Speaking through the Noise

One of my other loves: Woodturning. The bowl is camphor laurel. The three candle holders/dried flower vases were turned from an old fence post. I have no idea what the wood is but is at least a century old. One of them has the holes for the fencing wire.

There’s been a hiatus (been waiting for a chance to use that word) in my blog for the past few months, and I’m not ok with that. I’ve been writing on this site for close to seven years now and it has become so much a part of me that I would feel a tinge of grief if I were to cut it loose now. Nonetheless I’ve been procrastinating, not feeling recently I’ve anything much to say.

Not sure if anyone has ever used the exact words before, but it seems like good advice that if you’ve nothing to say, don’t write chaff just to fill a column. My sympathy to all those who have to write for a living.

Yet while there’s an element of freedom for the humble amateur blogger, I do feel the need to maintain a respectable publishing rate and to keep faith with the small number of people who read my stuff.

So, what to do?

Actually I’m not sure its the whole truth that I don’t have much to say. I have quite a lot I could say, but given my world view and opinions are increasingly out of step with those that saturate mainstream and social media, I wonder if there is much point in continuing to speak into all that white noise.

What I see around me is a rapidly changing culture. In the space of a decade or so, personal identity has become increasingly shaped by tribal allegiences; politics is paralysed, polarised and divisive; and values commonly held less than a generation ago are derided as irrelevant. Institutions are cracked and weakened; history rewritten, redacted and weaponised; gender obfuscated; even truth itself loses its authority and meaning for the many who want to construct their very own versions of it.

Is there anything that unites us anymore?

Plenty of people hate Trump, but plenty of others beg to differ. Plenty of people want to defend the Earth from climate change, but plenty disagree on the best way to achieve that. Plenty of people hold western civilisation in contempt, while many others want to defend it.

It’s not that different beliefs bother me per se. Strong opinions and radical positions are part and parcel of any healthy society. What does disturb me is the tendency for shouting to replace debate. I am seeing people, young and old, aligning themselves behind banners, just to fit in. I see people closing their eyes, ears and hearts to others who believe differently and therefore don’t belong to the tribe.

People who wish to avoid shaming need to declare their allegience to the new thinking and values and to renounce outdated thinking. Perjorative labels are substituted for debate; so much so that ‘bigot’, ‘racist’, ‘fascist’ are yawn worthy through overuse. In recent years I have begun to see and hear new labels applied to shame and silence those with different (unacceptable) opinions of the way the world should run.

It’s not just me. Several commentators are noticing an increasing tendency of people who believe strongly in various causes to see opponents (people who see things differently) as evil and utterly beyond the pale. This is a disturbing trend – for me anyway – as it points the way to increasing social dislocation.

Already it is astonishingly easy to find oneself a pariah; on the wrong side of acceptable or majority opinion. Denunciation, shaming, ostracism, and deplatforming follow dissenters in the west today just as certainly as they did in maoist China and stalinist Russia. Disappearances and gulags don’t feature just yet as far as I know, but I would not be surprised to find them begin to be justified for nuisance people who deny or stand in the way of whatever imperative has captured the popular imagination.

Some questions occur to me. I will do some thinking and maybe my next post will try to answer them:

Plenty of issues divide us. What remains that could unite us?

Can we live productively side by side with people whose opinions and values differ from ours?

What would it take for us to begin to listen to each other instead of shouting past each other?

That’a start. I’ll see where my thoughts take me. Until next time.

Tough Love 2

(Grabbing some rest in Jaipur, India)

This post begins with a poem I’ve published previously but I’ve reworked it and here it is in a revised form. It sets the scene for the rest of the post.

Tough Love 2

Madness swells and seeps under doors.

The darkness in each of us seeks out its own.

We are blind mice

feeling for the exit

in a warehouse stalked by cats.

 

The anger of a thousand stolen childhoods,

shames inaction and smashes every excuse

for child sexual abuse.

Aromas of respectability become the stink

of yesterday’s household garbage.

Exposed and stripped of defence,

failed shepherds

spread their hands

and evade responsibility.

 

Transitioned into care,

yesterday’s people outlive their usefulness.

Independence reigned in to a choke hold.

Dignity denied them by others’ decisions;

all legal, sensible, faux compassion.

The children who consign them there,

confirm their own decline

in turn and in time.

 

A termination

on the strength of a prenatal scan.

Imperfect parents will try another time

for a perfect child.

This one flawed;

airbrushed out of a family’s history.

Binned as biological waste;

the child spared, at least,

the obscenity of parents like these.

 

Fragments of a hundred butchered innocents

lie on a hot black road;

litter left by soldiers of Allah.

An unfinished jigsaw of heads and limbs

sorted and ripped by beaks and talons.

Forget love and kindness.

Cruelty and violence are the price

of entry to paradise.

Who’d have thought?

 

Somewhere,

love is not set aside for the greater good,

explained away by self interest,

dishonoured through selfishness,

or perverted by pustulant ideology.

