So, Wednesday

I didn’t run this morning; I could have done, I woke up in time, but just didn’t pull myself together in time. I did make coffee and hot breakfast, showered, Morning Prayer, and headed into town for public office hours at R&R, but they’re still closed (they seem to be repainting the interior), so I went to Java. I handled some email, arranged a revision for my Orielenses, and read from a book under review. In a short while I’ll go in to the weekly Staff Meeting, then home to do some housework and (heaven and distraction permitting) more reading, perhaps dipping into my sermon for Sunday….

Is It Really Tuesday?

Looks as though I missed yesterday. I ran to a near-perfect [current] average time, coffee and fruit, bade goodbye to Margaret (who’s at the SST for a few days), Morning Prayer, Public office hours at The Missing Bean (cos R&R was closed), grocery shopping, home for lunch and therapy for the dogs, who are traumatised by Margaret’s absence. I had planned to spend the afternoon reading, but the proofs arrived for The Last Essay (paradoxically, there are two more in the pre-proofs stages). They were mediated by a mind-bogglingly user-hostile web app, which cost me some grey hair and ill-advised expletives. Then, too, I needed to run a couple of financial errands which depend on Josiah having free time to receive and relay single-use passcodes. All in all, these were good things to get sorted even if they scotched my afternoon.

I watched the last episodes of Shrinking, and turned in early.

Today my miles went by significantly faster than average (who knows why); coffee and fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, home for the ladies and coffee and toast, finished up the proofing and taxes, answering email, and at the end of afternoon, fixed bachelor dinner.

The Road to Sutton Courtenay

Yesterday afternoon, Margaret and I took a road trip to the nearby village of Sutton Courtenay. To be precise, a road and footpath trip, since about half the ramble involved a dirt trail. Sutton Courtenay shows up in written records beginning in the 7th century, and has a 12th century church, a Norman Hall, an Abbey, all built close on a series of pools adjacent to the Thames. It makes an agreeable destination for an afternoon walk (with two pubs), church and churchyard gazing, and riverside scenery.

Ran this morning to a good time, then coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, shower, and off to church in an undisclosed location (Jen and I are off duty from Abingdon Parish today).

Light Rain Light Jog

I took this morning easy, with a jog-walk in a very light drizzle. I tried out my new exercise earbuds (JLab Go Air Sport+) and they performed satisfactorily, though the control buttons are a bit too sensitive for a runner who wears a hoodie. There also seems to be a lag between tapping the control button and its effect, so that one can easily overlap and either change the volume too drastically or effect some other unanticipated change. Without the hood up, and with cautious tapping, all went well indeed.

Coffee, hot breakfast, edited book review on Margaret’s insightful recommendations, second cup of coffee with toast, thought along with Vincent Lloyd on ‘abuse’ (from, I think, his upcoming SST keynote) again on Margaret’s recommendation, picked up another good book (on which I owe a review) (sheepish emoji).

Review and Relax

Ran to a good time this morning. Much as I dislike running, it’s less frustrating when it doesn’t specifically feel bad and give a disappointing result (I know, I know, it’s the doing not the achieving); with the Bannister Mile coming up in less than a month(!), I’d like to reach a better time than last year when I was undernourished and unwell.

Coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, shower, coffee and toast, then settled down to reacquaint myself with the stylesheet for an overdue book review, and started writing. It will be a great thing to knock this one out, then take it easy for the rest of the day.

Reading A Good Book

I walked and jogged this morning, had my coffee and fruit, fed the dogs, out to R&R for public-facing coffee, proofreading the parish newsletter, finish a good book and writing an appreciative note to an author-friend, home by way of the Cooperative for groceries, lunch. Maybe ore reading and writing in the afternoon.

Pivot Towards Resuming Work

It’s Wednesday, I’ve had two respite days and I will have another five, but I have to look toward the future and make sure that I’m ready for pitching back in (and not all grumpy and unprepared). I still love the freedom, though, and I love the fact that the Iranian people have a chance for some respite themselves, and I wish the same for Lebanon and Gaza.

Ran my miles this morning, a little faster than yesterday. I plan to take tomorrow at a jog/walk. Coffee and hot breakfast, shower, Morning Prayer, coffee and toast. Work on taxes.

