February 28 2021
Ash Wednesday was only just over a week ago, and the faithful will, I know, have all been thinking in terms of past faults, asking forgiveness and resolving to do better in future.
Mea Culpa is the Latin tag by which such petitions are often known, it means the fault is mine own. But there is another Latin tag which expresses another side of the coin, Felix Culpa, which broadly means a happy accident, or that it is sometimes the case that good can directly arise out of misfortune.
This is a point I would like to remind anyone of who has been literally or metaphorically beating themselves up over past failings or disasters. It is always completely beyond human foresight to be able to say how events are going to unfold, particularly following upon some catastrophe or other. It is how the world is made and how we are made.
We’ve bad dreams
so dreams can come true,
we have hearts
we have anger and hate,
we have love
to make lovers rue.
We have hope
to make us despair,
and our souls prophecy,
and tears are for eyes,
we are human
in order to err.
The ancient Greeks liked to personify their experience of existence in terms of the gods, in order to understand it. They created a pantheon to explain the otherwise chaotic and random nature of events.
The inevitable possibility of failure in all aspects of our experience was eloquently expressed by Ralph Waldo Emerson when he wrote,
“There is a crack in everything God has made. Always, it would seem, there is this vindictive circumstance stealing in unawares,… this kick of the gun… That is the ancient doctrine of Nemesis, who keeps watch in the universe, and lets no offence go unchastened. The Furies, they said, are attendants upon Justice, and if the sun in heaven should transgress his path, they would punish him. The poets related that stone walls and iron swords… had an occult sympathy with the wrongs of their owners… They recorded that when Thasians erected a statue to Theogenes, one of his rivals went to it by night, and endeavoured to throw it down by repeated blows, until at last he moved it from its pedestal, and was crushed to death beneath its fall…”
Perverse and foolish, oft going astray, and in our prayers we describe ourselves similarly as frail, flawed, and far from perfection. We are imperfect people, trying hard to live according to our values, but failing in both big and small ways.
Here is a short poem by Philip Larkin called Bad As A Mile, in which he describes himself trying to throw an apple core into a wastebasket
Watching the shied core
Striking the basket, skidding across the floor,
Shows less and less of luck, and more and more
Of failure spreading back up the arm
Earlier and earlier, the unraised hand calm,
The apple unbitten in the palm.
His miss-throw is as bad as a mile, and more than that, it is endemic to our condition: failure spreading back, earlier and earlier.
How then might the wounds be healed, and the imperfections adjusted sufficiently, to enable us to move on virtuously? What does our religion have to offer us by way of advice, where is there comfort for the afflicted, how does one heal oneself?
We gather today bearing within ourselves many different theologies. This Unitarian faith of ours recognises the presence of ambiguity, of uncertainty, of differences of opinion about religious principle and beliefs. Easy answers are, however, not easily forthcoming, especially when we seem to need them most.
There is a great haiku by the Japanese poet Issa which (if I remember it correctly) reads:
climb Mount Fujiyama,
Good advice. And I think I have previously mentioned another aesthetic in Japanese art, which deliberately runs counter to the grain of perfection, and which we, who have Mount Fujiyama to climb, can take comfort in.
In Japanese pottery a simple bowl will have one irregular curve. The glaze on a pot, fired long ago, will seem to drip down a bit on one side. An ancient vase holds a crack which is seen to only add to its beauty.
In Islamic culture I understand that the Persian carpet- weaver will incorporate a deliberate flaw in their work, because only Allah can create perfection.
Somehow such imperfections make these works more true. Like the patina of age on the antique which gives it authenticity, also adds to its value. It is an appreciation of what has been, its history and its use, something real beyond the ideal.
The author Richard Powell writes, “there are three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, nothing is prefect.”
The frailties we lament in ourselves, our lack of perfection, is what makes us human, and real, and lovable. And the same lack of perfection in other people is what makes them understandable and forgivable.
The crack in everything God has made is what makes it so beautiful, so valuable, and so true.
[remind ourselves of Leonard Cohen’s words…]
A prayer to end, by Vivian Pomeroy:
O God we thank thee for the stirring of thy spirit within us;
For the courage which is equal to every new day;
For the hopes which rise out of the failures of yesterday;
For the resolve which lifts its head above wrong and woe, and affirms its right to repent and begin again;
for the life which cannot be held by death; for the healing which comes to wounded hearts through time;
For the sunrise which is greater than our fires and ashes;
For the joy which breaks in, we know not how or when;
For the goodness which is at the heart of the world;
For all whom we love, and for the longing of this our prayer, we thank thee.
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April 5, Palm Sunday
April 12, Easter Sunday
April 19, Rest and Recovery
April 26, A Ministry of Ordinary Life
May 3, What is it about Hymns?
May 10, The Rainbow Symbol
May 17, Respect to Nurses
May 24, Lockdown
May 31, The Spirit of Pentecost
June 7, Infinity
June 14, Our Chapel
June 21, The Enduring Power of Poetry
June 28, Subversion
July 5, "All right, me duck?"
July 12, Kindness
July 19, On Unitarian Philosophy
July 26, Priorities
August 2, Soul
August 16, Church Service
August 23, Negative Capability
August 30, How Belief Endures
September 6, Loneliness
September 20, Are you WOKE?
September 27, The Spirit is Willing
October 11, The String Vest
October 25, Hand-Washing
November 8, Remembrance Sunday
November 29, Advent 2020
December 6, The Rich Legacy of Carols
December 13, Significance of Christmas Gifts
December 20, Zoom Carol Service
December 27, Last Sunday in the year
February 7, Charles Dickens
February 14, St Valentine's Day
February 21, About Pancakes and Ashes:Lent 2021
February 28, Felix Culpa
March 7, On Difference
March 14, Mothering Sunday 2021
March 21, Together We Sing of Hymns
March 28, Palm Sunday 2021
April 4, Easter Sunday 2021
April 11, No Homily
April 18, Journey
April 25, The Eternal
May 2, Touch
May 9, On Being Part of Everything
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