Thursday, 23 March 2017

A Tiny Impossibility

Miracles come in all shapes and sizes.

Being a Dad to our little girl Jolie has taught me over and again to celebrate the wonder of every day, the ordinary stuff of life that, when you step back and look at it fresh, really is amazing.

Theologically it’s also true that miracles aren’t only restricted to the dramatic and the inexplicable.  When you understand that God is the mover and the shaker behind every good and pleasant thing, you realise that every little thing is a miraculous gift of His grace.

It was two years this Easter since we found out that we were expecting Jolie Liana – our beautiful answer from God.  I wrote about that miraculous little journey here.

Since then – as every parent will know – it’s been a whirlwind.  An exhausting, occasionally infuriating, mostly hilarious and always heart-melting whirlwind.

We liked her so much we wanted to make another.

But bodies, biology and the sovereignty of God don’t always line up as we’d like them to, at least not at first.  Something wasn't right so we got checked out.  It turned out that Roxy’s blood was showing hormone levels that made it “impossible to conceive”.

Well, that sucks.

So we prayed.

And we asked some of those close to us to pray.

Call it a miracle, call it a dodgy blood test, call it whatever you want.

It turns out we’re pregnant.  (Well, Roxy is… you know what I mean.)

And not even just a little bit.  From the size of that little person, we know that at the very moment Roxy’s blood was tested, with the result that it would be “impossible” for us to have another baby any time soon… our second tiny Macintosh was already hidden away in there, waiting to make an appearance.

Even though he/she was apparently impossible.

When you’re following Jesus, and life throws the word “impossible” at you, it’s best to take that with a pinch of salt.

Jesus didn’t have to bless us with this baby.  We'd still be gladly following Jesus if he'd said "no" to those prayers.  We know the other side too - the pain of waiting and not seeing what you hope for come to be.

But it's pretty wonderful to be reminded again that when Jesus says "yes" there is nothing that will stand in the way.

Is there something in your life that everything and everyone tells you is impossible?  Why not take it to God.  There's a good chance He's going to disagree.

Nothing is impossible with God (Luke 1:37)

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Refusing To Die (Except That One Time)

Everyone loves a drama.

There are few things quite so satisfying as a guns blazing action thriller where the hero, whether rough diamond Bruce Willis of the Die Hard years or the timelessly suave Bond, wins out in the face of ever lengthening odds.  The against-all-odds victory speaks to something deep within the human psyche.  The bible teaches that despite the ruinous effect of generations of sin, beneath our warped and wounded exterior there is still visible the discernible image of God, just as the weathered foundation stones on the hillside testify to an ancient royal residence.  For this reason, the deepest truths of eternity echo through culture, and the motif of victory snatched from the jaws of defeat is no exception.

As more than one villain has said to the hero, "why won't you die?".  The imminent "death" of God has been foreseen in every generation.  And yet billions persist in following Jesus.  I have written before about the rational basis for belief in God, and specifically for personal faith in Jesus Christ.  The objective truth and subjective reality of Christian faith is one thing I will stake my life upon.

But the issue takes on a different feel when viewed from the perspective of God himself.  We who love Jesus, knowing the tangible reality of the love of God, can panic when those who wield soft and hard power in our culture seem hell-bent on the eradication of God.  But what the Lord has been reminding me of insistently recently is the doctrine of His sovereignty.

God, no matter what odds He fights against, like every great hero, refuses to die.  No matter what stands in His way, no matter how it looks to the bystander, He will reach his goal and satisfy His purpose in human history.

When in the garden mankind fell, breaking their connection with God to the ruin of themselves and the world over which they had been given authority, the game was up. By all accounts, it seemed God had failed.  And yet, He found a way through: re establishing relationship, partially at first, with the promise of fuller and freer connection to come.

His purpose becomes clearer with Abraham.  God promised that He would father the nation of Israel, who would be a missional beacon of light to the entire world.  Fine promises, but they rang a discordant note for the elderly barren couple to whom they were given.  The audience again thinks the game is up: why box yourself in to a corner like that, God?  Why set up the impossible as your chosen way forward?  It can't happen!  And yet we find that God is the master of life, and if He chooses to bring it forth nothing, not even a barren womb, can prevent it.

When Moses stood, a stuttering old man without reputation and without the trust of his own people, and addressed the God-king of the global superpower of the day, and Pharaoh said no... There was no way Israel would escape.  Gods chosen people would remain captive to a foreign power as a sign of the subservient weakness of Israel and her God.  But God's purposes will not be frustrated.  In a building crescendo of defiance, power and ultimately lethal force, the warrior of heaven proved that He alone was God, and the people were freed.

Years later God's purposes again appear to hang by a thread.  The royal line of David, through whom would come the messiah, the saviour, has been subject to familial genocide so thorough that one young boy, Joash, is the only descendant who remains.  All that stands between the powers of darkness and a final, fatal victory for evil, is a toddler.  And yet God conspires to save his life, to anoint him as King, and to carry on a line of descendants leading directly to Christ Jesus.

Again and again we find God backed in to a corner, the armies of evil raised against him, He having deliberately chosen to manifest His plan and purpose in weak, vulnerable people with no human hope of success... Only for victory to be His once more.

In our more recent history we see the same pattern.

How could authentic faith survive the oppressive hypocrisy and abuse of the politically powerful medieval church?  How could anything real or good make it out of an institution so tainted and defiled?  The church was dead.  But suddenly, out of no where, again and again, God brings revival.  Luther and Calvin, Methodism, Quakerism, the Salvation Army, the Charismatic Movement.  New life, budding from what so many had thought was a dead branch.  God's purposes cannot be held back.

Upon detecting every societal and philosophical shifting wind people have rushed to read the church her last rites.  From the violence and senseless destruction of the Great War, to the rejection of overarching or objective truth as post-modernism set in.  The hubristic conceit of man in the idolatry of the scientific process is the latest thing to be cast as the ecclesiological grim reaper.  Nobody, goes the argument, can still believe this medieval nonsense beneath the microscope of secular humanism and new atheism.  Or more accurately, anyone who retains faith despite those conditions is stupid, incapable of rational analysis, and even dangerous (e.g. Mr Dawkins thoughts on equating the teaching of faith to ones children  with child abuse).

