The word in Venetian and indicates an area where there was a foundry before all such dangerous work was moved away to a neighbouring island. It was in the New Ghetto area (and later, confusingly, also the neighbouring Old Ghetto area) that the Jewish communities were confined, hence the term arose generally for areas in which Jewish communities were confined in other cities. The three pictures, the first two showing the exteriors of synagogues within normal housing, are from the same small square in the New Ghetto; buildings became tall as the possibility of expanding sideways did not exist.
But, for me, too easily escapable. The work of his which I've encountered before brought home levels of oppression I hadn't imagined for myself. Here I was reminded of passing through a caged check point where the experience was of young conscripts of the occupying forces who locked the turnstiles at will out of what felt like indifference or spite. And, of course, I'm aware periodically of the privileged thoughts and habits from which I rarely escape.
I had previously been unaware of the dove on the top of the
eighteenth century chandelier in the Brontë Memorial Chapel (one of the few
surviving furnishings from the pre-1880 Haworth Parish Church) but the shadow visible
when sitting in a different position in the chancel for Matins this week made it
unmistakable.It turns out even to have
a small metal olive twig in its beak: the desolation around you is not everywhere
and so may not always be around you either.
thing I thought I knew about Francis Fukuyama was that he said the fall of Eastern
Bloc communism was ‘the end of history’ - and that he was wrong.A brief and narrow perception or hope that
liberal western democracy was the only remaining game in town now seems to be a
hubristic confusing of our own quite local passing context with eternal
truth.Any sense that subsequent events
and fresh developments would not open up new directions simply seems daft, especially
in the face of the reassertion (in our immediate context) and continuation (in the
context of swathes of other) of religious and national self assertions.
But I read
this week that he didn’t mean that at all.He wasn’t speaking about ‘end’ in the sense of ‘finish’ but in the sense
of ‘ultimate direction’.He wasn’t predicting
that nothing new would happen.He was sensing
and expressing a shift in where our hope was now focussed - not in imposed shared
ownership but in chosen shared responsibility. He was asserting that it was by this criterion
that we would be judging things like those religious and national self
there was a touch of President Obama’s ‘the arc of the moral universe is long,
but it bends toward justice’ in what he saw.Obama was quoting Martin Luther King, who was in turn quoting a popular contraction
of a passage in a nineteenth century abolitionist sermon.Theodore Parker was not saying everything
will work out for good in the long-term.He was expressing, despite the moral confusion and setbacks which he
could not understand, a deeper certainty and faith that justice was the criterion
by which this all would eventually be judged.The rightness of emancipation remains clear even as modern slavery is
So I’ve returned
to the concluding words of the scriptures set for Harvest Festival today: ‘seek
first the kingdom and righteousness of the Father and all the things you need
will be given as well’.(Tom Wright’s newly
published translation simply offers ‘God’s way of life’ for ‘righteousness’ in this particular text; he says ‘we want a word which can pack ‘justice’, ‘covenant
faithfulness’ and ‘right standing or relationship’ all into the same hold; ...
there isn’t such a word’.)
a casual word.There are touches of ‘search’
and ‘pursue’ about it. Chase determinedly
anything consistent with a final goal of justice, chosen shared responsibility
and being in the right place before God.It is towards there that our universal moral compass swings. That is our
end.Everything else follows – even when
so much of what we experience seems to contradict this.
flocks of birds apparently flying around St James’, Cross Road’s for the Harvest
Festival this morning were created by the young people there to reflect an earlier
part of the reading: ‘Have a good look at the birds in the sky – they don’t
plant seeds, they don’t bring in the harvest, they don’t store things in barns –
but your father in heaven feeds them’.
Peter Mullins used to think he had the potential to be a rather effective parish priest, and has had a spell when his job involved the in service training of other clergy, but after thirty years every new experience makes him realise just what he has missed and is missing.