“In my end is my beginning”
T. S. Eliot: East Coker
I am a solitary, a country member, a
congregation of one, a member of the Fellowship of Non-Subscribing Christians,
and an Unitarian.
My youthful Anglo-Catholic Christian faith was
the sum of many parts: environment, upbringing, church teaching, my early
delight in the colour and the drama of the Parish Mass, the austere beauty of
the Edwardian brick church on the hill, the confidence of the community who
bowed their heads to the Creator God the Father, offered their hearts to the
Saviour God the Son, and gave their thanks to God the Holy Spirit who had led
them in safety along the age-old path their fathers too had followed.
Aged 18, I left home and went up to Cambridge
at a time of great religious revival in the University. Charismatic preachers like the one time
Communist Father Michael Fisher SSF drew in the crowds, the Christian Union
exhorted us to repent and throw ourselves at the foot of the Mercy Seat and
accept Jesus as our saviour, while college chaplains reminded us that as
Christians we must look to the needs of the sick, the poor, the dispossessed,
the lonely and the mad. My liberal
minded Director of Studies was a liberal convert to Roman Catholicism, my
supervisor in medieval studies was a long time supporter of the Modern
Churchmen’s Union which had since its foundation in 1898
stirred up a hornet’s
nest of protest against its debunking of all manner of dodgy doctrines and
illiberal practices both within the Anglican and the wider Christian
church. Many Christians attended
church twice every Sunday and sat
up into the early hours of many mornings debating all these exciting but
perturbing ideals and ideas. My bed time reading was Eliot’s Four Quartets and a book of the
poetry of Rabindrinath Tagore.
Writing now with the gift of the great god
Hindsight, I realise that the saga of my drift from high Anglican Christianity
to Unitarianism and the Fellowship of Non-Subscribing Christians originated
fifty eight years ago in Cambridge.
In the succeeding decades of my grown-up devotion to the teachings of
the Church, the echoes of the intellectual and spiritual excitement of that
amazing time, the words of wise men generally forgotten, and of our often
tortuous undergraduate discussions increasingly invaded my mind and disturbed
the spiritual complacency of approaching middle age. Thus it was that some twenty five years ago, conscience,
credal doctrine and dogma overcome at last by enquiry and reason, I slipped out
of the Anglican Church. I sat on
my lonely pillar like a Stylite in the desert, hoping that someone would come
along and offer me a meal. In
fact, before very long, several good folk did.
I was made wonderfully welcome by the National
Unitarian Fellowship, where I found new email friends from a variety of other
religious and spiritual backgrounds.
I was encouraged to consider the wisdom and teaching of other religions,
alternative ways to enlightenment, other perspectives on the age old spiritual
problems, old doubts and miseries, and to learn from other holy books and other
holy souls. I embarked on a new journey where I had
to find my own path through a dark forest of strange ideas and new perceptions
until I emerged into the light of understanding that each Unitarian person must
seek their own unique path to God or to enlightenment, must accept their own
faith, each choosing their own teacher, or guide. I began to understand that my attitude to my personal faith
must achieve a new humility and openness in the face of such candid
diversity.
For the first time in years I looked again at
the teachings of various of the world’s
religions and realised that many of the precepts of Jesus could be found in
older religions or would be incorporated into later religions - love of God,
hospitality to be offered to strangers and neighbours, care for the creatures
of the natural world. These
precepts, which I also followed, were so widely acknowledged throughout the
whole world that the the core of what was left of my old Christian faith seemed
now to be but a part of a wider, older, deeper universal faith, and that was
exciting. For too long I had embraced a Christian faith that had about it an
imposed corporate certainty which could be reassuring, but could also suffocate
the individual spirit, and put down the free thinker as a child who, having
once escaped the apron strings, is rounded up by the thought police and
returned to its loving, smothering Mother. Armed with the Unitarian principles I had learned from the
NUF, I felt released into the custody of my own individual beliefs or
non-beliefs, which could be as hazardous as it was exciting, but it seemed to
work.
I found from the very beginning of my
connection with my open minded friends in the National Unitarian Fellowship and the Earth
Spirit Network, wonderful encouragement and support for my journey of faith -
particularly from the two ladies with whom I have worked and shared such a long
and treasured email correspondence.
Many of the rest of those good Unitarian people can seem to be, in one
sense, just names on an electronic page, images in a photo gallery or
characters who appear in an Unitarian TV video. But Joan and Liz are as real to me as my daughter downstairs
and Chris my friend and carer in the flat above, while many of the
‘just names’ are
as real as the kindly neighbours who live in our Square.
I began to write small fables for grown-ups
and poems in which an emoting-by-proxy narrative would calm the ruffled
feathers I had tended to raise in the the Internet Forum when first falling
back into my old robust debating style.
