iBooks and all that

I seem from the posting of several others (including Akma) that Apple have something new on offer.

It is a new piece of software iBooks Author which allows people to construct what they are inevitably calling iBooks  very easily, that can be read on portable devices.

I ought to be excited – it sounds like a great tool. Immediately it makes me think about how to publish things for the Episcopal Church – the monthly mag inspires, teaching texts and all kinds of other things. However, I’m feeling particularly underwhelmed.

Seems that you’ll need to be using Apple hardware to author the iBook, Apple software to produce it and Apple hardware to read it. It is about as closed source as it is possible to be. Seems to be exactly the kind of thing which makes people divide over Apple. Oh look, some will say, look at the shiny, easy interface. Loveliness of design, ease of use. Hurrah.

Yet others, myself included, see all of that alongside a rather cynical pitch for taking control of a whole genre.

Closed source. Proprietary. Biased towards the rich west.

I never hear people taking about DRM issues (Digital Rights Management) as justice issues within the church. However, I suspect that they inevitably will become part of our justice discourse. Sooner, I hope, than later.

Along the way, I did think that there were some interesting ideas in Nick Knisely’s post about this – particularly from an American perspective, thinking about Cathedrals as local seminary branches.

I hope to be going across the Atlantic some time this year to look at Cathedral (and other beacon church) initiatives and that notion has certainly sparked my interest.

Hmm.

Murder. Crime. Poverty.

Someone I met when I was down in Londonshire last week asked me where I was from. On receiving my reply, he pulled a face.

“It’s a great city,” I spluttered, more out of petulance than anything else.

“All I know about it is murder, crime and poverty,” was the response.

Now, we all know about Glasgow’s glories. The art, the Mackintosh, the sense of humour, the museums, the buildings, the people, the leafy West End and all the rest. (Well, almost all the rest). The trouble is, there is a smidgen of truth in the negative stereotype.

But how, I wondered, has this smidgen become the international reputation of the second city of Empire?

When I was dozing on the sleeper coming home I found myself wondering if it is all down to a TV show. Could it really be that all the energy of the Glasgow’s Miles Better campaign has been underminded by years of Taggart?

I suspect it has.

Theres just as many murders in Morse or Lewis or Midsommer. But they take place in pretty surroundings.

You don’t get many murders in the Kelvingrove Art Gallery in Taggart now, do you?

It must have cost the city millions.

Looking at pictures

It is good to see Kimberly blogging again a little more – and I very much enjoyed her picture challenge. Particularly good for Epiphany and there is quite certainly more to be said.

Worth joining in with here: http://wonderfulexchange.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/turning-point/

And don’t miss her follow up comments here: http://wonderfulexchange.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/res-miranda/

To London, to London

Well, actually, I’m back now. I’ve still a bit of my post-Christmas break to enjoy before I properly get back to work on Thursday, but I’m back in Glasgow after three nights in London.

Want to know what I was up to?

Sure you do.

Well London has tended to be a kind city to me through the years and I tend to hit it hard when I’m there. Planning one of my trips is a bit of a military operation. This time I was lucky to be staying right in Westminster, which makes it much easier to buzz about.

The main reason I go to London is to go to the theatre. I do that here of course too but there is nothing quite like the choice in London and it is one of the things that I’ve always missed since I lived down there for a couple of years.

This time I managed to see five (count ‘em) shows.

