According to the latest research, “Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ has been replaced by Monty Python’s ‘Always Look on the Bright Side of Life’ as the most popular song played at funerals [in the UK]” (MSN Entertainment News, 22 November).

This is terrific news for the Church — and Shakespeare too (vide infra). It demonstrates that, contrary to the never-ending torrent of diatribes from grouchy and resentful Christian pundits of culture, contemporary society remains robustly Christian. The Life of Brian classic is, in fact, a profoundly Bible-based ditty, and far more suitable for concluding a funeral — and immensely theologically richer — than, say, Chuck Wesley’s poxy “Love Divine”, Isaac Watts’ lugubrious blood-and-wounds “When I Survey”, or the loutish Welsh rugby anthem “Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer”, let alone Ol’ Blue Eyes’ blasphemous “My Way” (see John 14:6). It is, indeed, a worship song to raise the dead — or at least to guarantee that the ghost of the deceased will return to haunt the mourners [sic]. In fact, I propose that “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” should be the go-to hymn for concluding not only funerals, but indeed all church meetings, councils, synods, and solemn assemblies, as lay and clergy, from charladies to bishops, join hands with the angels, archangels, and all the company of heaven to praise the King (Elvis or Yahweh depending on your mood).

Here, then, is “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”, biblically annotated:

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad;
Other things just make you swear and curse.
– Job 3:1
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle,
Don’t grumble, give a whistle,
And this’ll help things turn out for the best …
– Romans 8:28

And always look on the bright side of life …
– Ecclesiastes 9:7-10

If life seems jolly rotten,
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you’re feeling in the dumps,
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle – that’s the thing:
– I Thessalonians 5:16

And always look on the bright side of life …
– Ecclesiastes 9:7-10

For life is quite absurd,
And death’s the final word
– Psalm 115:17
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
– II Timothy 4:6-7
Forget about your sin,
– Isaiah 43:25
Give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it – it’s your last chance anyhow:

So always look on the bright side of death …
A-just before you draw your terminal breath …

Life’s a piece of shit, when you look at it;
– Ecclesiastes 1:2
Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke, it’s true.
You’ll see it’s all a show, keep ‘em laughin’ as you go,
Just remember that the last laugh is on you:
– Ecclesiastes 9:2

And always look on the bright side of life …
– Ecclesiastes 9:7-10

C’mon Brian, cheer up.
Worse things happen at sea you know.
– Jonah 1
I mean , what have you got to lose?
– Mark 8:36
You know, you come from nothing –
you’re going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!
– I Timothy 6:7

Nothing will come from nothing, ya know what they say?
– King Lear (Act 1, Scene 1)

Cheer up, ya old bugga. C’mon give us a grin!
There ya go, see!

I rest my case.


The parable of the two — good guys?

by Kim on November 18, 2014

On one occasion, a young man who knew his Bible went to Jesus to see if he was “sound”. “Jesus,” he asked, “what must I do to go to heaven?”

“That looks like a Bible you’ve got there,” Jesus replied. “What does it say?”

Waving the black book to which Jesus had pointed, the youngster answered, “It’s the inerrant Word of God, inspired, faultless, perfect in every way and containing all things necessary for salvation.”

“Sorry?” Jesus said.

“It’s the inerrant Word of God,” the youngster repeated, “– at least the original autographic texts are.”

“‘The original autographic texts’?” Jesus said, quizzically.

“Yes,” the youngster said.

“Let me see,” said Jesus, motioning toward the black book.

“Oh, this doesn’t contain the original autographic texts,” the youngster said, “but it’s the next best thing. It’s the Scofield Reference Bible. Here, look.”

Jesus took the black book, opened it, shook it, listened to it, smelled it, then returned it to the youngster. “Who says it’s inerrant?” he asked.

“God says,” the youngster replied.

“Where does God say that?” asked Jesus.

“In the Bible,” the youngster replied.

“I see,” said Jesus.

“And the Chicago Statement says so too,” the youngster added.

“Oookay,” said Jesus. “Look, let me tell you a story. A man was walking into town one night when he was attacked by some thugs. They stripped him, beat him up pretty bad, took his wallet and iPhone, then ran off, leaving him half-dead. A bishop happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So, too, a priest, when he came to the place and saw the man, passed by on the other side. But then another two guys came to where the man lay, and when they saw him their hearts went out to him. They cradled him in their arms, disinfected his wounds, and gave him some Ibuprofen. Then they called a cab, took the man to a pub, and nursed him through the night. The next morning, they gave the landlord $100. ‘Look after him.’ they said. ‘We’ll be back soon and reimburse you for any extra expense.’

