THE LINK
Journal of the
Scottish Unitarian Fellowship
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BE FREE TO BELIEVE
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"The Link"
is a SUF publication which aims to provide individual
members with information about Unitarian Activities. matters
to ponder and generally act as a source of contacts.
It is edited by Mr Wm. Stephen
18 Woodend Place, Aberdeen, AB6 15AL.
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CONTENTS
WHO’S WHO?
Founder: Rev. Dr. Colin Wicker
Chair: Rev. Anne Wicker
Minister: Rev. Eric W. Breeze
Secretary: Wm. S. Stephen
Treasurer: R. H. E. Inkson
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The Scottish Unitarian Fellowship tries to
cater or people who wish a connection with a religious community, but who, for
various reasons, cannot or do not wish to become members of a traditional
church congregation. Our Minister, the Rev. Eric Breeze can offer spiritual
help or counselling by telephone, e-mail, letter or by personal visit, within
reasonable distance of Aberdeen. The Rev. Dr. Colin Wicker will visit and/or
perform religious services for our members as far as he can. The subscription
for 2004 is £10.00 per person and should be sent to our Treasurer, Mr R. H.
E. Inkson, 39 Woodend Place, Aberdeen, A815 6AP. Cheques should be made
payable to "The Scottish Unitarian Fellowship".
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FOREWORD
Although "belief" figures
prominently in any religious newsletter, we have chosen it as our guiding
theme for this edition of The Link, as what we believe in, the values
we live by and what is most important to us, decide how we act and how we
respond to the ups and downs of life. As Rev. Eric Breeze says in his article,
"It matters what we believe" and we have tried to illustrate this
view by reflecting on a wide variety of topics. The recent Mel Gibson film,
"The Passion of the Christ" reveals how reaction to this and other
Jesus films over the past century has both created and reflected different
climates of religious belief. Articles about current affairs in Iraq and in
our own country deal, with political values; and Lesley Mckeown's "Orkney
Adventure" shows "belief" at work in a Unitarian context.
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THE ANNUAL GENERAL MEETING
The A.G.M. took place on May 8th at the home of
our founder, Rev. Dr. Colin Wicker. Twelve members were present. A Committee
of Management was proposed, seconded and elected (see above). The Treasurer
reported that we had £345.37 in our current account. Each edition of "The
Link" (our principal expenditure) costs about £90.00 for printing
and posting. The annual subscription for the year 2005, was set at £10.00 for
a single person and £15.00 for a couple. Subscriptions are due in January.
The Link will continue to appear four times a
year as long as funds are available for it. It is distributed widely
throughout Scotland, the U.K. and abroad.
Various suggestions were offered to encourage
membership of the S.U.F. and these will be followed up. It was hoped that
members would mention the S.U.F. to friends and relatives who might be
interested to join.
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A QUESTION OF BELIEF
(It matters what we believe)
by Rev. Eric Breeze
I have often heard it said, usually by
people/clergy outside the denomination, that, 'those Unitarians don't know
what to believe in' and 'those Unitarians can believe anything they like'.
There is some truth in those statements, and yet it is not always the case
that we 'don't know' what to believe, or conversely, 'can believe anything',
but rather our religious freedom dictates that it is important what we
believe, and not swallow just anything that comes along or takes our fancy.
Belief of course is a personal thing, and we may have our doubts on all kinds
of religious issues. Obviously we should try not to make a dogma of our doubt
(which is easily done). However, our doubts can, and often do, take us into
avenues where we rightly question many things - not for the sake of doubt
itself, but because we admit that we simply don't know. Our personal belief
therefore has to be somewhat confined to what we do know - again from a
personal point of view. And in that sense it is important what we believe - it
really does matter.
There is a reading, which I have read out on
several occasions from the pulpit - a reading by Sophia I.yons Fahs entitled It
Matters What We Believe. She writes: 'Some beliefs are like walled
gardens. They encourage exclusiveness, and the feelings of being especially
privileged. Other beliefs are expansive and lead the way into wider and deeper
sympathies.' If our beliefs are expansive then this suggests that they are not
fixed or rigid - rather there is an allowance for a greater understanding to
take place. Many beliefs are of course coloured by the Faith one is brought up
in, and the dogmas and doctrines of that particular Faith.
Let us, for example, take one basic religious
belief that is often quite rigid and fixed - that is a belief in a God or some
kind of Supreme Being.
As far as I understand it, one can never place
restrictions of any kind onto ones Divine Source, however we understand it. As
soon as we do so we are lowering the very idea and making It/ Him/ Her/ or
whatever name we wish to use, in ones own image, with our limitations, with
our frustrations, hang-ups and all the other usual human baggage. And I have
known many people who constantly do this - even ministers. We have to be
careful, because even the name 'God' can be somewhat restricting if we are not
careful in the use our words. I once heard a nun say that the word 'God' is a
non-word - meaning of course that in no way can we place human limitations of
any kind upon Deity (yet many constantly do).
And this brings me to the question - and we are
not really trying to take away anyone's beliefs - the question is this, do we
allow the idea of God to expand and grow - or are ideas fixed? This reminds me
of the story of the atheist who went on and on to a our I friend about how he
didn't believe in a God. When he was eventually asked what kind of God he did
not believe in they actually found out that they had more in common than they
first realized.
Perhaps we have to go beyond the word. And its
quite amazing how, if we get that one basic belief sorted out, our varied
beliefs can become '... bonds in a universal brotherhood...' (Sophia Lyons
Fahs).
Now I would be the last person to try and take
away someone's religious belief, or say that they are wrong. Because
psychologically this can be a very dangerous game to play - unless of course
one intends replacing that religious gap with something just as good or
preferably even better. Rather, the wise thing to do is to allow each person
to grow in his or her own way and come to their own conclusions of what to
believe - or not believe.
Although one is totally free to believe in
anything one wishes, at the end of the day it still matters what we believe -
especially when we come in contact with others who are not all that sure what
to believe in at times. When all is said and done belief is an adventure of
life itself. But belief is only the beginning of that journey. What really
matters is where our beliefs takes us. If they are expansive then they open up
our minds to wider horizons to what William Ellery Channing called The Free
Mind - a mind which 'guards its intellectual rights and powers'.
Yes it matters what we believe, and the
freedom to believe - because this is what it is all about. Hope you have found
this of interest.
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FOLK TALE
A young friend lives on one of the
Western Isles and his family attends the Free Presbyterian Church.
One beautiful, sunny morning recently, while walking to work he
happened to meet his Minister. "What a lovely, sunny
morning," he said in greeting, indicating the blue sky and the
shining sea.
"And who are you to be
passing a comment upon the day the good Lord has given us!"
admonished the Minister. |
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DESCRIBING GOD
By Janet Briggs
If God is anything like what I imagine, then
all religion is an attempt to describe the indescribable. I have moved on from
envisioning an ageing gentleman in a fawn Burberry and a Trilby hat, through
thinking of God as 'the blueprint' for all the physical laws of nature, and
all the karmic (sorry) laws of relationships, to where I am now, thinking that
God is, or is in, everything. The Hindu greeting 'namaste' (I greet
that of God in you), therefore, makes perfect sense to me.
