Observations on Theology, Culture and the Hosier family

Monday, 31 October 2011

BINGE DRINKING IN THE TAVERN OF THE SEAS

In January 1989 I turned up in Cape Town as a bolshy 18 year-old and my world was upended. Everything changed for me in Cape Town, and the months I spent here were hugely significant. It was also a time of dramatic change for South Africa. Apartheid was on its last legs, but exactly how things would work out when those legs gave way was anyones guess.

I went back to England (and to university in Newcastle) in September 1989. Early in 1990 Nelson Mandela was released from jail, and South Africa was clearly on an irreversible path to majority rule. That path was a rocky one, however, and for a time it seemed the nation might descend into civil war. Terrible fighting in Natal between members of the ANC and Inkatha, and the revolutionary rumblings of the white supremacist AWB, threatened the worst kind of future for what became known as the rainbow nation.

I returned to Cape Town for a few weeks in 1991. It was a different country, and I was a different person, but Cape Town was still her alluring self.

It was then another ten years before I came back, this time for a weeks holiday, with Mrs Hosier, and a six month old daughter No. 3 in tow. 2001, and everything was different, with apartheid dead and buried, but the ANC Government struggling to meet the expectations of a newly enfranchised people.

And now another decade has passed, and despite numerous trips to southern Africa, it has taken me this long to get back to the mother city. And even this time it was an 'accident' - a sudden rescheduling when my planned trip to Zimbabwe fell through because of problems organizing flights.

So I have been here 60 hours, and like a sailor reaching land after a long haul at sea I have been on the binge. 60 hours of swallowing as much of the Cape as I can before flying up to Johannesburg tomorrow. 60 hours per decade is not enough to slake this addicts thirst. The tourist advertising for South Africa used to boast, "The world in one country," and in many ways that boast was true. South Africa is a nation apart; but Cape Town is a whole other world to itself. It is a unique place, and gets into the blood as surely as the Cape winds cut through your clothes.

Spending time with Jubilee Community Church has been a massive joy and privilege.  Even in a church of 1,000 people the passage of time means there are only a handful still here who were here 22 years ago; yet somehow it feels like coming home. This was a church that taught me so much, and my thinking has again been challenged and enlarged by this latest brief encounter.

Thank you Cape Town. Thank you Jubilee.

Thursday, 27 October 2011

BOOK REVIEW: AFGHANISTAN


Constant conflict from the first Gulf War to the rise of Al Qaeda (culminating in 9/11) to the campaigns in Iraq and Afghanistan, has in many ways been the story of my generation. Unlike the earlier metanarratives of the long stand off of the Cold War or the Second World War, this conflict has felt much more morally ambiguous and indeterminate.

These two contrasting books offer interesting analysis of British involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan. Published in 2009, Colonel Tootal’s book was one of the first ‘herographies’ describing the conflict in Afghanistan, while Lt Commander Ledwidge’s (just published) book is among the first of what will surely be a mountain of literature critiquing British strategy in these wars.

Tootal tells a soldier’s story – of being in command of a battalion of paratroopers desperate to prove themselves in combat, and the often bitter reality of what that experience was like. Tootal seems to have been clear sighted about the complexities of being the first significant deployment of British troops into Helmand. How, he asks his Whitehall bosses, will he gain the support of the local population if he destroys their livelihood – the production of opium poppies? No answers are forthcoming.

Tootal also describes the complexity and confusion of the command structure within which he had to work, “In essence it meant that I had three bosses to work to.” This was a recipe for disaster in a theatre of operations like Helmand.

The political and military complexities of Helmand meant that the Paras were put in no win situations, for example, when they were tasked with rescuing a police chief who had been captured by the Taliban. This police chief was corrupt and a threat to the general population, yet to not rescue him would be seen to undermine the governor of Helmand who represented the Afghan government and so had to be supported.

