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Advent and Aesthetics
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- Written by: Miriam Dale
I remember our little plastic Christmas tree, no taller than me as a child, looking increasingly scrawny as it lost another branch or two each year. The tinsel was never replaced either, and slowly the bushy sparkle turned tatty, as blu-tac pulled away the strands and the fishing wire showed through. We had a single honeycomb-tissue Santa, who was folded away with a paperclip each year until we extracted him, slightly embarrassed of himself, and expanded his red paper belly. In a reach for some unknown heritage, we also made clove-oranges, pressing the little spikes into the peel till my thumbs were sore, and tying them with a red ribbon. But Mum always insisted on a prominent Nativity scene, each year re-building a little cave out of brown paper or a cardboard box. In it she set the wooden figurines, carefully released from their bubble wrap, and topped it with two ceramic angels, the right one glued back together after it broke in a non-satanic fall.
Each Christmas Eve we put one of Dad’s socks (we wanted the biggest options) at the end of our beds for ‘Santa’ to fill, though I had known that myth’s true identity ever since my brother told me to ‘wait up and see, it’s just Dad!’. The gift giver was irrelevant to me, I craved that bulging bundle of little pencils and bubble blowers, insisting on ‘stockings!’ until at last, in my early teens, Dad grew tired of waiting for us to fall asleep. I woke to no stocking, and after frantically patting around in my bedding, tiptoed into my sleeping parents’ room to see them on their dresser. We let the charade go after that.
Alongside those memories are those of Christmas church services, late at night, with a single candle handed out to each congregant. The twist of paper or plastic cup around the candle base didn’t quite keep all the hot wax from landing on my fingers, and the pews felt uncomfortable and cold, but there was a sacred moment when the flame was passed from person to person, candle to candle, and then we stepped out into the cold winter air with a bright little blaze, reminding us to take our Hope home with us. These were memories we made at home or with our little faith community, but to our neighbours in this non- Christian country (and as yet untouched by secular Santa) it was just another day.
When I moved to Australia, I was determined to give myself over completely to the joy of a communal Christmas. For nearly a decade I insisted on buying a real Christmas tree – even after finding a dead redback in one of them! I still play Michael Bublé, put up store-bought stockings with my housemates, decorate the house with a vengeance and even make the Christmas cake I reviled as a child. From early December until early January (but no longer – my mother told me I could either put the tree up at the start of Advent or keep it up till the 12 days of Christmas were over, but not both), my home feels different.
Last year (having succumbed to the ease of a plastic tree again), I had friends over for one of my new traditions, a ‘tree-trimming’ party. Each friend is invited to bring a decoration, and we eat gingerbread and mince pies and drink mulled wine or hot chai at odds with the summer evening. One friend, a Turkish Muslim lass in Australia for study, asked about the Nativity, and I was excited for her chance to hear the Gospel. We told her the story; she listened with interest then pointed to one of the Santa decorations on the tree.
“What about Santa? Where does he come from?”
Confronted with such tendrils of secular syncretism, it can be tempting to strip Christmas back completely. Should I be throwing my plastic tree out the window, and resigning Michael Bublé to his fate in an op-shop CD shelf somewhere? Is this a cleanse-the-temple moment? Am I blocking the route to the Holy of Holies with pigeons for sale? Am I cluttering the path to Jesus with baubles and tinsel?
Sometimes, I fear the answer is ‘Yes’.
If the amorphous ‘spirit of Christmas’ could mean anything, then it means nothing. Cinnamon candles, ‘seasonal’ foods, chocolate Advent calendars, mistle-kisses and tinny carols and the ever-earlier sale of cheap décor in our supermarkets … I might find them great fun, but perhaps it is all just a capitalist scheme?
And yet… I don’t want to throw the Christ-infant out with the cinnamon-scented bathwater.
The so-called magic of Christmas, as glorified in each new round of delightfully pulpy Netflix Christmas movies, is appealing for a reason. It speaks to the wonder and mystery of childhood, and our urge to rediscover that excitement as adults. And that yearning, for innocence and wonder, curiosity and awe and excitement, is a God-given desire:
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” - Matthew 18:4.
It is good and right to treat Christmas as special!
