12 May 2008

What are they talking about on Amatomu?

I had a look at Amatomu, and the biggest thing in the Zeitgeist, that stuck out a mile, was mothers day.

I was curious, because I’ve always regarded Mothers Day as an American thing, and not very big in South Africa, but there it was on Amatomu, very big.

So I wondered just where people were talking about it.

It wasn’t in Life, where I looked first. No, in Life what they were talking about was christmas.

(Christmas? Why Christmas? In May?)

Next I looked in Religion, where the big topic was pentecost.

In Business — I thought of the greetings card industry — but no, it weas hillary clinton

No, mothers day was big in News and Politics, that’s where.

Now I realise that blogs in one category might have individual posts in another category, but this was very strange. Can anyone solve the mystery?

Just what is so newsworthy and political about Mothers Day?

12 May 2008

How much is a (US) gallon of petrol in the rest of the world?

While fuel prices are rising so rapidly that these are probably already out of date, as a comparison we can see that we are paying relatively less than many other countries.
clipped from peoplesgeography.com

From Wired mag

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12 May 2008

Blogger working again

On Sunday afternoon my access to Blogger blogs on Blogspot was restored, as mysteriously as it was removed.

I had already moved my family history blog to WordPress, but decided to leave my Notes from underground blog where it is for the time being, though if the access problem recurs I might move it over as well.

It appears that not everyone suffered from the “403 forbidden” message, but quite a number did, to judge from the messages in the Blogger help group on Google.

11 May 2008

The Myrrh-bearing Women

Today is the Sunday of the Myrrh-bearing Women, and I went off to Mamelodi on my own, as Val has flu and her voice had gone, so she wouldn’t have been able to help much with the singing, but I missed her because I couldn’t remember the melody for Tone 2, and confused it with Tone 6.

Our usual classroom was locked, and so we used the one next door, and a Zionist woman joined us, in green robe and all. Our singing wasn’t very good, as it seems everyone else has had colds too, so I wonder what she made of it. It was mostly in North Sotho, and she spoke Zulu.

Only when we were leaving did someone mention that it was also Mothers Day, which I’d forgotten altogether. It’s not something that we’ve ever observed in our family, not even the Anglican one, which is in the middle of Lent, and had something to do with simnel cakes.

But the coincidence of Mothers Day with the Myrrh-bearing Women seemed quite appropriate for reflecting on women’s ministry in the Church. One of the myrrh-bearing women was, of course, Mary Magdalene, who, in spite of what Dan Brown said in his book The da Vinci code, was not a prostitute (that was St Mary of Egypt, remembered on the 4th Sunday of Lent) but isapostolos — Equal-to-the Apostles. And the Myrrh-bearing-Women were the very first to be entrusted with the good news of the resurrection.

10 May 2008

Blogger dead?

Following on my previous post, I’ve found I can post to my Blogger blogs, but can’t read them, and others appear to be having the same problem.

I wonder if ANYONE is able to read Blogger blogs — at least those hosted by Google at Blogspot.

I suspect not, because I tried to ping them on Amatomu, and Amatomu failed to pick them up, so it seems that the Blogger servers have crashed, or got a serious bug.

10 May 2008

End of the road for Blogger?

For more than a year now I’ve had a blog on Blogger and one on WordPress, and have posted about equally on both. I found it hard to decide which platform I preferred, but this just about clinches it.

Tried to log in to my Blogger blog a few minutes ago, and got this charming message:

We’re sorry…

… but your query looks similar to automated requests from a computer virus or spyware application. To protect our users, we can’t process your request right now.

We’ll restore your access as quickly as possible, so try again soon. In the meantime, if you suspect that your computer or network has been infected, you might want to run a virus checker or spyware remover to make sure that your systems are free of viruses and other spurious software.

If you’re continually receiving this error, you may be able to resolve the problem by deleting your Google cookie and revisiting Google. For browser-specific instructions, please consult your browser’s online support center.