 

Somewhere,

people can be

who they were created to be.

……………………………………

 

“Somewhere love is not set aside . . .

This is an article of faith for me and my reason for writing this post. Somewhere there is a place where love is not set aside in favour of chasing other goals. A place where people can be safe and free to be who they were meant to be. I understand that place to be the kingdom of heaven; not a place in the sky with clouds and harps, but the kingdom of heaven right here, as Jesus described it.

I seek that place, and I’m committed to doing what I can to help the world be such a place. It’s not there yet. Not even close. The world continues to be a place where evil roams free, even as patches of light and hope shine through, giving hints of what might be possible.

(Friday afternoon drinks. A small patch of light and hope in the world.)

What sort of world do we live in?

The worlds of our parents and grandparents are gone, and to be honest, they were no more idyllic than ours is, just quite different. We would have to look hard now to find any of the things they would have seen as givens. Automatic respect for authority figures; heterosexual marriage and mother-father families being the norm; Sunday observance; social sanctions attached to divorce, and promiscuity, to list just a few.

In our world authority figures do not receive automatic respect. Their decisions and pronouncements are challenged routinely and defied openly. Marriage is no longer exclusively heterosexual, and marriage itself shares the stage with a variety of arrangements of varying formality. The term ‘partner’ is used in preference to ‘spouse’.

Social sanctions are now applied for totally different reasons than they used to be. Divorce remains an unpleasant, damaging experience, but no longer carries the social and legal sanctions it once had. Promiscuity is now celebrated and assumed to be the norm, although some interesting ethical acrobatics are needed to avoid being caught up on the wrong side of ideology (#metoo).

Not that such changes are all regretable. Easy divorce has had an upside for some people trapped in intolerable circumstances, but the proliferation of divorce has shaken families and weakened our culture. We like our Sundays the way they are. Not so much days of rest anymore, but still we enjoy them.

Promiscuity? We are saturated with messages, overt and subtle, that a promiscuous lifestyle is normal and desirable. Does experience tell us that promiscuity leads anywhere beneficial, or that widespread promiscuity is something any society can be proud of? Seriously

While some of us view these changes with some sadness, many more celebrate what we see as the overthrow of oppressive structures and traditions. Some of us are in both camps. We see the dishonesty, the hypocrisy and the injustice threaded through the institutions of earlier generations. We also see and give credit for the stability and the meaning they gave to people’s lives.

Turning our faces away from traditional values, we might have believed that by doing so we would be free to live more honest, moral lives.

Is that what’s happened?

Convincing ourselves more enlightened than our forebears, embracing our whims and preferences as the guiding moral compass for our lives, we have put ourselves at the centre of everything.

How’s that going for us? Sweetness and light is it?

Lest you think you smell sanctimony, I have more than enough to regret and be ashamed of. I listened to the whispered silky justifications, I was seduced by the promise that it was all about me. As long as I wasn’t hurting anyone, I should have been free to do what I liked. I had no right to judge anyone anyway. After all, aren’t right and wrong so passé? Surely such old fashioned ideas belonged in an earlier time? I remember one self assured woman correcting me for using the word ‘adultery’. “Do they still call it that?” she asked mockingly.

It occurs to me that’s what the western world has come to believe. By changing the language, the social mores and traditions, we consider we have moved to a higher moral plane. We have rewritten the moral code to suit our own preferences and we are free to do that which we are inclined to do. But does it change human nature, or does it make us the fools, blind to predictable consequences?

So, yes. There was much to condemn in the values and mores of the world of our parents.

There is much to be thankful for in new ways of looking at the world and in the lifting of oppressive, hypocritical laws and practices, but have we have got it right yet

Living life as an extended pursuit of indulgence, freedom to make our own choices, our own happiness and fulfillment, as if we were not dependent on others and they on us, has become the reason for being for many of us. Our pursuit of personal fulfillment can see us dismiss the trail of hurt and damage we leave behind, if we think of it at all, as collateral damage, regretable maybe, but an acceptable sacrifice for the greater good (our wants).

Be true to yourself.

Don’t judge.

Follow your heart.

If it feels good, do it.

No one has the right to tell you what to do.

Each of these memes contains some truth, but that does not mean they are the whole truth, or that they are the best way to organize our lives

For all the ways we are encouraged to think of ourselves as free and uninhibited, are we as free as we think? In our culture diversity is seen to be a self evident good; except of course, diversity of thought. Try expressing reservations about some of the memes above and note the reaction

So how do I go about countering a worldview that’s seduced the western world so thoroughly that many people now see it as self evident, beyond questioning? A big ask, I know.

It’s just when you stop, step outside, and look around, you realise that it’s a seductive facade. It’s a lie. An attractive and seductive one, but a lie nonetheless. One leading us away from the kingdom of heaven I mentioned earlier; the place where love is not set aside; the place where we can be fully human.