For thousands of years, people have tried hard
to explain the meaning of life. They have found by observation that there are
forces at work, and have given them many names. Understanding something about
their circumstances, and using the names they chose gives me a sense of being
part of the Human Race. It enriches my life.
When I think that nothing is wasted in nature,
that even germs are needed to break down carbon-based life forms, I recall
that for thousands of years, people in India have venerated Shiva, the
Creator/Destroyer. That is not mumbo-jumbo or superstition. It is shorthand
and poetry.
Since writing was invented, there are records
of Prophets, ordinary men with extraordinary contemporary messages about the
nature of things and advice on how people could live better. It may he that
followers of the Prophets have misinterpreted the teachings and corrupted
them. But they were human and, therefore, fallible.
With all our education and technology, are we
any better? It is still worth talking and singing about the wonders that we
see around us and our efforts to make sensible use of the opportunities that
surround us.
As I see it we cannot expect to understand the
vast scope of what God must be . Everything we say on the subject is at best
metaphor. The Unitarian community offers us stimulating company and a friendly
place to learn about other people's ideas and develop our own.
Reprinted from "The Inquirer" of 03/04/04
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FLAGELLATION
FLAGELLATION
FLAGELLATION
The Holy Ghost directed "The Passion of
the Christ", claims its human Director, Mel Gibson. If this is so, then
the Holy Ghost is devoted to horror comics, horror films and video nasties in
the worst possible taste. This latest attempt to turn the Gospels into a film
script is a remorseless assault upon the senses. Mel Gibson wields his film
like a blunt instrument to pound home his argument, but we are so
disorientated by this battering, that we have no idea of the direction he is
taking us.
The film depicts the final 12 hours of Jesus’
life on earth from his arrest in the garden of Gethsemane, his midnight
appearance before Caiaphas and the Sanhedrin, his interrogation by Pontius
Pilate, the scourging, the walk along the Via Dolorosa to Calvary, the
crucifixion and the resurrection. During these twelve hours, however, Jesus is
subjected to a continuous physical assault: he is loaded with chains, thrown
over a bridge, kicked punched, shaken, knocked to the ground, dragged over
stone pavements, and beaten. Every Roman soldier in Jerusalem appears to be
under orders to assault Jesus at every opportunity. Indeed, so great is his
suffering that in real life he would have died long before his interview with
Caiaphas.
So is this a film about suffering or
violence? Or is it about guilt? Traditional Christians believe that it is the
Crucifixion that achieves the reconciliation between God and humankind and it
is the passion of the Christ that brings this about; this film, therefore,
ought to be about suffering, but this is not where the emphasis seems to be
placed. The most emphatic scene is not the crucifixion but the scourging and
here the director pursues violence compulsively like an addict.
For almost twenty minutes, Jesus is
subjected to an uninterrupted flogging by two tall, muscular Roman soldiers
who take a malicious delight in causing him extreme physical harm. To start
with, they deliver thirty strokes to his back and sides with thick canes. They
then continue with cat-o’-nine tails barbed with sharpened pieces of bone or
bronze, thirty blows to his back, followed by thirty to his chest, abdomen and
sides. Enjoying the spectacle hugely. is Caiaphas and the Jerusalem mob,
shouting vile abuse, laughing and applauding the soldiers, prompting them to
ever greater barbarities. His disciples skulk around the edges of the mob
while Mary, his Mother, and Mary Magdalen watch nearby. Jesus, his tormentors
and the crowd, are splattered with his blood while the pavement gradually
turns red. This is violence for the sake of violence. The narrative stops at
this point, while the audience is trapped into watching this appalling
spectacle. Presumably we are expected to be horrified by the suffering
inflicted upon Jesus; but instead we feel angry that we have paid good money
to witness orgiastic cruelty which seems to have no purpose other than the
personal gratification of the film-makers. The revulsion we feel at this
sadistic exhibition drives out every other emotion. In addition, as we, too,
are present at this scene, we are made accomplices of the baying mob, share in
their responsibility and, therefore, are expected to feel guilty for what they
and we have done. The scene, however, is so exaggerated that it loses the
respect of the audience: in reality, common sense tells us that anyone
subjected to such a beating would have died in the first few minutes, and,
therefore, prolonging it, completely misrepresents the Bible account, as Jesus
did not die then. Indeed, the Gospels only mention the scourging very briefly.
The account of the walk to Calvary is
similarly flawed. Carrying an enormous cross which no man could lift, and
subjected to an endless barrage of blows, kicks, lashes and abuse, Jesus
stumbles up the hill to his crucifixion where the nailing to the cross is
dwelt upon in lingering, unnecessary and inaccurate detail. The film-makers
are much more barbaric than the Romans, inventing forms of torture that had
not occurred to them. Pity is once again driven out by the sheer brutality of
the exercise because we know this is all sadistic self-indulgence and we
wonder why intelligent, cultured people would want to portray these events so
crudely. After all we have all experienced pain and understand the agony
caused by torture without a graphic demonstration of its techniques.
Exaggeration undermines authenticity.
Mel Gibson is a traditional Roman Catholic
and knows that the Atonement is achieved at the cost of Christ’s suffering
and death. Yet this is not a spiritual film: it does not explain the
Atonement. We are not allowed to enter the mind of Jesus in this film. We do
not know how he is responding inwardly to this treatment. His vocal responses
are limited to sighs, groans and the cries of pain that reveal his physical
nature; but we are not shown the spiritual side, the internal struggle between
love of self on one hand and love of humankind on the other, and the sense of
duty willing him to endure his fate; nor are we privy to the divine nature of
the Christ which might explain why a God of Love would subject such a flimsy
thing as a human body to so much pain in order to become reconciled to the
species. What was God thinking about during those final, twelve hours of his
incarnation? This film does not tell us; nor does it help us to understand why
people would believe in the conundrum of the Atonement. The voice of God is
lost in the clamour of the violence (and the excruciating soundtrack!).
This film, by dwelling on violence, clearly
misses its mark. But why? One might answer, cynically, that violence sells
well. This film has so far earned more that $350,000,000 in the United States
alone. Perhaps because we have become desensitised to suffering, having seen
so much of it on television, it was necessary to exaggerate the violence to
make the point. Then, the film may be seen as a metaphor for the violent,
cruel, barbarous and inhuman condition of the modern world, just as unstable
and nasty as Palestine 2000 years ago. Subjecting his hero to intolerable
physical abuse is Mel Gibson’s house-style as in "Braveheart"
"Payback" and "The Patriot" so perhaps he is just running
true to form. However, I think this degrading of human flesh, this obsession
with flagellation, is driven by guilt and perhaps fear.
Is this, then, the self-loathing of a
film-maker guilt-ridden because of his vast wealth, luxurious life-style and
indifference to an impoverished world; or is it a reflection of a deep,
spiritual unease in the heart of the richest and most powerful nation on earth
since 11th September 2001? Why are we being punished in this way?
What have we done wrong? How can we expiate it?
This hysterical dwelling upon the abuse of
Jesus may be an attempt to express a corrosive sense of guilt that nothing can
assuage, and perhaps a feeling of frustration that so great is the offence,
that self-abasement will never achieve wholeness and salvation.