If your entire network is affected, more information is available in the Google Web Search Help Center.

We apologize for the inconvenience, and hope we’ll see you again on Google.


If that’s lasts any longer, you certainly won’t be seeing me again on Blogger.

10 May 2008

The pillars of solitude

I’ve just finished reading two “family saga” type novels: The pillars of the earth by Ken Follett, and One hundred years of solitude by Gabriel García Márquez.

I saw both in bookshops and libraries quite a long time ago, but never got round to reading them. Then my son gave me The pillars of the earth for my birthday, and I read that, and followed it up by the other.

There are some similarities: both follow the fortunes of families in a fictitious small town over several generations, though the periods, circumstances and outcomes are very different.

The pillars of the earth is set in the fictitious English town of Kingsbridge in the medieval period, the reigns of King Stephen and Henry II, and the background is the building of a cathedral. It is the best of Ken Follett’s novels that I have read, and in the course of the story one learns quite a bit about methods of building. Historical events affect the building of the cathedral and the characters — political and ecclesiastical rivalry, civil war and famine provide the obstacles that the characters have to overcome in order to attain their goals.

One problem is that the characters are rather one-dimensional. Each seems to embody one main characteristic, which makes their behaviour rather predictable: the scheming and ambitious bishop, the selfish and violent usurping feudal lord, and so on.

One hundred years of solitude is set in the fictitious town of Macondo in Colombia, somewhere near the Caribbean coast, in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Wider events in the country and the world impinge on the town. It, too, is affected by civil war and natural disasters, which affect the lives of the characters, though often in seemingly inconsequential ways. Independence means that people should patriotically paint their houses blue instead of white.

The characters are in some respects less one-dimensional than those in The pillars of the earth. They are more complex, yet they also have one thing in common — solitude. They are in many respects a dysfunctional family, unable to communicate with each other and the rest of the world, misinterpreting each other’s actions and reactions. Instead of building a cathedral, what is built is the town itself. The founder of the family was the founder of the town, leading people to settle in the place, and originally the houses are built in such a way as to ensure that everyone has an equal share of resources. But corruption within the family, and political and economic forces like capitalism change this. The fortunes of the town reflect the fortunes of the family, and the decline of one leads to the decline of the other.

One hundred years of solitude is not a straightforward historical novel like The pillars of the earth. Though many of the historical events (like the civil war) are real, the story is at times surreal, symbolic, and at times almost allegorical. One of the characters is a gypsy from outside the family whose ghost inhabits a room in the house, where his old manuscripts are stored. One of the family members tries to decipher the manuscripts, but when he finally manages to translate them into Spanish they are all in code, so he still cannot understand them.

At times the story is narrated with a wry kind of humour, which reminded me of another novel that I read some time ago, The poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, in which a Baptist missionary family from the USA find it hard to come to terms with the different culture and environment in a Congo village, and the crosscultural misunderstandings are described with a similar wry humour, and eventually the misunderstandings engulf the family itself, as each makes their own adaptation to the Congo village culture. Márquez describes misunderstandings within the family, which though sometimes exacerbated by events outside, are mainly internal to the family itself.

One of the things that appealed to me about One hundred years of solitude was that solitude leads to forgetfulness. Because the family cannot communicate, they cannot communicate their own history, and so forget it, as the town, and indeed the country, forget their history too. Sometimes it is deliberate, where one member of the family hides the origins of her own grandson, or where the memory of a massacre is obliterated by a government cover-up. But other things are forgotten by sheer family forgetfulness, where eventually no one can remember who it is that is shown in an old photograph.

I’m interested in family history, church history, general history, and a lot of that is real to me. A couple of years ago I discovered that some old family photos, kept in a wooden box in my study, were damaged by termites, but even then, many people in the photos are unknown; there is no one around to remember them. I’ve started some wiki pages on family history, and invited other family members to look at them and contribute to it so that we can recover and preserve the history of the family, but I wonder if any of them will. Márquez’s novel suggests that if people can’t communicate when living in the same house, they won’t do any better communicating across the world, even with modern technology like the internet.