We are more than our cleverness, the nastiness we cultivate, the selfishness we flaunt, and the misery we ignore. These things do not define who we are.

There is an answer of course. There is a path to follow. So many of us have rejected what we imagined was the Christian message. We rejected a caricature. The established church has much to answer for in that.

The Christian gospel is far more shocking and subversive than any adolescent arrogance could have imagined.

Maybe it’s time to look again with adult eyes at Jesus and to weigh his message in the light of your experience. Like me, you may be blown away.

The Music in Christmas

 
There's music in Christmas.
 
Carols and crooners are a natural part of it all, but they're not the music I'm talking about. Santa Claus, reindeers, and sleigh bells, love them as I do, have always seemed slightly ridiculous in a southern hemisphere summer. They're not the Christmas music I mean either. Christmas shopping malls? Nope. Gift giving? Ummm . . . no. Family get togethers and Christmas meals? Love them too, but . . . no.
None of these are what I mean when I say that, for me, there's music in Christmas.
 
For me, there's a subtle music in Christmas that plays in a unique key. It's often faint and I need to listen for it amidst the distractors. Thankfully, it seeks me out and sings to me loudest at this time of year.
 
I hear it best away from bright lights and fanfare. I don't often hear it where tables groan with the weight of Christmas dinner and gifts piled under decorated trees, although even there, people who might seem to have everything, can live desperate empty lives. Often it's loudest and most obvious where there are no Christmas trees, jingling bells or carols; where people are hurting the most, where misery rules, and where chins rest on chests, eyes averted.
 
Whenever I hear it, the music of Christmas stops me in my tracks and fills me with . . . well, the best way I can explain it is it fills me with wonder. Sometimes its not even music. It's an inspiration born in me and an insight that all is not what it might seem on the surface. Lonely people matter, hopeless people can hope, faithless people have something worth believing, and desperate people have a refuge. The world is not a dead loss, no matter how much greed, violence, alienation and evil it is soaked in, and therefore I shouldn't give up on it.
 
The music of Christmas opens my eyes to people around me. When I hear it, all I think I know about the world and how it works goes out the window. Humility is not weakness, but strength. Charity is not optional. It's obligatory. Small is not powerless. It's big enough to do what it needs to do. There are no worthless people. Everyone has the value that I have. No more and no less. These are all scary propositions and I continue to wrestle with them.
 
When I hear the music of Christmas, I begin to see dimly that there is a purpose in the scheme of things and that I am somehow a part of it. Oh, and also . . . I begin to see how pretentious it would be of me to try to persuade you to see things as I do.
 
I can live with that if you can.
 
As one of my favourite blues performers, Steve Earle, sings: “I'm just a pilgrim on this road, boys”.
The carols are great. The gifts are welcome. The feasting and drinking memorable. The memories of Christmases past are warm. With all that, it is the music of Christmas that touches me and the music of Christmas that continues to change me.
 
I wish you a merry Christmas.
 
 
 

Truth at the bottom of the Garden

(Image accessed from the facebook page of 'The Comical Conservative')
 
 
I shared this image recently on my facebook page. It seemed like a good idea. Quite a few people liked it.
 
Since then I've thought about that image. Tossed it around; looked at it from different angles; focused closely on parts of it; and begun to wonder just what message my facebook friends thought I was sending. Was it the one I intended?
 
Maybe. . . Maybe not.
 
It did occur to me that Australian readers, at least, might interpret my post as having had a partisan political motive. Was it possible people might think I had become an activist and was slyly fulminating against that uncaring, cruel majority of voters who reportedly favour turning back boat loads of uninvited migrants from reaching Australia? Did they think I was sermonising against the political pragmatism of a right wing government playing cynically to the fears of heartless xenophobic voters? If so, they would have misunderstood me and misread my intention.
 
On the other hand, did they think I might be spitting the dummy and taking an ill-mannered reactionary poke at the legitimacy of the campaign for 'same sex marriage' or maybe the proposal to recognize original inhabitants in the Australian constitution; or some other 'progressive' cause. If so, they would have again misunderstood me and misread my intention.
 
There was no intended sub text aimed at supporting or attacking any cause. I was instead just being my usual unworldly, impractical, out of touch dreamer self.
 
I just liked what it (the image) said! It seemed to speak some wisdom, and surely we can't have too much of that, can we? In retrospect I think it likely that people will read into it what supports their own take on what is truth; what is right; what is evil; and what is good.
 
Truth, for one, has taken a bit of a battering in recent times, hasn't it? We seem to have some difficulty even agreeing on whether there is such a thing in our deconstructed postmodern world in which meaning is contested and consciousnesses are raised. Nevertheless I believe in truth, and, in the words of John Lennon, 'I am not the only one'. I refuse to be diverted from the truth by appeals to relativism. Not all 'truths' are equally valid. There is an onus on those who believe otherwise to prove it, and not just rely on appeals to feel-good sentimentalism. I guess I should say that I don't delude myself in thinking I have all the truth on my side, or that anyone who disagrees with me must be wrong. Of course not. None of us has a monopoly on the truth, but that is quite a different thing from saying that truth is whatever we want it to be.
 