And yet God refuses to die.

Except once.

'No one takes my life, but I willingly lay it down'.

Lest we see God as a puppeteer, or as a manipulative gamer orchestrating a drama of pawns and pieces, He makes His own grand entrance on to the scene in the form of Jesus.  Hanging, nailed to a piece of wood, bleeding and bruised, suffocating under his own weight, the God who created the cosmos submitted Himself to die the shameful death of an ancient near-eastern criminal.

As the disciples gathered around the smouldering embers of all that they had hoped and planned for, they saw no sign of the glory behind the story.  God was dead.

Suddenly it all changes.  Even death itself can't defeat God.  His greatest defeat becomes His eternal victory.  All through town the whispers are heard: is it true what they are saying?  I saw him, I saw him!  But it can't be - dead men don't rise again!  But I saw him - I spoke with him.  I held his hands, looked into his eyes, and ate a meal with him.  Me too!  I saw him!   I would never have believed it but I saw him!

2,000 years on, the resurrection of Jesus stands as evidence that nothing will hold back the purposes of God. Every one of us will pass away, empires political and philosophical will rise and fall, but God and His gospel will remain.

God remains at work, On the throne, Eternity in his hands, furious love in his heart.

In a world full of empty claims and broken promises, I will stake my life on the one who the bible tells us will return and be called "faithful and true".  I will stake my life on the victorious hero.  I will stake my life on Jesus Christ.

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Bump, baby and the voice of God

We have a bit of a story to tell.  When I think of it, we've got a long - even life-long - story of God's goodness and faithfulness, of looking back and seeing the fingerprints of the Father on our lives, shaping, directing and calling.

But this particular piece of the puzzle is an especially exciting one.  We thought we'd share it for a few reasons.  For those who share a relationship with God similar to ours, you may find it encouraging as you follow the voice of God in your life.  For those who are more distant from or skeptical about God, Christianity and matters spiritual, you may find it gives you cause to pause for thought, and reason to linger on the question: might there be some truth behind this "Jesus" after all?  Aside from anything else, for those who know us, and despite it all, retain some affection for us, you may simply enjoy hearing our news and celebrating with us.

We've been married for two months short of five years now.  I personally remain a great fan of marriage, and am daily more convinced that by the grace of God (or a glitch in the matrix) I have married well above my station. I am every day amazed, entranced and delighted by my breathtakingly beautiful wife, who also happens to be my best friend (sorry, lads) and my most perfect team-mate as we tackle all of life's peaks and troughs together.

Eventually, as I learned from an informative video in primary school, the time comes where "when a man and a woman love each other very much" they engage in certain leisure pursuits which result in a baby (with or without delivery by stork, depending on the squeamishness of your upbringing).  About 18 months ago, Roxy and I began to wonder if that time had come.

Big decision, right?

How do you know you're ready?  Do you ever?

We both know and love Jesus, so we thought we'd ask him.  It wasn't so much "when you wish upon a star", squeezing our eyes shut and searching for a sign - more "God, you know how much of a moron I am... What do you think?"

We went about our business, thinking, praying, wondering.

What followed was an extraordinary series of events, which we took to be undeniable evidence of God leading and guiding us, reassuring us that he was with us, and that he had our lives and our plans in his hands.

Some days after we had that conversation about now possibly being "the time", I found a note on my iPad.  It was a note I had made the previous January when Roxy and I had taken some time to reflect on the preceding year, and pray about the year to come.  We had forgotten that at that time we had felt that in one year, we may start "not trying not to" have kids.  One year later was now.

That was reassuring, the idea that our current plans were in line with what we had foreseen a year ago.  But, being a lawyer and needing as much evidence as possible, I continued to ask God to lead clearly. He did.

He answered in subtle ways - feelings and nudges, impressions and a weight of peace.

Then he started to get even clearer.

We had talked about names, and had two in mind, a boy's name and a girl's name (disclaimer: the names currently in mind may not be the same ones, but we've checked that with the almighty and he's cool with it).  I was working a couple of weeks in Aberdeen.  Roxy got on the train to see me, and the plan was to make a final decision that weekend. Two people sat next to her, and through a bizarre series of events (including walking in on tipsy fellow passenger on the Scotrail bog...) they all got talking, and as seems to be Roxy's gift, they went deep pretty fast.  They had a profound conversation and felt the presence of God moving.  The lady sitting with Roxy  then revealed she had a daughter with the same name as we'd talked about.  The guy across the table commented that he had the boy's name.

So far, so coincidental, right?

A few days later we were getting a taxi home after going to a gig with my family.  I'm genuinely open to the possibility that our taxi driver was an angel.  Hear me out. Remember how Paul said many have entertained angels without knowing it?  Well there is a chance that Gabriel, Michael or one of the others took on the form of a foul-mouthed Glaswegian taxi driver that night.  Without prompting, as soon as we sat down, he launched into a spectacular series of observations on life, love, and his two bemused passengers.  Without us saying a word (we didn't have the chance) he went through all of the reasons we should have kids now, without waiting for employment or financial security and without reservation as to the possible toll on our relationship. He said the most profound things, and addressed every remaining objection in my mind.  I was shell-shocked.  We got to our street, paid the fare, and he waved us off with the semi-biblical exhortation: "you're a lovely couple, now go forth and multiply - and practice tonight!"

The next day I was speaking at the evening service at church. It was a great evening where God was really moving, and at the end of my sermon a friend of ours (who had only become a Christian a few months earlier) saw a picture - like a vision from God - over me.  She was confused because what she saw was so odd.  She decided to ask Roxy why she was seeing such bizarre things in her mind's eye.  Roxy's response was to burst out laughing.  Our friend had seen a vision of an embryo - a baby being given to us as a blessing.  Things were becoming undeniable.