Ledwidge is a barrister and military reservist who has served in the Balkans, Iraq and Afghanistan, and brings a forensic eye to British military strategy. Losing Small Wars is replete with eye watering facts and figures. For instance:

  •       It costs £400,000 to keep each British soldier in Afghanistan for a year
  •       The campaign in Afghanistan costs £6 billion each year
  •       Of 7,000 British soldiers in Basra in 2006 only 200 were actually available for patrolling
  •       In Helmand, from a Brigade of 3,500 men, there were only a maximum of 168 men able to conduct combat operations
  •        “There are, proportionately eight times more generals in the UK armed forces that there are in the US Marine Corp, four times as many as in the US army, and as astonishing ten times as many as the Israelis have.”
  •       Javelin rockets (costing £70,000 each) were routinely fired at sniper positions; and “Until early 2010 it was common to call in an air strike and drop 1,000 kilogramme bombs (cost £250,000 plus £35,000 an hour fuel for the constantly patrolling jets) on the position

Tootal recognizes the way his unit’s presence inflamed the situation in Helmand:

There is no doubt in my mind that our arrival had stirred up a hornet’s nest in a province that many had considered quiet until then. But it was only quiet because the Taliban and the drug warlords had been allowed to hold the ascendency there. There was no rule of law, no government authority and any ‘peace’ was due to the ruling tyranny and corruption of bandits and insurgents. Although no one ever said it to my face, some safe at home in the bureaucratic corridors of Whitehall later suggested that 3 PARA might have been overly aggressive in its approach. But they were not the ones shedding blood, sweat and tears in the service of their country.

In contrast, Ledwidge argues that the Paras were overly aggressive and it might well have been better to leave some of the ‘bandits’ in position. Ledwidge plots the mess that 3 PARA were going to find themselves in. An SAS team had been operating in Helmand and warned against a number of decisions that Whitehall was to take. “The mess that the British were about to find themselves in was rooted in their meddling with local governance that they neither understood nor had the capacity to control.”

Ledwidge is also good on the history of British military entanglements in Afghanistan, and reflects the fact that while the British may not have any cultural memory of our previous Afghan wars, the Afghans certainly do. Three times previously we had entered Afghanistan, and each time received a good whipping; for the Afghans, this was simply going to be the next instalment in a series of engagements stretching back to 1839.

Throughout, Ledwidge is critical of British arrogance and sense of superiority over the Americans in fighting counter-insurgency warfare, when it has actually been the Americans who have been faster to learn and displayed greater competence. Senior British officers continually harped on about the lessons of Malaya and Northern Ireland, when these were entirely different conflicts from those in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Ledwidge is also critical of the decision to make 16 Air Assault Brigade (of which 3 PARA is a part) the first British troops to enter Helmand. As the most aggressive element of the British Army, they were an unlikely choice for what was a peacekeeping mission, and while commending Tootal’s professionalism, Ledwidge questions his lack of engagement with the ‘human terrain’ – that is, having an understanding of what a ‘war among the people’ might actually mean.

The Paras were isolated in ‘platoon houses’ and used overwhelming force and heavy weaponry to defend themselves, that destroyed town centres, with the result that, as Ledwidge records it, “the British had fulfilled exactly their historic role as most Helmandis saw it – that of aggressive and destructive invaders.”

Ledwidge makes the shocking point that the British have now been in Afghanistan longer than the Soviets were, and have achieved less than the Soviets did. There was a chronic shortage of Pashtu speakers attached to the military, and an apparent blindness to the fact that a group of heavily tooled up foreigners patrolling the streets of Helmand might be perceived as threatening by the natives.

Ledwidge sums up his criticisms like this:

The form of ‘expeditionary warfare’ on which Britain’s armed forces staked their future has proved to be beyond their commanders’ capabilities. A failure to adapt, antediluvian structures and intelligence systems, deployment schedules that ensures a lack of continuity, a cavalier attitude to post-entry planning, a mentality geared to excessive readiness to use extreme violence, an attachment to archaic traditions and imagined histories – all of these factors played their part. Inadequate equipment and a dearth of personnel coexisted alongside a vastly swollen command structure that was proportionately eight times the size of that of the US marines.

Having read a number of reviews of Losing Small Wars by serving military personnel it appears that most soldiers agree with Ledwidge’s analysis. But against the backdrop of the dreadful strategic failures of the military high command must be measured the bloody reality of the cost to British troops. The most harrowing chapter of Danger Close is the account of a patrol that stumbled into a minefield on Kajaki Ridge which resulted in the death of one man, and several others losing legs. The subsequent poor treatment of the injured men, and the penny-pinching approach to their families (especially in light of the overall costs of the campaign) is shocking.

Reading these books left me with a sense of admiration for the bravery and courage of individual men, but something approaching outrage at the overall picture of our recent military adventures. We have made colossal mistakes.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

HALLOWEEN

A friend in my Life Group pointed me towards these comments by John Piper about Halloween:



Apparently, some of my friend's friends were shocked by Piper's somewhat laissez faire approach to Halloween. Of course, Piper is an American, and within American culture Halloween has occupied a very different place from that which has historically been the case in the UK. A watershed for us was when the ET movie came out, and suddenly the 'Americanization' of Halloween began to happen in the UK - now it is a huge deal, at least commercially, and our shops are at the moment packed with ghoulish attire.