This is a deeply pessimistic film. There is
nothing redemptive or transcendent here. Apart from a few very special people
like Mary, Mary Magdalene, St. Veronica and Simon of Cyrene who helped to
carry the Cross, the rest of us are imprisoned in the hell of our own bestial
nature, and the film’s curtailed and off-hand treatment of the resurrection
would suggest that salvation is still a long way off.
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CHRISTENING AT SEA
The Rev. Dr. Colin Wicker was aboard the
Broughty Ferry Lifeboat in the Firth of Tay on 1st May, 2004 conducting
the first ever Christening aboard a Lifeboat. The star of the occasion was
20 weeks old Katherine Louise Drummond Brown, daughter of Gillian and
Murray Brown, the Lifeboat Coxswain. It was a beautiful, calm day and we
wish Katherine Louise fair weather on her voyage through life.
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BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS
Congratulations and many happy returns to
Jamie Smith who is celebrating his 94th birthday this mouth (July). Jamie
is a founder member of the S.U.F. and is a poet whose work has appeared in
many newspapers and magazines. In honour of his birthday, we reprint one
of his poems which appeared in The Link of Summer 2000.
TULIPS
Tulips, what wondrous beauties dwell
Within your petals' soft embrace -
Six tiny tongues that sweetly tell
Of love and purity and grace.
With purple, pink and parrot hue
Proclaim you Winter's reign is o'er;
That Love and Life have triumphed anew
and Earth delights in Spring once more.
The Mind that holds you in its thought
Holds me, and all the worlds in space.
And He is all, and death is not....
Such lessons, Tulip, from your face |
Jamie A. Smith
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PROJECTING JESUS
By Terrance Skene
While the process of transferring the
Gospels from printed page to celluloid seems always to have been fraught
with difficulties, transforming the Old Testament stories into spectacular
epics for the silver screen seems to be accomplished with relative ease
and financial success. In the 1940's and 1950's, Samson and Delilah,
David and Bathsheba, The Ten Commandments, all based directly on the
Bible, and film versions of novels such as Ben Hur, Quo Vadis and The
Robe were all extremely popular with audiences and on balance received
pass marks from contemporary critics. Ben Hur, for instance, won an
unprecedented seven Academy Awards. In addition to being competently
produced and employing the most recent technical innovations and visual
effects (The Israelites crossing the Red Sea), these films exploited the
colourful settings and lavish costumes of a land and era as alien and
exotic as that of Sheherezada and her Arabian Nights Entertainment, and
made the most of the heightened passions, the dramatic tensions and sexual
implications of these ancient Biblical tales. (Star of The Queen of Sheba
(1921), Betty Blythe, is reputed to have commented, "I wear 28
costumes, and if I put them all on at once, I couldn't keep warm".)
By concentrating upon literal, scriptural
accounts of events and on themes of good against evil, love against hate,
liberty against oppression and forgiveness overcoming the desire for
vengeance, these films were undemanding, uncontroversial, highly
entertaining and at the same time made bits of the Bible accessible to
millions of people who would never have bothered to read it.
Film-makers, who sought to portray Jesus on
the screen, however, trod a thorny, uphill path, and their efforts are
frequently met with abuse, condemnation and outrage. Of the twenty or so
major .Jesus films that have played in commercial cinemas since Cecil B.
De Mille's full length epic "The King of Kings" (1927), few have
avoided offending the spiritual (and political) sensitivities of one
religious group or another. Nicholas Ray's 1961 remake of the De Mille
film was set upon by the Catholic Legion of Decency which issued an "official warning" against it.
Jesus Christ Superstar (1973) was
stigmatised as anti-semitic and anti-Christian, but was endorsed by
millions of rock fans who ensured its financial success.
Franco Zefferelli was vilified by
fundamentalist Protestants in the U.S.A, when he claimed his Jesus of Nazareth
(1977) was a portrait of an "Ordinary man - gentle,
fragile, simple". Perhaps their hysterical opposition was
intensified by Pope Paul VI's open approval of the film's merits. General
Motors, however, indifferent to its quality, rather than antagonise the
Christian Right, withdrew its sponsorship of the film. Scorsese's Last
Temptation of Christ(1988) so scandalised the traditional Christian
community that it played to empty seats, was quickly withdrawn and lost
its producers a vast sum of money.
Hundreds of millions of people revere
Jesus and many claim that any attempt to represent him on the profane cinema screen reduces his significance as an object of worship and
defiles his holiness. How can an imperfect human actor, they ask, portray
the perfection of a Divine Being, the thoughts, the feelings, the speech,
the expression, the reactions, gestures etc? In addition, each Religious
Group has its own treasured image of Jesus anti is acutely offended if
film-makers dare to project any other, thereby misleading the
unenlightened masses occupying cinema seats. The film-makers, therefore,
face the insoluble dilemma of the nature of Jesus: is he divine, is he
human, or a mixture of both? Their choice will decide the fate of their
film
The twenty or so major portrayals since
1927, have been unable to reach any consensus and evident in all of them
is a tension between the divine and the human. The producers
instinctively wish to emphasise the humanity of Jesus with which the
audience may identify but the need to observe a reverent attitude towards
the Sacred Being and so disarm criticism, is paramount, and so the
imperfections and complexities of the human personality are submerged in
the assurance of the God.
King of Kings (1927) presents Jesus
(Played by the distinguished British actor H. B. Warner) as a
mature, majestic and other-worldly figure, self-composed, compassionate, gentle, virile, but essentially remote, like the Christ
of Victorian religious painting. One reviewer of the time thought, "Mr
Warner's expression is a little severe".
During the making of the film, in order to
preserve a proper sense of reverence, only the director was allowed to speak
to Warner while in costume, and he was transported veiled, in a
closed car from one location to another.
Jesus, in Nicholas Ray's remake of King
of Kings (1961), as portrayed by Jeffrey Hunter is so youthful, that the
film was nicknamed, "I Was a Teenage Jesus". This Jesus is a
beautiful young man, very occasionally confused but usually self-contained and always compassionate. He is strong, gentle and firm but he
shows little emotion, even when under great physical duress. Even his
dying moments are strictly controlled and passionless. Divinity rather
than humanity seems to the main constituent of his make up.
In stark contrast is the Jesus of The
Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964), by the marxist-existentialist director,
Pier Paolo Pasolini. This is an unsmiling, thin-faced ascetic; the
portrait of an angry revolutionary, stirring up the poor against the rich,
defending the weak against the strong, a grim, driven Christ of the
People,
whose frenetic journeying around Palestine displays the energy of a
tornado. As played by Enrique Irazoqui, he is a disconcerting, even
disturbing presence, but despite revealing many human emotions, he retains
an other-worldly detachment that proclaims his divine origin.
Max von Sydov's interpretation in The
Greatest Story Ever Told, (1965) is by far the most spiritual and
mystical. This is a calm, introspective Jesus, who speaks slowly and
thoughtfully, knows his own mind and fulfils his purpose without
flinching. He is a strong, noble creature who walks the world but has his
being elsewhere.