Evil? You are kidding. Right? We've pushed such an outmoded model off the road and into the scrap yard long since; at least as much as it applies to our personal choices, ethics and behaviour. Evil as a concept does not sit well in a world where consequences are optional, any choice is permissible, and nothing is absolute. Evil is an inconvenience. It has been allowed to wither; wheeled out only for entertainment in horror movies, or for dehumanising people whose politics we don't like.
 
Except . . .
 
Except . . .
 
It's kind of like hard to keep denying its reality. As inconvenient as it is in the world we have created for ourselves, Evil just won't lie down. It won't shrink away from the bright glare of reason as it's supposed to. It leers at us, wreaking just as much misery and mayhem as ever it did in the times we were less enlightened and less liberated.
 
I'll leave that thought hanging. I won't go into examples of real life evil. I'll leave that for you.
 
Right?
 
Good?
 
These two final two words seem to have had an easier time in our contemporary world than 'truth' and 'evil' but, in the spirit of what I've written above, I'm happy if you have a different opinion. Mentioning doing what is 'right' doesn't yet invoke the patronizing sniggers that mentioning 'doing evil' does. We still talk about 'good' as if it is self evident what it is too. Maybe they are in line to take a tumble like 'truth' and 'evil'? It could be. I don't know.
 
I wouldn't be all that surprised what happens when human beings imagine they are the centre and that the world revolves (or rotates) around them. When 'truth' is negotiable, and 'evil' is irrelevant all things become possible. Not all of them are good.
 
Which reminds me of why I began to write this post and why I shared that image on facebook. It's simply this:
When we are prepared to allow the meanings of words like truth, evil, good and right to be determined, adjusted or changed by majority democratic vote we may not like where that takes us.
 
Some things are better not messed with.
 
. . . and that's the truth.
 
 
 

Gentle Regrets

(Available on Kindle)
 
What a delight it was to read this short book. I couldn't put it down. Partly an autobiography; partly a critique of contemporary western society and culture: and partly a manifesto of belief and wisdom gathered over a lifetime as a philosopher; Roger Scruton has distilled insights that speak to my heart and soul.
 
In the twenty first century Roger Scruton is very much a counter cultural subversive, although quite a different type from some of the self congratulating 'progressive' thinkers who have graced the stage over past decades. When the spirit of our age is everywhere 'setting us free' from our traditional values, it has been a welcome surprise to find there is at least one voice uncomfortable with that trend.
 
His ideas confront and contradict much of what is assumed as wisdom in contemporary culture. I have reproduced parts of some of them here. Mostly, I have prefered to let his words speak for themselves. Partly because they are so richly pregnant with wisdom that anything I could add would be trivial in comparison but also, I think, because the more I add, the less likely I expect anyone will bother to read any of this. Which would be a pity. There is wisdom worth reading here. I do not expect everyone will agree with everything Scruton writes, but it is nonetheless worth reading, even if only to clarify what it is you believe.
 
I have selected, edited and rearranged the order of what follows and used my own headings but I haven't altered anything that would change the thrust of what Scruton is saying. Apart from the headings, my words are in italics. The photographs, apart from the title page, are mine.
 
 
On Growing Up
“To grow up aged 54 is not a great achievement. But it is better than not growing up at all.”
 
Well Roger, I think I may have beaten you by a few years, but not that many. Still, I know exactly what you mean. Growing up has nothing at all to do with reaching voting age, or driving a car, or being able to drink alcohol legally.


On Progress and Human Rights
“We have made an idol of progress. But ‘progress’ is simply another name for human dreams, human ambitions, human fantasies. By worshipping progress we bow before an altar on which our own sins are exhibited. We kill in ourselves both piety and gratitude, believing that we owe the world nothing, and that the world owes everything to us. That is the real meaning, it seems to me, of the new secular religion of human rights. I call it a religion because it seems to occupy the place vacated by faith. It tells us that we are the centre of the universe, that we are under no call to obedience, but that the world is ordered in accordance with our rights. The result of this religion of rights is that people feel unendingly hard done by. Every disappointment is met with a lawsuit, in the hope of turning material loss to material gain. And whatever happens to us, we ourselves are never at fault. . . . But this world of rights and claims and litigation is a profoundly unhappy one, since it is a world in which no one accepts misfortune, and every reversal is a cause of bitterness, anger and blame.”
 
What more can I say?


On Religious Faith and the Rise of Secularism
“My years as a voyeur of holiness (have) brought me, nevertheless, into contact with true believers, and taught me that faith transfigures everything it touches, and raises the world to God. To believe as much is not yet to believe; but it is to know your insufficiency.”
 
Yes, I know very well my own insufficiency. That seems to me to be a start. I have also come into contact with people here and there whose holiness has inspired me. I'm not talking about the hypocrites who are a dime a dozen in our churches (and outside them too). I am talking about people who are genuinely humble and draw others to them.