So what should our response be?

Well, I am inclined towards Piper's relaxed attitude on this one. I think it is an area where Christians can look very foolish when they have an overheated reaction. As I have written elsewhere, my belief in the supremacy of Christ over all things means I don't need to get in a panic about Halloween. However, as a parent, and as a Christian, I would have the following rough framework:

  • I wouldn't let my kids go out trick or treating. I don't like the way it seems to be begging for stuff, and I know that for some people (especially the elderly) it can be intimidating to have kids banging on their doors asking for sweets.
  • When other peoples kids knock on our door we give them something - not a tract about the evils of the occult, but some sweets or cake. Why? Because it is an opportunity to demonstrate grace and generosity.
  • I have pumpkins outside my front door. Not  in celebration of Halloween, but because Daughter No.4 grew them, and they look good!
  • I wish trick or treating was one habit we hadn't imported from the US!

Saturday, 22 October 2011

BOOK REVIEW: HEAVEN


Heaven, by Randy Alcorn

A friend, seeing me reading this book, asked if I liked Randy Alcorn’s writing – and yes, I do. I like the way he sets our earthly experiences against a backdrop of eternity, and I have found his teaching on money, especially, incredibly helpful. That said, I did not read Heaven quickly, as I would with something I can’t put down. It’s not that the book is anyway dull or uninteresting, but it is quite detailed, and actually lends itself to being dipped into, rather than read in big chunks, cover to cover.

The book is divided into three sections. Part 1 provides a theology of heaven; Part 2 answers practical questions about heaven; and the third (short) Part addresses how we should live now in the light of heaven.

The first section is thorough and helpful. Alcorn tackles the many distorted views we can have of heaven – that it will be boring, or ephemeral. Alcorn is very good on this, emphasising again and again the physicality of heaven, and just how delightful it will be. He quotes a little too liberally from The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia for my taste, but those stories do at least help to paint a picture of what we might expect in heaven.

Alcorn is also good in explaining the distinction between heaven as it now is, and heaven as it will be – after the resurrection when heaven and earth (and it will be this earth, though earth made gloriously new) are united in time and space. It is this heaven that ultimately we long for! In explaining these things Alcorn demolishes ‘Christoplatonism’ that fails to do justice to the bodily nature of our heavenly existence. This is such an important thing to grasp – anything physical that we enjoy now is only a foretaste of the physical pleasure we will enjoy forever in heaven.

I should imagine that most readers of this book will immediately turn to Part 2, however, which deals with the kind of questions everyone has asked at some point. Alcorn isn’t afraid to cover all kind of bases here. For example, have you ever wondered whether you will see a favourite pet in heaven? Alcorn thinks you might! Have you wondered whether there will be books, or art, or entertainment in heaven? Alcorn gives some intriguing answers. What about sport, or the adrenaline kick that danger can provide? This is something that has often bothered me as so much of what I regard as pleasurable involves the potential for injury! And Alcorn is helpful, speculating that it might be possible to hurt ourselves – but to then experience instant and perfect healing; and that we might (for example) still know the effects of gravity – which means climbing would still be dangerous – and fun!

Of course, in some of these answers Alcorn veers closer to speculation than to exegesis, but the whole book is scripture saturated, and is never merely speculative. While I might question some of Alcorn’s conclusions I appreciate his commitment to working out answers from the pages of the Bible.

The final part of the book is a reminder to us of how a belief in an eternal heaven should affect our lives here and now on earth. Alcorn returns to the theme of his books on money and possessions and asks,

What will last for eternity? Not your car, house, degrees, trophies, or business. What will last for eternity is every service to the needy, every dollar given to feed the hungry, every cup of water given to the thirsty, every investment in missions, every prayer for the needy, every effort invested in evangelism, and every moment spent caring for precious children – including rocking them to sleep and changing their diapers. The Bible says we’ll reap in eternity what we’ve planted in this life.

That is an encouraging thought, and this is an encouraging book.

Howver, for those who might feel daunted by the 500 pages of Heaven, there is a pocket sized summary of the book available, in the Tyndale Touchpoints series. It is this book I will be recommending at Gateway when I preach on heaven in a few weeks time. Shorter, pithier and cheaper than the big book, it is well worth laying your hands on.

