Wild Saints & Wild Christianity

 

It was roughly 30 years ago that I drove with son Isaac, just emerging as a teen, from Sudbury to Toronto to attend a seminar with the Rev Herbert O'Driscoll. He was an Irish-Canadian Anglican writing regularly in the United Church Observer magazine but we made the trek because he was speaking about Celtic Christianity, a relatively new area of exploration at the time. O'Driscoll had recently published a memoir The Leap of the Deer: Memories of a Celtic Childhood. He was a fine presenter and he had lots to say about the Celtic saints who were known for their love and immersion in the natural world or Creation. 

Through the years I have been fascinated by the legends of these hermits who communed with birds and otters and other creatures. On one level they are highly improbable and on another they remind us that these Christians had adopted the sense of interconnectedness with nature that they took on from the Druids and is also part of our biblical story. 

I see that writer/theologian Paul Kingsnorth, now living in Ireland, is writing The Book of Wild Saints, and I can hardly wait for it to be published. Kingsnorth is an admirer of St. Kevin, one of my favourite Celtic saints as well. Here are a few paragraphs from a piece he wrote for his substack earlier this month. 

Yesterday was the feast day of St Kevin of Glendalough. Kevin, or Coemgen, whose story I told here in April, was one of the Christian wilderness ascetics who I’ve taken to calling ‘wild saints.’ I am fascinated with these people. Why? Well, partly because I think they bring the Christian Way to its purest expression. Partly because their stories are so intriguing and eccentric and sometimes even inexplicable. There’s a deep mystery to them. And finally because I have a strong intuition that they have something important to tell us today.

What could that be? I tried to get at the answer in an essay I wrote last year for First Things magazine, entitled A Wild Christianity. In that essay, I wrote that we are living in what we might call a ‘desert time’: a time of collapse and change and radical reinvention. If that is true, then these old Fathers and Mothers of the desert might have something to tell us about how to live in it:

I feel like I am being firmly pointed, day after day, back toward the green desert that forms my Christian inheritance … Back to the song that is sung quietly through the land by its maker, the song that is in the stream running, in the mist wreathing the crags, the growling of the rooks, the thunder over the mountains. Back to the caves, to the skelligs, to the deserts green and brown … I feel that in another time of crisis and confusion we need to go back to our roots, both literal and spiritual. To flee from the gaze of a civilised centre that denies God and launches salvo after salvo daily against the human soul. To seek out a wild Christianity, which will see us praying for hours in the sea as the otters play around us. To understand—to remember—that the Earth and the world are not the same thing.

In recent years I've come to appreciate Indigenous spirituality and have been humbled by how dismissive colonial culture has been, of this gift, including the Christian church. I do want to rekindle my love of the Celtic saints as well. 

At this time of year we to endeavour to be outside as much as possible, although this year the mosquitoes are not creatures I am willing to embrace as a treasure from the Creator. 

Ebola and Burying the Dead

 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them.

 Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep. 

                                                      Romans 12: 14-15 NRSVue

I listened to a brave science and medicine reporter for the New York Times describe the circumstances in the region of the DR Congo where the Ebola virus is sickening and killing hundreds and perhaps thousands. There are many issues including lack of medical supplies and isolation. Another is the funeral practices of families who have lost loved ones. Not only to they want to bury the deceased, it is customary for mourners to touch the face of the person, a disaster with a highly infectious disease. It has been very difficult for officials to dissuade families from doing this and conspiracy theories abound. 

We saw how traumatic it was for those who couldn't be with loved ones as they died during the COVID pandemic and funeral gatherings weren't allowed. It seems that this disrupted burial practices here in Canada that we are still experiencing.

I thought about my first pastoral charge in ministry beginning in 1980. I've described it as a Maritime Green Acres because I was the minister from the big city of Toronto arriving at my five preaching points in outport Newfoundland. So much there was different from what I took for granted about religious practice and I was the odd person. God help me when I naively messed with those conventions. 

I was quietly appalled at the custom for mourners to touch the face of a deceased person as the body lay in the casket at the back of the church. Funeral homes were an hour way back then so folks filed in, some of them weeping dramatically, all of them touching the dearly departed. I actually came to respect these customs to a degree even though they were a departure from the stoic funerals and memorials I grew up with. Why wouldn't we weep at the loss of someone who was precious to us? 

We can pray that this Ebola outbreak will be brought under control soon, although it is proving to be a challenge. I suppose we can all ask what customs and observances we would want when we're "promoted to glory." 

Sagrada Familia and LEGO

 

                                                                Lego Sagrada Familia -- Antonio Gaudi 

I have expressed my regret that I will never visit Sagrada Familia Basilica, the astonishing architecture tour de force of Antonio Gaudi. 