A week or two later I was again due to speak on Sunday, this time at the morning service.  I felt a tug to go and pray with a particular guy in church just before the service.  He felt God talking to him in that moment, and started telling me what he felt God was saying.  As we finished praying, he then said there was something else.  "I don't usually do this... But I see kids in the future for you, and pretty soon".  In all the circumstances of the last couple of weeks, I can't say I was shocked.

A month or so later, one of the other churches in the city was using our building for a leadership training session, and our pastor suggested we piggy back along and see what we could learn.  We had lunch with the guy leading the session, and God started speaking to him.  This was the first time we'd ever met, and indeed the first time anyone we knew had ever met him.  He told us what he thought God was saying... And what do you know?  It was all about us having kids.

By this point I started to suspect the Good Lord was trying to say something to us.

I won't go into detail (!) but we obeyed the voice of God.

But, as so many people have found out through tears and disappointment, biology doesn't always play ball when it comes to our plans and timings.  A year went by.  Nothing.  Now, I know many people have struggled to conceive for far longer so we weren't feeling sorry for ourselves.  But, at the same time... God did speak, didn't he?  I mean, if THAT wasn't God's voice, I couldn't ever be sure of hearing his voice. It had been so clear.  We kept praying, trusting, knowing what we'd heard from Him, and knowing that he always always does what he promises.

Into that place of tested faith and slightly strained hope, God spoke again.  This time, one of my closest friends, who knew a little bit of the background, felt God speaking to him.  He felt God saying he was pleased with us.  He felt God saying that he definitely was going to do what he promised, and not to worry.  And he felt God wanted to remind us that his timing was perfect.  And the best part... The part that I always laugh to remember... The part that reminds me that, far from the stuffy religious images of a blond-highlighted guy in a white dressing-gown holding a lamb, Jesus is in fact (in the holiest sense) a total lad.  God said, with a cosmic wink, that he'd told us to start early just because he "wanted us to have a bit of fun".  For so many reasons, I love Jesus.

And timing?

God waited until Roxy had a permanent job with the right to maternity pay.  God waited until I had taken the leap to leave my job and take a cut in pay and security to go and do something else, because he knew I would have struggled to make that decision with the weight of the responsibility of fatherhood, and would have ended up staying in a job that wasn't right for me.  God waited until our hearts were right, and our marriage was ready.

And, as if to remind us that he always will be and always has been on our side, doing everything - even dying on a cross - out of love for us... we found out on Easter weekend that we're pregnant.

God has said so many more things to us about our future, about our family, and about our baby - things that, like Mary at the start of the gospel story, we are treasuring in our hearts.  There is much more to come.  But we will always remember this particular season of our lives for the lessons God taught us, for the gracious way in which he allowed us to hear his voice so clearly, and most of all, for the blessing of the bump in my beautiful wife's belly.

The thing that sets Jesus apart from every other great historical, philosophical or religious leader is that he's still alive.  He speaks.  He cares.  He loves.  And we know it now, more than ever.

No matter what your story is, and no matter whether you are living right now with blessedness, brokenness, or (like most of us) a very human mixture of the two, Jesus cares about and loves you as much as he does Roxy and I - and let me tell you, he loves us an absolute shed load.  He longs to speak into your life as much as he has spoken into ours.  He longs to lead you closer to him, and onwards into a greater and more expansive vision of your future than you could ever dream up yourself.

All he asks is: "trust me".

We'd recommend you do.



Friday, 31 October 2014

Questions and Numbers

Why?

It's the question we all start with as kids.  Even at a tender age we don't simply accept the world around us, but we test, enquire and explore.  Why is grass green and sky blue?  Why should I clean my plate at meal times?  Why does [insert elderly relative] smell the way they do?
But we grow up.  We "mature" beyond that first question.  We stop asking why.  We stop questioning the world around us.  We lose that sense of adventure in the midst of the unknown, and that urge to discover the new, the bright, the beautiful things in every moment.

I think this is one of the many aspects of childlikeness that Jesus implores us to keep nurturing.  A sense of wonder.  Because without keeping that sense of wonder and adventure well watered, it completely dries up under the relentless heat of the grown up world.
Without a sense of wonder we can get caught up in the daily grind – well named, I think, because it grinds you down, little by little, wearing away the wonder that gives life its colour.

The daily grind that means that from 9am you're waiting for 5pm.  From Monday morning you're waiting for Friday night.  From the first day back, you're waiting for your next holiday.  What have we done to life to make it so... well, dull?
What if we asked "why" again?  Why do I do this job?  Why do I watch this show?  Why do I lead this ministry?  Why do I do what I do?

Without reminding ourselves of the purpose lying behind the things that we do, they stagnate into habits, rituals, routines that – if we aren’t careful – can become replacements for the purposes they were supposed to fulfill.
"Date night" becomes a movie and a drink, instead of precious time to appreciate and develop deeper intimacy with your spouse.

"Money" becomes something to manage, measure and fret about instead of being a gift to use wisely and bless others with.
"Church" becomes a weekly tradition or a weekend inconvenience, instead of a wellspring of life and nourishment where we support and encourage each other in our pursuit of Christ.

"Work" becomes a drag that we put up with to fund the life we want to live in our down time, instead of a gift, a blessing, where every day is an opportunity to serve God, to serve our colleagues, customers and clients, to do our little bit every day to make our little corner of the world better for us having been there.
I wonder what it would look like if we paused to ask "why" and remind ourselves of the purpose of all that we do.  If we can't answer the question "why?" about some activity or other, then there are some very important follow up questions.  Those questions are important because everything we do takes time.  And time is the most precious commodity we have.  Psalm 90:12 says "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom".  Why does a recognition of the finitude of time make us wise?  Because it focusses the mind on how best to use that time.  And for that assessment we need to know our purpose.

