457s and the Leadership Spill

Written by Anthony Douglas on Friday, 22 March 2013.

Cranmer - OldWhat a day we had on Thursday - two Prime Ministers in one day, and both of them Julia Gillard. I doubt we’ll see a day like it for a long time.

But Thursday was also the anniversary of another leadership spill. 457 years ago, Thomas Cranmer was burnt at the stake: an Archbishop of Canterbury, leader of the English Church, executed for supposed heresy. It was a leadership spill, and there was no chance of going back.

The Cross and the Church are connected in more ways than one. As Cranmer waited in prison, knowing what awaited him, he managed to smuggle out a letter to a friend on the continent in which he expressed his confidence. The church was in dire straits, and that could only be proof that she would be restored. The life of the church follows the way of the cross, the path through the valley of the shadow of death.

On a day when one former leader announced that he would stick by his word, and  the PM declared herself humbled, it was good to be reminded of old Cranmer, humiliated in death but faithful to the end. His last words, aptly enough, were borrowed from Stephen - the first martyr, and the first to be executed by a kangaroo court - “Lord Jesus, receive my Spirit...I see the heavens open and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.”

They were, of course, both following their leader, and ours. The cross birthed a church in his image...

Near Death Experience

Written by Anthony Douglas on Friday, 15 March 2013.

Cliff EdgeFor some people, there are few things more interesting than hearing about the testimonies of those who claim to have had some kind of near death experience: dark tunnels, moving towards the light, choosing to turn around and so on. Whether their experience resulted from some traumatic accident or a mishap on the operating table, the common themes are seen to provide some insight into the nature of life and death.

For others, the near death experience is to seek out new thrills, to challenge the limits of what is and isn’t possible for a human body. Whether it’s walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls or escaping from a locked box submerged underwater, racing around a speedway track or scaling the highest peaks, it doesn’t matter. As long as the adrenaline flows, it’s good.

The reality is that we all have a near death experience: it’s called life. Our existence is so fragile; we depend on a steady supply of food, water, air, relationship - the list goes on. The smallest illness under the wrong circumstances can be enough to kill us. The tiniest germ can fell even the strongest ox.

The funeral service in the Australian Prayer Book says, “In the midst of life we are in death. From whom may we seek for help, but from you, Lord God, though you are justly displeased on account of our sins?”

The link between Jesus’ death and our resurrection is vital in the true sense of the word!

The Wailing Wall

Written by Anthony Douglas on Friday, 08 March 2013.

Wailing WallNo doubt you have seen images of Jewish people praying at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. You may have wondered at the name - on TV, you can’t hear the wall make a sound!

The wall is all that is left of the western wall of Herod’s temple, built just over two thousand years ago. This wall surrounded the courtyard of the Temple: ironically, all that is left for Jews today is a portion of the section of the Temple that was set aside for Gentiles and women.

Jews have been coming to the Wall since the 4th century, not long after the Temple was destroyed. Of course, in this modern age, there’s an e-shortcut available. For a small fee, there are a number of internet sites that will take down the details of your prayer, print them off, and wander down to the wall to put your prayers into whatever crack in the wall is available.

Bizarrely, women aren’t allowed to pray at the Wall - even though it was built for them. One Jewish woman was arrested in 2010 for having the audacity to lead a group of women in prayer, and was threatened with a gaol term of years.

Why the Wall? It is thought that there, God is more present, more accessible. Judaism, lacking a Temple, now lacks any doctrine to explain how its adherents can come into God’s presence. How tragic that he is thought to be limited in such a fashion; indeed, it’s dire enough to wail over.

The Pawn

Written by Anthony Douglas on Saturday, 02 March 2013.

In the game of chess, the pawn is the least of the pieces. Limited in mobility, almost impotent in attacking capability, and common as muck, it lies at the bottom of the heap. Players will think nothing of throwing a pawn away on a whim. It is the representation of the expendable foot soldier: faceless and no different from its fellows.

The face below belongs to a six-year-old child called Coy Mathis from Colorado. Coy’s parents held a press conference during the week to announce that they were suing Coy’s primary school for discrimination. The reason: the school had informed them that Coy would no longer be allowed to use the girls’ bathrooms.

CoyIt’s a tricky case. Coy is a boy - but as you can see, he doesn’t look like your average first grade lad. Since he was 18 months old, Coy has referred to himself as a girl, and lived his life as such. The doctors diagnosed ‘gender identity disorder’ and said to let him live as a girl.

Here is a tragedy with years to run. Our society’s obsession with sexuality, individual choice and moral relativity has given a small child a lifetime of confusion and notoriety. And now an insistence on legal process and ‘rights’ means that Coy will forever be identified as the toilet kid. Collateral damage from the culture wars, he is a pawn sacrificed for political gain.

Give me the God who dies for the small and the powerless any day. He never treats us as mere footsoldiers.

Victory

Written by Anthony Douglas on Friday, 22 February 2013.

What is the colour of a winner? Is it the gold of a sporting medal? The green of the stockmarket killing? The red or black of a roulette wheel?

NikeThe statue on the right depicts Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. Should you care to see it for yourself, you’d need to visit Constitution Square in Kharkiv, Ukraine, where the statue was erected in the post-Soviet era. No prizes for guessing which victory is being commemorated here, of course, but it is a fairly grey victory, isn’t it?

If you prefer more colour to your Nikes, you could always visit Luxembourg to see the Gelle Fra, a golden statue of the goddess at the top of a twenty metre high obelisk: a memorial to those who fell in the First World War.

Or for more colour still, visit a shoe store and be bowled over by the vivid range of sneakers and boots available under the label.

In 1866, Algernon Swinburne published a poem that included the lines: ‘Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath’ as he mourned the way Christ won his victory through an ignoble death.

Not many people remember Swinburne any more; it turns out he was right. The pale Galilean ascended, the world placed under his feet, the red flush of life in his flesh. Victory has come through monochrome into full colour!

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