From the first moment that YHWH breathed life into the nostrils of Adam, He has invited mankind to join Him in His creative acts. To name animals, to tend a garden, to raise a family, all invite a creative awe and curiosity. Made in the image of God, the Holy Spirit creates and so do we: In Creation, we see the first act of a Creative God (Genesis 1:1), and it was Good – God delights in the act and product of creation (Genesis 1:31)! He invites Adam’s involvement with naming – this creativity is an act of co- creation with God (Genesis 2:19). Jacob weaves Joseph’s robe (Genesis 37:3), Moses sings (Exodus 15:1-18), Miriam dances and leads the women in music and dancing (Exodus 15:20-22). Later, Exodus: God specifically chooses Bezalel and gives Him creative gifts required to do God’s work (Exodus 31). David, the man after God’s own heart, a king who shamelessly danced and sang and wrote (1 Samuel 16:22, 2 Samuel 6:14, Psalm 3, 4, 6 and more). The Psalms were largely written for corporate worship, to imbue God’s people with a knowledge of His character and their identity. Then came Solomon, the king whose great wisdom also permitted him to build a place of worship for God (1 Kings 5-6). The book of Job, a different genre to its companion texts, is a poetic tale which explores the knowledge of God and man. In grief, the people of God returned to music with Lamentations; in love, they turned to Song of Songs. Isaiah the prophet uses oracles in a poetic style.
The New Testament includes many references to poems and Psalms, parables and poetic prose. In 1 Corinthians 14:26 Paul highlights hymns as gifts from God, and in Revelation, John uses creative apocalyptic writing to give hope to a weary church.
God also calls us to remember. In sacrifices and altars, in festivals and celebrations, God tells and reminds His people who and Whose they are. Noah builds an altar immediately after the Ark (Gen 8:20), Abraham sacrifices a ram to God in Genesis 22, and Jacob builds an altar after an angelic vision. God specifically directs His people to celebrate and remember Him in festivals through Genesis, Exodus and Leviticus. Esther calls her people to gather in prayer and then in celebration, to remember their God and who He is.
These festivals and practices, these cultural ‘forms’ of spiritual or religious exercises, also tell us where we come from and why we are here. We are called to practice curiosity and wonder. One of the most foundational and frequent reminders, of course, is Sabbath: a day every week to remember that we are made in the image of God, that we are defined not by what we do, or produce, or have, but by whose we are. And yet …
“One Sabbath Jesus was going through the grain fields, and as his disciples walked along, they began to pick some heads of grain.The Pharisees said to him, “Look, why are they doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath?”
He answered,“Have you never read what David did when he and his companions were hungry and in need?In the days of Abiathar the high priest,he entered the house of God and ate the consecrated bread, which is lawful only for priests to eat.And he also gave some to his companions.” Then he said to them,“The Sabbath was made for man,not man for the Sabbath.So the Son of Manis Lord even of the Sabbath.” Mark 2:27-27
There is an opportunity here, for Christians to reclaim the practices of Advent, as Jesus reclaimed the Sabbath. Because there is one key element that Christmas kitsch - as much as I might delight in it - is missing. Jesus, valuing humans more than practices, refused to allow the Sabbath to be a time of just papering over the brokenness in the world. While the bright celebration of Christmas has translated well into consumerism, it is the remembering, waiting, grieving, and yearning for transformation of Christmas that our world desperately needs. As Rachel weeps for her children and refuses to be comforted, we have permission, a framework, to weep for the brokenness of the world, and to dwell in the question to which the birth of Jesus is the sublime and mind-blowing answer.
Advent, the taking of time to reflect, remember, to taste of sorrow and joy, offers us space to remember who and whose we are, and why Christmas matters. So how do we practice the season of Advent? And where does the creativity and awe - implicit in the traditions God gave the Israelites - fit in? Some churches hold tightly to an annual Advent structure, others disregard it completely, continuing independent sermon series right up till Christmas Day. Some invite families or children to light Advent candles, others avoid the fire hazard of a small child waving a live flame around a wreath! Do we use a chocolate calendar? Light a candle? Set liturgical readings? Red-and-green ‘ugly’ jumpers?