 
“Those brought up in our post religious society do not seek forgiveness, since they are by and large free from the belief that they need it. This does not mean they are happy. But it does mean that they put pleasure before commitment . . . without being crippled by guilt.
(But we still) have gods of a kind, flitting below the surface of our passions. You can glimpse Gaia, the earth goddess . . . of the environmentalists; Fox and Deer are totemic spirits for the defenders of animal rights, whose religion was shaped by the kitsch of Walt Disney; the human genome has a mystical standing in the eyes of many medical scientists. We have cults like football, sacrificial offerings like Princess Diana and improvised saints like Linda McCartney.”
 
And we still have secular sins that by and large will lead to excommunication from progressive society: Being judgemental; a racist, a homophobe, or a climate change denier. But it's not only wrong thinking that will see you excluded. Pedophilia, never acceptable, has been elevated to be the most detestable and unforgiveable sin; a long way above drug trafficking and murder. Who says 'sin' is an outdated concept? It is alive and well in our secular world.


On the need for the Church to be “relevant” and to align its teachings with modern thinking.
“What an absurd demand – to be relevant! Was Christ relevant? To be relevant means to accept the standard of the world in which you are, and therefore to cease to aspire beyond it.”
 
Absolutely!
Nothing wrong with the Church going to where people are, as long as, in the process, you do not forget who you are and why you are Church. Democracy is fine as a political system, but it is a lousy way to decide theology. If a majority of people believe black is white, it doesn't make it so.

 
On Vows versus Contracts
“In modern society there is a growing tendency to construe marriage as a kind of contract. This tendency is familiar to us from the sordid divorces of tycoons and pop stars, and is made explicit in the ‘pre- nuptial agreement’, under the terms of which an attractive woman sells her body at an inflated price, and a man secures his remaining assets from her future predations. Under such an agreement marriage becomes a preparation for divorce, a contract between two people for their short- term mutual exploitation. This contractual view of marriage is deeply confused.
 
 
Marriage is surrounded by moral, legal and religious prohibitions precisely because it is not a contract but a vow. Vows do not have terms, nor can they be legitimately broken. They are ‘forever’, and in making a vow you are placing yourself outside time and change, in a state of spiritual union, which can be translated into actions in the here and now, but which always lies in some way above and beyond the world of decaying things.
That we can make vows is one part of the great miracle of human freedom; and when we cease to make them our lives are impoverished, since they involve no lasting commitment, no attempt to cross the frontier between self and other.
Contracts have terms, and come to an end when the terms are fulfilled or when the parties agree to renounce them. They bind us to the temporal world, and have the transience of human appetite. To reduce marriage to a contract is to demote marriage to a tie of self interest, to trivialize the erotic bond, and to jeopardize the emotions on which your children depend for their security.
We become fully human when we aim to be more than human; it is by living in the light of an ideal that we live with our imperfections. That is the deep reason why a vow can never be reduced to a contract: the vow is a pledge to the ideal light in you; a contract is signed by your self interested shadow.”
 
This discussion of vow versus contract goes to the heart of life. I say this as one who has broken a marriage vow and has seen what darkness results. What I learned will stay with me for the rest of my life. When we define relationships and dealings with contract clauses instead of vows we lose something we cannot afford to lose: our own sanctity.
 
 
On Ethics and Decision making
“Discussions of embryo research, cloning, abortion and euthanasia – subjects that go to the heart of the religious conception of our destiny – proceed in once Catholic Europe as though nothing were at stake beyond the expansion of human choices. Little now remains of the old Christian idea that life, its genesis and its terminus are sacred things, to be meddled with at our peril. The piety and humility that it was once natural to feel before the fact of creation have given way to a pleasure- seeking disregard for absent generations. The people of Europe are living as though the dead and the unborn had no say in their decisions.”
 
And for those who have swallowed the line that science is the highest truth?
 
“No scientific advance will bestow eternal youth, eternal happiness, eternal love or loveliness. Hence no scientific advance can answer to our underlying religious need. Having put our trust in science we can expect only disappointment. . . . The best that science can offer is a theory of the how of things; but it is silent about the why.
However much we study the evolution of the human species, however much we meddle with nature’s secrets, we will not discover the way of freedom . . . Freedom, love and duty come to us as a vision of eternity, and to know them is to know God.”
 
 
On the Hypocrisy of some Animal Activist Campaigners
“The argument (against fox hunting) is serious and challenging, especially if expressed (as it rarely is) by someone who knows what hunting actually involves. However, a moral argument must be consistent if it is to be sincere.
The pleasure taken by cat lovers in their pets (who cause 200 million painful deaths each year in Britain alone) is also a pleasure bought at the expense of animal suffering. The RSPCA, which moralizes volubly against hunting, shooting and fishing, keeps quiet about cat keeping, for fear of offending its principal donors.”
 
