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Robin Parry is the husband of but one wife (Carol) and the father of the two most beautiful girls in the universe (Hannah and Jessica). He also has a lovely cat called Monty (who has only three legs). Living in the city of Worcester, UK, he works as an Editor for Wipf and Stock — a US-based theological publisher. Robin was a Sixth Form College teacher for 11 years and has worked in publishing since 2001 (2001–2010 for Paternoster and 2010– for W&S).

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

God IS the Eschaton - Von Balthasar

“God is ‘the last thing’ for the creature.
Gained, God is heaven;
lost, [God is] hell;
testing, [God is] judgment;
purifying, [God is] purgatory.
God himself is that in which the finite dies and through which it rises again in God and to God. God is such that God turns himself to the world, namely, in his Son Jesus Christ, who is the manifestation of God and therefore also the sum of the ‘last things.’”

Hans Urs Von Balthasar (1905-1988)

Friday, 21 May 2010

God's passionate love

“When the poet and the prophet speak of this passionate love that God is, how dare our theologians turn back from the promised land of love to the barren desert to stare at the bush which never burns.”
Ray S. Anderson, The Soul of God, p. 80.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Barth on God's freedom to speak

“God may speak to us through Russian Communism, a flute concerto, a blossoming shurb, or a dead dog”
(CD I/1: 55)

Or, in a different context, as Gerald Coates once said: "If God can speak through Balaam's ass he can speak through Margaret Thatcher."

Wisdom from Karl Barth

Speaking of what he referred to as the chthonic powers - powers which arise from human creativity but which, in turn, seek to enslave their creators, Barth says that it is the creative person that
is the one who discovers them and sees how useful they can be in his service. It is his spirit that triumphs in their exploitation. It is he who is at the helm, who pulls the levers, who presses the knobs. Nevertheless they automatically and autonomously rumble and work and roll and roar and clatter outside him, without him, past him and over him. He finds that he himself is subject to their laws, which he has foreseen, to their power, which he as released. . . . In simplifying and easing his life, they also complicate it and make it more difficult. They take away his little anxieties but create new and bigger ones. They seem to promise courage and a greater zest for life, but increased worry about life is the fulfillment of their promise. (CL, 228)

So many things spring to mind here. Take communication technology for a start. The liberating power of the telephone, mobile phones, emails, wireless internet. How many of us have found ourselves slaves to the very things that we created to help make our lives easier?

Monday, 10 May 2010

Friday, 7 May 2010

Karl Barth on Human Dignity

"[T]he honor which every man has as such is from God and therefore constant. Man can be godless. But God—and this is the decisive point—does not become 'man-less.' He is always the Creator and Lord of man. And because he is not 'man-less,' the godless of man can be only a human notion, however frightful in itself and serious in its consequences. There is no ontological godlessness. Even the most rabid atheist cannot achieve this either theoretically or practically" (CD III/4: 652).

Saturday, 1 May 2010

a poem sent to me from a Paternoster author (kind of sweet)

A cheeky robin chirped goodbye

The others all looked sad.

The blue-tits hopped from branch to branch

The goldcrest sang like mad

The black bird did his spring-like best

Even the crows went ‘Cor!’

For no one wanted him to go

They sang of times of yore

They tried to argue with him then:

Debate went thrust and parry;

Even when losing they kept on

And begged him ‘Think and tarry’

Spring and summer then the Fall

He thought long and hard

Made his mind up wrote his e mail

Sent it to the bard

With changing metre, cried the bard

Looking for comfort looking hard,

“Night will pass surely, then comes the dawn;

Follow the Master on to the Morn

Spring and summer then the fall

Then the Dawn Chorus waits us all.”