Dream Ticket

Today has been training for being a Bible Study Group leader.  So we did a ‘dry run’ with a group of bishops all trying hard not to say the obvious thing about the passage we were studying.  The contacts are fascinating.
Bible Study is 75 minutes most mornings for the next two weeks – so this is a big slice of the way in which we hope to get to know one another.  I got a quick look at the composition of the group that I am expected to facilitate.  It confirmed my worst fears. No – my worst fears would be a bunch of academics.  Just my second-worst fears.

Anyway, I fell to thinking about the compostion of my ideal Bible Study Group.  Martin Luther King, I think.  St Patrick, of course, Tutu, Bonhoeffer ..

They’ve announced a friendly meeting for episcopal bloggers tomorrow.  Maybe ‘they’ have something to say to us.  But it will be good to meet.

Take up your bed

Kimberly of course wants too much information.  But since she asks … the obvious answer to this single room stuff is a discreet rearrangement of the furniture.  So we now have a sitting/IT room and a bedroom.  Anglican Connubial Bliss is safe for now.

The news hounds who are sniffing around here won’t find much to excite.  I’ve been here today for pre-Conference training as a Bible Study Group leader.  It’s great news that each group will work in three languages with interpreters.  It gives the group leader time to think.

Initial impressions?  I wandered around today and talked to all sorts of people.  Two impressions.  First that this is not a gathering of extremists.  No doubt there are passionate convictions around.  But people who deal with people in all their variety and complexity have a sort of innate moderation about them.  And many of the people I met today are priests who spent long years in pastoral  ministry before becoming bishops.  It makes a difference.

Sole purpose

Like the pilgrims of old, we’re heading for Canterbury.  We have the tent with us in case we have a Sentamu moment which calls for an act of witness – or if the Anglican Communion’s failure to uphold heterosexual marriage by putting us all in single rooms just becomes too much.

Meanwhile, we’ve all received – or I have anyway – an attitude survey purporting to be on behalf of the Times.  I spent some time looking at it and pondering whether it was ‘for real’ or not.  I shan’t be completing it.  I was reminded of Peter Ustinov’s response when asked on entry to the USA, ‘Do you intend to subvert the Constitution of the United States of America?’  To which he claimed to have replied, ‘Sole Purpose of Visit’.  The questions include, ‘Has the Church done enough to help the people of Zimbabwe?’ and ‘Are liberals taking control of the Church of England?’

I really see very little point in exercises which seem to want to ‘line up’ participants on either side of a series of complex and interwoven issues.  I’ve been appreciating some of the articles by George Pitcher of the Daily Telegraph – particularly this one which describes Archbishop Rowan Williams’ approach to the leadership challenges which face him.  For me it comes down to this.  You can line people up on either side of various issues.  But what really matters is the spirituality of the task which faces us.  That task is not primarily to hold the Anglican Communion together.  Rather it is to deal with people and issues – to work out how and to what extent we can with integrity and faithfulness deal with diversity.  And through it all runs what I think is one of the great challenges of any leadership in the church – that of holding deep personal conviction while enabling the whole church to live, move and find unity in Christ.

I’m a Nigerian ..

My heart sank, I have to confess. This was not a card-carrying Nigerian Anglican. Just what my children would call a random Nigerian sitting in the foyer of Jury’s Hotel in Dublin. He finished talking to a random Irishman and turned his beatific smile on me. He had been hearing about how wonderful Ireland was in the past, how safe at night .. did I not agree that it was now so different because people had lost the fear of God? Having just come off the early morning flight and attempting to shake off the fear of Ryanair and the faulty Dublin airport radar, I decided that ‘No, I didn’t agree.’ And I heard myself moving into a rant about how this wonderful Ireland of the past exported its best and brightest young people because there was neither work nor dignity for them… the women trapped in loveless and violent marriages because of the constitutional prohibition on divorce .. and while I’m at it … Time for coffee.

Anyway, the consecration of Trevor as Bishop of Limerick was great. I did my usual misty-eyed thing at ordinations – is this a sign of age? But it did me the power of good anyway. I shared the peace with Madam President .. who subsequently received communion .. and the preacher was Dom Mark-Ephrem of the Rostrevor Benedictines with whom I went on retreat last year. And there were copes and mitres and candles and we don’t seem to need to be as defensively protestant as we were in that wonderful Ireland of the past when John Charles McQuaide was Catholic Archbishop of Dublin. Oh .. and I didn’t mention the funeral of the first President of the Republic, Douglas Hyde – a member of the Church of Ireland – and the inglorious way in which members of the Government sat outside the Cathedral during his funeral.  So it looks as if this new Ireland – cosmopolitan, wealthy, unequal, secular, restless  – might just be more tolerantly close to the Kingdom?  Of which more some other time.

Sewing on the Name Tapes

We’re packing.  How many Bibles does one bring – or is the one on my Palm enough?  Slight feel of school about it all.  Will I be bullied in the playground?  Have I packed enough socks?  And the more the blogosphere works itself up, the less motivated I become about blogging or anything else.  I suppose I am just gathering myself for the greatest blogfest of all.

Meanwhile a quick trip to Dublin tomorrow for the consecration of my old friend, Trevor Williams, as Bishop of Limerick and everywhere else in the south west of Ireland.  It’s a good choice – Trevor is a former leader of the Corrymeela Community of Reconciliation.  So he’ll be at Lambeth and, if I remember right, his link diocese is New Hampshire.  The only problem now is the failure of the radar which controls landings at Dublin Airport ..