In any situation, Advent offers us the same potential of celebration and risk that any spiritual form or practice does; will it draw us towards Christ or away from Him? Do we use it to remember, or to distract and condemn? Derek Brotherson, author of Contextualisation or Syncretism? The Use of Other-faith Worship Forms in the Bible and in Insider Movements, puts the question this way: does the worship form help or distract from true worship? He is of course examining the use of other-faith forms in a Christian context, but that same question could be applied to a secularised version of Christian tradition. I am not here to paint chocolate calendars, Michael Bublé, or Santa figurines as ungodly forms of Christian traditions. Culturally relevant celebrations – with food, dancing, and wine – were a part of Jesus’ context and could absolutely be a part of ours. As mentioned, I adore Christmas kitsch.
However, as I think back on my Muslim friend, I can see how some of my delight in the ‘Christmas spirit’ can distract or get in the way of her understanding of Jesus. And as I watch the latest ‘Christmas movies’, I can see how an idolisation of happiness can diminish that which brings us happiness in the first place. Even more, I can see they take away from the room Christ makes for grief, for lament, and for comfort and healing. As domestic violence and divorce rates peak at Christmas, it is that grief, lament, comfort and healing which is the most important part of the ‘Christmas Spirit’. But we are human – and the season before Christmas has become increasingly shrill! So, we forget truth, and we need help remembering who and Whose we are. This is where our practices, our religious forms, our aesthetics, come in. Seasonal food or clothes or music tell us there is something special about this time! The God who created creativity invites us to use it to know Him.
The practice of lighting a candle, when it creates pause for reflection and silence, an image of light in the darkness, can be a powerful form. The same can be said for music, art and poetry which helps us to sit in the stasis - the uncomfortable waiting and longing of Christmas. The Centre for Christianity, Culture and the Arts, out of Biola University, puts out a seasonal daily email for Advent and Lent, with a poem, an artwork, and a piece of music to tie into a daily devotion. I find these devotions ground me as a I travel or rush around in the lead up to Christmas.
Several years ago, my mother ordered a children’s book of ‘Jesse Tree’ colouring sheets. Each page had a passage and a symbol to represent a point in the Biblical narrative, one for each day of Advent. A rainbow for Noah, a sheath of wheat for Ruth, a sceptre for Esther… Mum asked me to colour them in, and as a 30-year-old, I loved it! Then we cut them out and laminated them and made them into decorations for our tree. Each day of Advent, we read the passage and hung the relevant ornament. The Christmas we count down towards is the culmination of a long gospel history. It is the longed-for coming (present-continuous) of Hope. And when we take the time to remember that longing and that resolution - in creative practices, in aesthetics, in awe and vulnerability – we teach ourselves and those around us what it means, each day and each year anew.
Miriam Dale is a poet and educator who has been playing with words, rhythm, and the big questions of life for over a decade. From growing up in the Middle East as an MK she now works with Interserve.
Advent, Art, and the Aesthetics of Surprise
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- Written by: Laura Cerbus
I have found my familiarity with Scripture to be a double edged sword. Not in the sense, as the saying goes, that familiarity breeds contempt, but in the sense that the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge means when he speaks of the “film of familiarity.” A film, or thin veil, can cover my eyes and my ears so that I “have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and [a heart] that neither feel[s] or understand[s].”
This film of familiarity makes it easy to read without really noticing—or, to read in a way that reinforces what I already believe or imagine or desire, rather than allowing the Scriptures to transform me. I look in the mirror of God’s word, but a quick glance, one that assumes I already know what I will find, causes me to miss what it was reflecting back to me. I have no expectations that what I will encounter in the text may be different than I expect.
One such text, I suspect for many, are the stories of Advent-tide. Part of our cultural as well as our religious traditions, these stories are easily obscured by our familiarity with them. When we are captive to this kind of familiarity, we need something to wipe away the film, to clear our eyes and ears so that we can encounter the text in new ways. The surprise encounter can do this work, jolting us out of inattention to awareness.
In the moment of surprise, we are confronted with a reality that is different from what we had believed or thought to be true. In response, we must choose whether to alter or revise our ways of thinking.
Art, particularly artistic representations of the stories of Scripture, can be a valuable means of aesthetic surprise.
Art can confront its audience with a way of imagining the text that challenges their assumptions or ideas. One example, for me, is the painting of Noah’s ark by sixteenth century artist Simon de Myle. My encounter with it gave me a jolt of surprise. And although not obviously a painting that represents the stories of Advent, it prompted reflection and shifted the way I imagine anticipation for the coming of Christ.