In the 1970's there were two contrasting
portraits, the youthful hippie of Ted Neeley, (hair blowing in the wind)
in the all singing, all dancing, rock-around-the-cross film version of Jesus
Christ, Superstar (1973); and the very reverential image of an
inward-looking, divine visionary created by Robert Powell in Franco
Zefferelli's Jesus of Nazareth (1977)
Jesus, the man, eventually appears in all
his humanity, resisting the claims of divinity, in Martin Scorses's The
Last Temptation of Christ( 1988). William Dafoe presents a sinful,
confused figure, indecisive, struggling to come to terms with his own
nature, his conscience, his wish for a normal, family life and his awesome
divine destiny. This is a human Jesus in the grip of forces that he can
barely understand and which are pulling him apart. His spiritual turmoil
and his imperfections, he shares with all human- kind, and so is a more
relevant and significant image than any of the others.
Theatre critics like to identify the most
recent production of that play as "A Hamlet for our time". So
we have had a "pacifist" Hamlet, a "punk" Hamlet, several
"gay" Hamlets, a "feminist" Hamlet, "a yuppie" Hamlet,
and
even a "self-seeking, high-rolling, Dallas" Hamlet (absolutely
unendurable!), which in their time (allegedly) reflected a social,
political mood. Arguably, celluloid depictions of Jesus may also be seen as
reflecting social, political and religious attitudes over the past
century. If that is so, Martin Scorsese's Jesus tortured by doubts about
his way of life, sceptical about his spirituality, unsure of his purpose,
crushed by his responsibilities and appalled by the possibility of his
divine destiny, seems to be the Jesus of our time.
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THE REEL JESUS
The Holy Bible was one of the very first
literary works quarried by film-makers in search of a dramatic story.
The first Jesus reel - La Vie de Le
Passion de Jesus-Christ was projected in 1897, and in the next 14
years, 39 celluloid versions of the Gospels were produced, including one
based on the Oberammergau Passion Plays, filmed on the roof of the Grand
Central Palace Hotel, New York.
In 1912 Sidney Olcott directed From the
Manger to the Cross an hour-long feature, shot on location, which with
added sound-track, survived into the 1940's.
In 1913 the British Board of Film Censors
was established. It immediately dissuaded local companies from exploiting
New Testament sources for the next 40 years. Pope Pius X banned the
showing of films in Church and so only 2 significant productions appeared,
D.W. Griffith's Intolerance (1916) and Cecil B. de Mille's epic, The
King of Kings (1928) which created the definitive movie Jesus for the
next 30 years.
J. Arthur Rank, the miller, founded the
Religious Film Society and in 1939 produced but the camera plays the role
of Jesus and his lines are taken exclusively from the King James
Authorised Version of the Bible.
The remakes of Ben Hur (1959) and of
King of Kings (1961), initiated a series of ,Jesus movies, from
leading, international directors, including Posolini's The Gospel
According to St. Matthew (1964), George Steven's The Greatest Story
Ever Told (1965), Luis Bunuel's The Milky Way (1968),
"Monty Python's" Life of Brian (1979), Martin Scorsese's The
Last Temptation of Christ (1988) and Mel Gibson's The Passion of
the Christ.
In the same period television broadcast Son of Man (1969), written by Dennis Potter, and Zeffirelli's 6.5 hour
long Jesus of Nazareth (1977), scripted by Anthony Burgess; while
the musical theatre produced 2 versions of Jesus Christ Superstar
(1971 and 2001) and Godspell (1973).
Mel Gibson's Company, Icon, has also
produced the first full-length animated version, of the Gospels, The
Miracle Maker (1999) by Stanislav Sokolov, with the voice of Ralph
Fiennes depicting Jesus.
Currently there are 67 Jesus movies, 10
made for TV., 4 made for video and 7 TV. series.
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SYLVIA
The film, "Sylvia", on current
release, portraying the marriage of Sylvia Plath to the late Ted Hughes, the
predecessor of Andrew Motion as Poet Laureate, unfortunately, makes no mention
of her Unitarian connections. Born in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, in 1932,
Sylvia Plath is now recognised as one of the greatest English language poets
of the 20th century and her work is studied in schools, colleges
and universities world wide. Her novel The Bell Jar, published in 1963,
topped the U.S. best sellers list for months and was hijacked by the feminist
movement of the 1960’s and 70’s as a major work promoting the cause of
women’s liberation. It was made into a film in 1979. Only one of her books
of poetry, The Colossus, (1960) appeared in print before she took her
own life in 1963, but there followed Ariel in 1966, Crossing
the Water, 1971, Winter Trees 1972 and her Collected Poems 1981 won
the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1983. Her Diaries and Letters have also been
published; and there have been at least three biographies, including Sylvia
Plath Remembered (1983), by a Unitarian Minister, Max Gaebler. Just before
his death, her husband published Birthday Letters (1998), his own
poetic tribute to her. Interest in her work and life is greater than ever as
is witnessed by this controversial film about her sometimes tempestuous
relationship with her husband and fellow poet, Ted Hughes.
As a child in Jamaica Plain, Sylvia attended
the Unitarian Church with her parents and younger brother. After the death of
her father in 1940, the family moved to Wellesley Massachusetts. While her
mother Aurelia taught in the Sunday School, Sylvia joined the Church Youth
Group and in 1949 attended a Star Island Unitarian youth conference. Deeply
concerned about the threat of nuclear war, Sylvia and a friend wrote an anti
– arms race essay A Youth’s Plea for World Peace which was
published by The Christian Science Monitor in March 1950.
Sylvia was an unusually bright and
industrious pupil at school and was enrolled at the prestigious Smith College,
her expenses being paid by the Unitarian novelist Olive Higgins Prouty, who
had been impressed by her great literary and intellectual gifts.
While a student at Smith College, in an
essay about Unitarianism, written for a Religious Course, she called herself
"an agnostic humanist".
At the end of her third year, Sylvia
suffered badly from clinical depression and after enduring several session of
electro-convulsive shock treatment hid herself from her family and swallowed a
huge dose of sleeping pills. The Unitarian community, including their
Minister, the Rev. William Rice and the Rev. Max Gaebler, a family friend,
spent two days searching for her before she was discovered close to death in
the crawl space under the house. She was admitted to a sanatorium for
extensive psychiatric treatment, the cost of which was again borne by Olive
Prouty who had herself suffered a nervous breakdown when a young woman. Sylvia’s
novel The Bell Jar deals with this event in great detail.
Sylvia recovered from this episode,
completed her degree, won a Fulbright Scholarship to Cambridge, where in 1956,
she met and Ted Hughes who was trying to establish himself as a poet.
She had hoped to be married in the Wellesley
Unitarian Church but in the end circumstances prevented it.
While living in England she attended the
local parish church for a while, there being no Unitarian Church nearby;
however, being "a pagan-Unitarian at best" as she described herself
in a letter to her mother, she was upset by the fundamentalist preaching and
did not return. She wrote to her mother, " I’d really be a church-goer
if I was back in Wellesley. The Unitarian Church is my church. How I miss it.
There is just no choice here." Her severe depression returned. In the
last few months of her life she felt isolated and abandoned by husband and
friends. A Unitarian connection then might have brought her some comfort.
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OLIVE HIGGINS PROUTY
In addition to being Sylvia Plath’s
benefactress, literary adviser, correspondent and friend, Olive Prouty was a
philanthropist who gave time and money to a great many charities, including
the Boston Children’s Hospital. In her will she left $50,000 to her
Unitarian Church, in Brookline which she and her husband attended for 50
years.