To write for a group of folk with whom I was becoming at ease and whom I
very much respected, was a precious and fulfilling occupation. Both the research and the actual
process of writing not only emerged from the faith I already had but then, in
its turn, re-enforced that faith. Take for example the tale of the small brown
Vogelkop bower bird, who searches the waste discarded by humans to find objects vividly coloured and
sparklingly beautiful with which
to decorate the bower he prepares each year to attract a new compliment of
wives. He is an energetic eco warrior - a recycler of old rubbish tossed aside
by folk who don’t care, and then he transforms a potential
pollutant into a useful and decorative contribution to the lives of his
families. Or read the story of the
compassionate outcast fox who saved the the lives of the Indian Running Duck
ducklings - what lessons might these be for us mere
lords of creation?
Unitarian openness and tolerance is a safe
raft upon which to sit while paddling the best one can across the torrent of a
hundred conflicting waters. But
where to paddle next, and who was the shadowy figure who sat beside me and
accompanied me along my path, a stranger etherial, and without a name? Faith, God, the religious life,
spiritual awareness are for me all part of the Circle that is the eternal
renewing of life and death of men and of the natural world in which we have the
privilege to live, and is also at the heart of the Unitarian Earth Spirit
Network. I am not a Pagan by
conviction, but I have for nearly as long as I can remember found God mirrored
in his creation, an indistinct image perhaps - but a window into eternity that
the nine-year-old-I-once-was recognised one summer afternoon on an Exmoor
hillside. Suddenly this window had
been opened for me again, and every ride I took along the cliff showed me God -
in the tiny purple vetch along the path, the red valerian at the edge of the
shore and the great herring gulls wheeling and dancing across the top of the
lace edged waves. The presence of
God was literally everywhere - how could I not believe that my purpose on earth
was to love God and my neighbour as myself, and to care for God’s wonderful creation?
As do so many Unitarians, I came to have faith
in the inherent goodness of every person; in the necessity for free and
truthful enquiry and freedom from the constriction of formal creeds; in the
right of every individual’s opinion to be heard and honestly considered;
in our obligation to seek to honour differences; in the worth and wisdom of
every religion and spiritual path grounded in love; in justice and equity for
all; in our commitment to respect and protect the world in which we are
privileged to make our home; and the essential equality due to everyone
regardless of religion, race, sexual orientation or gender.
As my confidence in my Unitarian journey of
faith increased, so did my abiding respect for my Christian roots. I could see the possibility of my old
fashioned affection for the early dissenting Unitarians of the Protestant
Reformation metamorphosing into a serviceable cloak to warm my spirit as it
pursues its unfamiliar pilgrimage.
Further encouraged by my membership of the Unitarian Christian
Association and latterly by the Fellowship of Non-Subscribing Christians I
began to study seriously again the person and the personality of Jesus the
teacher, prophet and guide, the radical Rabi from Galilee, concentrating now on
his relationship with God whose children we all are, and his relationship with
all those children of God for whom he urged the men and women who would follow
him to care. His Sermon on the Mount, the message of the miracles and his
thirty or so Parables which present us with his ethical and social teaching,
together with the two great commandments he gave us to love God and to love our
neighbours, are the abiding sources of my Free Christian faith.
My Non-Subscribing Christian faith, which has
no truck with compulsory Creeds, is centred once more in the teaching and
example of the life of Jesus, and the living out of his commandments. It is nurtured by the companionship of
the welcoming Non Subscribing Christians of the Presbyterian Church of Ireland
whose hearts are open to all honest seekers. In the words of The Rev. Chris Wilson the Minister of
Moneyreagh Non-Subscribing Presbyterian Church of Ireland:
“I
believe my own calling to be to preach the Kingdom of God, not as a millennial
event, but as something realised in and through loving acts, the loving
community, ‘realised eschatology’
as the theologians would
have it. This means the
imperative, to reach out to others, to love God and neighbour as self, in
particular when our neighbour seems different. Liberal Christianity affirms all to be the children of God,
of all faiths, of all creeds, of all traditions and classes, however we may
differ from one another.”
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I see my life as a spiritual journey I make
through a constantly changing landscape, and as yet unfinished. But now in the
Autumn of 2015 the Circle would seem to be almost complete. The interwoven pattern of the Dance of
Life and Love is ready to be taken from the loom, and my erstwhile shadowy
companion Jesus is revealed in the clear light of day and is no longer seen through a glass darkly.
She walks now on that quiet path
in a valley whose name is Content.
The enervating heat of noon is past
and the healing breezes of evening
steal silently out of the shadows.
The child she used to be takes
her hand, and whispers to her
that what there is, is all there is,
and all there is, is gift enough
to be made of, or not, as she wills.
She feels the presence of the past,
the high peaks, the bottomless pits,
loving and loss, sadness and joy,
her young self, and her strong self,
while a man whose yoke is easy
leads her gently into the morning.
Naomi Linnell, Broadstairs
Autumn
2015
