#75.1 Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.
 

     Since the third century, when I first left Ephesus to heal from the persecutions, I’ve seen the pattern of religion moving from personal individual mystical experience to a community following an earthly rule as a religion. This thing that my sister and I had been given by a mystical teacher was the deep and personal love for God and all Creation.

      People don’t hear God speaking because someone else is telling them what God is saying, even when it is the saints who are telling us. God among us is a love story, a poem or a piece of art, a song, a dance, a shared silence, but rarely a pedantic lesson. Art is untitled and faith is without definition.

     It was the political opposite of autocracy. But then we lived in a world dominated by the politics of hate so our private prayers were answered with our political conscience, God’s love for all people. Just the simple first rule of love for God and love for neighbor and ourselves, set us in the political controversy that led to the crucifixion of many Jews, including our own teacher as well. 

     At first, what was a personal wandering in spirit put us in political opposition with Rome at that time, setting up their crosses for executing political dissidents. We were left trusting only in the invisible, spiritual life of love for one another even in a hating world. Beyond the political milieu was the simple grounding — the love and the beauty – the handwork of God who is love. With the temple plundered and Roman propaganda and lies making good seem bad and love seem sin, we, who followed the Jesus way kept love the priority. So, we moved to safer cities beyond Jerusalem.

         In times of autocratic plundering on earth, prophecies of end times came with more and more specific details. But, like death, any human glimpses of end times are, at best, individual hopes. No universal nature of these things can be known by people. Endings are always unknown or they wouldn’t be endings. Even when God, all loving and invisible, speaks to the prophet, the message is always all loving and invisible and very personal. The wings, or fires, or monsters, or precisely numbered events birthed in human imagination are at best, metaphors to transfigure a personal spiritual experience into shareable, speak-able terms. Amid cruel political times doomsday is the hope, not a threat, seen as the promise of new Creation.

         Peter’s water walking lesson is a poignant explanation of this faith problem.

(Continues tomorrow)


#74.12 Thursday, November 27, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.
 

         Bede’s book unwinds with the story I came here to understand. When Bishop Aiden, the founder of Lindisfarne died, his successor was Finan [651 C.E.]   also “consecrated and sent by the Irish.” Finan constructed the church at Lindisfarne in the Irish method of oak and thatching. The Roman way would have been with stone. So later, Bishop Eadberht [688 C.E.] had the whole church, roof and walls, everything, covered with sheets of lead. (Now the new main building there is of stone.) You would think everything done in the Irish way was done away with, but no. Bede writes, “There arose a great and active controversy about the keeping of Easter. Those who came from Kent or Gaul declared that the Irish observance of Easter Sunday was contrary to the custom of the universal church.”

         Bede calls Ronan a “violent defender of the true Easter, who, though Irish by race, had learned the true rules of the church in Gaul or in Italy. In disputing with Finan, Ronan “put many right, but could not put Finan right; on the contrary, as a man of fierce temper, Ronan made him more bitter… and turned him into an open adversary.” [Footnote 1]

         This history lists bishops and monks, kings and nobility of East Anglia, and Northumbria, all struggling with the problem of two dates for Easter.

         A synod was called to decide this issue once and for all. This was at a monastery at Whitby where Hild was abbess. Bede called her a “woman of God.” What else is known of her is that she was of noble birth, and was guided in her faith by Irish Aiden, who ordained her as abbess. The list of church dignitaries attending the synod included the Irish. They were represented not only by Hild and her following, but by Bishop Colman of Lindisfarne and his clergy. But as I know from seeing this same issue in an earlier time, it isn’t resolved by allowing each his own way. In Roman style, it can only be one way in the end. So it seems the random strays from another Island are always just pitted against the pope.

         “First King Oswiu began by declaring that it was fitting that those who served one God should observe one rule of life and not differ in the celebration of the heavenly sacrament seeing that they all hoped for one kingdom in heaven: they ought therefore to inquire as to which was the truer tradition and then follow it together.” [Footnote 2]

         There wasn’t really room for compromise.

Footnote 1: Bede, The Ecclesiastical History of the English People Oxford World’s Classics 1969.  Pages 154-157.

Timeline https://www.angelcynnreenactmentsociety.org.uk/home/lindisfarne-pages/bishops-of-lindisfarne—list (the lack of info, even A-I assisted Google, affirms the footnote on p. 397, “little is known of this Ronan.”) Retrieved 5-25-25

Footnote 2: oop. cit. Bede p. 154.