Born into a well-to-do family in 1882, and
married to a very wealthy husband, Olive became a highly successful novelist
and amassed yet another fortune by her own efforts. In the 1920’s,30’s and
40’s she produced one best-seller after another, and one of her works, Stella
Dallas was filmed three times, in 1925, 1937 (with Barbara Stanwyk) and in
1990 (with Bette Midler). It was made into a play in 1924 and, much to Olive’s
distress, became the basis of a radio soap-opera which was broadcast daily for
18 years! She published her last work in 1951 when her husband died and
thereafter until her death in 1974 devoted her time to philanthropy and her
local Unitarian Church. Writing gave her great pleasure and the fact that she
was earning vast sums of money as a result of doing something she enjoyed,
worried her so much that she tried to give it all away to deserving cases, one
of which of course was Sylvia Plath.
She had been brought up as an evangelical
Congregationalist, but as a teenager she came to the conclusion that the
uncompromising message from the pulpit, six days out of seven, seemed to make
little impression upon the conduct of the people in the pews. In the Unitarian
Church which she joined in the 1920’s, she found what she had been searching
for: an open-minded, compassionate religion with high ideals of service to the
community. She described her quest for religious truth as "searching with
fumbling finite mind….leaping from doubt to bright surmise."
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CHILDREN AND THE
BIBLE
| The following
answers were allegedly supplied by the children of a Catholic
Primary School when set a test of their Biblical knowledge and
understanding. |
|
| 1. |
Adam and Eve were created from an Apple Tree.
Noah's wife was called Joan of Arc. Noah built an Ark which the
animals came on in pears (sic). |
| 2. |
Lot's wife was a pillar of salt during the day,
but a ball of fire by night. |
| 3. |
The Jews were a proud people and throughout
history they had trouble wit the unsympathetic Genitals. |
| 4. |
Samson stayed the Philistines with the axe of the
Apostles. |
| 5. |
Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they
made unleavened bread which is bread without any ingredients. |
| 6. |
The Egyptians were all drowned in the desert.
Afterwards Moses went up Mount Cyanide to get the Ten
Commandments. |
| 7. |
The First Commandment was when Eve told Adam to
eat the apple. |
| 8. |
The greatest miracle of the Bible is when Joshua
told his son to stand still and he obeyed him. |
| 9. |
Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and
700 porcupines |
| 10. |
Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate
contraption. |
| 11. |
It was a miracle when Jesus rose from the
dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance. |
| 12. |
The people who followed the Lord were called
twelve decibels. |
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THE ORKNEY ADVENTURE
By Lesley Mckeown
When Bill Stephen asked me to write this
piece for "The Link", it led me to reflect back to the
conception of my dream to return to Orkney after an eight year sojourn in
York and create a Unitarian Fellowship and a Retreat Centre there.
Both of us were nearing that "certain
age" and feeling that if we did not make our move now we never would!
We know and love Orkney, its people and way of life. Its beauty and
peacefulness evokes in me a deep spiritual sense which I find nowhere
else. This I wished to share with others, so the idea of a retreat was
born. We found many others shared our dream and were willing to lend and
give us money, enabling us to buy a property on the island of Shapinsay,
comprising of a cottage with various out-buildings suitable for conversion
into accommodation for eight people, plus a small chapel.
So on 24th June 2003, that momentous day,
we left Barstow Ave. York on our epic journey, pulling our caravan behind
us, with the furniture van before us. After an
eventful journey we limped noisily into Aberdeen to board the ferry, with
a blown exhaust.
I kept a diary of our first three months
and the entry for that evening was "...being such a beautiful balmy
evening, we had a wonderful, gentle crossing, arriving in Kirkwall at
11.30, rather jaded and disorientated, but so happy to he there. Leaving
the ship that had carried us so safely behind us brightening the dark
night with its myriad of lights, we were met by children running for a hug
from their grandparents".
Also from my diary: "Wednesday June
25th. Another wonderful, clear, sunny day, so a perfect crossing to
Shapinsay in just 25 minutes. Approaching Balfour Castle and the pier and
seeing the place that was to be our home for the rest of our lives and the
fulfilment of our dreams was more moving than I can find words for. It was
as though my spirit had been liberated, becoming fully creative for the
work ahead".
As the cottage at Haughland is below
tolerable standards for living in, we have been renting a cottage a minute
from the sea and surrounded by sea. Just to be woken up by the sound of
the seabirds and the bleating of sheep instead of traffic and noisy
neighbours is bliss. Exploring the beach that first morning we found an
abundance of shells and coral, and also some mushrooms that Bill (husband)
fried up for breakfast.
To illustrate how quickly we blended in to
our surroundings is an entry I made, dated 6th July . ....... in the
morning we decided to walk along the headland towards another beach to
ours which was round the corner out of sight of the Cottage so had to be
explored! As we arrived we were harassed by a couple of terns circling
overhead that obviously thought we were trespassing on their territory! We
also stumbled across a gannet, sadly dead on the beach, a large beautiful
bird with its distinctive, blue- striped beak. We were also excited to see
seals off-shore. What was amusing though was Bill's remark as he was busy
searching for birds with his binoculars, 'Oh, look, there's some people,'
as we saw a family on the beach, a quarter of a mile away."
By August last year, we had thought that
work would be able to start at Haughland in September. However. because a
year had lapsed since the original builder's estimate, costs had increased
so it meant submitting a fresh application for grants. Also we haven't yet
raised enough money to complete the project, so further delaying work
starting.
Meanwhile I haven't been standing
"idly by" doing nothing. Since August, Orkney Unitarians have
been meeting once a month. We met for the first six months at the Kirkwall
(main town) leisure Centre in a very attractive room called "The
Noust". Which proved to be rather noisy as it is next to the café!
Then I discovered "The Strond" a nissan hut converted into an
art-gallery, with a kitchen and bathroom, seven miles out of Kirkwall and
on the bus route. It's a lot cheaper to hire than "The Noust"
with a welcoming and relaxed atmosphere. We now have our meetings there on
the last Sunday of the month at 2.30pm. in the upper room with a view
overlooking the loch. We are struggling, with the number attending very
unpredictable, so it hasn't been possible yet to become constitutionalised!
I don't think there is such a word. However. I am sure you know what I
mean. I had a very different experience in Harrogate where the numbers
were very consistent. However, I see this as a challenge and an
opportunity to try out new ideas.
While living in York, I regularly attended
the Meditation Sessions at St. Savioursgate (Unitarian Church), and when I
could, I went to the Meditational Fellowship weekends which I always
enjoyed tremendously. Also meditation was part of my studies at UCM
(Unitarian College Manchester) with David Monk. Consequently, I came to
appreciate the value of meditation in all its many traditions, in worship,
in helping find the "authentic self" and in spiritual growth.
Also, it's a practice that has an influence on all aspects of living by
increasing the awareness of the importance of the present moment, to be
mindful of others and the environment. Meditation fits in so well with our
Unitarian values and ethos, and is already part of our worship, that I
felt it would be good to try some sessions in Orkney and see what response
I got.