Those who know me know my thoughts on cats.
 
On Politics
“. . . societies are not and cannot be organized according to a plan or a goal . . there is no direction to history, and no such thing as moral or spiritual progress.”
 
That may make you sit up with a start. Really? Have we been hoodwinked into thinking history marches ever onward and upward? Scruton thinks we (humans) will always get in the way of our own grand narratives of progress and so do I.

“The strange superstition has arisen in the Western world that we can start all over again, remaking human nature, human society and the possibilities of happiness, as though the knowledge and experience of our ancestors were now entirely irrelevant. But on what fund of knowledge are we to draw when framing our alternative? The utopias have proved to be illusions, and the most evident result of our ‘liberation’ from traditional constraints has been widespread discontent with the human condition.”
 
Do we have nothing to learn from our heritage, our traditions and our past? Scruton thinks we have a lot to learn and that we ignore it to our peril.
 
“There is no way in which people can collectively pursue liberty, equality and fraternity . . . because collective reason doesn’t work that way. People reason collectively towards a common goal only in times of emergency – when there is a threat to be vanquished, or a conquest to be achieved. Even then, they need organization, hierarchy and a structure of command if they are to pursue their goal effectively. . . . Moreover – and here is the corollary that came home to me with a shock of recognition – any attempt to organize society according to this kind of rationality would involve . . . the declaration of war against some real or imagined enemy. Hence the strident and militant language of the socialist literature – the hate- filled, purpose- filled, bourgeois-baiting prose.”
 
Perhaps this is why politics can be so nasty and adversial? Maybe that is why when we aim at building a new society we feel the need to demonise our opponents? E.g. Climate change deniers? Religious nutters? Bogans? Rabid Right Wing Reactionaries? Left Wing Loonies?
 
“Real freedom, concrete freedom, the freedom that can actually be defined, claimed and granted, (is) not the opposite of obedience but its other side. The abstract, unreal freedom of the liberal intellect (is) really nothing more than childish disobedience, amplified into anarchy.”
 
Ouch! . . . But pure gold to this old conservative.
 
 
On Education and Schooling
“(A) vision of European culture as the institutionalized form of oppressive power is taught everywhere as gospel, to students who have neither the culture nor the religion to resist it.
(My school) had not been infected by the modern heresy that tells us that knowledge must be adapted to the interests of the child. On the contrary: our ‘beaks’ believed that the interests of the child should be adapted to knowledge. The purpose of the school was not to flatter the pupils but to rescue the curriculum, by pouring it into heads that might pass it on.
Even the most rebellious among us shared the assumption on which our education was based, which is that there are real distinctions between knowledge and opinion, culture and philistinism, wit and stupidity, art and kitsch.”
 
Today, in schools, it seems we mostly try to train students to be good employees and faithful consumers. By and large we have given up trying to educate them in the sense that Scruton is using. Schools in western countries are funded and run as agents of economic development, rather than institions where education is pursued for its own sake. This has been one of the most disappointing things I have seen happen in my career as an educator. My regret is that I have felt powerless to do anything about it.
 
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Well. That was a small taste of Scruton's ideas and thoughts on what is worthwhile. Maybe you will seek his work out. I think he is worth listening to. Maybe you see the world differently. I'm not so arrogant as to think people who disagree with me must be wrong.

If you are a seeker of knowledge and wisdom I recommend Scruton's book to you.
 
 
 
 

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“Because sometimes you need a biologist,
and sometimes you need a poet.
Sometimes you need a scientist,
and sometimes you need a song.”

“You, me, love, quarks, sex, chocolate, the speed of light— it’s all miraculous, and it always has been.”

“It’s one thing to stand there in a lab coat with a clipboard, recording data about lips. It’s another thing to be kissed.”
 
 
 
Did any of that get your attention?
 
I've just spent the morning reading a short book I downloaded from the Amazon Kindle bookstore: “What we talk about when we talk about God” by Rob Bell. You can do that sort of thing when you're retired; one of the reasons I enjoy my life out of the workforce.
 
I'm not usually intererested in books on this subject as they are mostly a big yawn. Neither do I often find myself glued to a book, unwilling to put it down (well, actually I was using an ipad, but you know what I mean). Rob Bell has a special gift. He can articulate spiritual stuff like no one else I remember. I kept saying things to myself like: “yep” and “ah hah” as he painted a picture using common life experiences of a God we might be aware of deep inside ourselves, but whom is rarely spoken of.
 
This is not your standard apologetic book arguing for the existence of God. No way. Not even close. For a start it's not even the slightest bit dogmatic (ok, maybe it's there but I didn't see it).
 
Bell doesn't pretend that he has all the answers. He begins from a place of doubt and acknowledges the power of science, the paradox of human beings, and the incongruity of the miraculous, to present a God I can accept. More than that, he presents a God I recognise.
 