8 May 2008

Last night I had the strangest dream

I woke up after 3:00 am after having had an interesting dream — that Val and I had been transported back 50 years or so to a town in the Free State, either Bethlehem or Bloemfontein, and the main way of knowing it was that the cars all were so old. We were on the pavement outside a building that people were waiting to open, and talked to some of them, wondering if they would sound different, and whether we might use words that would betray us as being from another era, and if we should find a museum and look at their exhibits. We were somewhat reluctant, by a kind of tacit consent, to say that we were from the future, and to use words and expressions that might not be understood, and wondered what words and expressions might give us away. There were lots of black cars, including a new and shiny Austin A55, and then a round-backed Volvo went by. And the cars not only had bumpers, but the bumpers were chromed, as were the surrounds of the lights and the front and rear windows.

It was only after I woke up that some other difficulties occurred to me — that if we had described everyday life in our time people might not have believed us. Cars and styles of clothes might have been the obvious differences, but if we had tried to buy anything or stay in a hotel our money would have been unrecgnisable. What, they might ask, is a Rand? Credit cards too. If we had said that many homes had personal computers, who would have believed us? And if we had said that Thabo Mbeki had followed Nelson Mandela as President we should undoubtedly have been locked up.

6 May 2008

The Message to the people of South Africa — 40 years

In September it will be 40 years since the “Message to the people of South Africa” was published.

The “Message” was a comprehensive rejection of the apartheid policy of the South African government of the time on theological grounds.

While Christian groups had criticised apartheid previously, most of the earlier criticisms had not explicitly rejected the principles of apartheid, but merely criticised the way it was applied.

The Message to the people of South Africa was a new departure, saying that apartheid was not merely bad in practice, but was wrong in principle. It was not merely heretical, but it was a false gospel.

The Message was intended to be a turning point in Christian responses to apartheid.

Unfortunately, from the point of view of publicity, the release of the Message was upstaged by the government’s banning of the MCC cricket tour because the England side included Basil d’Oliveira, a South African-born coloured.

For this and other reasons, the response to the Message was disappointing.

One result of the Message was the formation of “Obedience to God” groups, and in some quarters there was a hope, and even an expectation, that this might lead to the formation of a Confessing Church in South Africa.

In the event, the “Confessing Church” never happened.

One of the abiding questions is, why not?

One answer may be that many people were simply too chicken.

Many of those responsible for drafting and publicising the Message were clergy, and they perhaps feared for their position, their stipends and their pensions if they went out on a limb.

One of those most committed to “Obedience to God” was Bill Burnett, then General Secretary of the South African Council of Churches which, with the Christian Institute, had sponsored the Message.

I believe that the failure of the “Obedience to God” movement led to Bill Burnett’s disillusionment with the ecumenical scene. Soon after that he was elected as Anglican bishop of Grahamstown, and he began to plug the charismatic renewal movement within the Anglican Church in South Africa. He said afterwards that “The one who does God’s work is God”, and I got the impression that he attributed the failure of movements like “Obedience to God” to the impossibility of human beings obeying God without the power of the Holy Spirit.

The challenge of a “Confessing Church”, of course, is that one has to “think sect” (in the sociological sense of the term “sect”). It means abandoning the pretence at respectability and being marginalised, It meant that the church would have to go underground, as many opposition political movements had done earlier.

To my knowledge Bill Burnett made one more attempt, when he was Archbishop of Cape Town, and presided at the Anglican provincial synod in 1979. There was a motion to the effect that the church should stop applying for permits for things like multiracial functions. At the time I recorded this in my journal

Synod resumed after Mass and breakfast, and there was further discussion on the motion by Canon Albertyn asking the bishops to look into all the different permits that were needed for the church to do its work, and then not to apply for them. It seemed very badly worded and rather pointless to enquire into all the permits that were needed if one is not going to apply for them anyway.

