Sunday, 26 July 2015

Being Christian by Rowan Williams

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This is a short but punchy book, the kind of thing that Rowan Williams does so well. There is a poetic sensibility to his writing, which captures the beauty of the ideas he is exploring.

Although it is split into chapters on Baptism, Bible, Eucharist, and Prayer I found that it is the Eucharist that seems to run through it all as the unify thread. It is an understanding of the Eucharist that has the riches of the sacramental understandings that come from the “Catholic” traditions but with the simplicity and accessibility that come perhaps more readily from “Reformed” traditions. It is always a “both/and” approach that appeals to me.

At one point I thought his words could easily be used as the liturgical invitation to Communion:
Come... “not because we are doing well, but because we are doing badly. Not because we have arrived, but because we are travelling. Not because we are right, but because we are confused... Not because we are divine, but because we are human. Not because we are full, but because we are hungry.”

I think there is also an important theme about not getting to decide who are travelling companions are, which must be wisdom from his truculent times at Canterbury – but also honesty that this stuff is easy to say but harder to live – for example he recalls that “ the transforming effect of looking at other Christians as people whose company God wants, is – by the look of things – still sinking in for a lot of Christians, and taking rather a long time...”

One hopes that we will continue to receive these gifts from Rowan Williams pen for many years to come.

The Time of the Angels by Iris Murdoch

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This was referenced in another book I recently read, and as it is a while since I last read any Murdoch I decided to get it out from the library.

This tale has most of the classic Murdoch elements, there is a lot on angst-ridden struggling with identity, the pressures of society's expectations colliding with the (mostly sexual) desires of the various characters.

All this was good, and made for an enjoyable read, but compared with some of her true classics, such as The Bell, this didn't quiet spark to the same level of intensity. But that is as much a compliment of her other works as it is any criticism of this one.