At first glance, the busy scene is familiar. The moment portrayed is one after the flood waters recede and the ark comes to rest on Mount Ararat. Birds swarm in the sky over the ark, animals make their way down the ramp, and more animals cover the dry land around the ark, no doubt stretching their legs and enjoying relief from their long confinement. Several human figures do the same. And then—as I take a closer look—I see several animals splayed out on the ground. They are not sleeping, but dead. And then, to my horror, I realise that one, a horse, is prey: the painting shows the moment that a lion bites into its stomach.
The surprise comes from the shocking difference between de Myle’s portrayal of this moment and the many other portrayals I have seen. Here, there is no idyllic harmony, no optimism for an earth cleansed after the flood. Immediately—some creatures are still embarking—one animal preys on another.
On further reflection I think that these dead animals are, likely, casualties of the flood. De Myle has confronted his observer’s imaginations not only with the company of animals spared on the ark, but also those left to destruction. It is a sobering surprise—a moment in which I realise how often these animals are absent from the retelling of this story, and how often we neglect the relationship between animal and human worlds, in which human sin, demonstrated clearly in Noah’s celebratory drunkenness, has consequences for the entire creation.
Through the skill and creativity of de Myle, I have been struck, surprised—and as a result, my imagination is challenged, and I see a familiar text in a new way. Particularly during this Advent season, as I imagine the world which “Long lay...in sin and error pining,” do I imagine the animals, too, longing for Christ’s coming? Do I imagine them to be also crying out, “Come, Lord Jesus,” as they wait for the final end to the curse that has bound them to humanity’s corruption?
Too easily we limit the scope of Christ’s redemptive work to ourselves, to humanity. However, as Paul insists, “the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth” (Rom. 8:22). This includes the animals, as de Myle’s imagined scene communicates. They, too, suffer under the curse, and they, too, find redemption through Christ the ark (Rom. 8:21).
I think of the many nativity scenes that include field and stable animals. Cows, horses, goats, sheep, sometimes others, are present, although none of the Gospel narratives mention them. In those scenes, peace reigns, as “ox and ass before him bow.” It is easy to forget, though, that although Christ’s coming heralded this peace, it is not yet accomplished. We still wait, all creation still waits, for its consummation.
In one sense, the waiting of the Advent season precludes surprise: we remember Christ’s first coming, and we expect his second. But for the characters of the Advent and Christmas stories, surprise plays an important role.
Mary is amazed at the announcement that Gabriel brings her; the shepherds are astonished at the chorus of angels that illuminates their sleepy night watch. Herod, too, is caught off guard at the news of the Magi that a king has been born right under his nose. Jesus’s birth, particularly the means and circumstances, confronted these characters with incredible news that they had not expected.
Yet, surprise does not compel. The news of Jesus’s birth comes to each one with the weight of the unexpected, and their responses vary. For Herod, the surprise further entrenches him in his pride and spiritual blindness. Others, however, express an openness to what they had not anticipated.
Aesthetic surprise works in the same way. De Myle’s painting does not force the observer into one, predetermined or correct response. Nor can we manufacture surprise. It is a gift of grace that comes unbidden and undeserved. Yet we can, especially at Advent, prepare ourselves to receive such a gift.
Consider seeking out art for the Advent season as a way to reimagine the stories that may have become obscured by a “film of familiarity.” Jane Williams’ book The Art of Advent provides a painting and a reflection for each day from Advent to Epiphany. Biola University offers an Advent devotional resource that combines art, Scripture, and a written devotion.
Here, attentiveness is more important than novelty. It is the Spirit, after all, who enables us to encounter texts in new and fresh ways. In all of our reading, both of visual and of written texts, we should cultivate hearts that are humbly expectant, ready to yield to God and believe that who he is and what he is doing cannot be plumbed.
Laura Cerbus is a teacher, writer, and PhD candidate in Theology at Trinity College Theological School. During her time in Melbourne she has been involved in the Evangelical Women in Academia group. Her desire is to help students delight in texts of literature, Scripture, and theology, in order to develop wonder and awe at the beauty, goodness, and truth of God’s world and of God himself.