Out And

Ran my miles, more than a minute faster than yesterday; clearly I benefit from not having the stress of Holy Week hanging over my head and curtailing my sleep. No coffee at first, cos Margaret and I went to Oxford together for the morning. We had a start at Love Coffee, then picked up a notebook for Margaret at Scriptum, a pencil sharpener at Objects of Use, then we investigated Blackwell’s (but found nothing that moved us in the Religion section as it’s now constituted). The sun shone, the temperature moderated pleasantly, and we headed home for lunch and dogs. A man could get used to a low-expectations retired lifestyle.

On New Testament Christology

I favour arguments from texts to arguments from what people treat as necessary inferences. That’s by way of explaining that I prefer to stick to what we used to call the text itself rather than back-translation, hypothetical ur-forms and sources, and — pace my friend and mentor Richard Hays — more extended contexts from metaleptic echoes. The harder the evidence, the more I like the argument.

So I have long resisted the argument of advocates of early ‘Divine Christology’, the claim that [some of] the New Testament authors meant their readers to understand that when they used such terms as ‘Lord’ (Greek kyrios) for Jesus, they equated him fully with the divine referent of the Tetragrammaton.Granted that I have in-built limitations on my imagination, I balk at imagining a human being, possibly one whom I actually know/knew, was identical to the One God of heaven and earth.

Through Lent, though, we have been praying the so-called ‘Christ Hymn’ from Philippians as an evening canticle, the last verses of which read ‘God also highly exalted him and gave him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.’ As the weeks of Lent passed, the force of Paul’s theological claim that God gave to Jesus ‘the name that is above every name’, so that at the invocation of that name ‘every knee should bend… and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord’ drove home that strong implication that God had identified the Divine Name with Jesus of Nazareth. I still see quibbles — if Jesus is one with the Divine Name, why does this formulation maintain distinctions between God and Jesus, and between Jesus and the Father? Doesn’t ‘the name of Jesus’ refer to, you know, the name of Jesus? — but the simple implication that ‘the name that is above every name’ is the Divine Name has come to bear a lot of weight in my estimation.

I should add that I’m all for Early High Christology in general, so long as it stops at ‘divine in some sense’, including for instance ‘a subordinate divine agent’ (as Paul’s ‘When all things are subjected to him, then the Son himself will also be subjected to the one who put all things in subjection under him, so that God may be all in all’ and most of John’s Christology seem to imply).

At the same time, one big question bothers me, namely: if early Divine Christology characterises such major sources as Luke-Acts and the Pauline Epistles, and maybe John — then why do so many manifestations of ‘lower’ Christologies remain in the same sources? If one were committed to the idea that Jesus Christ, the guy who walked around in your crowd, who ‘learned obedience’ (Hebrews), whose feet got dirty, who smelled of fish or got splinters from the woodshop, who perspired and used a latrine — in other words, a properly anti-Docetic Jesus — were in himself the earthly presence of the Tetragrammaton, the Triune Deity, then why would one be fussing with prophet Christology, royal Christology, Adam Christology, or any other treatment that falls way short of ascribing full divine identity to the Nazarene?

So I’m still hesitant, but the arguments of, for instance, Kavin Rowe have moved me closer to agreement than I’d have expected five years ago. But I’ve changed my mind about important issues before (cf. Mark Goodacre and the Farrer Hypothesis), so I may be nearing the verge of changing my mind again.

My Goodness!

I had a good night’s sleep last night (Holy Week keeps me up after my usual bedtime and wakes me early, if only to work on sermons), and although I didn’t do anything significantly later than usual this morning, I could have, which makes a tremendous difference.

Had another slow run this morning, my rolling average down by about a minute from a fortnight ago. I’m attributing it to Holy Week exhaustion for the time being. Coffee, fruit, (at-home) Morning Prayer, shower, walk with Dr Adam in to R&R for a cafe start to the day, then home for lunch and a restful afternoon. I feel so much less stress, knowing that I have no obligations and no upcoming sermon — I could definitely get used to this.