The first session was at the regular
Unitarian Meeting Sunday and was well received with two new people
attending, but only two of the regulars. So I decided to keep the
Unitarian meetings as they were and develop the meditation sessions on a
different day. I chose a Monday at 12.30pm, meeting at the "Strond"
and asking people to bring their lunch if they wished. Six people came to
that first session four months ago. The time appeared to he right, and it
is good to have a chat over lunch afterwards We have met every week since
then; even when I was away, someone else led the meditation. Averaging
around eight people - one week we had twelve - it has become important to
people's lives. I have since developed two more sessions a week in
different areas, all going well. This sort of group appears to be what
people are looking for, and is what I feel happy doing. I consider it part
of my ministry and I believe engagement groups could in time evolve from
these meditation sessions, being part of a small group ministry. I find
this process exciting and Spiritually enriching, as I feel, do the people
in the groups I am working with.
As for the Retreat Centre, we are now
setting up a Charitable Trust, called the Haughland House Trust. We have
decided on this move for two reasons: first, to ensure the property stays
in Unitarian hands in the future; and also to preserve the buildings for
the community because of their historical value to the local heritage,
because we have since discovered that of the out-buildings, one is a
traditional smithy and another is a cart-house, both dating from 1900.
Having charity status will give us access to further funding and we will
also he able to claim gift aid.
We had hoped to open this year; however,
with the setbacks, it will now he in May 2005. Look forward to seeing you
all there.
Yours, in fellowship,
Lesley Mckeown.
If you would like to support this
Project with a donations please make the cheque payable to "Haughland
House Trust" and send it to Haughland, Shapinsay, Orkney, KW17 2DY.
Or contact me by e-mail:
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THE CONTEXT OF EVIL
The war in Iraq has cast up yet another
appalling contradiction. Young soldiers, brought up in a God-fearing,
law-abiding, well-intentioned community and serving the cause of democracy
have been accused of inhumane and cruel behaviour in the course of
interrogating Iraqi prisoners in Abu Ghraib Jail in Baghdad. There is
world-wide outrage. The U.S. President has apologised to the people of
Iraq and embarrassed U.S. politicians are demanding an immediate
investigation. How can decency, rectitude, discipline, justice, trust and humanitarianism have been so completely
betrayed by those who were there to
safeguard these very ideals?
We may not always he happy to admit it, but we
all have the potential to harm our fellow beings, given the appropriate
circumstances anti motivation. Fear, greed, jealousy, revenge, spite,
hatred, contempt, indifference, ignorance, prejudice, thoughtlessness, even
lack of imagination may provoke any one of us to do evil. Most of us have
been taught from childhood to control our emotions in the name of good
order and are constantly subject to the promptings of conscience. At the same
time the community in which we live has erected a structure of laws against
wrong-doing to ensure the security of freedom of us all. The Rule of Law
exists to guarantee justice and fair play for us all, no matter how lowly anti
insignificant our station or how meagre our financial resources. We who
abide by the law may live secure within the fortress of the law an(] defy the
assaults of the lawless, no matter how powerful and rich they may be. But a
great sea change is upon us; a cancer is attacking our Rule of Law and the
fabric of democracy is beginning to crumble.
From earliest times, there have
been two contradictory views of the rights and wrongs of human behaviour. One
view holds that there are objective, universal, moral laws which are valid in
every age and in every society. This is the principle upon which the Ten
Commandments is based. The other view claims that morality is a purely
personal matter, that it is up to the individual to make up his or her own
mind as to what is right and what is wrong: what may be one person's idea of
acceptable behaviour may appear to be wicked in the eyes of another. In this
view there is no such thing as a standard of behaviour common to all and so
there is no such thing as evil as there is no agreed definition as to what
evil might be. Over the past three decades, this latter view has become more
and more influential and increasingly people claim to be morally independent
and act as they please without reference to other people. This state of
affairs was acknowledged twenty years ago when Margaret Thatcher informed
the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland that there was "no such
thing as Society".
Morality and the Rule of Law depend upon the assent of
the community; if there is no community, there is no general agreement about
what is right and wrong, and so we descend into moral anarchy, where
"might is right" and no one is safe.
This policy of ruthless
self-interest and reliance upon naked power employed by nations inevitably led
to wars and to overcome this difficulty a community of nations was created
first of all the League of Nations and since 1945, the United Nation.
Individual members agreed to abide by the resolutions of the majority and the
U.N. became the judge of what was lawful behaviour among the nations.
Last
year Britain and America invaded the sovereign state of Iraq, against the
wishes of the United Nations and in the teeth of strong opposition from the
major nations of the world. By doing so they undermined the authority of the
community of nations and the principle of the Rule of law. The attack upon
Iraq was an exercise in the use of vastly superior military and economic power
to overwhelm a comparatively puny state, which in spite of claims to the
contrary, was no threat to Britain or the U.S.A. There was some misguided
notion that by overthrowing the government of Iraq, the world would be
made a safer place; that potential terrorists would be overawed by this
demonstration of might, put away their bombs and live out their lives in
peaceful inactivity. However, we all know that wars beget wars; that killing
breeds resentment and anger, and that these generate an irresistible desire
for revenge. And so anarchy is unleashed upon the world, the context of evil
is established, we are all now potential targets and the democracies of
Britain and America are responsible.
Over the past few years the U.S. has
reneged on the Kyoto Global Warming Agreement, weakened the force of the
Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty by its Nuclear Posture Review, demanded
immunity for its citizens before the International Criminal Court and immunity
for its service personnel from prosecution by Iraqi Courts,
ignored the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade and demonstrated
to the world that American interests are above The Rule of Law.
If the U.S. Government's general demeanour seems to indicate
an indifference to
international law, regulations and agreements, it is not surprising that its
soldiers behave in a similar manner. What the great one's do, the lesser
will copy. If the U.S. administration shows that it undervalues the people
of other nations by its treatment of those nations, then its service personnel
have a model for their own behaviour towards the nationals of a state which
they have Occupied. In condemning the actions of these prison guards, the U.S.
administration is condemning itself.
If democracy is under threat as we
are assured it is, if our personal security is now compromised, if the
forces of evil are battering at our gates, the actions of our governments
over the past few years are responsible. Force is no substitute for
consensus, as the use of force leads to oppression and oppression destroys
democracy.
By defying the Rule of Law the British and
U.S. governments
appears to he bent on destroying the democratic ideals they are claiming to
defend. This contradiction is typical of the moral incoherence that
flourishes in this context of evil.
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DANGEROUS RAINBOW
by Bill Stephen
....... suddenly, an avalanche of
soot and grit cascaded into the room, accompanied by a wail of anguish as
Oliver Hardy crash-landed on the hearth-stone. Then the screen went black,
the soundtrack moaned and and the lights came up, provoking universal
rage and a chorus of, howls, shouts, whistles and catcalls, over a ground
bass of stamping feet. A deluge of ice-cream cartons descended upon the
occupants of the front rows, but the appearance of the town bobby stifled
any hope of retaliation. By his side, was a tall, gaunt woman, dressed all
in black, her gloved fingers clasping what appeared to be a limp-covered
Bible.
As they walked slowly up the aisle, row by
row, inspecting the faces, a hush spread like a blight across the audience
until the only sound was the rustle of subdued voices.
Two seats in front of me, the black clad
woman, slipped like a shadow along the row, anti seized a girl by the arm.
"She's here", she called out. "Come home. Come away now.
What a place to he found in! What a terrible place. I've been out of my
mind with worry." her voice quavered with anxiety. "What could
you be thinking about, to put me through this?" The girl stood up.