For some people, there is no purpose – it is a philosophical necessity that there mustn't be.  I believe that each beat of our hearts and each breath we breathe is a gift from God, and that he has instilled in us a purpose.  To love Him, to know his love for us, and to share that love with those around us.  In the words of Augustine "You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you".  It is in connecting with this central purpose - knowing God - that our hearts find their rest.  But this "rest" is not the rest of one who has reached their destination.  Rather, it is the rest of one who knows their purpose, and sets about pursuing that purpose from a place of being at peace with God, assured of his love, and with hope cemented in eternity.

There is no day or time in life that deserves to be "wished away" by meandering, waiting for the moment to pass, or mindlessly following the patterns and routines of the world around us.  There is purpose and opportunity and wonder to be had in every single day, because as that old kids song from Psalm 118 says: this is the day the Lord has made, so I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Neither this day, not the total number of all my days, will last for ever.  I don't want to count any as wasted.

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Breathing

It’s all gone quiet.  Eerily quiet.  An empty office?  No, as many people rustling about as usual.  Subdued conversation?  Maybe, but it feels like more than just an auditory phenomenon.  It’s really quiet.  It’s really still.  What is that calm, like a glass-topped loch?  What is that quiet confidence?  Do I think “my side” will win?  No.  Not exactly.  I have realised in the past few months that there are no sides.  None that matter, anyway.  Is it that I think the result will be the “right one”, then?  No.  In one sense, I don’t think either result is the “right” one.  And at the same time whatever the result is will be by definition the right one.

So what is that I feel?

Thinking about it just now, I think it is God.  By a trick of the law, forcibly preventing me from saturating myself in constant BBC updates.  By a trick of the date, making me realise that all things pass.  By a trick of theology, firmly reminding me that God is immutably sovereign over all things.

I think it is peace.  Knowing he is utterly and eternally in control.  Peace that transcends understanding, because circumstances never provide cause for it.  Everything will change.  It always has, it always will.  But He remains the same.

I think it is hope.  Knowing that though our pride may hollow us out and our self-importance blind us to our flaws, there lies across the scarred face of humanity the detectable image of God.  Knowing that neither sinking boats nor sinking feet tell the whole story.  Knowing that in all things, He is working.

I think it is His presence.  That I so constantly need, yet so reticently seek.  Like an amateur diver so distracted by his surroundings that he forgets to breathe.

How grateful I am that He is so patient, so gracious, as to seek me out when I have failed to seek Him.
 
In/out, yes/no, Scottish/British or any mixture of the two, whatever I am, and whatever we as a people become... we need to breathe.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Referendummed Out

I haven't used this space for discussion of the referendum much, as I was keen to engage in the debate with others rather than just pontificate from a blog without listening to those of varied opinion.  I've decided at this stage to note some thoughts here by way of a full stop. These are my two pence on the campaign, the arguments, and the ultimate result. It's a few weeks to go now, I think most people know which way they are going to vote, and I have found myself coming closer to anger and frustration with the debate than I would like to - accordingly, with this sign off, 'I'm out'.  Que sera sera.

Voting and Vitriol

I came to this debate leaning towards 'No' but (as honestly as I could) remaining open to persuasion.  I will vote No, but that is not to say I don't understand why people are voting Yes. I am not one of those who says that all 'Yessers' are daft Braveheart types - far from it. Several of the people whom I most love and respect are tending towards voting for independence.  But, like grown ups, we can agree to disagree and still have a great many other things in common.  Sadly, that isn't the case for many across the public side of this debate.

I've heard people suggesting that 'the eyes of the world are on us' and that we are a shining example of a nation awakening, unshackling ourselves from an imperial oppressor by peaceful democratic resistance.  If the eyes of the world are truly on us at this moment, then I am ashamed to be associated with what they are seeing.  A nation divided by petty hostility, shallow tribalism and misdirected patriotism. On both sides, be it noted.

The fact is that the public face of this process has shown us to be largely incapable of restraint or listening to the other. Of course, that isn't true of the many 'over a coffee' chats between friends which have developed our thinking, but the visible debate - online, on press, on telly - has been hopelessly shallow.  I have been (directly or by categorisation as a 'No' inclined voter) called a traitor, a quisling and a Tory. I, apparently, don't care about the poor, don't care about democracy, and I don't care about the elderly.

That might be acceptable if we were simply talking about the 'extremes of social media' where anyone can mouth off without fear of being taken to task. But it isn't just that. It's the campaign itself. Salmond repeatedly asserting that Darling is 'in bed with the Tories' when he knows Darling's politics are far removed from David Cameron. Even subtly saying 'it's our pound, as well as yours' sets Darling up to be one of 'the English' rather than a Scot with an equally valid but opposite view as to how to progress the nation.  I have found it to be a very negative debate - on both sides - particularly as it has approached its conclusion.

Pos/Neg

Negativity has infected both sides, but 'the No camp have nothing positive to say' is an assertion that I feel needs a rebuttal.  The fact is that the referendum asks a yes / no question. If you want people to vote 'no' then you are giving them reasons not to vote 'yes'. At a purely linguistic level, that is an unavoidably negative proposition.

But it goes deeper than that. Yes Scotland are arguing for a huge change to the fundamental nature of the Scottish state. The question is 'should we go through that change, or not?'  There are very good reasons why change of that magnitude should be very carefully considered and the risks assessed, and as such Better Together are doing exactly what we need them to do by pointing out the risks.

This reflects on another comment I hear bandied around: 'why is there no grass roots campaign for the union?'  The answer is obvious: grassroots campaigns start with a desire for change.  Grassroots 'Yes' campaigns begin with people who want to change the constitution.  Nobody joins a campaign to 'keep things as they are'.  Rather, 'No' inclined voters are just as involved in grassroots campaigns, but for issues that actually matter to them within the union. To put it another way, everyone wants change, but 'No' voters suggest that there are bigger and more important changes to make within the union, rather than leaving the union.  The union is not the goal, but the context within which we want to reach our goals.  For Yes Scotland, independence is an aim in and of itself.