Construction work began in 1883  and in February of this year, Sagrada Família became the world's tallest church when a part of its central tower was lifted into place. The official dedication service and ceremony will take place on June 10th. Gaudi was a brilliant architect and a person of deep Christian faith who attended mass almost daily. I've written about the movement to have him recognized as a saint of the Roman Catholic Church. 

LEGO, the construction toy that has launched untold numbers of profane outbursts by parents who stepped on them has created its own Sagrada Familia masterpiece. The new LEGO Architecture set was announced to mark the 100th anniversary of the death of the renowned architect Antoni Gaudí. At 12,060 pieces, the model surpasses the previous record holder, the LEGO Art World Map, by nearly 500 pieces. You can preorder the set, to be released in November, for a modest $1,100 Canadian. 

I've already teased my six-year-old grandson, a LEGO savant, that it would probably take him the better part of a day to complete this model. I won't offer to purchase it for him so I can't enjoy the basilica vicariously either. 

What an amazing accomplishment stretching across three centuries.

The Journey of Abraham into the 21st Century

1 To Abraham and Sarah the call of God was clear,

'Go forth and I will show you a country rich and fair.

You need not fear the journey for I have pledged my word,

that you shall be my people and I will be your God.'

2 From Abraham and Sarah arose a pilgrim race,

dependent for their journey on God's abundant grace;

and in their heart was written by God this saving word:

'that you shall be my people and I will be your God.'

3 We of this generation on whom God's hand is laid,

can journey to the future secure and unafraid,

rejoicing in God's goodness and trusting in this word:

'that you shall be my people and I will be your God.'

                                       Voices United 634

 I see that the Common Lectionary, or schedule of Sunday scripture readings, offers us passages from Genesis and the story of Abraham. In fact the next four weeks tell us a bunch of gripping tales about a bunch of important characters. Abram and Sarai are called by God this week and are renamed Abraham and Sarah. Then this ancient pair are informed by angels or travelers or God that they will have a son, against all odds. The following week we're introduced to Hagar and Ishmael, revered figures in Islam. We'll then move on to the disturbing near-sacrifice of beloved son Isaac by father Abraham with the promise of a new covenant. 

These stories are key to Judaism and Islam and Christianity and in some respects bind these three monotheistic religions together and push them apart. Years ago Bruce Feiler wrote an insightful book exploring the good, the bad, and the ugly of these connections. 

One of the few positive developments in the first Trump administration are what are known as the Abraham Accords of 2020. They offered a glimmer of hope for peace in the Middle East, or at least a de-escalation of mistrust and possible violence. All that changed with the attacks by Hamas on Israel in 2023, followed by the horrendous campaign of retribution in Gaza. Then Trump blew up the stability of the region with the ongoing war with Iran, and Israel invaded Lebanon.  

In the on-again, off-again ceasefire Trump has repeatedly claimed that a peace deal with Iraq is at hand but has baffled many with his insistence that a condition will be a number of nations signing on to the Accords:

I am mandatorily requesting that all Countries immediately sign the Abraham Accords, and that, if Iran signs its Agreement with me, as President of the United States of America, it would be an Honor to have them also be part of this unparalleled World Coalition,

Is "mandatorily requesting" akin to "volun-told"? Who knows. This unexpected insistence hasn't played well with several nations. 

It is interesting that thousands of years after this saga of Abraham and Sarah and others unfolded there is still at least symbolic heft, even though a certain leader probably couldn't find in the bible if his life depended on it. 

May the blessing of the God of Sarah and Hagar,

as of Abraham,

the blessing of the Son, born of the woman Mary,

and the blessing of the Spirit, who broods over us

as a mother her children,

be with you all. Amen.

                      Voices United 428

The Hypocrisy of Character Building Sport

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Therefore the people turn and praise them

    and find no fault in them.
11 And they say, “How can God know?
    Is there knowledge in the Most High?”
12 Such are the wicked;
    always at ease, they increase in riches.

Psalm 73: 10-12 NRSVue

As game one of the Stanley Cup Finals got underway last night I was aware that one of the key players for the Vegas Golden Knights was involved in a high profile trial last year 

Five former junior hockey players were acquitted of sexual assault in a London Ontario courtroom last July and there was no surprise in our household, sad to say. When Ruth was a support worker in a women's shelter she often accompanied clients to court in abuse and assault cases and saw how the legal deck of burden of proof was stacked against them. 

In yet another "he said, she said" trial the argument was not about five young men engaging in group sex with a young woman, it was about consent. Ultimately the judge concluded that there wasn't reasonable evidence that this sordid incident was illegal even though it was sickening that most of these young men enthusiastically engaged in this behaviour.