Her head was bowed. Her thin shoulders were heaving, fighting for breath
as her sobbing emptied her lungs. The girl next to her. with tinsel
shining in her hair, leapt up. "Let her stay. Let Chrissie stay, Mrs
Gauld." She put her arms around her and held her tightly. "I'll
look after her. She'll be alright. She's never seen Laurel and Hardy. 'I'hey're
a right laugh." I recognised both girls; they were in my class.
"Let her be ...... and her name is
Christian." The woman's face was long and ashen. Her lips were
trembling and bloodless. She looked at the policeman, the ultimate
authority, and as he nodded approvingly, she dragged her daughter into the
aisle. Now in tears herself, "You are wicked, wicked," she
turned to Chrissie's friends. "The harm you have done!" Clinging
to each other, suddenly embarrassed by the whole scene, mother and
daughter slowly moved towards the exit pursued by sporadic cheers and
calls of "Good riddance!"
The doors closed behind them. The lights
dimmed anti the screen glowed once more. Ollie, still jammed into the
fireplace, removed his bowler, flicked off a spec of soot and yelped in
pain as a brick struck him on the head with a satisfying thud. The
auditorium rocked with relief.
We were a dowdy lot in our school, kitted
out by austerity, in home-knitted jerseys and cardigans of washed out moss
green, bracken brown and storm - cloud grey. Seen from Miss Carle's point
of view, seated at our tiered desks, we must have resembled a dank, misty
hillside. There was, however, one bright splash of colour, Vera Paton.
Vera's mother was handy with a needle and had provided her with a wardrobe
of brightly coloured dresses clearly influenced by Hollywood. Vera wore
ribbons in her hair, necklaces, brooches and bangles and some days
glittered like a Christmas tree. The Paton family were talented musicians
and operated their own Concert Party. Vera, at 11 years old, had a good
ear, a sweet voice, played the piano and could dance. She had an extensive
repertoire of song-and-dance routines which she performed at the slightest
encouragement and ran an impromptu dance academy in the shelter sheds on
rainy days. She had a sunny, friendly nature and affected everyone with
her good humour and zest for life, so that she was always the centre of a
noisy, happy crowd.
It was a school tradition that every
Christmas, Primary Seven pupils organised a school concert. Vera, of
course, was appointed director and started auditioning and rehearsing in
October. She quickly discovered the majority of us were not particularly
talented, were seriously lacking in imagination and reluctant to expose
our inadequacies to the rest of the school. Apart from herself and a small
entourage of loyal buddies, there was no show. She embarked upon a charm
'offensive, flattering, cajoling, bribing (sweets were still rationed),
enthusing, with only modest success, until she came to Chrissie Gauld and
her two friends.
These girls belonged to an exclusive,
fundamentalist congregation and did not mix with the rest of us. They kept
to their own corner of the playground, ate their play-time buns together
and took no part in social events.
One rainy afternoon, when we were allowed
to stay indoors in the cloakrooms during the interval, Vera found them
lurking in a cleaner's cupboard (out of bounds at all times) and
threatened them with exposure unless they sang for her. Standing by the
sink and holding hands, like three martyrs on the scaffold, they solemnly
launched into "O God of Bethel by whose hand ...... Chrissie's voice
rang out, clear and true, a pure, liquid sound, soaring effortlessly above
the mops and rancid scouring cloths, along the corridor, into the
staff-room and stilling the din in the cloakrooms. Chrissie had been
discovered.
Vera immediately set about trying to
persuade her discovery to sing in the concert; but she would shake her
head and walk away. Vera appealed to the Headmaster, who suggested to
Chrissie that she had a God-given talent that would bring beauty and joy
into people's lives. She shook her head and stared at the floor.
"Shall I go and see your mother and ask her if you can sing for
us?" Chrissie's face blanched at the suggestion. "No! No!"
she shouted in real distress and burst into tears. " Very well, we'll
say no more about that. However, do you know Psalm 100? There's a verse
there that says, 'Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence
with singing.' Will you give that some thought, just to please me?"
A few days later, Chrissie and her friends
offered to sing "All things bright and beautiful" and Vera
accepted. She eventually persuaded Chrissie to sing "Morning has
broken" on her own and even more remarkable to join her in a duet
version of "Over the Rainbow" which was quite unknown to
Chrissie, since they had no wireless or gramophone in her home and she had
never visited a cinema. She loved the song and was enthralled by the sound
their voices made when blended in harmony. She had also fallen under
Vera's spell and spent more and more time in her company.
The concert, presented in the school hall,
on the Friday we broke up for the Christmas holidays, was a great success.
Vera had bullied the boys into shirts and ties and the girls into party
dresses and we did our best to perform as she directed. Chrissie, still in
her sombre everyday clothes, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her face
shining with joy, sent her voice soaring through the building, filling
every nook and cranny with glorious sound. The music possessed her, body
and soul, and at the end of the duet, she stood, transfixed, quivering,
every fibre of her being thrilling with pleasure, as the school applauded.
Never had she felt so self-aware; never felt so alive; she was way up
high, in ecstasy.
Next day, (Saturday morning) we were to
attend the School Board's Christmas treat, a free cinema show,
"Laughing Gravy" and "'The Wizard of Oz". Still
intoxicated by the performance and the adulation, Chrissie agreed to skip
Saturday morning Bible study and meet Vera at the cinema to hear Judy
Garland sing "Over the Rainbow". Many years later, I heard the
rest of the story from a colleague, who was Chrissie's cousin
During the weeks of rehearsal, she
hall been troubled by doubts. She felt disloyal to her mother, her
upbringing and her church. Her mother condemned any form of entertainment
as frivolous distraction from the true purpose of life, the worship of
God; and singing had to he confined to the psalms and paraphrases ; all
other forms of music were sheer vanity. She tried to draw comfort from
Psalm 100, but worried in case it only applied to singing in church.
She knew her mother would disapprove of
Vera's song and dance routines, her stage appearances, her interest in
fashion and make-up, her knowledge of films and film stars, her talk of
jazz-bands and swing-music. In her mother's terms, Chrissie saw that Vera
was godless and profane, and she often embarrassed her with her frankness,
but she could not condemn her. She was obedient in class; she was friendly
and helpful and care-free and exhilarating and made everyone around her
feel life was worth living.. How could a person be good and bad at the
same time? How could such a lovely person be an abomination unto the
Lord'? In Vera's company she felt light-headed, free-as-air, but on her
own, that fear of being weighed in the balance and found wanting for
liking an ungodly person and for deceiving her mother, returned to make
her life a misery. She was being torn in two. She longed to confess to her
mother, but could not, without being disloyal to Vera, and she did so much
want to sing in the concert.
The evening after the concert she was
extremely agitated. She was charged ,with a rampaging energy she could not
control. Inside she was cart-wheeling and whirling and spinning and
dancing and singing, her cars ringing with sounds of applause. She could
not eat; she could not settle; she wandered from room to room; was
pre-occupied and withdrawn. She listening to her own voice singing,
"Birds fly over the rainbow, way up high, if birds fly over the
rainbow, why, oh why can't 1?" until the longing to be free of the
God of "'Thou Shall not" and the fear of His wrath, became
almost irresistible. Life was meant to be bright and colourful and fun.
