Archive for August, 2011

Barth on the word of God

I’m attempting to do a volume a year of the dogmatics. So i’ll be 44 when I finish. Though it’s already August and i’m only a quarter way through the first.

Though I did find this where Barth talks about the nature of the word of God:

in the prophets and the apostles the church has a concrete counterpart by which it is reminded of god’s past revelation, set in expectation of future revelation, and thus summoned to proclamation and empowered for it

When I start studying in September it seems I have the pleasure of a lecture from NT Wright on the five act play as a hermeneutical model which I think addresses the same issue of the nature of the word of god.

The God we disbelieve in

This is one of the most useful things I’ve learnt in the past 4 or 5 years. I remember chatting with a really thoughtful doc that I worked with in NZ and it came to me that I didn’t believe in the God that he didn’t believe in either.

I’ve had that confirmed to me lots of times since but in reading through McGrath’s textbook on theology I found this in a section on the trinity

The God in whom the nineteenth and twentieth centuries came to disbelieve had been invented only in the seventeenth century

He is of course quoting Alasdair Macintyre.

Holidays # 3

While still in Kerry we went to the Skelligs. Largely on the inspiration of Patrick Mitchel. And when he said it was fine to have his small children on it then I thought it must be a walk in the park. So i blame him. Just to be clear.

The skelligs are here

From the mightly Wikipedia

Skellig Michael (from Sceilig Mhichíl in the Irish language, meaning Michael’s rock), also known as Great Skellig, is a steep rocky island in the Atlantic Ocean about 9 miles (14.5 kilometres) from the coast of County Kerry, Ireland. It is the larger of the two Skellig Islands.

After probably being founded in the 7th century, for 600 years the island was a centre of monastic life for Irish Christian monks. The Gaelic monastery, which is situated almost at the summit of the 230-metre-high rock became a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1996. It is one of Europe’s better known but least accessible monasteries.

Let me just say that the boat ride out was the only really terrifying moment. I don’t even think we got a bad day but I was thrown out of my seat onto the floor on one occasiona and there was a fair amount of vomiting and tears and screaming involved.

That said…

The place is stunning.

There’s a main site that you can get to fairly easily. Apparently there was a hermitage; a separate site on the NE of the island. If the remoteness wasn’t remote enough for you.

Puffins always struck me as very sad looking birds. Like they’re always on the verge of tears or something. Anyhow this one turned round and tried to poo on me right after this photo. Bloody birds…

The island on the right is little Skellig. The person on the left standing nervouslyvery near the solid bit of the path is my wife.

It is a remarkably pointy, tilted pieve of rock. It’s not my poor photographic skills. it’s just the way it is.

Lots of fun. As long as you don’t look down.

Holidays # 2

We had a week in Kerry, staying in this lovely wee house:

It has a little river running past it just to the right of the Volvo. One day at high tide I had a very chilly swim in it.

There were of course lovely beaches, even if they were a tad inaccessible.

The beach even had this odd ship shaped house with a bizarre little river of sinking sand that tried to swallow our party every time we tried to cross it.

We climbed the tallest peak in Ireland

and I forgot from the previous two times I climbed it how terrifyingly “ridgey” it is on the circle route to get down

And despite Lorraine’s boots making her feet hurt so bad that she considered divorcing me for my route planning, we got down just fine.

On a different note:

I did this. Not some thief. Me. Sigh… The Volvo is now more duct tape than machine…



Holidays # 1

My whole life is holiday, yadda, yadda, yadda…


I’ve got to do some fun stuff this summer so here it is.

We found this on Portstewart strand. Any ideas?

I did notice some extreme cruelty to animals as evidenced here:

And we got a lovely walk here too.


August 2011