Some of them had already gone on to NHL careers by the time of the trial and one of them, Carter Hart, was an emerging star goaltender for the Philadelphia Flyers. The league suspended them for a time but Hart was pursued by several NHL teams, including both now in the finals. Hart chose to sign with Vegas rather than the Hurricanes and even though I sense it was a porous game (I couldn't watch)  Hart is now three wins away from a Stanley Cup Championship.

The Golden Knights management team and coach speak about what a fine young man Hart is and he has spoken about what he has learned in rather vague terms. Yet I haven't seen any specific apology for what happened in that hotel room or for the terrible example it sets for young athletes.

 I shake my head at how often people speak reverentially about the benefits of collective sport for kids without much reflection on whether there is any moral compass for young athletes. I'm not suggesting that children and their parents should attend Morals and Ethics 101 classes as a requirement for participation. Yet this high profile case is not an anomaly in a culture of often toxic manhood. Then there are the parents who harass referees and shockingly rage away in the stands. How is this "character building"? 

The God I worship is one of second chances and forgiveness, so I want to generous in my outlook. My faith also includes acknowledgement of wrongdoing (we used to call it sin) and heartfelt repentance. 

It would be unfair to describe Carter Hart as wicked and this is really a systemic problem. Now, though, he is those few games from being a Stanley Cup hero and it doesn't sit right with me. 

UFOs and...Demons?

                                                                    from Project Hail Mary

 “When an alien resides with you in your land, you shall not oppress the alien.  

The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the native-born among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.

Leviticus 19: 33-34 NRSVue 

Just when one might assume that things couldn't get any stranger south of the border they do. The United States government has released murky images collected through the years of UFOs -- Unidentified Flying Objects -- UAPs -- Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena. As always, sightings and indistinct photos lead to speculation about visits from intelligent life from beyond our solar system. 

I am certainly open to this possibility although you'd figure that if space travellers managed to get this close to Earth they'd have the ability to make contact in some meaningful way. 

It turns out that there have already been gatherings of conservative Christian pastors and leaders who are Some worry that it undercuts the Bible’s account of the Earth and humanity as the centerpiece of God’s plan for the universe. If God came to save humanity in Jesus Christ what will the possibility of aliens mean for the Christian narrative? 

Among atheists and agnostics in the United States, 85 percent say their best guess is that intelligent life exists outside Earth. Among white evangelicals, only 40 percent say the same. So, what have some of them concluded? That these are demons and we must be spiritually prepared for a demonic invasion. The Vice-President, JD Vance, a possible president at some point, supported this bizarre contention as a guest on a conservative podcast. 

There are sensible Christians who offer different responses. Decades ago CS Lewis (Narnia Series)  entertained the possibility of extra-terrestrial life in an essay and a trilogy of novels. A few years back a Vatican scientist made headlines when he mused that aliens might have souls, and said he would baptize an alien “if they asked.” Just how would an alien communicate this desire? 

Russell Moore a sensible evangelical and editor of Christianity Today says that proof of extraterrestrial life should pose no threat to Christianity and need not be received with hostility. “If we assume the possibility that there’s something outside of Earth, our basic default should be the way we treat strangers generally”  I assume this doesn't mean sending them to a squalid prison in Central America. 

I think that these UAP demon hunters should be required to watch the excellent film, Project Hail Mary and learn from the warm relationship between reluctant astronaut Ryland Grace and Rocky, the extra-terrestrial. Or maybe search out an old episode of My Favorite Martian. 

I'm far less concerned about Little Green Men than I am about the earthling with orange hair. 

Gratitude to Creator and Creation

 

                                                 Blue Heron in Flight -- Gerry Gant 

In a couple of days Ruth and I will be on different schedules travelling hither and yon for a couple of weeks, something that rarely happens. We agreed that this morning was the best opportunity to get out on the water in our kayaks until the middle of June, so we headed north 20 minutes to a stretch of the Moira River. It may not surprise you that the river was not busy at 7:00 AM on a Monday morning. Well, there were no humans about but there was a lot of activity. 

Over the course of an hour or so of paddling we saw several blue herons including one that startled us flying up from a spot at the edge of the water. There was a single deer in a meadow and we caught a glimpse of an eagle on the pair's Volkswagen Beetle sized nest. On our return to the launch Ruth let out a delighted cry as she passed immediately over a large snapping turtle and another as a large fish leapt and splashed her. The water lilies are all emerging, some already with pads on the surface while others are climbing toward the sunlight. We heard a kingfisher, a pileated and red-bellied woodpeckers. 

If this sounds idyllic, it was, other than the mosquitoes at the put-in site. We started paddling later in April but today's lush surroundings, the birdsong, and the unexpected creatures were all a blessing. We took a moment to thank the Creator as is our habit, taking nothing for granted. 

This wasn't the blog entry I had planned for today but I just had to interrupt regularly scheduled programming to express gratitude to Creator and Creation.