Yesterday saw me trundling off to Long Wittenham (not exactly a highway route!) to Glenda Huish’s Wittstock charity fundraiser festival. Subbing for my near-doppelganger Michael East (he replaced me when I left Mark Atherton’s band a couple of years back) I was supplying lead lines on violin to acoustic four-piece Firegazer. Half-hour set on three evening practices, went pretty slick! (and I couldn’t see the rhythm guitarist’s left hand from where I was standing … )
Papa’s got a brand new …
… web presence, more or less. This website has been fairly heavily revised (do take a look around if you haven’t lately) and I’ve pushed through my ‘new job’ on LinkedIn and Facebook. I have a music CV being checked by a professional diary service, business cards on order, a bespoke email address and URL. Some of the nearly-irrelevant stuff has gone from Soundcloud, and the first demo track meant to advertise me as a string player has just gone up (about 3 minutes ago!). Soon I’ll need to contact everyone I know with any slight connection to the music industry to start networking furiously. Yay …
Mumford and Drums
It was a pleasure and a privilege to record at Philip Bagnall’s Eastcote Studios with the String Project on Sunday, especially with the man himself at the desk. (It was also a long hard day that might have fallen better for me not right before a full-time working week, but we’ll gloss over that). With some serious hard work, quite a lot of repeated takes and patching and a monumental amount of snacks and tea, we managed to do the raw tapes of three full tracks and the string parts to a fourth (other bits to be overdubbed later). Anyone reading this with experience of good-quality recording will know that’s a serious amount to achieve in one day! Hopefully it should give us enough material, with some we already have, to put together a CD we can self-release, so watch this space (not too eagerly – a lot of editing, mixing, mastering, cover designing, etc. needs doing in between!). And I managed to make myself a ‘business card’ (the proper ones are on order from Vistaprint) to leave on the pinboard, and leave my contact details with Philip, which feels like some proper professional networking (the email campaign starts in a couple of weeks).
Shame Mumford and Sons hadn’t managed to pack up their drumkit the night before, but what can you do? I dunno, yoof of today …
The times they are a-changin’
So, if you ever look at a bit of this site (or my Soundcloud stream) other than the blog posts, you’ll notice some changes starting to be made. Basically, I’m ‘re-purposing’ the site from the church song writing that never really got off the ground to the freelance / session musician career I’m about to try and launch. The blog will run on continually, but the subject matter might shift a bit. Wish me luck!
On Hell
So I’ve been reading quite a bit of GM Hopkins lately – not the poetry (which I’ve known and read chunks of off and on for years now) but sermons and religious prose, a volume given to me ages back by a then-housemate. While there are flashes of the same brilliant intensity as the best of the poems, and some startlingly committed and thorough scholastic-style theology, much of it is all too much what might be expected of a late nineteenth-century Catholic priest. So, for instance, in his notes on the Ignatian Exercises (Hopkins was a Jesuit, remember, so these were of essential spiritual importance), he assumes, not admittedly an actually literal physical Hell with real oxygen-burning flames, but something producing near as makes no difference the same experiences by acting on disembodied spirits, so that imagining being burnt, choked with sulphur, etc. gives the person doing the exercise a worthwhile idea of the nature of hell.
Now to me, insofar as I would talk about Hell (I think the label is far from helpful, but there isn’t a totally convenient replacement), it is not a place of direct punishment as such, far less of gratuitous torture by evil spirits somehow trapped yet free to wander the earth and spit-roast the dead. It is rather a place of the punishment very directly fitting the crime, if crime you want to call it – if your consistent choice has been to seek to get away from God, to refuse spiritual good, to insist on standing on your own two feet and accepting no grace, then ultimately you will have your wish, to be isolated from God, fulfilled in a way it never can be in this physical reality where the rains rain on the just and the unjust. But to be isolated from God is to be isolated from the source of all joy, all good things and all positivity, and so this is not active torture or punishment but still the utmost form of negative suffering, absence, that can exist.
And as I sat, feeling depressed to the tips of my ears, in my psychotherapy session today, the thought struck me: if that is what I think Hell is like, then isn’t the worst of my current state – miserable, lonely, taking no delight in anything, spiritually dried out, perceiving the complete absence of God whatever my belief in his omnipresence, striving towards Him intermittently and without hope – is that not an awful lot like that vision of Hell? Are these times in fact a sort of prevision of what the true and thorough absence of God would feel like?
And if so, of course, what use would I make of them? or, perhaps, what might they be ‘for’ (in so far as suffering is ‘for’ anything)? Ignatius commands the imagining of Hell that the imaginer may more enthusiastically run to God away from it. Should fear of the recurrence of these worst depths lead me to renewed searching for the functioning spirituality that has somehow parted ways with me, renewed religious devotion? Or should it just lead me to try and work harder with my therapist?
Thoughts on some Wesley ideas, part I
So a couple of Sundays back, for reasons that aren’t important, I went to a Methodist church, which isn’t where I usually go. And it happened to be Aldersgate Sunday, which I’d never even heard of. The sermon included some narrative stuff about John Wesley’s ‘conversion experience’ at Aldersgate, but mostly focused on two sets of principles – manifestos perhaps if you like – of his. And they set me thinking, both on a personal level and a theological one. The first are known as the ‘four alls’, apparently:
All can be saved
All need to be saved
All can know they are saved
All can be saved completely
The second set quoted were these:
Do all the good you can.
