Today I’ve engaged in at least a dozen very different pastoral encounters. All, in their different ways, were “asking” for some pertinent, relevant, cringe-free sharing of Christian faith. And I’m never happier than when I hear the sound of the “penny dropping” in my own life, and in the lives of the people I encounter and converse with. Never happier than when it becomes obvious that people’s misconceptions of who the priest is likely to be, of Religion with a big R, of fear or confusion – are replaced by what I’ve often called “relieved relationship.”

And when we allow ourselves simply to relax in our day-to-day relationships The Story often unfolds naturally and thus the more relevantly … constantly drawing upon, constantly bringing to mind, the stories and experiences that have illuminated our own lives and the lives of our fellow pilgrims.

It’s important that I remember that I’m not primarily about telling “my” story – though I ought not to hold back on that story either. But the priest, like the poet, is about telling “everyone’s” story … many, many combined distillations of over 2000 years of Christian history … and of a much bigger canvas reaching back much, much further than that – and reaching forward much, much further than that.

Priests, then, will always and everywhere feel that they’re telling their own AND someone else’s story in order to communicate everyone’s story in a hundred thousand different ways. Because they are! The Christian, not just the priest, is like a magpie, says Bishop Michael Marshall. Always “borrowing” from the combined experience, from the “tradition”, from the nests of saints and fatheads alike – in order to “translate” the Word; to fan sparks into flames; to encourage the leap from enquiry to a new knowing, and a new world’s growing.