“Now,” concluded Jesus, “who were the good guys?”

The youngster replied, “What’s that got to do with heaven?”

Jesus said, “I’ll get to that. Just answer the question.”

“Well, not the bishop or the priest – Catholics, right?” the youngster said. “So maybe the other two guys.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?” asked Jesus.

“Well, were they Bible-believing Christians?” asked the youngster.

“I don’t know,” Jesus said.

“And are you sure they weren’t gay?”

“Does it matter?” asked Jesus?

“And why did they take him to a pub rather than a hospital? Had they been drinking?” the youngster continued his interrogation.

“Who cares?” asked Jesus.

“And the man who was mugged – where was he going? And was he a proper Christian? And if not, did the two guys – who, to be honest, seem pretty suspicious to me – did they witness to him?”

“I …,” began Jesus.

“Well,” interrupted the youngster, “I’m obviously asking the wrong person about heaven – you’re unsound. In fact, you remind me of Peter.”

“Peter?” asked Jesus, turning to his disciples.

“Peter Enns, silly,” said the youngster. And feeling very sorry for Jesus, he walked away, but not before pausing to look back and adding, “I’ll pray for you.”

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Letter published in the Church Times, 7 November


Summing up a YouGov survey, Professor Linda Woodhead observes that “whereas the clergy [in the C of E] are to the right of the population on ethics, they are to the left in politics.”.

But since when is the the political (Professor Woodhead mentions welfare provision and immigration) not also the ethical, and the ethical (Professor Woodhead mentions abortion, euthanasia, and same-sex marriage) not also the political? The distinction is at best barren, at worst ideological. More word-care, please.

Kim Fabricius


Poppies red and white

by Kim on November 4, 2014

Letter published in the British daily the i on 4 November.

Stefano Hatfield is right that honouring the dead is not an endorsement of war. But the suggestion that “innocent” commemoration is all there is to the symbolism of the red poppy is staggeringly disingenuous.

Otherwise why be so contemptuous of “those ridiculous white poppies”, which not only honour the war-dead of all nations, but also both lament the jingoism of some acts of remembrance and commend the vocation of the pacifist to a world that valorises the warrior?

Still, Mr. Hatfield is in good company: Margaret Thatcher belligerently expressed “deep distaste” for the white poppy.

Revd. Kim Fabricius


Hoot of the day (on the Rome Synod)

by Kim on October 24, 2014

“The conservative commentator Edward Pentin published an outraged piece in the National Catholic Register: ‘More and more there is talk in Rome that this synod is being engineered by groups intent on steering the Church in a heterodox direction, and increasingly evidence is coming to light that points to it.’ ….

“The thought that a synod of Roman Catholic bishops in Rome might be fixed in advance is, indeed, one to distress the sensitive soul. In fact, there hasn’t been anything shocking in quite that way since Captain Renard made the dreadful discovery, in Rick’s Bar in Casablanca, that gambling had taken place on the premises.”

– Andrew Brown, in the Church Times, 24th Octber 2014

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Post-mortem baptism: a hypothetical question

by Richard on October 22, 2014

“One night, you’re in the sleep room; it’s 2am, and you get an urgent page to the intensive care nursery. Not knowing what to expect, you hurry to get up to the unit on the 12th floor. When you step out of the elevator, a nurse quickly points you to the last room at the end of the hall, where a distraught couple stands at the bedside of their just deceased, 2 week old infant daughter. You pray with the couple, who comes from a particular sort of Christian background that will remain unnamed for the sake of this little theological exercise. As you try to comfort them in their grief, the couple asks you, through a stream of tears, to baptize their little girl as their final wish for this life cut short. Regardless of your own theological view on this issue, they tell you that it’s something that would be deeply meaningful and comforting for them to know that their daughter has been baptized, even in her current state.”

What would you do?


A bit of silliness for Monday morning

by Richard on October 13, 2014

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On science, maths and faith

by Richard on October 12, 2014

John Wesley was convinced that should he study mathematics to any depth he’d become an atheist. If he had taken that journey, I venture to suggest he would have discovered that he was wrong. I’m not any kind of mathematician — I pretty much crashed and burned in my university maths classes — though I have always had a fascination for the subject.