He doesn't avoid or undermine science. He celebrates it, along with the wonder and uncertainty of existence. To paraphrase him, science is a powerful tool, but is no arbiter of reality. He points out that we are all 'people of faith', whether we are religious believers, atheists, believers in the supremacy of science, or in the supernatural. He does not attack atheists. He reminds them, gently, of what they have in common with 'believers':
 
“Sometimes people who believe in God are referred to as “people of faith.” Which isn’t the whole truth, because everybody has faith. To believe in God requires faith. To experience this world and its endless surprise and mystery and depth and then emphatically declare that is has no common source, it is not headed somewhere, and it ultimately has no meaning— that takes faith as well.”

Bell is also no usual defender of the status quo, and I kind of like that. I feel a deep resonance between my faith and his ideas:
 
“you can be very religious and invoke the name of God and be able to quote lots of verses and be well versed in complicated theological systems and yet not be a person who sees . It’s one thing to sing about God and recite quotes about God and invoke God’s name; it’s another be aware of the presence in every taste, touch, sound, and embrace.”

How good is that?
 
I have long been a bit of a rebel, uncomfortable with the pietism of a few church people. It's nice to come across a writer who expresses that better than I can.
 
“So when we talk about God, we’re talking about our brushes with spirit, our awareness of the reverence humming within us, our sense of the nearness and the farness, that which we know and that which is unknown, that which we can talk about and that which eludes the grasp of our words, that which is crystal- clear and that which is more mysterious than ever. And sometimes language helps, and sometimes language fails.”

Absolutely! He's talking about the God I have faith in. How come I never thought to say that myself?
Bell goes on to explain the essence of the Christian Gospel as clearly as anyone, and more so than most:
 
“. . as advanced and intelligent and educated as we are, there are some things about the human condition that have not changed in thousands of years. It’s very important that we are honest about this glaring reality. We have progressed so incredibly far, invented so many things, found an endless array of new ways to process and share and communicate information, and yet the human heart has remained significantly unchanged, in that it still possesses the tremendous capacity to produce extraordinary ignorance, evil, and destruction. We need help.”

“. . the counterintuitive power of gospel: When you come to the end of yourself, you are at that exact moment in the kind of place where you can fully experience the God who is for you.”

So, take it or leave it I guess. Believe that you are in control or understand intuitively, as I do, that you are not. Bell would argue that as long as people believe they are in control, God is inaccessible to them. Pretty harsh stuff, no? Probably not what many want to hear. I must confess I have been a slow learner on this issue, having learned what little I have learned after bitter experience.
 
I loved this:
“We’re all, in one way or another, addicts, aren’t we? Some are addicted to the praise of others, some to working all the time, some to winning, others to worrying, some to perfection, some to being right, strong, beautiful, thin . . . perhaps you are enslaved to your own self- sufficiency, or drugs or alcohol or sex or money or food. “

Sort of puts an interesting spin on things, no? Do you think of yourself as an addict? Or do you (unlike me) have it all under control?
 
And this:
“And so we come to the table exactly as we are, some days on top of the world, other days barely getting by. Some days we feel like a number, like a machine, like a mere cog in a machine, severed and separated from the depth of things, this day feeling like all the others. Other days we come feeling tuned in to the song, fully alive, hyperaware of the God who is all in all. The point of the experience isn’t to create special space where God is, over and against the rest of life where God isn’t. The power is in the striking ability of this experience to open our eyes all over again (and again and again) to the holiness and sacred nature of all of life, from family to friends to neighbors to money and breath and sex and work and play and food and wine.”

This is my life! This is how my life seems to me. I think Bell is on to a sublime truth here (and in so many other places in this book). The good and the bad; the sacred and the mundane; the wrong choices; the repeated disappointments with myself and the insight that tells me that nonetheless I continue to matter and that my life is not futile. This is how God is real to me. Maybe my life is not the same as yours. So be it.
 
I recommend this book warmly to you, whether or not you are call yourself a 'believer'. I found his writing honest, generous, challenging, humble and insightful. I hope you too will find it full of 'ah hah' moments.
It would possibly not be a surprise to learn that not everyone is happy about his work.
 
A quick glance through the comments on the Kindle page shows that Rob Bell is not orthodox enough for some and far too 'loose' and liberal for others. For this particular conservative Christian though, who is also a bit of a rebel, and a bit of a mystic, I was reminded that I am not alone in the way I experience God.
 
I thank him for that.
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“The peace we are offered is not a peace that is free from tragedy, illness, bankruptcy, divorce, depression, or heartache. It is peace rooted in the trust that the life Jesus gives us is deeper, wider, stronger, and more enduring than whatever our current circumstances are, because all we see is not all there is and the last word about us and our struggle has not yet been spoken. There is great mystery in these realities, the one in which we are strong when we are weak, the one in which we come to the end of ourselves, only to discover that God has been there the whole time, the God who is for us.”
 
 
 
 
 

What is Truth?