(Continues Tuesday, December 2)

#74.11 Weds., November 26, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         I came to Jarrow looking for the hate words I thought Bede had planted in the written history of Lindisfarne.

         Those who gathered for the reading of Alcuin’s letter to Bishop Higbald were talking among themselves in search of the sins of Lindisfarne. Alcuin’s letter offered some sin options: greed and drunkenness. And there was that matter of the sinner buried among the saints.

         Then Bede’s history re-issued the misguided, narrow view of the ways of the Irish founders of Lindisfarne. Blame words for the disobedience to the pope’s edict requiring a certain date for Easter and what Bede called ecclesiastical matters, were referring to Roman rule. Whatever the sin, the tragedy of Lindisfarne set a devastated community searching itself for its own need for repentance.

         Sin needs to be acknowledged when a Viking invasion is understood as a doomsday kind of judgment against the community. Blaming the victim seems harsh, but finding something repent-worthy also empowers the victim to turn around and make it better. Never mind the crimes of the marauders, by changing from sin to repentance there comes the possibility for the community to control the holy judgment.

         The conversation of the visitors over the unsalted porridge blessed Lindisfarne with an abundance of sin. There were plenty of opportunities for repentance.

         This writer of the history, Bede, was a monk here at St. Paul’s of Jarrow, having lived his life in the deep and abiding love of the brothers. As a place that values learning, he was not only immersed in the book collection that started this library, he also used his opportunity to listen to others, particularly those who traveled to Rome, to draw his expressed conclusions on the power of the papacy.

         Wilbert knew Bede as a mentor and a friend. So now the stories of Bede’s life and work allowed me empathy for Bede, when I had clearly come with a dispute. Now my argument is soothed with wider words to be a lingering difference of opinion; Bede described it as “a great and active controversy.”

         Over the centuries I’ve seen this. Those who follow the Irish tradition call it a difference of Rule. But those from the Roman tradition put righteous truth on one side, against the so-called wrong-headed Irish. It is still political, though I say I came looking for the holy.

(Continues tomorrow)

#74.10 Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         A technique to practice love in the work of learning to love God and neighbor and self, and even love for “enemy” is a technique of working through words of fear and hate, then widening the disparaging words to be positive words.  This exercise doesn’t pretend love, rather it discovers honest love through more complete understanding.

         1. The first step is easy: name the narrow angry hate words — those adjectives of blame and hurt that define the enemy and make the unlovable “other” appear as evil. Afterall, enemies are made of words — hostile; hurtful; greedy; lying; snooty; deceitful… hate words are everywhere. They are narrow and definitive.

         2.  A word cloud expands and broadens the narrow word. “Greedy” can  be said as “selfish” “inconsiderate of others” or maybe even “needy.” This expanding collection of synonyms widens in all directions, even into empathetic understanding like “needy.”

         3. Grab onto this thread of understanding, and when the reach for love emerges the pattern of escalating hatred loses power.

         When “needy” is a wider word for “greedy,” “the need” offers an opening to understand and care for an enemy. Perceiving the “greedy” as “empty” “longing” “needy” “grasping at anything to fill his void” “starved” “hollow.” Compassion for the suffering nature of greed emerges from the wider words until it becomes possible that honest love can overwhelm the hate. So, this one labeled, “enemy” mostly needs to share my pot of porridge with me.  Maybe he doesn’t even know that; but I know it.

         “Dear beloved enemy, come and eat with me.”

         And so I offer him the nourishment over and over again, until he sits at my table.

         This tool, widening the hate words into understanding realizes the Jesus command to “love neighbors as self.” It even works for the loving of self. In this way it is honestly acceptable to know that God loves me. It takes practice. Loving and being loved is a truth and not a hollow aspiration demanded in fear of judgment. Love is asked of all of us by God who is love. This tool for broadening hate words to caring, widens the possibility. It is actual love, not just an “ought to.” Love of self and others makes real the relationship with God who is love.

         The love sermon is still a hard one because the simplicity ignores and over powers the fearsome control of hatred.  No wonder the Romans crucified Jesus. They just couldn’t bear the love.

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#74.9 Thursday, November 20, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         Both styles of monks, the Irish and the Roman, are beloved by God. And maybe God answers the argument when a monk from the Roman Rule happens to lose his hair without even shaving it, but only in the front, giving this Roman Christian the Irish tonsure. And the Irish monk goes bald in the top, back of his head, so any hair he may have seems to be a crown. Our Creator judges with humor.