One of the most remarkable and beautiful things I’ve ever seen is “Euler’s identity”, pictured above. It draws together the three mysterious numbers e, i and π in a breath-takingly elegant formula that always comes as a complete surprise to those who first learn of it. When you begin a study of mathematics, there is no hint that these three numbers are related to one another, and yet it turns out that at the deepest level there is an order and structure to the universe that could never have been guessed.

This is one of the reasons that I believe that mathematicians and physicists are more inclined to religious faith than their colleagues in biology. The biologist knows that the evolution of life is governed by chance, that random chaotic events are the drivers for the differentiation of species, their survival or extinction. They look at such a universe and cannot find in it a place for God. Perversely, some Christians view the world the same way: they are obliged to reject some of science’s most amazing and successful conclusions because their world-view leaves no room for chance or accident.

The mathematician, on the other hand, can gaze out on a universe in which even the outworkings of chaos find themselves being resolved into patterns of complex beauty which recur in all kinds of unexpected places. The physicist can recognize that inherently unpredictable quantum events lie behind all that we see and experience and that this very randomness has its end in the order and regularity which is our everyday experience.

This, of course, does not amount to anything so trite as a ‘proof of God’. But just as the psalmist was sure that the heavens declare the glory of God (how much louder would her prayers have been if she’d had a telescope!), so the eye of faith can see in the mathematician’s art a vision of God’s faithfulness and majesty.


Hymn of the day

by Richard on October 12, 2014

Because I’m conducting another Harvest Festival service today. I’ve lost count this year…

We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand:
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft, refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord,
For all his love.

He only is the maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.

We thank thee then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seed time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
For all thy love imparts,
And what thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.

Matthias Claudius


God TV CEO steps down over “moral failure”

by Richard on October 5, 2014

From God TV

GOD TV Co-founder Rory Alec has today announced he is leaving the Network, standing aside as Chairman and CEO with immediate effect. This follows what he terms ‘a moral failure’ concerning his marriage.

GOD TV Co-founder and Director of Television, Wendy Alec will continue to lead the Network along with its senior management team and the support of the GOD TV Board.

GOD TV has confirmed the organisation will continue its international operations as well as the work it is doing in Plymouth, UK. This includes the completion of its Revival Prayer Centre on Union Street and new staff building at Burrington Industrial Estate.

Mrs Alec told GOD TV staff in Plymouth that she will address the issue further on 8 October while in GOD TV’s Jerusalem studio to host a series of live Revival Alert broadcasts.

“I will take responsibility on the first night of Revival Alert to share with transparency and authenticity regarding the situation to all our viewers and partners,” she said.

In a separate statement, Mr Alec told GOD TV staff: “After 20 years of service, I have had a moral failure this year. For this reason, I am stepping down. Please forgive me for the disappointment I’ve caused, but I know your eyes are on Jesus who is the author and finisher of your faith and not on me, an imperfect man.

“It is with a heavy heart that I confirm my season with GOD TV is over for now.”

In her role as Co-founder, Creative Director and Director of Television, Wendy Alec has overseen all content on GOD TV for the past 19 years. Her remit includes oversight of the Network and Programming Planning teams; Scheduling teams; Production teams; her Commissioning team and approval of Ministry Airtime Sales and Programme Acquisitions. She has been in charge of GOD TV’s Creative Direction, both on air and in print, from the time of the Network’s inception, including the internationally acclaimed and distinctive GOD TV logo. She is fully supported by GOD TV’s executive management team and financial departments.

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Hymn of the day

by Richard on October 5, 2014

IN every time and place,
Who serve the Lord most high,
Are called his sovereign will to embrace,
And still their own deny;
To follow his command,
On earth as pilgrims rove,
And seek an undiscovered land,
And house, and friends above.

Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
And in the steps of Abraham’s faith
Enable me to go,
A cheerful sojourner
Where’er thou bidd’st me roam,
Till, guided by thy Spirit here,
I reach my heavenly home.

Charles Wesley


Who needs drums when you’ve got buckets?

by Richard on September 30, 2014

Just wow.


Hymn of the day

by Richard on September 28, 2014

Our earth we now lament to see
With floods of wickedness overflowed,
With violence, wrong, and cruelty,
one wide-extended field of blood,
where men like fiends each other tear,
In all the hellish rage of war.

As listed on Abaddon’s side,
They mangle their own flesh, and slay;
Tophet is moved, and opens wide
Its mouth for its enormous prey;
And myriads sink beneath the grave,
And plunge into the flaming wave.