Pre-Lambeth

Poppy’s admirers will be interested to know that she has now arrived in Belfast for the pre-Lambeth hospitality programme.  Having just been to Donegal, she’s a bit jet-lagged and noisy.  But she gets a lot of attention from Anna and her friends and will settle down here comfortably until August.

The pre-Lambeth publicity – and the reports of the Church of England Synod – mean that friends I have met these past few days want to know more about what lies behind the reports.  They work in situations where any kind of discrimination in the workplace on grounds of gender, sexuality or anything else would be regarded as unthinkable.  They want to know why the church is different and why it finds these issues so difficult.

£26800 – satis superque?

Welcome to the other Latin tag I remember from my Classics degree.  So is £26800 enough and more than enough – pre-tax – for a couple to live on, not including a car?

Dominic Lawson explored this in yesterday’s Independent – commenting on a report from the Rowntree Foundation, ‘A Minimum Income Standard for Britain.’  What is interesting about this approach to defining poverty is that it does not express it as a proportion of a median – such as the national average wage.  Rather it attempts to set a ‘minimum standard’ as ‘having what you need to have the opportunities and choices necessary to participate in society.’  Which, of course, brings it closer to the concept of a stipend – the amount which one is given in order to live while carrying out the work of ministry.  At that, a £26800 stipend would sound generous to our clergy.

The caveats?  Well let’s dispose of the nonsense one first.  Housing is included in the £26800 and clergy are provided with housing?  Yes they are – during their working lives.  This means that, unless they are fortunate enough to ‘marry well’ or be otherwise endowed, they have to deal with their housing needs at the end of their working lives rather than at the beginning.  Just in case you were asking, I think we need a more subtle answer to that question than ‘Sell the rectories and let the clergy .. ‘  And the car – which isn’t covered by the £26800?   Well – set aside the fact that fuel costs have increased by 50% and the mileage rates have remained the same.  Most clergy cover fewer miles per year than I do in the faithful Passat.  They also travel uphill now and again whereas I, as a bishop, travel downhill only.  So the amount they are able to claim in expenses will help to run the car but will never be enough to replace it.

Satis superque?  Interesting.

Tidy Up

Quick pre-Lambeth visit to Blogstead Na Mara – just to make sure that I know who I am before I plunge in.  So we’re weeding and hacking surrounded by the empty houses of the speculative building boom.

I was reminded of my years as  Hospital Chaplain yesterday when the cleaner came by while I was sitting outside the toilets in Belfast City Hospital – don’t ask.  Two words from the staff defined chaplaincy for me.  The expectations of the patient would be raised by the introduction, ‘Here’stheministercometohaveaweechatwithyou’   And when you were sitting on the edge of the bed wrestling with the search for meaning in difficult times, the cleaner would arrive and say, ‘Justliftyourweefeetdear’

On weightier Lambeth matters, I was interested to read Deborah Orr in the Independent writing about Rowan Williams as ‘A man of God we should all be supporting.’  Describing herself variously as a secularist and an atheist, she bewails the fact that ‘there is a tendency among secularists .. to believe that no belief that is held by a religious group – even a progressive one – is worthy of support.  She sees sexuality questions as almost entirely a rights issue.  So this comes in the area of ‘placeswherewesharemediumtermobjectiveseveniflongtermaimsdiverge.’

 

 

Nothing new ..

Continuing to read .. and of course finding that Lambeth has constantly been in difficulties from the very beginning. I hadn’t thought, of course, how significant it is that many who attend the Lambeth Conference will do so for the first and only time. So it has always been difficult to order the Conference in such a way that it builds on the work of former Conferences – too tempting to treat it as a ‘one-off’ without reference to the past. That in turn seems to contribute to the relative ineffectiveness of Lambeth Resolutions – and probably makes the Lambeth Conference less significant as one of the instruments of unity in the Anglican Communion than it might otherwise be. Maybe it’s partly a factor of time scales. Ten years may just be too long in today’s world. But, to be honest, I wouldn’t be queuing up to go more often!

I’ve been reading the GAFCON material with a curious mixture of sympathy and disappointment. I don’t think it is helpful at this moment to do more than say that I find it difficult to recognise myself in it. Maybe that shows just how ‘compromised and enfeebled’ I am without realising it.

Floreat Glenalmond

Commemoration Day at Glenalmond College. My feelings change. This used to be one of the moments when I felt a long way from former life .. less so now. But strangely, it also reminds me of childhood and my time at Portora Royal School in Enniskillen – I could see my father measuring out the athletics track with chains. As a special treat, I would be allowed to push the little machine with the wheels and the whitewash.

First challenge is to decide where to park the faithful Passat [163000 in case you were asking]. Clearly not among the flashier 4 by 4’s – some of this is a bit ‘Glyndebourne meets Hogwarts’. So I found a quiet corner among the cars of those who buy cars on the same time sequence as they buy tweeds.

The Commemoration Service is unchanged since 1936 – some pieces of the BCP Funeral Service as we remember OG’s of past generations. Chaplain Giles reminded me of one former pupil who ‘received a vocation to sacred ministry while on the cricket pitch.’ Which of course sent me into chapel pondering. Unlikely to have been batting .. too busy to take the call as Wicket Keeper. Probably fielding at Long Stop. At least the camera for the fly-on-the-wall documentary can’t read minds.

Then it was prizes and the College Song:

Rivorum, ruris, montium, Silvarum Domina …

I’m sure you don’t need help with translation.