The Parish as a Social Group
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- Written by: Chris Porter
“What to do with the humble parish?” Why do we seem to be so entrenched within ideas of “my parish” or “their church?” Why do parishioners identify as more “members of the Parish of St Aethelredstone” rather than as “Anglican,” and why may they identify with their parish in opposition to say the Parish of St Cuthbertstonwick? [names changed to protect the guilty everywhere] Setting aside the ecclesiological and pastoral specifics of Anglican parishes, I want to consider here the sociological challenges of the parish, for these sociological challenges lie at the heart of a wide variety of present questions for our church. While the questions of parish boundaries, church mergers, church planting, minster models, evangelism, normativity, and diversity, all have theological, ecclesiological, and pastoral dimensions, their sociological aspects are often left uninterrogated. Therefore, here I want to consider these social aspects and how they may contribute to our understanding of parish life.
For all of the other services of the parish one of the most significant is the social group which is formed around the parish, one for which those within the parish—and those attending from outside—find their identity. Parishioners are not merely “Jane” or “John,” but “Jane member of Parish X.” The formation of these social identities around the parish structure are sociologically one of its greatest strengths—and I would also argue its greatest weakness.
Leaving aside specifically Christian aspects of the parish, and the appropriate benefits of public worship etc—as these will logically continue with or without parish boundaries—we may consider the great benefits of social groups to be also applicable to the social group of the parish. Individuals who identify with a social group are more likely to engage with the work of that group—in this case the work of the parish—which in turn is more likely to impact on their own personal identity and sense of belonging within the social group—the church.
Formally we can understand “social identity … as that part of the individuals’ self- concept which derives from their knowledge of their membership of a social group together with the value and emotional significance attached to that membership” (Tajfel, 1982: 2). As Christians we value this identity structure, especially as it is positively correlated with other social items such as belonging, behaviour change, self-value, etc. Indeed, as we can see with civil parishes, and other local social enterprises such as “Good-Karma” Facebook groups, this desire for social connection and engagement is also highly sought after and valued in our broader community.
However, it is this same desire for social engagement and identity which is perhaps also its greatest Achilles heel. For with strong identity structures, comes the challenge of what is technically termed as “positive distinctiveness.” That is the challenge for a social group to be sufficiently different from other competing social groups such that members feel attracted to and can identify with their specific social group over and above other groups. This is especially the case where those competing social groups are normatively and geographically close, and in these cases “positive distinctiveness” will often require exclusive claims about one’s own social group, and similarly denigrating claims regarding others nearby. For example, the members of the Parish of St Cuthbertstonwick may pride themselves on their liturgical style and support their own sense of belonging in that parish by referring the members of the Parish of St Aethelredstone as “Aethelredstoners” and generating negative appellations regarding their musical preferences.
This is further exacerbated in situations where near neighbours share the same normative belief and identity structures, as the demands of positive distinctiveness require sharper invective to create points of division. As Lewis Coser observed “A conflict is more passionate and more radical when it arises out of close relationships. The coexistence of union and opposition in such relations makes for the peculiar sharpness of the conflict. Enmity calls forth deeper and more violent reactions, the greater the involvement of the parties among whom it originates”
(1998, 71).
Is this a good argument then for the abolition of parish boundaries, to remove the competition for positive distinctiveness? While this may seem like a logical way of reducing these challenges and uniting the church around a single focus for distinctiveness, unfortunately it only leads to further competition. For as groups cease to have avenues for generating positive distinctiveness outside of the groups the natural place to derive distinctiveness is within the group. This is usually seen through internal perceptions that certain members are not sufficiently normative, or somehow abrogate what some members consider the “core” identity of the group, despite remaining within the group. Indeed, this can be clearly observed within the Good Karma Network phenomenon, as, a couple of years into the project, large numbers of these neighbourhood groups devolved into schismatic fractures over internal accusations of members not upholding the norms of the groups, and significant disagreement over what these norms are, and their relative importance. Similar examples are found in civil parishes— and especially their American counterpart, the Homeowner Association. Lest we think that the church is immune from such debates one need only look at the plethora of churches which have split over musical styles, modes of preaching, or a host of other disputed norms. Schisms and the exclusion of members as black sheep for not being normative enough are part and parcel of group existence.