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                                                      Blood Moon Rising

 

Wouldn’t it be great to understand who we are, and why we are? Wouldn’t it be just the best thing to get to the truth?

Well, good luck with that. There will always likely be more questions out there than there are answers. You may have an oracle in your pocket, but most of us don’t.

Could it be that reality and truth are more complex than we can grasp? Could it be that the universe was not designed to bend itself to our sensibilities, to ask our permission, or to make complete sense to us?

‘What is truth?’, a certain Roman governor once asked cynically. A good question that he didn’t answer at the time.

What I do know is that truth seems to enjoy eluding us. We chase after it, don’t we? The world is full of seekers. Some look for truth in self improvement books or meditation classes, or from a constellation of spiritual gurus. Increasing numbers seek truth in the religion of environmental causes. Others turn to traditional religion or mysticism. Still others put their faith in science and rationalism to come up with the answers. Sadly, some confuse the search for truth with escaping from it altogether by abusing alcohol or various other chemical substances.

Depending on how we approach it, and what we do with what we find, the search for truth can be a good thing or a bad thing. The truth can liberate us. It can make us whole. On the other hand, when we hold it close to our chest, as our exclusive possession, to be guarded or bartered for influence, it can become a divisive thing, preventing us from becoming whole.

The truth can also be used foolishly as a weapon to try to exclude others. When we confuse our incomplete half understood version of the truth with the real thing we can very easily get ourselves into trouble, and cause trouble for others. When we forget that none of us understands everything clearly enough to take on the responsibility of judging others, we quickly find things getting out of control. The blood moon rises and evil rides abroad when this happens. Can you think of examples of mayhem caused by people or groups, each believing that their’s is the exclusive complete truth? I can. It’s not as if history at all levels is not crowded with such bitter futile nastiness.

For me, truth is something I can rest comfortably in. It is not something I can grasp. Nor is it something to be wielded as a weapon. When I try to use truth to exclude others who see things differently I lose sight of it altogether. Does that make sense?

The truth is, none of us owns the truth. I have such a shaky grasp of truth that I judge others or exclude them at my peril, and so, I suspect, do you.

I should make it clear I am not suggesting that truth is a purely relative concept, meaning whatever we choose it to mean. Truth does not change to suit individuals. It is just that I don’t believe any one person owns it entirely. If I know I don’t have a mortgage on truth I can accept that someone who believes differently may see a part of the truth that I cannot. On the other hand they may be totally misguided, but I feel no urgent need to convert them or to attack them. The truth in which I rest is not a weapon. It sustains me and allows me to be there for others. It is not a device for excluding or belittling. This truth is a liberating force and a life-giving one.

I have put my trust in some things in my life only to find they were mirages, or at least empty vessels, not able to deliver what they promised. Others have proven themselves over time and through experience, to be true, or at least to point to the truth. Two of these are the gift of love and the power of forgiveness.

Beyond these certainties, at a certain level life can remain a puzzle. It seems to have occasional threads of sense but they usually unravel when teased out. They can look like a woven cloth on the surface; integrated artwork; but when touched we find the knots are tied loosely or not even tied at all. They are loose ends that fray with the slightest disturbance, leaving a disintegrating web; a tangle rather than a weave. The things we think are constant and given are not always what they appear to be.

A lifetime ago, I believed with a shining faith that the answers to the important questions of life could be uncovered by science. You might even say I worshiped at that shrine. I was fascinated by the mystery and splendour of the physical universe. I studied for and gained an undergraduate degree in Physics. I loved watching ‘Doctor Who’ episodes (still do), ‘Star Trek’ and even ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ – when I could get it out on DVD. It was good escapist stuff.

However, for all its excitement and promises, and the toys and gadgets it produced, Physics was ultimately a disappointment. As the years unfolded I began to suspect there might be limits to its ability to define and explain my life experience. These days I understand science holds truth, but it does not hold the whole truth and nor is it even capable of that. Living has taught me that life cannot always be reduced to propositions, models, or theories. Life is annoyingly and inconveniently fuzzy, untidy even. It stubbornly defies order, common sense, and often even our idea of justice.

In our lives we seek to find answers to questions like: Who am I? Why am I? What is good? What is evil? What and whom can I trust? Good questions. There are many different ways to answer each of them. I have answers I am content with and answers that give me peace, but life is not about having all the answers. That is a fool’s errand, I think. Truth and reality are far more subtle than that.

The real problem arises when we come to believe that we own the truth, or that it is ours to deal out. When this happens, and it does, frequently and everywhere, bad things go down. Evil has a field day. The blood moon rises and evil stalks hearts and minds. Neighbours are shunned. Inquisitions, religious and secular, sniff out heretics. People are labelled and vilified. Others are silenced, or worse. Thousands are massacred in ethnic or sectarian conflicts. All because someone thinks the truth is their exclusive property.

I don’t own the truth and nor do you. None of us do. In a very real way I believe it owns us! How different might our world be if we were able to live as if that were so.

 

 

 

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