Intercessory prayer as metaphorically walking round the garden (A sort of meditation)

Recently, as I was working in the garden, it came to me that walking round a garden can help our intercessory prayer.

There is lawn – a place of little interest but where everything happens – where children play and grown ups sit. In the same way there are many ordinary places which do not look much but are vital for our lives, our recreation and our health. We thank God for those places where things are always happening in the busyness and ordinariness of life

There are flower beds and borders – places that look very pretty yet hide the amount of work needed to keep them looking wonderful. So we pray for all those who work behind the scenes in our society to keep the wheels of life turning so that all we take for granted runs efficiently.

There is often a place of disaster – where nothing will grow or where mice and slugs have eaten what was planted and all the hard work seems wasted – places where the soil is infertile or a heavy useless clay. So we pray for the places where life is hard where people are struggling to make a life for themselves against the odds. (The floods in Pakistan are the latest example of human life being shown in all its vulnerability against the forces of nature) We pray for people facing hardship and danger in their everyday lives and that we and others may find ways to help them. There are people we know who find life a struggle against the odds through illness or circumstance and we remember them and pray for them.

The is a compost heap – an unpleasant smelly place which is nevertheless essential for the life of the whole. We pray for the parts of life that are unpleasant and which people usually ignore but which are essential for the balance of nature.

There is the vegetable bed – where plants are grown for what they can provide for the table so we pray for all those involved in production of the essentials of life such as food and water. We remember that what we take for granted is a luxury in other parts of the world.

There are weeds and pests – things that we don't want around, that ruin the nice things we try to do. So it is in our world: there is so much that makes us often feel our efforts are overwhelmed. We work to build things in a new way and find that there are those who get pleasure by destroying the good things that people do. Help us not to get discouraged by this and continue to work for justice, peace and sharing and the coming of Gods kingdom in the world

And there is the shed where the tools are kept – a place of quiet order – equipping us for service. So we pray for those who serve others, those who lead and those who administer that they may act fairly and for the common good.

The garden is a place where we go to relax. So we pray for the times we have to recover and recharge our batteries. We remember all those who are away on holiday at present preparing themselves for the busyness of the autumn.

That the garden is a microcosm of our world, a place of beauty and a place of utility, a place of order and a place of chaos, but most of all a place to both work and play.

We bring all these aspects of our lives, our society our church and our world to God in prayer in the name of Jesus.. Amen

The time traveller's wife...

Audrey Niffenegger's book "The Time Travellers Wife" is her first novel. I had heard of the film of this title in the context of awards so took the book for a holiday read. If time travel were to be possible, and many people suspend disbelief on Saturdays for Dr Who, then the sort of emotional problems that would be created are illustrated in this novel.

For Henry time travel is a genetic disorder that causes him much discomfort and pain for when he time travels he arrives naked. The main story line is a romance between Henry and Clare built up when the participants meet out of chronological sequence long before they meet in real time. He of course wonders when they do meet how this stranger to him has known him for so long. She met him first when he was about 30 was 6 but he does not really meet here until she is 20. Confused? You needn't be as each short chapter indicates the date and the relative ages of the protagonists.

Basically this is a love story with the expected contemporary degree of “adult” sexual behaviour and with the complication of non-sequential time. For this reason some classify it as science fiction. The author examines issues of love, loss, and free will. Specifically it uses time travel to explore how people fail to communicate and can be distant in relationships, while also looking at deeper existential questions.

I found the novel provoked many interesting theological questions about the nature of time. If time is simply a chronology of events that follow one after another with causes leading to effects, how does God fit in? Is God, in the terms of process philosophy, present in the potentials for choice and change in every present moment. Or is, at the other extreme, God outside of time, looking down from eternity at the pages of the days of all time laid out and viewing all at once. Such a position would severely restrict the ability of humans to affect their destiny out of its predetermined courses. Would we still be free agents?

These are not new arguments as in various forms they go back to the early church fathers. Living in Scotland I am surrounded by Calvinists who accept pre-destination to some greater or lesser extent. Pre-destination seems to have invaded the Scottish secular psyche even in its modern contexts. In this novel the author does not let the time traveller make any changes to events that would influence the future yet paradoxically she does allow him to memorise the lottery numbers for the following week so that they can buy their new home!

It is an intriguing and amusing book but is without a properly thought out philosophy of time underpinning it. However an excellent holiday read.

"I must go down to the sea again..."

"I must go down to the sea again..." is the beginning of the poem "Sea Fever" by John Masefield. I feel the sea calling this week as on Saturday we will collect our charter yacht on Loch Linnie and set off up the west coast. We have looked at the charts and the weather forecast but we will go where the winds and tides take us. We will anchor in small bays for the nights and hopefully there will be moderate but steady winds blowing to fill our sails. There is the challenge to keep alert for hazards, the exhilaration of having dolphins coming alongside and the sheer thrill of a well tuned yacht powering through the sea without the distraction of any engine sound. We are not attempting any great distances - this is our annual holiday. The joy is in pottering gently round the many rugged sea lochs that make up the coastline of the west of Scotland. And best of all there is no internet, no facebook, and for much of the time no mobile signal. So we really can get away! (The picture above is the actual yacht taken from the charter company website)