Friday, December 15, 2017

A Post Christian Pilgrim Destination

It was a long overdue visit for this Norfolk Pilgrim. Seeing a re-creation of the informal shrine - with flowers, candles and messages -  outside Kensington Palace, on the 20th Anniversary of Princess Diana's death reminded me. to make the journey. In the 20 years that separate us from the events of that autumn, informal shrines have become the norm. The last I had visited was beneath the fire blackened Grenfell Tower at the other end of the Kensington.

This week I finally got round to visiting Kensington Gardens. The Google Map shows the relative positions of the palace, the Memorial Playground and Memorial Fountain. Seen as a whole, it could be one big Princess Diana Pilgrimage destination. Not the only one, of course, her grave is on an island at the Althorp Estate is another.

My visit to the Memorial Fountain gave me most to think about. Like other pilgrim destinations,  the  fountain is :- 
1) Elemental  - made from Cornish granite, with water splashes borne by the wind, beneath a sun blessed sky and sited beside the still waters of the Serpentine; and 
2) Liminal - Water bubbles up from the depths of the earth and three 3 bridges allow access to the centre of the circular sculpture.  In addition, the fountain is positioned close at the foot of the bridge over the Serpentine.

 And right next door, amazingly, is an image representing the Egyptian goddess Isis!  Diana was a goddess too! I know a Wiccan song about that !

As at shrines of all sorts, this one dedicated to Isis,  you are asked for your support with an implied offer to answer prayer! At the foot of the image is a slot into which you are invited to make an offering, "Make a donation, make a wish."

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Jim Cotter, Aberdaron and Mortality

St. Hywyn's Church, Aberdaron  sits at the end of North Wales' Llyn Peninsular.  It was once the jumping off point for pilgrims on their way Bardsey Island  - Ynys Enlli  -  The burial place of 20,000 saints.
"Sauntering Around St.Hywyn's : a brief guide to our church" is the work of a previous Vicar. Its final paragraph gives pause for thought:
If you think of a lifetime as a pilgrimage, say half a mile a year down the Llyn Peninsular, when you reach Aberdaron you will be near the end of your life. The peninsular narrows, the sea (the eternal?) gets closer and closer on both sides. Eventually it ends at a point. It is yet another "eye of the needle".
You can no longer return. You are slimmed down to get through that eye. Think, though, of how much can be stored on a microchip invisible to the naked eye. And the day comes to trust ourselves to that point, and launch into the beyond from the tip of the peninsular. Pilgrim soul, fare forth. Fare well.
Jim Cotter was the author of these lines. Both he and another former vicar, the poet R.S. Thomas, are buried in the churchyard of St.Maelrhys Church a mile or so south of Aberdaron. Thomas too wrote of Ynys Enlli .
There is an island there is no going
to but in a small boat the way
the saints went,

Did he write of death, or that island of the blessed towards the setting sun?

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Apolgies due........

Just back from church and an important discussion with Sylvia and Sue! I had read the gospel with my usual dramatic flair. They had heard it and nearly walked out! Why wouldn't you? St.Matthew's Sermon on the Mount - 

‘It was also said, “Whoever divorces his wife, let him give her a certificate of divorce.” But I say to you that anyone who divorces his wife, except on the ground of unchastity, causes her to commit adultery; and whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery.'

I should have said something in a sermon to put it in its context! As it was, our discussion afterwards went someway to putting it right.
What I think is,  the teaching is related to that at Matthew 15.5  which is about people's hardness of heart

But you say it is all right for people to say to their parents, 'Sorry, I can't help you. For I have vowed to give to God what I would have given to you.'

A divorced woman might not have any means of supporting herself - save for prostitution. 
As I understand matters, men were permitted by Jewish law, but not advised, to have more than one wife. Whilst, a wife, who objected to a husband taking another wife, was entitled to a certificate of divorce.  So for my money, Jesus is saying  to husbands, " You can't just shake off your responsibility when you feel like it! 

The earthly Jesus is speaking to his first century audience and first century culture. What he might say today would be quite different.

For me, 'til death us do part' means just as much the death of a relationship. If the 'mutual society help and encouragement that one ought to have of the other' no longer exists, the marriage is dead.

On another vexed question, which the Church does not discus often enough, and with which some will take objection, where 'the mutual society, help and encouragement ' exists, as in some same sex relationships, then marriage ought to be possible!

Friday, February 03, 2017

A Candle Mass Pilgrimage

When she died in 1507, Agnes Parker owed a pilgrimage to St. Tebbald (St.Theobald) at Hobbies. In same year Thomas Wood of Coltishale left a legacies to the Guild of the Virgin at the Church of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary at Hautbois and to paint the new tabernacle of St. Theobald in the Church. Thomas and Agnes were going to be my Simeon and Anna.

Riding through Coltishall and past the Guides, Patterson Lodge Activity Centre,  I chained my bike to the fence and walked down the track to the ruined church.  To the right is the Golden Gates Pond where generation of village kids have grappled - without success - for the said, golden gates. I often wonder if the gates in question were from the tabernacle of St.Theobald and deposited there after the shrines were suppressed by Henry VIII in 1538.

Candlemas Bells - Snowdrops - are sprinkled around the churchyard.
Woodpeckers drum, Buzzards call overhead and  Anna's warning echoes in my ears -"a sword shall piece  your soul". How bitter were those days! And for all the silver (sanctus) bells, (pilgrims')  cockle shells and Pretty maids (nuns) of Queen Mary's reign there was no going back . Only forward!

In spite of it all, the faith was passed on, 'else why would I be here saying the Angelus, thinking of past generations who passed the faith to me and the generations to come, whose pattern of Christian devotion might be completely different from mine. Whatever! There's no going back! Only Forward!

Before I returned to my trusty bike, I spent a moment by the grave of the Miss Pattersons -  the house that is now the Guides Activity Centre was their bequest. I have stood there often, but today I read the scripture verse beneath Phillipa's details for the first timr. They are from the Song of Simeon,  "For my eyes have seen thy salvation"

Agnes, Thomas, Charity and Phillipa:
May they rest in peace
and rise in glory.