         This little joke told by nature in the ways men loose hair is an earthly metaphor for a heavenly truth. It is possible for a thoughtful, prayerful person to learn empathy for another they might deem as enemy, or more lightly, unlikable. This intentional thought pattern can offer an honest window on fearless love.

         Here, I am visiting a monastery staying in cell for travelers, in a less than hallowed hall of this community. Just outside this door I hear two novices dredging up old secular hates.

         “Arrogance! That’s what it takes to copy off my tablet then lay it before Brother Cowen and claim it was your own thought, Brother!”

         “Who’s to say it wasn’t my thought also? Obviously, my work was superior, with each letter perfect and nothing overwritten or scraped off as was yours. I handed our teacher a far better display of writing.”

         “May your demon friends curse your whole deceitful tribe!”

         As a stranger here, I don’t know what to make of these people. There may be a deep animosity already between them. Apparently, one novice had reason to call the other “arrogant and deceitful.” And the other eluded to the first fellow’s imperfections — poor lettering and strikeovers. Only God can intrude with the missing love here. And maybe one day these two novices will be brothers together and will find that love.

         But there are ways to find human understanding that releases the hurt, prayerfully, relentlessly begging for the power of love. One way I find for understanding is an intentional technique for widening narrow words of hate. The hate words between the novices, “arrogant” and “deceitful,” are narrow and negative apparently drawn from a history of tribal hatred.  But by searching for synonyms for these rigid hate words, little glimpses of understanding can emerge. “Arrogance” is a neediness and “deceitful” longs for forgiveness. There can be a wedge of understanding instead of rehearsed, on-going hatred. Actually, even this word “hate” widens into the word “fear” and “perfect love casts out fear.” [I John 4:18]

(Continues Tuesday, November 25)

#74.8 Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.
 

         I’ve come to Jarrow following my own curiosity about what I, as a mere lay person, judge as wrong-headed. Obedience to the papal edict is demanded when it is actually the voice of God that calls us in the dark of night.

         I came here to argue against Bede’s historical writings that barely excuses the Irish founders of Lindisfarne for holding on to the traditions of Celtic Christianity. What I found here, visiting this library is Bede’s student, Brother Wilbert, still grieving for his beloved teacher. He is telling me of Bede’s life, while I came, only to measure Bede by his judgmental verbiage in his history of the neighboring community.

         My hackles, were I a bird or a wolf with actual hackles, are riled up whenever I read this style of religious authoritarianism, calling one with different traditions an “open adversary of the truth.” [Footnote] Judging  each little external difference of religious practice as divisive among Christians. Yet, here I am, judging the judge. I came here looking for an argument, but I found a human person in Bede simply doing his best to straddle the line between the voice of God calling him in the darkness and the obedience to the religious head, a pope. He would never even meet the pope. For Bede, the pope was mythical — more than mortal human —acclaimed to be infallible. I came to find Bede, an imagined adversary, and now I find a better understanding of Bede, the person.  The mysterious Jesus way of love washes over diminishing narrow divisions, not with better rules and stricter obedience, but with a simple, broader understanding.

         The monk with the Irish tonsure, with shaven forehead back to a line center from ear to ear, looks at the tonsure of the Roman Christian monk, and judges that the little circle of hair he wears as a crown, as a prideful flaunting of royalty. Then the monk with the crown looks at the Irish tonsure, and judges that man flawed, disobedient and unwilling to wear Christ’s crown of thorns. So where is God in all this so-called “truth”?

         I only see with human eyes, but God sees from the vantage point of Creator, all-loving.

         Dear God, grant me a wider view of your own beloved “others.”  Amen.

[Footnote] Bede, Ecclesiastical History of the English Oxford University Press.  pp 153

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#74.7 Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         Perhaps Samuel, in particular, caught Bede’s interest as he, like Samuel, was dedicated to the priests at a young age.

         Samuel, whose mother, Hannah, gave him to the temple priest to fulfill her promise to dedicate her child to serve God. As young Bede served Ceolfrith, young Samuel also served an elderly priest, Eli.

         My own house with children was a simple house with few rooms, and a sleeping child is near enough that he can call out in the night for his mother, and my wife or, at times, I would go to him and take him in my arms to comfort him, wipe away his tears and promise the sun will rise again on a new day.

