The pace of
this Blog now changes. I haven’t posted
for two weeks, and in two weeks time we go away for thirteen weeks Extended
Study Leave (nee Sabbatical) at the Tantur Institute on the edge of
Jerusalem.
Some of my
time at the moment is spent arranging things with those who will be living in
the house and those who will be looking after the parish, rather than posting
here .
I suspect
that I’ll then want to use the Blog as a way of saving pictures and ideas for
myself, but the Institute warns participants in its courses about missing the
sabbatical experience by spending a disproportionate amount of time updating
others on social media, so what I post will be unsystematic, and possibly
episodic.
With the
background reading we’ve been asked to do, I’ve already begun to reinhabit the
Hebrew culture of much of the Gospels.
Last Sunday,
I explored new ideas for me as I found part of the Gospel (Luke 12.37-38)
identified by Kenneth E Bailey as Hebrew
poetry, with the first and last lines in parallel, then the second and
penultimate ones, then the third and antepenultimate ones, pointing to the
‘conclusion’ at the centre.
Blessed are
the slaves
when the
Lord coming he finds them watching:
amen I tell
you he will gird himself
and he will make them recline
and he will make them recline
and coming
he will serve them;
whichever
watch coming he finds it so
blessed are
they.
We feel we
can almost touch the Galilean preacher who habitually identifies the blessed,
says ‘amen’, speaks of the God’s Kingdom as a wedding banquet, and turns the
idea of servanthood upside down, all features which colour lots of other parts
of the Gospel.
Today, I
explore old ideas with one of the two set Old Testament readings (the beginning
of Isaiah 5) where these fourteen lines
Let me sing
for my beloved
my
love-song concerning his vineyard:
My beloved had a vineyard
on a very fertile hill.
He dug it and cleared it of stones,
and planted it with choice vines;
he built a watch-tower in the midst of it,
and hewed out a wine vat in it;
My beloved had a vineyard
on a very fertile hill.
He dug it and cleared it of stones,
and planted it with choice vines;
he built a watch-tower in the midst of it,
and hewed out a wine vat in it;
he expected
it to yield grapes,
but it yielded wild grapes.
but it yielded wild grapes.
And now,
inhabitants of Jerusalem
and people of Judah,
judge between me
and my vineyard.
and people of Judah,
judge between me
and my vineyard.
are clearly in the minds of the first speaker and hearers
of these Gospel lines (placed by Matthew soon tells us Jesus’ cursed and unproductive fig
tree)
There was a
landowner
who planted a vineyard,
put a fence
around it,
dug a wine
press in it,
and built a
watch-tower.
Then he
leased it to tenants
and went to another country.
When the
harvest time had come,
he sent his
slaves to the tenants
to collect
his produce.
But the
tenants seized his slaves…
Now when the
owner of the vineyard comes,
what will he
do to those tenants?’.
Meanwhile,
bees and butterflies swarm round plants in our garden in a way at which this
picture only hints.