Tower and Town, September 2020 (view the full edition)Clergy LetterFor this month's Clergy Letter, Bishop Andrew has suggested taking something from one of his weekly blog pieces at andrewrumsey.wordpress.com . We have chosen an extract from his blog of 1st May: 'Every human being has at their roots here below a certain terrestrial poetry, a reflection of the heavenly glory, the link, of which they are more or less vaguely conscious, with their universal country.' Simone Weil That our shifting, temporal existence might be partnered in a dance with eternity is an idea old as wisdom, and has choreographed the Christian understanding of space and time. Our 'terrestrial poetry' finds pinpoint places that map this instinct, requiring 'you are here' arrows, to indicate the way. Even the most outlandish scriptural depictions of the next world are necessarily rooted in this one (St John's apocalyptic monsters still have wings and eyes, even if uncannily numerous) - the biblical heaven, in other words, is an extrapolation of the biblical earth. A church spire is thus an upended map pin: a stake in empyrean fields, as if our mortal tent will swiftly blow away. From Martinsell - Iron Age hillfort and one of the loftiest, as well as most peaceful spots in Wiltshire - you can, on a clear day, see across Salisbury Plain to where the foremost spire in England lances the skies, glorifying God in the highest. It remains a kind of eternal trig pillar for pilgrims, including Thomas Fuller: an army chaplain from the English Civil War ('A good Church of England man, with his heart in heaven and both feet on the ground', according to Canon Charles Smyth). In his memoir of those stricken years, Mixt Contemplations, he reflects: 'Travelling on the plain (which notwithstanding hath its risings and fallings) I discovered Salisbury steeple many miles off; coming to a declivity, I lost sight thereof; but climbing up on the next hill, the steeple grew out of the ground again. Yea, I often found it and lost it, till at last I came safely to it, and took my lodging near it. It fareth thus with us whilst we are wayfaring to heaven. Mounted on the Pisgah top of some good meditation, we get a glimpse of our celestial Canaan; but when on the flat of an ordinary temper, or in the fall of an extraordinary temptation, we lose the view thereof. Thus, in the sight of our souls, heaven is discovered, covered, and recovered; till - though late, at last - though slowly, surely - we arrive at the haven of our happiness.' Bishop Andrew |