O might the universal Friend
This havoc of His creatures see!
Bid our unnatural discord end;
Declare us reconciled in thee!
Write kindness on our inward parts,
And chase the murderer from our hearts!

Who now against each other rise,
the nations of the earth, constrain
to follow after peace, and prize
the blessings of thy righteous reign,
the joys of unity to prove,
the paradise of perfect love!

Charles Wesley


Hymn of the day

by Richard on September 21, 2014

THIS, this is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;
Whose love is as great as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end.

‘Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We’ll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that’s to come.


Japanese Maple, by Clive James

by Richard on September 18, 2014

Normally I leave poetry to Kim, but I was very moved by this poem from Clive James (who is terminally ill) when I read it in yesterday’s Guardian

Japanese Maple

Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?

Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.

My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:

Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colors will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

‘Japanese Maple’ by Clive James, first published in the New Yorker, © Clive James, 2014

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Railway Station as sacred space

by Richard on September 14, 2014

An 800 year old Icelandic hymn, sung in a German railway station…

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Hymn of the day

by Richard on September 14, 2014

Christ, from whom all blessings flow,
Perfecting the saints below,
Hear us, who Thy nature share,
Who Thy mystic body are.

Join us, in one spirit join,
Let us still receive of Thine;
Still for more on Thee we call,
Thou Who fillest all in all.

Move and actuate and guide,
Diverse gifts to each divide;
Placed according to Thy will,
Let us all our work fulfill.

Sweetly may we all agree,
Touched with loving sympathy,
Kindly for each other care;
Every member feel its share.

Never from Thy service move,
Needful to each other prove;
Use the grace on each bestowed,
Tempered by the art of God.

Many are we now, and one,
We who Jesus have put on;
There is neither bond nor free,
Male nor female, Lord, in Thee.

Love, like death, hath all destroyed,
Rendered all distinctions void;
Names and sects and parties fall;
Thou, O Christ, art all in all!

Charles Wesley


Esther “Etty” Hillesum (15 January 1914 – 30 November 1943) was a Jewish woman whose letters and diaries, kept between 1941 and 1943, describe life in Amsterdam during the German occupation [Wikipedia]. She perished in Auschwitz.

One moment it is Hitler, the next it is Ivan the Terrible; one moment it is the Inquisition and the next war, pestilence, earthquake or famine. Ultimately what matters is to bear the pain, to cope with it, and to keep a small corner of one’s soul unsullied, come what may.

Yes, we carry everything within us, God and Heaven and Hell and Earth and Life and Death and all of history. The externals are simply so many props; everything we need is within us. And we have to take everything that comes: the bad with the good which does not mean we cannot devote our life to curing the bad.

To sum up, this is what I really want to say: Nazi barbarism evokes the same kind of barbarism in ourselves … We have to reject that barbarism within us, we must not fan the hatred within us, because if we do, the world will not be able to pull itself one inch further out of the mire.

Dear God, these are anxious times. Tonight … I lay in the dark with burning eyes as scene after scene of human suffering passed before me…. I shall try to help You, God, to stop my strength ebbing away, though I cannot vouch for it in advance…. Alas, there doesn’t seem to be much You Yourself can do about our circumstances, about our lives. Neither do I hold You responsible. You cannot help us, but we must help You and defend Your dwelling place inside us to the last.

… today’s real experience was the magnolia in the corner of Tide’s room, whose mysterious beauty almost scared me stiff. I stood open-mouthed for nearly five minutes as if nailed to the floor … I couldn’t believe there is so much beauty, couldn’t take it all in. I could hardly tear myself away from the flowers, stroked the leaves very gently with the tips of my fingers and almost asked Tide, “Please may I pay a visit to your magnolias every day?”

From Patrick Woodhouse, Etty Hillesum: A Life Transformed (London, New York: Continuum, 2009).


Hymn of the day

by Richard on September 7, 2014

I sing the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where’er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

God’s hand is my perpetual guard,
He guides me with his eye;
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Whose love is ever nigh?

Isaac Watts


End of the day at Greenbelt #gb14

by Richard on August 22, 2014

I’m sitting in an improvised dining shelter, preparing to get into my tent at Greenbelt. Listened to a talk by Brian McLaren (”Bible 3.0″), which was ok, followed by a pint in the site pub “The Jesus Arms”. Now enjoying the darkness and relative peace with a cup of coffee breed cowboy style on my trangia, but the warmth of my sleeping bag has an increasing appeal. Night all!