Friday, 21 October 2011

BLOCK


I spend a fairly large proportion of my working week writing.

When I first started working for a church I don’t think I envisaged quite how much writing it would involve, but I must have bashed out millions of words over the past 16 years.

There is the writing of sermons; writing small group study notes; writing training guides; writing emails; writing pastoral letters; writing blog posts; writing magazine articles – writing, writing, writing.

I guess not every church leader does as much writing as me (though plenty do a lot  more) but this is partly a reflection of my own personality and bias: I like writing. I like to get things down on paper, and I like to work on a sentence, a phrase, a paragraph. I like to see how words fit together, and to try and get the right punch! and flow in what I write. I hate reading poor writing. Many is the book that I have either discarded or taken an age to read, not so much because of weak content, but due to sloppy syntax. (This is a particular bane of Christian paperbacks.)

But sometimes in this torrent of words I get block. Like a hefty log wedged between the banks of a stream and stopping its flow, there are times when writing feels more a torture than a pleasure. This week has been one of those weeks. No inspiration for blog posts. Sermon preparation as laboured as a chain-smoking geriatrics breathing. Enthusiasm for other pieces of important preparation running at a crawl.

How to fix the problem?

Maybe writing about it will help!

Friday, 14 October 2011

A POLITICIAN IN THE PARK


A bit of a furore has been stirred up today by the news that Cabinet Office minister Oliver Letwin has been seen throwing away documents in St James’s Park.

Letwin is MP for West Dorset, a particularly beautiful constituency, that is not far from Poole, and I find it rather endearing that Letwin chooses to do some of his work in the park rather than in the office – clearly he feels the need for green space. For the short time I worked in central London I would often disappear to the park (in this case Hyde rather than St James’s) at lunchtime and find a bench to sit and read on in relative tranquillity. But the idea of a very senior politician using a bench as his office is a rather surprising one.

Probably the best known Psalm is the twenty-third:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.

I imagine the average day in the life of a cabinet minister is fairly turbulent and the desire to find some still water must be strong. Perhaps, amongst the ducks and pelicans in St James’s Park, Mr Letwin found some of that peace. I hope he isn’t now hounded out of it by the outraged squeals of the media and Opposition. So I hope that all those papers Letwin threw into the park bin were merely low-interest, low-security mailbag filler.

In a year when we have seen our cities rocked by civil unrest I find it somehow reassuring to know that one of our senior leaders is quietly sitting in a London park, reading – and discarding – his papers.

Thursday, 13 October 2011

BIG BROTHER


At our Newfrontiers leaders Prayer & Fasting days this week I made a flippant remark to a friend about getting my chakras aligned. (Being a good Christian he wasn’t familiar with the term.) Then – oddly – the google ads that run at the side of my emails were today encouraging me to buy aromatherapy creams that would help align my chakras.

How does that happen?

It is a basic statistical rule that anything that has any possibility of ever happening will at some point happen – it is this rule that lies behind many ‘coincidences’ and ‘what were the chances of that?’ events. Someone will win the lottery. Someone will get struck by lightening. Someone will bump into a long lost friend on a train station in Bognor. (What do you mean it hasn’t happened to you yet?)

Of course, with Google it feels a bit more sinister than just the random workings of statistical probabilities, as Google is working hard to map our personal preferences and desires. As an experiment to illustrate this I just asked one office colleague to give me a random subject (she chose ‘synchronized swimming’) and another colleague and I then typed this into Google at the same time. Wikipedia came out as the first result for both of us, but after that the rest of the page was different – although I’m struggling to see in what way the results had been tailored for each of us!

‘Googling’ is now so ubiquitous and so useful (I guess I must have googled twenty or more times today already. Sermon prepping this morning I didn’t bother to go to a concordance to find a reference – just google it) it is easy to believe in the objectivity of Google, as if it were simply a much faster and more complete telephone directory or Encyclopaedia Britannica in which the information remains constant, and is the same for whoever accesses it, wherever they are. But googleworld is different. It’s watching you, responding to you, anticipating you. Which is why two people doing the same kind of job and sitting within an arms length of one another get different results every time they google.

This should make us much more sceptical about the information we receive back and more discerning about how we use it. It also means we should be careful what we google for – remember, everything you’ve ever looked at online is recorded somewhere and has a shaping impact on everything else you look at. And for me (perhaps it’s just me being perverse) it means throwing the odd curve ball into the Google mix so that ‘they’ don’t really get to pigeonhole me.

I like to mess with their chakras.