So far this seems to be a fairly dismal view of parish life: conflict with or without boundaries. Are there any avenues out of this social quagmire? Perhaps somewhat ironically the same ecclesial inheritance that gave the Anglican church the parish structure has also provided a resource for addressing the impetus towards division for positive distinctiveness: episcopal structures. While evangelical Anglicanism tends toward a congregational—and parish— emphasis, the proven mechanism for defusing schism within groups is to direct social impetus towards finding social distinctiveness within larger groups, rather than the smaller immediate—local—group. Indeed, theologically, this is the purpose of the church universal.
How then can we leverage these oft-denigrated structures towards that bigger theological vision and social purpose? A significant part of this is the need for a distinctive vision for the larger structure to inhabit. What is the purpose of the episcopacy? What is a diocese for? But, as part of that vision for there to be positive distinctiveness of the whole, there must be a similar allowance of diversity within the subgroups which make up the superordinate, the parishes which constitute a diocese, the churches which contribute to the denomination—lest there be a devolution to solely finding distinctiveness in the local. Such that the Parishes of St Cuthbertstonwick and St Aethelredstone can engage in that same vision side by side. This vision setting and diversity of engagement can find a wide range of expressions and outcomes, and while it is well beyond the scope of this piece to provide a singular answer, we can find a series of biblical and historical examples for inspiration. Indeed, one example is given by Scott Goode’s examination of 1 Corinthians, where he finds Paul organising that nascent church around the framework of “Salvific Intentionality” that allows for both coherent missional imagination alongside diversity in the Corinthian community (review in this issue).
Ultimately the overriding question about the parish is not whether it stays or whether it goes, but rather what should we look to as a means to present an encompassing vision to unify the church around, with or without historical geographical and social boundaries?
Rev Dr Chris Porter is Post-Doctoral Research Fellow at Trinity College Theological School.
Writing The Future of the Parish in Growing Country Towns
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- Written by: Tracy Lauersen
I led a parish in a country town in Victoria from 2018-2023. I loved it. It was a growing tree-change town an hour from Melbourne off the Monash motorway in Gippsland. Originally a wealthy dairy farming and regional hub, it was experiencing something of an identity change as the dairy farmers sold off and as young families bought up plots of land, city professionals sought an alternative lifestyle on hobby farms and retirees downsized from city dwellings to country digs with large gardens and chickens. The parish was over a hundred years old and there were some amazing old saints in their 80’s who had been in the church since their infancy. The parish had an 8am prayer book service, a 9.45am contemporary family service and an occasional evening youth service. There was a smallish youth group (12 or so) and quite a large children’s ministry. During my time as Rector, we worked on our parish vision and a five-year strategy, we weathered the lockdown years and worked to build up the youth and children’s ministry.
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The Future of Multi-site Churches
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- Written by: James Hornby
I landed in Launceston in 2017 to begin as Rector of St John’s and joined a Diocese that has an incredible vision ‘to be a Church for Tasmania making disciples of Jesus.’ My problem wasn’t ‘what’; it was ‘how’. How would we take that vision and, under God, attempt to see that come to pass in our little neck of the woods? It became clear we weren’t alone in that wondering. Nine other Anglican churches across greater Launceston were wrestling with the same. That’s right, ten Anglican churches across a regional city. Where I’m from, given the population, that sounded like a lot. And these other nine, like us, were largely struggling to reach people with the good news of Jesus. Faithful in worship. Absent (almost) in mission, Struggling with discipleship. I’m sure not an isolated story.
A year later, I’d been meeting with a small group of visionary, strategic Anglicans, representing several churches and an idea emerged. What if we came together? Our collective response was ‘Impossible!’ If there’s one thing true about Tasmania, it’s how parochial we are. But the idea wouldn’t go away. A nurse doing her PhD offered us the latest demographic data from her research, and the idea began to take shape. I met with all the local clergy, and together, choosing to put aside any differences for the sake of the Kingdom, we developed a strategic approach to future Anglican ministry in Launceston and surrounds.
The Compliance Crunch
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- Written by: Matt Williams
“The system is breaking. Let it break. Your first job is to ensure it doesn’t break you. Then stick around to help us build the new one.”
It seems a bit pompous to begin an article quoting myself, but I do so to illustrate that this has been going on for some time.
Back when the Diocese of Melbourne invested in a solid program for equipping new Priests-in-Charge of parishes (EPIC) they used to invite me back for some frank talk with my colleagues. I always said something along these lines.