  1. The first night I was there I caught the Comedy of Errors at the National. It was good but not quite as good as I was hoping for. Lenny Henry was the headline actor but it was essentially an ensemble piece. I like the spectacle of a big National production and this certainly had that though somehow it just wasn’t quite enough for me.  I was surprised to see some members of the audience standing at the end. Good but not nearly that good was my verdict.
  2. Then the next thing I saw was another Royal National Theatre piece – The Pitmen Painters by Stewart (Billy Eliot) Lee. I loved this – wonderfully committed left wing theatre. Was worried that we might be treated to a noble savage kind of story but no – this was the real thing. I’d missed it when it was touring so really pleased to see it at the very bijou Duchess Theatre.
  3. Next up was a bit of a mistake. I saw the Gershwin confection Crazy for You. Lots of leggy dancing, complete absence of plot. It was all done very well indeed if that’s what you want, but it began to make me depressed. Something about the whole boy meets girl inevitability started to get me down somehow. Five star routines, one star satisfaction. I sat there thinking that perhaps I should have gone to see the English National Ballet Gershwin show starring our own, our very own Ross Sharkey. On reflection, I think that would have been a better idea.
  4. Then to the wonderfully underground Criterion Theatre for The 39 Steps. Now I can’t be bothered with Hitchcock  or Buchan as a rule, but this was Hitchcock as a farce with four actors playing over 200 parts. Wonderfully funny.
  5. Finally it was across the river (I know!) to Southwark to see something that was a bit of a punt. I’d heard of Pippin before and the basic show was recommended by Mother Kimberly. This was a Pippin on acid though. Of all the theatre that I’ve seen in recent years, this is the one show that has pushed the digital envelope further than anything else. The entire staging was projected and changing mesmerisingly throughout. The show had been updated so that each of the parts was a different actor in a cyberspace gaming landscape. It was completely bonkers, had received some very poor reviews and I loved it. I’ve not seen anything like it and it raised all kinds of issues about liturgy (regular and the online variety), reality and myth. Completely compelling, glorious theatre.

In addition to all that, I managed to get to services in Westminster Abbey, St Matthew’s Westminster and St Bartholomew the Great. St Bart’s has Benediction once a month and it is a simply extraordinary experience. The earth moves. No kidding. Well, the earth moved for me. It is also the church that I belonged to for a while when I lived in London quite a while ago.

Oh, and Tate Britain, Tate Modern and an exhibition on William Morris.

In three days.

As I said, I do get around.

I go to the theatre like that, by the way, because what I see and hear and feel there makes it possible to do what I do the rest of the time.

And yes, there is a place for glitter canons in the liturgy of the church.

Online Evening Prayer

The details for this week’s Online Evening Prayer service, including downloadable pdf liturgy are available here.

The service takes place on Saturday at 5pm.

What is prayer for?

I had been planning to write something about praying today, but John McLuckie got there first and said it better than I did – see his post >Sometimes I Just Sit.

I find the hardest part of praying to be intercessory prayer and get bewildered by those for whom it appears to be the only form of prayer. Asking God to rearrange the universe in my favour just seems so….well unlikely to succeed. When I think about it I find myself lost in the paradoxes.

And yet, now and then something happens which somehow connects me with someone else’s prayer and makes me think again. Do I mean that something odd seems to have happened which couldn’t have apart from God’s intervention? No, of course not. That isn’t a God worth believing in. After all, we might expect God to sort out hunger, violence and pain before worrying about my ailments, infirmities or desires.

No, it isn’t that.

More the miracle of knowing that someone is thinking of you. Of knowing that someone is holding you in God’s presence. Of knowing that someone cares. Is that not miracle enough?

I tend to set my mobile phone so that it does not go off during morning prayer. Thus, I’ve set it to go into silent mode each morning just before I go into silent mode and then begin Morning Prayer with others in church. The church makes a little buzz to itself as it stops taking calls and begins to ignore the outside world. It turns on with a similar vibration half an hour later.

However, this has another function, which I’ve realised recently. If I’m not at morning prayer – as was the case today, the phone still does its thing. All of a sudden at the usual time, the phone starts to tremble, tremble, tremble. Effectively it acts as a warning, a notification, a reminder that somewhere, someone is praying for me.

I mean that in both senses – the chances are that someone in St Mary’s is remembering me in what I am doing today and also in the other sense that they are doing the praying that I usually do for me, in that place whilst I am away.

I find both of those senses that someone is praying for me intensely moving and somewhere hidden within that must be a reality about intercession which I somehow will not let go of.

Things people have been looking for

Here are a few things that people have been looking for in search engines that have caused them to find this blog:

  • sermon, abishag – presumably found this post acknowledging one of my favourite biblical characters.
  • church to rent, Aberdeen – not something I think I can help with
  • clergy tartan – series of posts from when I was appointed as Arbiter of the Kilt
  • gay lick – I’ve no idea which post brought this person here. Seriously.
  • origin of Christingledon’t get me started
  • bearsden accent – guess this one is about that sermon
  • who is the bearded nun? – no idea, but she probably comes to St Mary’s
  • where can i buy halal turkey in glasgow? – I don’t know, but my local Chinese is mostly halal
  • “john stott” cross-dressing – oh, if only….