I spoke, and said that we lived in a permissive society — everything is illegal, but one can apply for permits to live and work from various government bodies, but quoting Colossians 3:1-4, I suggested that our minds should be set on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of the Father, and not on earthly things like permits. I said that some would accuse me in this attitude of maintaining the status quo, but that was precisely what I was maintaining. Christians are called upon to proclaim the status quo, because we are what we are through our baptism; the status quo was established by Jesus Christ through his death and resurrection, and the world can truly be said to be in rebellion against that status quo. I said that we must also look at II Corinthians 5, where we are no longer to judge anyone in the flesh, or as the New English Bible puts it, we are not to let worldly standards count in our estimate of any man — and race is a worldly standard, and those are things we have died to if we are in Christ.

So we should not look into all the permits required before refraining from applying for them. We should realise that we are dead to permits and racial distinctions, and behave accordingly. If the world doesn’t like us for such flagrant neglect of its standards, then it must deal with the problem its own way. If they want to put us in jail, then we will go singing. When I got back to my place Bishop Lawrence passed me a note saying how much he appreciated what I had said.

There were a few amendments, which improved the motion slightly, but not very much. Eventually it was carried, with some more amendments, and Bill then spoke. He said he was often called upon to apply for permits for various church functions and gatherings, and that it was a role he disliked. But he thought his position as guardian of the institutional church required him to do this sort of thing, though he would rather not do it. He said he thought that Synod was saying he should abandon this role, and that he would be happy to do so, if that is what synod wanted. He did not personally care very much for the institutional church, and was prepared to see it crumble.

Archbishop Bill Burnett asked if synod was asking him to let the institutional church crumble if necessary. There was an embarrassed silence, and synod said nothing.

Behind this lay a whole lot of things that might not be apparent to people unfamiliar with apartheid South Africa. The church owned land and buildings, that, in the case of the Anglican Church, were registered in the name of the Provincial Trusts Board. In terms of the apartheid laws land in “white” areas had to be registered in the name of “white” persons (whether judicial or natural persons), land in “coloured” areas had to be registered in the name of “coloured” persons, and so on. By refusing to play the permits game, therefore the church could lose all its land and buildings, and be reduced to the position of the church in the Soviet Union, where the church was, in effect, not allowed to be a judicial person, and therefore could only use temples with the permission of the state, which owned them — permission that was usually not granted.

So Bill Burnett was challenging the church, once again, to “think sect” rather than make yet another empty gesture.

But obedience to God was too difficult, and “thinking sect” was something that the clergy, black as well as white, were not prepared to do. People in South Africa could talk of a “confessing church”, but were not prepared to take the consequences of actually being one.

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As a missiologist and church historian I think it would be good, on the 40th asnniversary of the “Message”, to discuss what went in to making it, and what it achieved or failed to achieve, and why.

In the circumstances of the time, perhaps hopes were higher than at other times — 1968 was the year of student power, when students in Paris embarked on resistance. It was the year of the Czechoslovakian rebellion against an authoritarian state. So at least some people in South Africa had the hope that the church in South Africa could make a difference.

In the hope of promoting discussion about a possible reassessment of the role of the Message in the history of South African Christianity, I’ve posted a shorter version of this in the Christianity and Society discussion forum. If you would like to join in the discussion, I hope you will join us there, or leave a comment here, or, better still, do both. There is also a files section there, where you can find the text of the Message, and also the texts of other similar confessional documents.

4 May 2008

Bloggers unite for human rights

Bloggers UniteOn 15 May the usual crowd will be having a synchroblog on the theme of human rights, but this time we will be joining hundreds of other bloggers on the same theme. Obviously anyone is welcome to join, either in the synchroblog (which means having a list of links to other synchroblog posts) or to the general theme.

We had originally planned to make the synchroblog theme on Christian concern for ecology and the environment, but decided to postpone that to June, and follow the wider group with the theme of human rights.

One of the aims of this is to support the work of human rights organisations like Amnesty International.

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