Of course, Yes Scotland have now shown themselves to be entirely hypocritical in accusing anyone of negativity given that their latest tactic is to hustle and harass the poorest and most vulnerable in our society by threatening that a No vote means an end to the NHS and an end to their benefits. I even saw one Yes poster with a picture of a nuclear mushroom cloud over Faslane.  Vote Yes, or you'll have no money and no healthcare. And you'll die in a nuclear holocaust.  Positivity is great, huh.

But beyond those extremes (which have only been wheeled out at the death as Yes tries to close the gap) it seems to me that a vote for independence is fundamentally pessimistic.  You only have to delve beneath the surface of the 'Scotland can do it' rhetoric and you find an altogether more cynical underlying conviction that 'Britain can't'.  What if, together, we can?  What if, instead of cutting ourselves off, we engaged across the whole country and started building towards a better, fairer, more compassionate society across the whole UK?

Gimme Gimme

Both sides have approached this debate on the predictable but sad basis that 'what's in it for me?' is the ultimate decider. Accordingly, Yes and No have argued to the death over whether we'd have more money or less money.  What neither campaign seems able to admit is that the truth is we don't know - Scotland could end up wealthier, or poorer, than it is currently. It depends on a multiplicity of interconnected factors (such as the hotly contested estimates of just how much oil is sitting under the sea to the West of Shetland).

The question I would pose is: does it matter?  Isn't it a far cry from the principles of solidarity and sharing that (apparently) are the foundation of liberal, left wing Scotland to boil it down to a calculation that 'if we don't share it with the English, we can spend it on ourselves'? Isn't that selfish?  Or do we care so deeply about our own poverty that we will deplete the reserves available to help our neighbours?  Is a poor Glasgow family more worthy of help than a poor London family?

Better Together have, unfortunately, walked right into that argument - accepting as a basic premise that we want to be better off. What if we don't?  What if there are bigger principles at stake than having our cake and eating it, having our oil and spending it?  The union for me is about partnering for good, pooling resources for the benefit of all.  It is about being completely happy to see some of our oil surplus be spent in the South, knowing that when the oil dries up (and indeed before the oil was struck) some of the wealth of the buoyant South East economy flows North.  Good times and bad, for better for worse... Hardly a mature marriage if it is based entirely on economics.  'Honey (not Darling....) thanks for the last few years, but I've got a better offer elsewhere. And I'm keeping the engagement ring.'

Politics or power

The debate should not be about money, and also not about policy.  The reason why, as Angus Robertson narrated at length in a debate a few weeks ago 'the No parties don't even have a plan A' is because that is exactly what they are: parties plural. Yes Scotland was described by Greens leader Patrick Harvie as pretty much an SNP vehicle.  That's why they can make policy announcements about independence meaning greater childcare an oil fund and lower corporation tax. Of course 'independence' doesn't mean a jot for childcare.  But a government policy does.  It is therefore misleading to say 'independence means we will have this, this and this...' Because that entirely depends what the elected government of Scotland does!!

So where is the 'Better Together' vision?  There isn't one.  There can't be.  It is contributed to by three or four parties who generally disagree. They have different visions for Scotland. In the next election they will ask you to vote for their vision. Right now, the only issue is whether Scotland should remain a part of the UK, and these parties agree that for all of their varying and divergent visions of the future, the best way is to do it together.  Rather than mocking Darling for being 'in bed with the Tories' shouldn't we be commending politicians from warring factions for setting aside their differences to work collaboratively?  Isn't that what we want to see more of in politics?  Less 'punch and judy' and more mature co-operation in the national interest?

Democratic deficits

One of the more intriguing arguments going around is the 'democratic argument'.  Salmond passionately told us that for half of his life he has been ruled by a government he didn't vote for.  My friends, that is democracy!!  That means that for the OTHER half of his life, he did get the government he voted for!! I have never voted SNP in my life... Yet they govern me on devolved issues just now.  If you consistently vote for minor parties, for example the Christian Party, you will likely NEVER get the government you want.  That is democracy.

Now, the argument runs that because Scotland makes up less than 10% of the UK population, Scotland can't guarantee that it gets the government it votes for.  That argument is deeply flawed.

First, it assumes that Scots are a homogenous bunch of left leaning labour voters.  Hence, if a right-of-centre party is in power, it is the opposite of what Scotland wanted.  That is nonsense.  Until the 1950s Scots could just as easily vote right-of-centre as left, with the conservatives often winning more seats than labour.  Even today, whilst the first-past-the-post system of the UK general election works on a 'winner takes it all' basis, which affords the First Minister his line about the pandas out numbering Scottish Tory MPs, the truth is that 412,855 Scots voted Tory in 2010.  Not seem that much?  Well 491,386 voted SNP, and 465,471 voted LibDem.  My point is that you can't say that Scots all think the same, and Tory support in Scotland, whilst low compared to the South East, is not rock bottom.

Secondly, and even less understandable, the argument assumes that 'the English' all vote Tory!  Therefore no matter what wee Scotland does, those true blue English cousins of ours will vote us down with their Tory votes.  Come on.  Do you remember the two last prime ministers of the country?  Both Labour.  Edinburgh educated Tony Blair and awbdy's favourite Fifer Gordon Brown.  We Scots are not completely different from our family and friends in the rest of the UK in our voting patterns - Glasgow has as much (the West coaster in me says more!) in common with Manchester as it does with Edinburgh.

Thirdly, the democratic argument for Yes takes umbrage at the fact that we enlightened 9% can't tell the 91% what to do!  That is how democracy works!!  It means that if you want change, you need to engage in a debate across a broad range of people - like the Labour movement did historically.  The same can immediately be said of areas in Scotland who tend not to vote for the ruling party - the obvious example being Lib Dem stronghold Shetland.  Do they suffer a democratic deficit because the SNP are in power?