         But in this story, young Samuel awakens alone in the darkness, and he is the one called from sleep with no parent answering, comforting, he stumbles through the darkness alone to answer the summons of the blind old priest and finds Eli still snoring. The child touches him to ask what he needs.  He awakens, probably annoyed at first, then aware of the child asking him what he needs. Why did Eli call him?

         “I didn’t call you. Go back to bed.”

         I expect little Samuel goes back to that strange dark room again that echoes the emptiness, maybe thinking of his own mother, who we know from the story was also thinking of him. Every year she made him a new little robe to wear in these cold dark times. That was what she could do when she couldn’t rock him in her arms and sing promises of morning to him throughout each dark night.

         He was probably less able to fall asleep again, when he very clearly heard that priestly voice once more calling his name. Again, he went to the old man’s bedside. And again, he awakened Eli and asked what he needed. This time, the old man realized that the child was answering someone.  The old priest told little Samuel to listen to the voice of God calling him in the night.

         Surely, Bede’s commentary on I Samuel was impacted by his own relationship as the once small child, serving the Abbot Ceolfrith, answering the call, himself. Bede was at work on his commentary on Samuel when he was so deeply pierced by the accusation of heresy, and Ceolfrith was no longer available to answer his fears.

(Continues tomorrow)

#74.6 Thursday, November 13, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         I stand before the book stand that holds Bede’s ecclesiastical history, considering eschatology or thoughts of end times as a circle. History tries to be linear with a beginning and an end, a head and a tail, as a line, with only an untapped option to circle for eternity, biting its own tail. 

         Notions of end times are, by the mortal nature of living beings, always just guesses. Whether creative guessing or hypothetical calculation with the guesswork in the premise, the imaginary begs for validation in reality. Prophets of end times can never say, “see I was right after-all” because if end times are an end, there is no after-all. There is no need for fact, only for followers of the prognosticators. [Footnote 1]

         This becomes significant for Bede and his writings because he had to answer to a critic, Plegwin, accusing him of the heresy of putting Christ in the end times, and not in the linear now, in the argued calculation for “the sixth age” (which is the now). To Bede, historian who looks to papal decree for the facts of calculating epochs of history, his critic’s accusation of the heresy of getting Christ in the wrong epoch must have been devastating. That’s what happened. He answered the accusation of heresy with a letter. [Footnote 2]

         Heresy, or unfounded here-say, would be a horrific charge for anyone who names every opinion as either righteous or flawed depending on its source. If a pope said it, it is infallible. If it was spoken by a monk with an Irish haircut, it can’t be trusted. How then, does Bede hear God speaking? And how is he a trusted authority on God’s truth?

         The old man who once sat with Bede at his death comes back now to further guide my understanding of his mentor. I thought Wilbert’s intentions were to instruct me on the proper reading of the Venerable Bede, but actually, he wants someone to be an interested visitor who will listen to his own reminiscences of his saint. Maybe he doesn’t even mean to pester me by defending the writings.

         Wilbert says, “Bede’s teacher was Abbot Ceolfrith. This first abbot at the founding of Jarrow was Bede’s guardian and teacher from childhood, on through this crisis over an accusation of heresy. In Bede’s commentary on I Samuel he references the departure of Ceolfrith, considering his own first childhood teachers.”

[Footnote 1:]  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Ages_of_the_World

Retrieved: 5-8-25

[Footnote2:] https://blogs.bl.uk/digitisedmanuscripts/2018/05/the-real-venerable-bede.html  “The accuser claimed that in Bede’s Chronica Minora, he denied that Christ had lived in the sixth age of the word, as was commonly believed. Instead, Bede argued that Christ had lived in the seventh age. In the letter to Plegwin, Bede wrote: ‘If I had denied that Christ had come, how could I be a priest in Christ’s Church?’ (translated by F. Wallis, Bede: The Reckoning of Time, p. 405).”

Retrieved 2-20-25

(Continues Tuesday, November 18)

#74.5 Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         My thoughts stray from Bede’s commentary on the history of Church among the Anglia. He wrote in a room with narrow walls. I was expecting to find in this history of the Lindisfarne the actual beating heart and spiritual energy of the creation of that community. It was stolen from them in the deaths of its monks and burials in the earth with saints sharing their earth space with sinners and this driving love force was overlooked in the history of the politics of rule and obedience.

