A
day of prayerful reflection on the beautiful Holy Island of Lindisfarne the
other day threw up a number of very significant and interesting observations
and thoughts.
Indeed,
my reflecting actually began in the car, many miles before crossing the
causeway.
A
couple of miles north of Berwick, on the Scotland
– England
border – the flags of both nations fluttered in the strong breeze. It seemed as
if the line of the border was being guarded and maintained by the blue and white
of Scotland on the one side
and the red and white of England
on the other. Yet crossing the border did not feel at all momentous or
significant, nor did the landscape south of the border appear any different.
But
then, perhaps that line is not really the border at all! There are those who
think that the River Tweed (which forms the border for so many miles) should
continue so to do right up to the sea thus ‘returning’ Berwick upon Tweed to Scotland .
I
stopped briefly in Berwick and was struck by the mix of accents I heard some that
were clearly Scottish, others which sounded Northumbrian and a few sounding like
a mixture of both.
But
back at the border, I had also noticed that a third flag was fluttering in the
wind… the Northumbrian flag in yellow and red. I was reminded that at one time
in history the Anglian kingdom of Northumbria stretched as far north as the shores of
the Forth, thus embracing the present Scottish capital of Edinburgh .
So
where exactly is the real border? Does it matter? What difference do borders
make, and is it a good or a bad difference?
I
am not attempting to make any strong political point here. This is not about
the constitutional future of the nations of this island regarding which I have
(on the one hand) some fairly strong views and (on the other hand) occasional
uncertainty!
But
that is not my point. It is more a question of why we humans are so keen to
make boundaries, borders and barriers in the first place.
Why are we so keen to emphasise borders
that are always human constructs, often arbitrary and sometimes dubious?
And
what about the church?
Like
all of humanity we keep drawing lines and regarding some folks as ‘in’ and
others as ‘out’. We seem unable to help ourselves. We are Protestant or
Catholic, Presbyterian or Episcopal, Evangelical or Liberal, traditionalist or
revisionist, and so on (and too bad for those of us who might regard ourselves
as none or all of the above!)
I
suspect that like geo-political borders, these ecclesiastical constructs are
also to do with the likes of definition, control, fear, defence and tribal
identity.
And
perhaps that is all very natural, even inevitable.
I
am just not sure that it has much to do with Jesus…
I grew up close to Berwick, technically on the Scottish side of the border. I'm Scottish, my parents English. I went to school in Scotland, did my shopping in England, had friends on both sides. It never mattered. It was only as a young adult moving to Edinburgh that I found that for some, it did.
ReplyDeleteThe same is true of my experience of church. I went to a local episcopal church as a child. I only ever knew it as 'church'. I gave up on it in my teens, and returned in my 30's, again, in the city. I looked only for was a church where I could hear the gospel and belong. I found one. Only as others seemed to need to categorise my 'flavour' of Christianity did difference become an issue.
Sad, then, how these issues begin to define who we are - as Christians, as humans. And I agree - it's difficult to see how in this tendency we reflect the image of God.