The local-er the better

It follows then, say Yes, that we should go it our own way.  Because (altogether now) nobody will do a better job of governing Scotland than those who live and work there.  An excellent line that begs an affirmative answer.  But is it a good point?  Is it true that the closer the local connection to power, the better?  Is there a reason we ever moved on from medieval city-states to form nations, and nations to form unions?  If it is true, why stop at Scotland?  You won't find a Glaswegian that thinks people from Edinburgh are cut from the same cloth - maybe we should go for an east-west split?  But those city types don't understand rural concerns.  We should divide it north-south as well - the republic of the Highlands and Islands.  But wait - islands?  Can't get more separate than that.  An independent Shetland. Wouldn't that be local?  Of course, since most of the new oil is found in their waters, Shetland should definitely go it alone.  Never mind what that would do economically to mainland Scotland. Why worry - they're different from us.

Is it true? Or is there value in togetherness? Across regions, towns, cities and villages.  Transcending class, profession, race and religion.  Is it not the case that we are (to get on the bandwagon) actually better together, as a family of nations, learning from each other, growing together and progressing together?  Is there literally zero truth in the arguments made by Better Together about having the backing of broader shoulders?  Spreading the impact of volatile oil prices and unforeseen costs across a wider population?  It seems to me just to make sense.

Perhaps you saw the news that there is a movement to divide California into 6 states. The stated reason? Localising democracy! The (alleged) undercurrent? Let's keep our wealth in our own region and not share it with the poorer parts. That is not the kind of ambition which I want driving my country.

Short memories

But it's not just about making government more local, say Yes, it's about freeing us from the tyranny of Westminster - look at all they've done!!  The chief campaign tactic of Yes has been to list unpopular policies of the UK government and say 'that's the union for you'.  But the fact is, those are the policies of particular governments at particular times.  When I hear those kinds of comments, it reminds me of a certain Monty Python sketch.  If you will indulge me:

'I mean, what has the union ever done for us?  Yeah well, apart from giving us a place of influence at the table of the international community - what has the union ever done for us?  No, apart from the benefit of barrier-free trade with one of the worlds biggest economies - I mean what has Westminster done for us?  Yeah, ok, I guess there's the minimum wage, a balanced trade union system, and the human rights act... But apart from all of that, what has Westminster ever done for us?  No, no, forget about creating the welfare state, practically inventing peaceful modern democracy, increasing social mobility to the point that one in two people go to uni and many of those who don't, choose not to... Apart from all that.... I mean recently. What has this Con-Dem government of austerity wielding doom done for ME?  Well, apart from raising my personal allowance so that more of what I earn I keep, and apart from...'

We have terribly short memories. As both sides have reminded the other (usually to win a very narrow point), independence is forever, not for Christmas.  As we emerge from a recession, it's hardly fair to accuse the current regime of being less generous than their predecessors.... That was the whole point!  And now as employment figures start to recover and the economy starts to grow - just as things might start to get better - we want to leave?  Did we want to leave when the economy was booming, spending was at its peak, and the cabinet was half Scottish (not actually much of an overstatement!) with a Scottish educated PM and a Fife-born Chancellor?  It is completely short-termist to say 'vote Yes to end austerity and get free from Osbourne's cuts'.

Never mind complexity

Ah yes, they cry, but look at the bigger issues - illegal wars, nuclear missiles... Long term policies that Scotland is consistently dragged into against its will.  It is at this point that sound bites and one liners do not serve us well.

On illegal wars. Firstly, as easy as it is to throw it around, no Court or tribunal has determined that the UK invasion of Iraq in 2003 was illegal, and clear published (and publicly available) advice from the Attorney General stated it was lawful.  But that aside, clearly Iraq remains a hot issue - not least because of the appalling barbarism we see taking place there in these past few months.  Salmond is on record as saying an independent Scotland would not have undertaken a pursuit such as the Iraq war.  Is it really so simple?

War is never good, but is it sometimes the best response to a bad situation?  Most if us still agree WW2 was 'the right thing to do'.  Most think the same on Kosovo, where Blair was the liberating hero.  Same for Sierra Leone.  In Iraq we removed a dictator but left a legacy of chaos.  In Afghanistan we deposed the Taliban but again left things looking pretty shaky.  In Syria, and arguably in relation to the current plight of the Iraqis, we do nothing, haunted by 2003.  What is more moral?  To enter into the fray, to avert disaster, amidst accusations about 'trying to play the world police' or to sit back in the face of unspeakable human rights abuses and do nothing because it ain't our problem?  I say that not to argue that every decision made by the government has been right, but simply to acknowledge that things are more complex, more nuanced than the standard lines about illegal wars, America's lapdog and world police.

The same goes for nuclear arms.  And, in fact, for balancing the need to 'make work pay' with the need to protect the vulnerable and the jobless from poverty.  Complex questions, difficult answers - and most importantly, divided opinion.  To break the issues down to sound bites about Westminster and their implicit desire to wreak havoc with bombs and benefits, is to patronise us, mislead us, or worse.  These are complicated issues that Holyrood will have every chance of 'getting it wrong' in the eyes of many people, just as Westminster has. Such is democracy.

What if the problem is people?

When we leave, if we leave, what are we walking into?  A socialist utopia?  A land of milk and honey?  Oil money paving the streets, renewable energy lighting up the world?  Do we really think that the answers to poverty, addiction, alcoholism, domestic abuse and recidivist offending and all of the other ills which afflict us as a nation are just sitting there under the surface, waiting to be found by an independent Scotland, set free from a UK regime which seeks to keep us (and themselves) under the cosh of these and other social problems?

That does a huge disservice to the thousands of organisations - state and charitable - working across the UK to relieve those issues.  Independence is an easy answer, and like most easy answers it isn't an answer at all.