She would fly, she would soar, she would sing.
Early next morning, she slipped out of the
house and walked around the streets until it was time to meet with Vera.
She was astonished at the strength of her resolve. Today, she would please
herself. Once again she was making an important decision and striking out
on her own. This would create a major barrier between herself and her
mother, but she felt confident enough to accept the responsibility and
live with the consequences.
Realising that Christian had left the house
uncharacteristically without saying a word, Mrs Gauld with growing unease
set out for Church to conduct the Bible study class, hoping to find her
daughter there. Christian's friends eventually confessed their
participation in the school concert and suggested she had gone to the
cinema. Appalled by her daughter's deceitfulness and by the moral danger
she was then embracing, she crossed town to the cinema, enlisting the aid
of the local constable on the way.
On the pavement, outside the cinema, Mrs
Gauld hugged her daughter and wept with relief. She felt she had arrived
in time. Christian had been exposed to nothing more than some foolish
clowning; her innocence was intact. They returned to their church where
Mrs Gauld taught the parable of the Prodigal Son.
Christian never sang in profane company
again. She persuaded herself that she had been motivated by sheer vanity
and that the exhilaration she had felt was of the flesh and not of the
spirit. Her mother's distress was too great a price to pay for her pursuit
of rainbows; better by far, she decided, to shelter within the cosy
labyrinth of the Scriptures, safe from hard decisions and the complexities
of the modern world.
Two Christmases ago, Chrissie passed me in
the street, a tall, gaunt woman, dressed in black, holding by the hand a
little girl swathed in a dark grey duffle-coat, still holding fast to the
faith.
We never heard Vera sing again either. A
few months after the Christmas concert, she and her family moved to
England and eventually to Australia ...... still chasing rainbows!
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A CRISIS OF TRUST
Newspaper and radio pundits, pollsters, politicians and
occasionally clergymen on "Thought for the Day" are all
trying to convince us that we, the people of Great Britain, have lost
faith in our national institutions. We doubt every word uttered by
government ministers (Westminster & Holyrood); we are critical of
the N.H.S.; we have a jaundiced view of the railways; we find fault with
the quality of services provided by local authorities; and we suspect
multi-national companies are motivated solely by self-interest. All sorts
of professionals feel they have lost the trust of the general public,
doctors, dentists, teachers, lawyers, social workers, bankers etc. as we
seem to live in a climate of suspicion. Yet, we are all aware that trust
is essential for everyday living and we constantly trust all sorts of
people. We take for granted that the bus-driver will follow the published
route; we expect clean water to issue from the kitchen tap,
that electricity will flow at the touch of a switch, and that the mail
will he delivered regularly; we don't expect to be poisoned in a restaurant or sold rotting or
contaminated goods in a supermarket or
cheated in the Building Society. We still use the trains, consult
the doctor, undergo operations in hospital, send children to school and
deposit money in banks. If we cannot place trust in each other and in our
institutions, life becomes impossible.
Democracy depends upon trust. Our democratic rights are only meaningful if there are people and
institutions who are obliged to supply and uphold these rights and do so fully and fairly on every occasion.
Children may have a right
to be educated, but that right is only meaningful if there are teachers
qualified and prepared to teach them. The right to medical care is only
credible if there are doctors available to provide it. The right to a fair
trial is possible only where judges are unbiased, witnesses and the Police testify truthfully
and everyone involved acts honestly. A right to free speech or fair elections
means everyone involved must be absolutely committed to the principle, even where
self interest may be damaged, otherwise there is no such right. A right to
clean
water and sufficient nourishment is meaningless if no one has been
allocated the duty and the resources to supply them. Our democracy,
then, relies upon trust, that those who have the responsibilities
of' safeguarding and supplying out rights, do so faithfully.
Terrorists,
cheats, criminals frequently damage this trust by making use of it to
further their own devious ends. Because they know the majority of people are honest
and trusting of others they are able to take advantage. There also use various forms of coercion
to force their
victims to break their duly of trust others, for instance, by
giving false evidence in a trial etc. Terrorists try to extort
concessions from governments by attacking innocent and unprotected citizens in
situations where they would never suspect any danger, thus creating a climate
of fear and a sharp decline in trust as we have seen recently at airports, resulting in
frustration, dislocation and confusion.
Democratic governments, realising the
importance of trust, and being very sensitive to suggestions that trust is
failing, feel the need to act, and in consequence, perhaps over-react. Whether
we do mistrust national institutions seems unproved since we all still use
them, but our government has decided that there is a case to answer and
believes that the solution is to make every service-provider and every
official much more accountable. An enormous volume of legislation, regulations
and control has over the past few years, demanding conformity to detailed
procedures, compliance with prescribed work schedules, and setting performance
targets and establishing league tables, all levelled it health trusts, Police
forces, schools, universities and colleges, social work departments, the
private sector and even voluntary organisations. Every activity is
audited, tested and assessed on the basis of national guidelines and funded
according to performance. All this detailed machinery is controlled by central
government, ignorant of local conditions, and intended to reassure us that we
can trust all service providers whoever and whatever they may be. The trouble
is so much time and effort are required to record and report, prioritise
resources as required by the government, whether relevant or not, coping with
changing and ever more stringent regulations that less time is available to
provide the services everyone wants them to provide, and so government
aspirations remain unfulfilled and the consumer still feels let down.
Democratic governments also set great store
by transparency to reassure people They claim to abandon
secrecy and provide masses of information. However, people
exercise their judgment as to the accuracy of the information and as
to who is providing it. Lack of secrecy does not imply lack of deception
and a mass of unsorted and undigested information does not lead to
knowledge or clarity of understanding. People who are compelled to
write regular reports for public consumption can provide bland, general statements that
conceal as much as they reveal and slanting a story one way or another to evade the
whole truth or even
to mislead is a well understood and frequently practised skill.
Information appears frequently in the public domain these days
without an attributable source so there is no guarantee of its accuracy: and even when the
author may be known, we may be ignorant of his or her motives in publishing: is it for the
general good; personal gain or what? Socrates refused to commit his ideas
to writing because once they left his hand he would have no control over
them and what other people might do to them or with them. His own spoken
words
he could vouch for; he could be interrogated, could be made accountable.
This is
not the case today when blind acceptance of information, no matter how
spurious, is the norm. Tabloid newspapers can make unjustified claims about almost anything and expect to be believed by a large proportion
of their readers. Transparency, then, the right to know, the freedom of
the press, all appear to be reassuring features of democracy, but, only if
their honesty and integrity are beyond reproach;
otherwise they undermine that trust that is the basis of democracy.
In the end, trust is the product of
complete honesty and responsibility at every level. No matter how
insignificant the duty it must be performed perfectly. ("For want of
a nail the battle was lost.") No matter how painful the consequences,
the truth must be told. The price of democracy is constant vigilance; if
we allow truth to he compromised, we risk the collapse of democracy at
every level, local as well as national.
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FOLK TALE
A friend, Michael, who is partially disabled was
attacked and injured by a young man on a busy thoroughfare, while
he was standing at a bus-stop, because he refused to give him
"a couple of quid for a pint". Michael is a member of a
writer's circle and wrote a poem about this experience. His poem
subsequently won first prize in a national poetry competition and
was included in an anthology published recently. |
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