… now that I’ve been back in Exeter for nearly two weeks, and unpacked pretty much all my boxes
Yesterday, I went to a service at the Cathedral celebrating the silver jubilee of Canon Carl Turner’s priesting. The preacher was Raymond Avent, who I got to know at Mucknell Abbey. It’s a small world. He preached wonderfully on three words: one unambiguous word – the “fiat” uttered by Mary, “let it be to me according to your word”; and two ambiguous words that have changed their meaning and are often used unhelpfully – “priest” and “laity”. To summarise part of his message, hopefully without misrepresenting… All members of the body of Christ are priests, not just the ordained; we are members of the priesthood of all believers. Likewise, all members of the body of Christ are also members of the laity; the word derives from the Greek laos, the people of God.
What does this mean for the churchgoer in the pew? Well, there’s a lot of variation between churches, but here are five Don’ts.
- Don’t expect the clergy to do everything
- Don’t think that you can’t do anything
- Don’t think that only initiatives organised by the clergy are worth supporting
- Don’t think that all church activities must be authorised by the clergy
- Don’t say that you don’t have a voice
The media only quotes archbishops and canon-resignees on the big issues of the day, but we all have a voice. And nowadays, in this time of social media, we don’t have to wait for the ‘established’ media to pick up our message. We can all have a jolly good rant on our blogs!
… which brings me on to what I want to say about Occupy Exeter.
The camp on the Cathedral Green was set up while I was still living elsewhere, but I was following it on Facebook. I confess I was initially underwhelmed. I was mainly disappointed that they ended up on the Green and not in Princesshay, a ‘perfect’ example of capitalism’s privatisation of public space and limitation of the right to public assembly. Land Securities would have had them evicted immediately. I thought they were being chicken, but maybe it a question of being realistic. It’s definitely not being chicken to live in tents at this time of year, even during the day; it’s rained all week, today is bitterly cold, and the Green is a very effective wind tunnel. (Aside: If the Cathedral ever has them evicted from the Green, it would reflect really really badly on the Cathedral; much worse than it would on Land Securities if they ever camped in and were evicted from Princesshay. Probably because of expectations, which in a sense is good, but it strikes me as yet another example of the 99% being dumped on.)
I’m in favour of peaceful and respectful (no swinging on the Cenotaph) direct action. The Occupy movement has for the most part been these, as well as creative and inclusive. I agree with whoever wrote that the camps are the movement’s message and demands. Not everyone likes the way Occupy is going about things. I don’t agree with everything they say and do. But it is time to protest and to build a movement, and Occupy is currently it.
The first reading at this morning’s services included: “[David] the king said to the prophet Nathan, ‘See now, I am living in a house of cedar, but the ark of God stays in a tent.’ ” (2 Sam 7:2; NRSV). It was a fairly obvious reflection to link this with the Occupy tents just the other side of the facing wall. God’s response was “Are you the one to build me a house to live in?” (v.5). The danger of building temples is that they are then treated as God’s particular or even only dwelling place, whereas God is both in Exeter Cathedral, and in the Occupy tents, not to mention everywhere, including in people with whom I agree and disagree.
The gospel reading was the annunciation to Mary. Andrew preached on invasion or invitation, expectations or the unexpected, and made mention of Occupy. On the third Sunday in the month, there is a discussion of the sermon after coffee. This time, the discussion was pretty lively, with opinions on Occupy voiced across the whole spectrum. One very negative response, already forceably expressed to the camp, was along the lines that it is a ridiculous thing to do; why should anyone take any notice and how could it possibly help; and so on. One thing I wish I’d thought of: it probably seemed ridiculous to chain yourself to railings or throw yourself under a horse, and I would disagree with some of the more violent actions of the suffragettes, but I am immensely grateful to them for my vote.
So far since I’ve been back, I’ve been rushing into and out of town, but tomorrow I plan to pop in to Occupy Exeter and say hello.