What if our struggles with poverty in the midst of the eternal right-left political tension, our disillusionment with politics and politicians, and our addiction to debt is not a UK problem, but a people problem?  I don't find the Scottish Parliament a country mile more compassionate, realistic, honest or sensible than the UK parliament.  I think (bless my cotton socks) that politicians of every political hue, by and large, actually go into it with some ideas and desires to make the country better.  Whether they succeed or not we can debate, but the point is that this narrative of Westminster, the bankers and the Tories all being one homogenous blob of gluttony that sucks us dry, is a dangerous one.  My fear is that we will walk blindly into independence and discover that we still have all the same issues, we disagree with each other just as much, we mistrust our politicians the same as we did before, and public information is as much spin and distraction as it is now.  Why assume it will be different?

Rather than cutting away and doing it ourselves, why not try and bring cultural change across the whole political spectrum?  Do we really believe that just by dint of being Scottish we are better people?  As someone involved in the justice system seeing the worst - and occasionally the best - of this society, I simply don't take that view.  I have hope - people, systems and societies can change - but that hope rests on a broad movement across society, rather than simply creating our own little society and assuming it will be different.

Legalities

Before I finish with a little bit of a more positive note, as a lawyer I can't help but be drawn on a couple of technicalities. Notwithstanding my aversion to sound bite and simplification, I will keep this brief!

On currency, as Salmond well knows, the point is not 'can we keep the pound' but whether we can use it in the context of a formal currency union. That is the unknown.  It is not something he can guarantee, and nor is it something that any mandate of the Scottish people can demand.  After all, it will by that stage be demanding that a foreign country underwrite our economy. If the rest of the UK says no, they say no.

But assets and liabilities go hand in hand, he says.  No pound, no payments on the debt. Thank you and goodnight, says Yes.  But actually stop and think about what they are saying.  'The pound' is not an asset, it is a measurement of the value of assets.  Salmond says 'the asset of the bank of England' is what he means.  That is just not a tenable position.  He might as well say that the Houses of Parliament are assets so we should continue to use those!  A political arrangement such as a currency union is not an asset, and an agreement to be supported by the Bank of England as the lender of last resort is not an asset.  The individual pounds in the Bank of England are cash assets - but there aren't any!  The 'assets' we are dividing up, in cash terms, are negative equity: debt.

Of course, if we take the asset question too far one could ask why there is no suggestion that oil is a shared asset, to be divided equally... Because that's ours and we're keeping it, right?  Even though it is UK government money which has been ploughed into development, regulation and support of the offshore industry, and plans for decommissioning installations.  I think there is an argument that oil reserves should be split more evenly.  After all, in a divorce, everything is up for grabs.

This is all setting aside the horrific irresponsibility of threatening to default on £100billion worth of debt.  That would set Scotland up as about as appealing an investment as the former Rangers FC.  The nation's economy crushed in one single senseless promise.

Will Scotland continue in the EU just as we are?  The honest answer is 'maybe'. It's a risk.  The UK is in the EU subject to certain caveats and opt-outs, which new acceding states are not entitled to.  That means that the EU could insist that Scotland joins the Euro, signs up to Schengen (which would raise the border control issue with rUK), and loses the rebate (a cash payment the UK takes back from the EU to account for various factors - very unpopular with the rest of the member states, and so almost certain to not be applied to Scotland).

As with currency, the answer is not in Scotland's power: it depends on the agreement of the other member states.  As has been well documented, certain of those states have their own separatist movements which they would be disinclined to offer encouragement to by treating the new Scotland favourably.  That may be churlish of them, but the fact is that for most of the factors listed above, we need unanimous agreement and we may not get it for those reasons.

One thing that is completely barmy is Yes Scotland's insistence that we will continue to charge English students fees, but nobody else.  Aside from being discriminatory and unfair (which it is at the moment, let's be honest) it will become illegal for an independent Scotland to do it.  It won't happen.  It can't happen.  It would be like charging Spanish or French students: we don't, because we can't.  No question, absolute certainty, we will not be able to do it.  When the Scottish Government says it will... It is either bring wilfully ignorant of the law, or it is being dishonest.

For the future - Fair and Federal

Enough on the minutiae.  What of the future?  Better Together are hamstrung by policy differences from offering a single unified vision for the future.  I am not.

Better Together are hamstrung from criticising the UK government (just as Yes Scotland don't criticise the SNP administration).  I am not.

I want to make it clear that in voting 'No' I am not issuing a vote in support of the current UK government (though nor do I think 'Tory' is a dirty word: the truth is always in the tension).  I am not saying I don't want change.  I am not saying that this nation of ours is perfect.

One of my fears about a Yes vote is that so many are saying Yes to 'change', but as Salmond has made clear in the last few days, he intends to interpret your Yes vote as a vote of personal confidence in him and his white paper - a mandate.  Therefore a Yes vote is not simply a vote for change, it is a vote for a very specific government paper.

My point is this: you ask people if they want 'change', people look around and think this isn't perfect, so yeah of course I want change.  'Vote Yes in that case!' they say.  But the millionaires want a different change to the poor.  The old want a different change to the young.  You might vote Yes because you're sick of the red tape of UK regulation and taxation, and you want to get your business to increase in profitability in a low-tax business friendly state.  Or, you might vote Yes because you're sick of seeing people in poverty and you want to see a reformed welfare state with higher taxes and higher spending.  Two Yes votes, but when it comes to the crunch, one (or both) of those points of view are going to be disappointed.

An independent Scotland is a beautiful blank canvas - but there are a million competing interests and designs for what should go on that canvas, and there is every chance it would be a painting just as compromised and unappealing as UK politics can seem at times.

My argument is that it is better to stay and be a part of the change, than to leave.  Voting Yes is a statement of surrender: it is turning our back on the country and saying 'this cannot improve'.  I say no.  Over the last 500 years this nation has transformed and reinvented itself time and again.  One of the only nations to become democratic without shedding royal blood in the process.  Through the extension of the franchise, women's votes, removing the legislative powers of the House of Lords and removing hereditary peers from the chamber, cementing a foreign aid commitment in the budget and building the NHS and the welfare state, and even through devolution itself (which is only 15-odd years old remember!) this is a nation which has demonstrated that it can be flexible and changeable when the will of the people demands it.