On comparing St Mary’s to Johnny Loulou’s

I rather foolishly took a traipse into town the other day. Even given that the weather was as dreich as it can get in Glasgow in January, it was still a miserable expedition. I had not bargained on seeing as many shops closed on Sauchiehall Street as there were. I’ve been busy over the last few weeks (natch) and simply had not had time to wander the highways and byways and when I did wander I found that they were looking the worse for wear.

Several shops had gone completely. Several looked like they were on their last legs.

Some looked to be doing OK and one in particular seemed to be flourishing.

I noticed when I was reading one of the newspapers this week that indeed the shop that seemed to be flourishing was reporting that it had had an astonishingly good Christmas and that all was booming. It was John Lewis.

It struck me that there are some similarities between John Lewis and the kind of church that I’ve been encouraging the Cathedral to become.

First of all, there’s an ethos. With John Lewis this is a combination of two things – “Never Knowingly Undersold” which is their slogan and also the way that the company is structured which is different to the way in which most companies are structured and which tries to give everyone a stake in the enterprise. There is a potent combination of value, quality and doing right that appears to be paying off. They also, interestingly are doing well both online and in the High Street and are expanding in both. It is clearly a brand that has worked to build up a lot of trust.

St Mary’s has an ethos. It is partly articulated in our slogan – “open, inclusive, welcoming”. (Note that like John Lewis’s slogan it is precisely three words long and easy to remember). St Mary’s is a place where ideas matter and where the ethos has developed over the years into something which is tangible. We too aspire to quality, though it is quality without being stuck up or too formal. We too are doing well both online and in the physical building and I see the online stuff as being just another way of doing what we do. The physical St Mary’s experience is enhanced by the online one and vice versa. Some people tend towards one or the other but some people would find the virtual and the physical representations of St Mary’s seemless. The same ethos pervades both the website and the service sheet. Our online evening prayer feels extraordinarily similar to our physical morning prayer. Lots of people know what we stand for and lots of people like what we do. There’s a feeling of excitement about the place.

There’s branding involved in all of this. Marketing too. Lots of careful thinking about what font expresses our values and what happens next when you walk through the door or click on the home-page. But those are the technical things that just make it easier. What really matters is the raw guts of the place – the reason we do what we do. I don’t know whether I could say what John Lewis is selling in one word. I do know we are peddling joy.

Generally speaking, we are not doing incredibly well at communicating such messages as a corporate Scottish Episcopal Church. I don’t think we know what we are offering or to whom we are offering it. Could we offer a three word explanation of our ethos? I’d be surprised.

Some of the reasons we are struggling with this lie with our Bishops though obviously not all of them. It is hard to see how these ethos issues can be clarified without a high level strategy. These days, I fear that our Bishops think that you can do mission simply by working with church-goers and trying to make them bring more folk in. However hard you try to do that, and however important it is to do it, such an enterprise will always be difficult unless there is some national sense of value and purpose.

Those folk, the ones we might want in, need to be offered something. They need to know what we stand for and what it is we have to share.

I don’t think that many of the large denominations are doing well at this these days. Here at St Mary’s, we are probably big enough in the city to push out a message and establish an ethos. There is a narrative about who we are and we have a penumbra – those who look to us who don’t come every week.

(And if you are a penumbran who is reading this, you are dearer to our hearts than gold. Never forget we are praying for you and never feel shy of asking us questions).

What is really difficult these days is trying to do this from a smaller church base. My fear is that the High Street with its missing, empty shops is likely to have its own ecclesiastical parallel. Without a coherent narrative, we are not all doomed. I fear that unless we aquire one though, some of us are.

Sermon preached on 8 January 2012

here’s the sermon I preached at Fr Chucks Iwuagwu’s first mass.

I’m really very proud of him. Can you tell?

UPDATE – Here is the text.

Now then. Chukwuemeka Christian-Iwuagwu! Do I have your attention? [Read more...]

Online Evening Prayer

I’ll be leading Evening Prayer this evening at 5 pm in a Google Hangout.

If you want to join in you need to have a Google+ account (which is free) and a webcam. Those who wear headphones offer a blessing to all the others.

Here’s the liturgy and the instructions.

EP Incarnation Saturday 7 January 2012

If you want to join in you need to sign in to Google+ and then go to this page and add it to your circles:
https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/107606003325741850302/
Then add that page to one of your circles.

Those who’ve participated before, please note the new page link – it is different to last time.