         Dear God, is it all vanity to look for you in the closed circles of eternal repetition? Recently I’ve been gathering stones together with the survivors of Lindisfarne.  And they were chiseling a gravestone with a raw circle for sun and a raw arc for moon where time is measured against notions of a doomsday. It’s an eternity of wandering paths in a labyrinth, circles within circles and the other way around again, longing for clarity but not for conclusion.

         I’ve also been to the casting away. I’ve been to death and back again. In the sorrow lies the promise of joy. In the cruelty of greed, lies the promise of empathy, lifting up the lowly. Time is measured in the repetitious pattern of circles — the tail grabbing. Help me, guide me, release me from the futility of circle into to the vast unknowable eternity of Creative Love. With each circle expanding we find an eternal newness in pattern, restoring, resurrecting from earth stuff to life stuff to unstuffed spirit. Guide me, let me walk the labyrinth free of stagnation that confines imagination. Amen.

         Is it a longing or an observation: eschatological time, or the “end times” or “doomsday” or “the seventh and the eighth ages of the world or Word or “Ragnarök” which can never be now. It always must be then, and never visited by the living. If God speaks of it, human discernment of those utterances are as deeply personal and subjective as any mystical encounter. It isn’t actual prophecy. Time in human understanding is linear. Eternity is circular. This is a very ancient wisdom. In time, one thing happens after, or before another. But in a circular pattern of eternity the now is also the then, and maybe it is a present fullness, not so much an after and done kind of event — a circle — the endless tail grab. Always, by its very nature, the eschaton is unknown and unknowable. It is a page un-written.

(Continues tomorrow)

#74.4 Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Historical Setting: Jarrow, 793 C.E.

         Now, as I contemplate my own motives for searching Bede’s writings, I find myself clinging to the losing side in a petty debate over haircuts and calendar calculations. I’m still arguing matters of political opinion while I claim my reasons for studying Bede are purely for learning the history.

         The thing the Vikings didn’t steal from Lindisfarne was the Gospel. In another time, the same as this time, a monk inked each letter of St. Jerome’s translation of the familiar words “in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was …” and the contemplation of Word put that monk’s mesmerized spiritual state at work on the page marked with the grid of dots awaiting illumination. Dots and dots were laid out for guiding the wandering inks into a maze of creatures, patterns of human labyrinth, an uncountable continuous pattern of circles of birds with folded wings and grid-dot eyes, with their beaks grasping tails in an eternal grounding of more circles than could become a cross if a cross could be of circles.

         When I read Bede’s ecclesiastical history it is the frustrating sameness of politics– flightless birds grabbing their own tails in eternal repetitions. The serpent politics is always taking superficial issues like hairstyle and calendar days to chop up the universal holy love of God. There was this slicing and dicing into a threesome, the human concept of one God who is eternally beyond human comprehension, and setting anyone outside the law who doesn’t conform to the edict that attempted to define God. The relentless repetition of tail biting makes ancient circles of eternity. It is the Ouroboros. [Footnote]

         It wasn’t the Viking raid, as earth time was nearing the 9th century, that made Lindisfarne the vanguard of Doomsday. This notion of Ragnarök (a legendary end of times from Norse tradition) was woven into the art of the gospel inked at Lindisfarne well before the raid.

         Our human approach to the ouroboros is as we read Ecclesiastes. With each event of human existence offered as a time — “a time to reap and a time to sow, a time we may embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing,” [Ecclesiastes 3:1-8] with all these cycles perceived as “vanity,” is a human pointlessness, futility, observed by the poet. But there is a human point of view, and from this viewpoint a time of sorrow also promises a time of joy. Therefore, in the bliss of joy, there is always that sorrow when the circle turns again.

Footnote: https://www.petmd.com/reptile/conditions/behavioral/ouroboros-snake-bites-its-own-tail

retrieved 3-10-25

An article by Nick Keppler explains the legend of the tail-eating serpent, the Ouroboros in many cultures from ancient times. One is Norse mythology, the serpent is Jörmungandr, an enormous sea beast and one of the monstrous children of the god Loki; a being so large it encircles the whole world, holding its tail in its mouth. One day, prophecy says, it will release its tail from its mouth and rise from the ocean depths to harken Ragnarök—the end, and rebirth, of earth.

This is posted on PetMD.com along with articles like “How to tell if your lizard is sick” and “How much do turtles cost” including ads for reptile creams to sooth an itchy tail.

(Continues tomorrow)