Easter And On

It rained this morning, so that I didn’t run. Coffee, fruit, sermon tune-up, cleaned up, went to St Nic’s, and led the Easter service. The service went well, and the sermon was well received, better than I expected at the end of a small marathon of services and homilies.

I napped a while this afternoon, watched a couple of crime drama shows with Margaret, and now I’ll turn in. I will sleep like a log (I hope), and wake up with no obligations on my timetable. Today’s sermon below the fold.
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Zeroing In

Slow average run. Coffee and hot breakfast. Morning Prayer at St Helen’s, plus some groceries for Margaret and me. During my run, it occurred to me that I might use an Easter poem as a vehicle for my sermon tonight, and explored George Herbert, John Donne, and Gerard Manley Hopkins — but none of these clicked with my imagination today. Eventually I caught a different tack, and it will turn out to be tomorrow’s sermon.

Tonight’s draws on motifs I’ve used before, a sort of homiletical greatest-hits medley; since I may not preach on the Easter Vigil again, I’ll roll them into tonight’s sermon.
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No Speed Run

No servers appeared for the afternoon Proclamation of the Cross and Mass of the Pre-Sanctified Gifts, so I soloed it. Minor complications, but I made it through alive, easily enough since the first final boss isn’t till tomorrow.

I did not, however attempt a speed run; reverence is paramount.

(We did have our choir and readers, so I wasn’t entirely left to my own devices. But some awkwardness did ensue; for instance, in carrying the cross, I had to carry also the base into which it would be placed, so I was one-handing the cross (my right arm got pretty sore), or I suppose you could say I was double-wielding a cross and a base (both bludgeoning weapons), or wielding the cross while holding the base up as a shield.

Two And A Half To Go

Didn’t run this morning — too little rest over th past four days, with two and a half coming up, feeling proper knackered — so, coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, to Waitrose with the Dr Missus to help stock the kitchen for her weekend baking project, checked messages (now that the office phone is working again), then home for coffee and toast and sermon prep for tomorrow night (no sermon for Good Friday; the Passion does that job).

Last night’s sermon goes beneath the fold…
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He’s Right About This Too

A month ago, I blogged about Jon Hicks’s dissatisfaction with iTunes/Apple Music; at the time, I concentrated on playback aspects of the software, but this afternoon I was playing my semi-random semi-weighted shuffle through our AirPlay-compliant tv, and I remembered that Jon also bemoaned the ‘visualiser’ feature of the app.

As I was thinking of this, I looked at the TV and saw this:

Television screen displaying a small image of the album cover for John Coltrane’s ‘A Love Supreme’ with the (incorrect, my fault) title of the selection, Coltrane’s name, and the album title. That leaves a vast amount of empty black space.
A Love Supreme

(It’s my fault the title of the cut is wrong; I’m still mopping up the mess from having had to change hard drives last autumn.) Why would you design a visualiser that allots so little space top the most graphically significant feature of the album — the cover design — and leave so much empty space?

Television screen with an image of John Coltrane’s ‘A Love Supreme’ that fills the left side of the screen, with the title of the cut, Coltrane’s name, the album title, release date, play count, and the number of stars I’ve assigned it, all without looking crowded.

So I mocked up a comparison that would have required the Apple engineers no more than two minutes longer to implement.

Much Maundy

So, I woke a bit later than ideal (though it approached ‘ideal’ since I stayed up late watching the last episode of our crime drama), and felt a very strong temptation to take a day off — but I didn’t, in order to keep up and perhaps sound my legs into condition for the 4 May Bannister Mile. I did not, however, press for a rapid pace, with the result that I came in at a moderately slow time. Then coffee, fruit, shower, feed the dogs and let them out, Morning Prayer, parish communications, responding to a query about ‘Confirmation’ (again) by pointing to my [fourteen years old] post on the topic, and now to the sermon for the Easter Vigil (and, heaven permitting, Easter Sunday).

Spy Wednesday

Ran to an average time, coffee and hot breakfast (yay, Wednesdays!), shower, Morning Prayer, and a morning and early afternoon banging my head against tomorrow night’s homily. Stress-free interval, then dinner and Low Mass for Spy Wednesday. Full day, one day closer to Easter.