By all the means you can.
In all the ways you can.
In all the places you can.
At all the times you can.
To all the people you can.
As long as ever you can.
Now the first one is potentially really tricky for me. Because that all need and can be saved is fine. (I probably wouldn’t actually use the term ‘saved’, but I’ll run with it for now.) But – I trust that I’m saved. I believe that I’m saved. If I was pushed ultimately to a yes/no decision, I would say yes, I’m saved. But ‘know’ isn’t really the word for my experience. There isn’t much blessed assurance about this. Wesley wrote about becoming certain that he did trust Christ for his salvation and that trust was not in vain. I wouldn’t say that’s in experience I currently have.
But where does that leave me? Faith (Hebrews 11:1) is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. We Christians (2 Corinthians 5:7) live by faith and not by sight. And I think it’s legitimate to take sight in those passages as extending not merely to all the physical senses but to all sensation. So I have to go back to Wesley and reflect: All men can be saved. The possibility exists for all people to come to union with God; apparently the statement is in part a riposte to double predestination. But that doesn’t mean all people will be saved. It’s not the same as universalism. And perhaps the only way to make sense of all being able to know they are saved is to treat it the same way only more so. It is possible all will know they are saved. But most will not, will not be given that emotional inner conviction of God’s welcome, any more than most will have the apparently sensual or para-sensual experience of God like what Saul/Paul had on the Damascus road. Maybe, if the general call is to live by faith, it’s not even desirable that most should have that experience. ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.’ (John 20:29). Either way, otherwise my persistence in faith without sensation, or at least with sensation substantially in the past, becomes a sign of inadequate spirituality rather than of loyalty. And that seems too devastating to contemplate.
What about doing all the good I can? Well, this comes down to human weakness. If you miss out the last line about carrying on as long as ever you can, then this would lead me to total burnout in about twelve months. I say that with total assurance because I’ve more or less tried it, with reservations and imperfect will, and ended up chronically mentally ill for my pains. To go all out would burn out very quickly.
That last line points to needing much greater subtlety than the impressive homiletic rhetoric of the sermon excerpt would suggest at first hearing. I am sure that God joyfully accepts all offerings of work to good ends earnestly made. But if we are serious about loving Him with our whole being (Mark 12:30, Deuteronomy 6:5, etc.), then we surely have to plan to be effective. And I am weak, in a very straightforward medical sense of the term though including mental and emotional strength as well as physical. It seems to me that I am obliged to do only the good that I can do today without exhausting myself so much that I am capable of no good tomorrow. Unless I am going to plan to take tomorrow off, which effectively amounts to doing no good tomorrow so that I can do more good today than I can sustain longer-term. And so on.
Unfortunately, this requires two great things: prioritisation of doing one good over another, and ability to rightly estimate one’s own capacity. As to the second, it is clearly unChristian to do less good than one is capable of (we’re right back at the Wesley quote); but it’s counterproductive to try and do more, that will only end up with collapse, having to withdraw from what you’ve committed to, being incapacitated from doing good at all. The first one perhaps requires more discussion. It is very common to come across the idea that each Christian has one particular vocation, and that this once discerned it is God’s will that we pursue that to, if necessary, the exclusion of all other good-doing (though obviously not to the point of sin). Now firstly I don’t think there’s any evidence for this. There are Scripture texts which might lean towards it but I think they only actually teach that we should do what we able and equipped to do well with commitment, rather than deliberately seeking to exercise a ministry for which we are basically unsuited or just ill-positioned for. Secondly, I am quite sure that we are never supposed to ignore a need we might easily fill, a good we might easily do, because ‘that’s not my calling’ – certainly not if we won’t significantly interfere with our major work by doing it and/or if no-one else is likely to do it for us. Finally, even ignoring the question of exclusivity, this idea relies on experiencing a fairly clear ‘call’. I want to go on record as saying I have experienced none such. My significant abilities – presumably topping that list are music and a way with language and literature – have reliably stumbled, faltered and produced nothing of overwhelming significance or even significant sustainability when used in directly divine service. My perhaps one really committed service of my neighbour – Street Pastoring – I had to pull out of because it just fitted too poorly with my frail health.
So not only must I estimate my own powers (or, perhaps more difficult still, my own powers and the grace the Spirit will give me) in order to judge how much I can do, I must also decide which things to prefer without any evident pattern to follow or rank of better to less good. Because there will always be more need than any of us can fill. A good thing, then, all in all, that in all Christianity doing good is a response to being approved by God rather than a method of earning His approval.
‘I seek the Lord’
For those of you reading more for the depression/anxiety stuff than the music stuff, a new poem (on my writing blog):
http://linesbeneaththespires.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/i-seek-the-lord/
Creating from right here #3: blues from depression II
Creating from right here #2: blues from depression I
Questionable spring
(because this blog became basically the mental health blog, right? So stuff about mental health belongs on here even if it happens to be in the form of blank verse. Maybe)
I think that spring has come. The trees are budding,
Some in bloom; and down on the canal,
The pair of moorhens have a nest in train.
This week I saw my first queen bumblebee.
But all this only speaks to me as long
As I can focus wholly on one thing –
Regard the branch, or bird, or bud so still
That all else is denied attention. Else,
The clamour of my mind and of my pain
Repaints the spring in foggy winter grey,
And illness spirits all spring’s growth away.