So change it, don't leave it.

What changes would I like to see?  Well, I'll leave out specifics, because frankly I'm not sure what the best way to tackle poverty, addiction and abuse is.  But let me paint a broad picture of how I think it should work politically.

Constitutionally, I think the only logical solution for the UK is federalism.  This grants Scotland greater autonomy, as well as fulfilling the growing desires south of the border for more localised government.  Whether that means 4 parliaments and one UK senate, or England breaking into different regions for the purposes of devolved government, I think that is the only answer.

Imagine devolved government to the same extent in every region of the UK, with one overarching parliament dealing with reserved issues (defence, foreign policy etc). If people really don't like the House of Lords, we could use their chamber as the UK Federal Senate.

We could embed principles in a new constitution whereby each region is responsible for raising the majority of its own revenue, subject to a duty to spread wealth to poorer areas (so we can't keep all the oil money, and London can't keep all the financial services money).

In that context, I would like to see a transition away from sound bite populist politics, to locally involved government, being honest about the big questions (rather than pretending they have all the answers) and in return being treated with respect by the electorate.

I would like to see a political system where rather than cutting down our opponents, we seek to work collaboratively, cooperatively and consensually towards solutions to our problems, and those of the world around us.

As a Christian, this is summarised in one overused but rarely understood word: love.  I hate 'tolerance' - it is such a watered down version of love.  What if we considered those who disagree with us, even those who oppose us, as colleagues and not opponents?  What if, instead of undermining and attacking, we actually held each other up in genuine affection, even amidst our disagreements?

Those are changes which might seem a pipe dream.  Maybe.  But it is a dream that is not, in my view, furthered by independence and separation.  It is a dream which depends on collaboration and, to bring it home, union.

If it doesn't sound too much like I'm trying to rip off MLK: I have a dream.  And I'm voting No because I want to pursue that dream rather than give up on it.  I want to fix the problems rather than walk away from them.  And I want to keep it together rather than break it apart.

You may disagree, and that's ok.  Whether we're staying or leaving after September, I hope we can work together towards a better future - and not just for Scotland, but for everyone.

Wow.

Glad I got that off my chest.

Mikey

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Religion and Relationship

You've got to love a good cliché. World Cup punditry is an endless stream of games of two halves, which aren’t over till they're over. Our esteemed politicians accuse each other ad nauseam of the cardinal sin of being "out of touch" and a short but potent list of other favourites. Even from the well of creative inspiration that is romance, more often than not we draw the same phrases, perhaps beginning with the astute observation that roses are often red whilst on the contrary violets are primarily blue.

But the thing is, clichés often become clichés because they are true.

They are phrases worth repeating, telling us truth worth remembering.

Clearly some are manifestly incorrect (for example "I'm sure it will be fine" tends to ring a little hollow in the wake of serious pain and loss, and "What's for you won’t pass you by" doesn’t necessarily inoculate us from the effects of failing to take the opportunities providence offers) but many are quite profound.

"Christianity isn't religion, it's a relationship".

Now there's a cliché.

But, unlike the blind determination that "what's for us" will not be missed, this particular cliché is true. And, unlike romantic assertions about flowers and colours, it is a cliché which is very much worth remembering.

A friend of mine on Sunday was (amongst other things) speaking about this distinction, and the corrosive effects that religion can have on us and our attitudes to both self and other. As often happens to me, I was struck with the realisation that God had been reminding me of that for a while (I am not blessed with the most sensitive set of spiritual ears, and like sending texts through the intermittent reception at my childhood home, it usually takes a few attempts to get through!)

"Christianity isn't religion, it's a relationship".

This is a statement that I have always adhered to wholeheartedly, usually as a pithy rebuttal to those who assume that my faith boils down to the bending of my will to comply with a set of moral and ethical precepts.

Perhaps, I confess, I have even thought of the phrase as a neat rebuke to those whose Christianity is borne more out of habit than holiness, more tradition than truth, and more law than love.

But the good Lord has been gently (but disconcertingly firmly) suggesting that I might be wrong to point the finger elsewhere whilst remaining ignorant of my three fingers returning serve (to keep with clichés).

In particular, God has been causing me to ask where my allegiances, devotions and passions lie.

Is my life devoted to Jesus, or is my life devoted to acts of service, ministry and (inhale)…religion?

Is my identity rooted in my role as a leader, an influencer, a speaker, an encourager, a [insert ministry or gifting function]…. or is my identity rooted in loving and being loved by Jesus?

If Christianity is relationship; if my true passion is Jesus; if my core identity is being loved by and loving him… then certain things need to change. Patterns of thought. Tendencies towards get-the-job-done-Martha instead of sit-at-his-feet-Mary. And of course, by sitting at his feet more, the job will actually get done better and with far more fruitfulness as a result. As Luther knew, when he said he was too busy not to spend three hours daily in prayer and worship.

Our faith is not first and foremost about holiness and right-living, about church and community, about service and ministry and saving the world. It is, first and foremost, about a relationship with Jesus.

Like any friendship, the only way to deepen relationship is to invest in it. Time to get to know Jesus again.

A couple of months back I preached a sermon which came out of what God had spoken to me very powerfully and personally about my identity. The short version is that over the past 10 years, God told me that he had, like an apple, removed my core, broken me apart, and pieced me back together around a new identity: being unconditionally loved by God.

Given that prior conversation with the Almighty, I responded to this most recent heavenly tap on my earthly shoulder with an objection, along these lines:

"Gosh...I don't mean to be rude, Jesus, but haven't we dealt with that issue… I mean I did preach a sermon on it… I'm meant to have that one sorted now…"

Clear as day came heaven's answer (I could be wrong, but with a hint of a laugh):

"Stage Two"

Perhaps, for those as dim-witted as me, some lessons need repeating.

"Christianity isn't religion, it's a relationship".