Let it break. Your first job is to ensure it doesn’t break you.
The overall structure of our church is not fit for purpose. In many ways, we still have a nineteenth-century structure attempting to satisfy twenty-first century compliance demands. The inevitable result of this is a failure to comply, massive inefficiencies in resource allocation, and the burnout of many of those trying to hold things together in the interim with string and spreadsheets.
Let it break. Your first job is to ensure it doesn’t break you.
We should notice that we’re not alone here. This issue is not peculiar to the church. It’s a widespread problem in professional vocations – education, health, and social workers are all drowning in it, vocationally disoriented, burning out, and leaving in droves.
The whole approach of society to risk is to imagine that everything could have been prevented if only another piece of paper had been filled out. So, each time something goes wrong somewhere sometime; the paperwork and mental load is increased for everyone everywhere all the time.
This is unsustainable. Something bigger must come eventually, in the break of this whole system and the approach of our society to risk management. The pendulum is swinging to maximal red tape.
Let it break. Your first job is to ensure it doesn’t break you.
And yet, the problem in the church is worse. Because even if that pendulum swings back to a reasonable centre, our structures are still not fit for purpose.
Let us speak frankly, for the time is short. These are our problems:
- We do not have an alignment of responsibility, visibility, and capacity to act.
- We cannot create that alignment with a heavily decentralised system, which is what we have.
- Parishes do not trust the centre enough to allow it to centralise.
- The centre does not have the visibility of the parishes to centralise competently.
- Therefore the work of bearing responsibility is shafted onto vicars; the work of being the conduit of visibility is shafted onto vicars; and all expectations of action are shafted onto vicars.
- Vicars have not been selected or trained for anything like that skill set.
These are problems which have proved intractable for a long time. This is not something solved by pat answers, like “just preach the gospel”. We need strategic managerial reform, because bad management hinders gospel preaching. We need, in a word, centralisation.
But can we trust our centre to competently centralise? From a long history of past performance and false starts, not really.
To break this impasse, we need to solve the fourth problem, and then use that to solve the third. We need to engineer systems that build visibility of parish life to the centre. Then – and only then - parishes should hand the centre trust to take over safety, compliance and property management tasks based upon that visibility. If the centre can truly see them, we might believe they can actually do them, and let go.
The order is important. Centralising before visibility will fail to solve the problem and damage trust further, because the centre will be working blind, and we will both fall into a pit.
If we can achieve those two things, building a virtuous circle of central competence and parish trust, a world of good can break out. Management tasks will disappear from vicar’s heads, they will be vocationally realigned, spend more time on the things they are trained for and passionate about, and more missionally effective.
The people responsible for things will be able to see if they are actually doing them right down to the parish level, through a series of reports.
And so responsibility, visibility, and capacity to act will belong to the same people, those people will be selected and trained for those tasks, and they won’t be the vicars.
That’s the dream. But the reality will be bumpier than that. Real people doing real jobs make real mistakes. Parishes are notoriously suspicious of giving up power. And this is definitely that.
But it’s the only way out. We must support and encourage the centralisation of safety, compliance and property management tasks – even if our own parish can currently do it better than the centre.
We must encourage and honour those doing the slog work of compliance for us, not allowing them to be invisible.
We must use our power to strengthen others, rather than to think of our power as something to be grasped.
Huh. Sounds like someone else I know. Perhaps the solution lies in preaching the gospel after all.
Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus… Philippians 2:5
Rev'd Canon Matt Williams is the Vicar at St James' Old Cathedral, Melbourne West
Parish Renewal in Tasmania
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- Written by: Richard Condie
The Anglican Church has for a long time held an audacious aspiration to reach the whole world with the gospel through the Parish system. Dividing up a diocese into a patchwork of joined geographic units, so that everywhere was “someone’s responsibility” has been a remarkable vision. It demonstrates a gospel commitment to the world, not just to the faithful who gather in church buildings each Sunday.
In Tasmania this has been a such a gift. Someone is looking out for people’s spiritual welfare in the remote and sparsely populated regions of the west coast, just as much as the battler suburbs of northern Hobart. But the traditional model of the Parish, with the priest dispensing the weekly word and sacraments and expecting people to come is not a model that meets the mission needs of the 21st Century.