Joyful Christmas

Advent: Visiting Bethlehem

Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem

Travelling with a group of fellow students, it must be just over fifty years ago now since I visited Bethlehem. 

Entering the church of the Nativity by the low little door felt very odd, and I suppose rather humbling as we each bent down and stumbled under the lintel...By contrast, the sense of space inside seemed quite amazing. 
But soon a guide began his practiced babble at us...no wonder only a handful chose to follow towards the steps leading down to “ye traditional cave, discovered centuries ago as the true birthplace of Jesus...yes, yes...ye ancient tradition...go slowly, slowly ...steps worn down by pilgrims back to time of Jesus... yes, yes... blessed be he...” 
...so two or three of us began slowly down into semi darkness, the only light from intermittent flickering oil lamps, and our hands guided by the cold rough rock-face...
... until we heard the slight echoing slap of sandals coming up from below & paused to allow an Orthodox monk to pass...
he stopped and smiled in greeting...and his whole face seemed to be shining with joy...something I vividly remember, even half a century later!

As small group slowly gathered in the traditional cave of Jesus birth, now hung with tapestries, and lit by oil lamps flickering before icons... and somehow, amidst the never-ending babble of strange fables from our guide, there was an underlying silence...
...a profound sense of going back in time...
...it no longer mattered whether Jesus was born in a cave deep below ground, in a stable, the back room of an inn, or a distant relative’s animal byre...maybe this marble slab did mark the spot, who knows? But a sense of peace and deep inner thankfulness that we were part of hundreds and thousands of people from all over the world who through the centuries had come to pray in this cave...this became for me one of those profound points in life where prayer has been valid.

This was before the constricting walls were built...and now I pray for another miracle of reconciliation...

Advent : Mary Visits Elizabeth

Advent.    Mary Visits Elizabeth

I wonder how you envisage these stories in the first chapter of St Luke’s Gospel ?

 Maybe these paintings by artists from the Cameroon, China and USA will help you imagine Luke1v 39 f

from Jesusmafa, Cameroun 

He Qi

Advent ... Annunciation

‘Annunciation’  etched glass panel : Janet Driver

“I love the way the sun shines through this glass !  But why call it Annunciation? ...Where is the Angel ? “

The questioner was quite perplexed...and certainly St Luke describes this as a conversation between Mary and an Angel: ‘...the Angel Gabriel was sent from God...’ [St Luke ch 1 v26 f ]  I have read this many times, and even had to take the part of the Angel in  Nativity plays as a child because I was tall & could shoulder the large heavy wings! 

I don't think I left out the angel... but wanted to portray a much more etherial indication of both angel and message...of the angel as an emanation of spiritual power...of light...of joy...of new  life...vitality...of something both seen and unseen...how do you describe or portray visually something so powerful and deeply spiritual ?   

Hence the spiral of flaming light...the shimmering sense of wings half seen, half understood... and the sense of Mary’s “yes” with echoing flames of the Spirit throughout her being...

 “the Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you...”

Whenever I see the sunlight  pouring through this glass...the deep reds dancing with flickering yellows, reflecting across the floor or lighting up someone’s hair with a halo of coloured light, I am reminded of  glimpses of the Holy Spirit in the lives of people I have met...

Fishing Therapy

You might like to share this article on research into PTSD, especially if you have known anyone going through traumatic flashbacks, anxiety etc after being in a terrorist attack, war zone, wild fire, earthquake or any similar trauma.

http://www.gazette-news.co.uk/news/16396783.fishing-helps-veterans-battling-with-ptsd/

My father suffered terribly after his experiences in the Navy during World War ll but felt no-one knew how to help, and there must be countless people who suffered as we did from the fall out.

My father spent what little free time he had after his long working hours doing heavy gardening. He would ferociously dig the ground to plant potatoes, make celery trenches, hammer in stakes for a chicken run, and make endless bonfires after pulling up brambles & cutting back hedges.This must have been therapeutic... 

I am so glad to read about this research. I wonder how my father would have taken to fishing...later on I remember he enjoyed taking his rowing boat out along the Colne estuary. It seems as though he needed strong physical exercise to combat his anger over the whole situation. But maybe there is a stage at which the stillness of fishing really helps heal these inner wounds.

What about art therapy ?

there are times when I become aware of working something through as I draw

and times when all I can do with the pain is to try and paint a prayer

                              as in this detail from “Father Forgive” ( see White Crucifixion Revisited )

                            but most of my paintings are done with joy in wonders of the world around us...

August Butterfly Count

Do join this year’s Butterfly Count...   www.bigbutterflycount.org

I painted this a few years ago after sketching in Sion House tropical butterfly room, and it reminded me of Peacock butterflies that seem to love Buddlea flowers. There were often several of these beautiful butterflies around the garden, but I haven’t seen any at all in the last few years. This year the only ones enjoying the heatwave seem to be Large White fluttering all around the lavender bushes.

This link below is for the Guardian selection of beautiful butterfly photos from people joining in the big butterfly count this year. Something joyful to look at for a change from the chaos just now.

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/gallery/2018/jul/30/big-butterfly-count-2018-your-best-pictures?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other


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Mary Magdalene

Mary of Magdala has suffered centuries of “Fake News”

... right down to the present day with Dan Browns book, followed by the film

...its no wonder we aren’t sure what to believe about her.

Mary Magdalene : He Qi

Our popular image of Mary of Magdala tends to weave together elements that belong to other women in the Gospels, like the ‘woman of ill repute’ who anointed Jesus feet [ Luke ch 7 v37-50 ]& yet there is no evidence whatsoever to support this. She was not a penitent prostitute but must have been a highly respected, wealthy lady, to be mentioned along with Joanna the wife of Chusa, Herod’s Steward [ Luke Ch 8 v 2-3.]travelling alongside the Twelve close followers of Jesus and “providing for them out of their own resources”.

Some years ago now I began painting a series of Easter Stations, to counterbalance the emphasis on Stations of the Cross. Zoning in on John’s Gospel for this, I began thinking about Mary of Magdala [John ch 20 v 1... ]

But my mind went back to memories of Lincoln Cathedral with its small side-Chapel dedicated to Mary of Magdala...a wonderful oasis of silent prayer...and its altar-frontal with a beautifully simple embroidered image in the shape of an eye with an alabaster jar of ointment, feet and tears. “Yes”, I thought: “Begin here and paint Mary of Magdala before and after the crucifixion...” 

Halfway through this painting of the anointing of Jesus feet, I realised this could not be part of a Mary of Magdala series, as John ch 12 clearly shows Mary of Bethany, sister of Lazarus was the one who anointed Jesus feet towards the end of Jesus life...a completely different Mary!  [And, incidentally, another occasion altogether from the one in Luke’s Gospel.]

So I started again...focusing on John ch 20, imagining what it might have been like to set out for the tomb early in the morning “while it was still dark...” 

Darkness before dawn 

How do  you visualise this scene...?

What does it say to you ?

Imagine you had