I’ve found it helpful to take various opportunities this week to listen to and learn from my Aboriginal brothers and sisters. And in particular, to listen to their voices on what Reconciliation Week means going forward. We don’t mark these dates simply to remember the past; we mark them to acknowledge that this is our story and to ask what it looks like to live out of that story on into the future. How does it shape us and how will it change us?
These cannot just remain dates on the calendar. They need to lead to action.
I think the church calendar works in a similar way. For two thousand years, Christians around the world have marked various dates throughout the year to remember and re-tell key events from the life of Jesus, not just to celebrate or remember what happened on those dates, but to say that this is the story out of which we live and to ask how these particular events shape and transform us. As a Baptist, I have usually only celebrated the main ones of these such as December 25, the Friday before the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox (otherwise known as Good Friday) and Easter. But there are other parts of the story that continue to shape how I live.
This year I have had the privilege of preaching on both Ascension (last week) and Pentecost (this Sunday). I have been challenged by the life-altering, world-changing consequences of what happened on these days. I have proclaimed the truths I believe that the man Jesus Christ has been crowned as the reigning King over all creation and that the Holy Spirit has been poured out on women and men, Gentiles and Jews, young and old, in order to invite us into the very life of God and to empower us to live out His character and commands here and now.
These truths cannot just remain dates on my calendar. They are the radical reframing of reality in which I choose to live. They change my perspective on who God is, on who I am, and on how the world works. The story they tell must shape the way I live and engage with others.
After Pentecost, the church calendar now enters a new season, its longest season, often called Ordinary Time.
Ordinary Time is a reminder that the big moments and occasions we celebrate are lived out in the reality of our day to day lives. Whether it is our national story or our faith story, the challenge is to step into our everyday moments and encounters with transformed purpose and renewed commitment that comes from the fact that we live out of these stories, not just with gratefulness for the events they remember but with hope and anticipation for the renewed future they envisage.
I’m not sure if I will ever go back to Amsterdam. On the one hand, I only spent one evening there so I know I missed out on seeing so much, and there was some incredible beauty in what I did see. On the other hand, parts of what I saw and experienced there didn’t really inspire me to return, and the abiding memory I have, the most powerful emotion I experienced that night … was sadness.
What did I love about Amsterdam?
Amsterdam is a beautiful city with its canals and bicycles and all round friendliness to those who just want to ‘wander.’
At night the charming historic buildings were beautifully lit, including the royal palace …
… the train station …
… any number of churches …
.. restaurants …
… and all kinds of other buildings.
It was winter so there was a public ice rink in the middle of the main square, yet the flower markets were still full.
What did I learn from Amsterdam?
The historian in me was interested in Anne Frank’s story, and one of my biggest travel disappointments of all time was arriving at the museum 45 minutes before closing only to be refused entry, despite my begging and pleading that this was my one and only chance to visit and that I was happy to pay full price to do a very quick tour!
I did enjoy some time wandering the streets of Amsterdam soaking up the atmosphere, although I have to admit there were a few places where that “atmosphere” left me a little light headed. But my strongest memory of that night is the sadness I felt; sadness both at what I saw, but even more at how those I was with initially responded to what we saw. I was with two fellow Aussies I had met travelling, two ordinary young guys, who knew I was a Christian and a pastor but couldn’t really get their heads around what that meant. But when we found ourselves wandering through the red light district, their first response was to apologise to me, because they assumed I was offended by it.
But I’m not sure that I was the right person for them to be apologising to for what they were feeling, and “offended” was not actually the right description for how I felt walking down those streets, seeing the women inside and the men drooling outside. I just felt overwhelmingly sad. I didn’t know the stories of the women we saw (or the men passing by), but I couldn’t help wondering who they were, how they got there, and how they were feeling. And what I realised as I talked to my two new friends was that they had simply not thought about those things. It had not crossed their minds to think about the women in the windows as people with stories, people with families and hopes and dreams and fears. And I was glad I was able to challenge them to think that way, even if just for a few moments. I haven’t seen those guys since we left Europe, but I’d like to hope that when they remember their night in Amsterdam, they remember being challenged to look beyond what they first saw in those red lit windows, and thinking about those women as real people with real stories.
Earlier this year, this powerful ad for Stop the Traffik was made in Amsterdam’s red light district, and it makes that same point.
And yes, I realise that some of the women in Amsterdam might say that they freely choose to do what they do. It’s not my place to argue with them, but I hope I am allowed the freedom to wish that we lived in a world where different choices were more attractive to them. And I certainly have the freedom to speak up for the millions of young women and girls who are forced into sexual slavery all around the world every year.
We left Amsterdam the next morning as the sun rose, and it gave me a glimpse of hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, by being there and challenging someone to think about the deeper story of what they saw, there is the possibility of change in the future.
The movie of one of my all time favourite books comes out next week and organising to see it has led to a few conversations with fellow book lovers about our favourite fiction. I always say The Book Thief is one of my top five, but I’ve never been able to definitively name the others on that list. Probably because it changes so often. But for now, here is my best attempt at my favourite novels of the last few years. I’ve limited myself to one book per author and they are not necessarily ranked in permanent order as more recent (re)readings tend to move things up the list, and it is certainly weighted towards books published in the last decade or so.
1. The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (2006)
I don’t know anyone who has read this book and not loved it. (But now I’ve said that I’m sure someone will let me know if they have!) Narrated by Death and set in Nazi Germany, you know from the start that things will not all be okay. And yet it is sweet and funny and moving and uplifting. Beautifully written, it was Australian author Zusak’s first book and his follow ups haven’t quite managed to hit such heights. It is a book for book lovers; a book about the power of words written in powerful words. I’ve read it three times in as many years and I know it will be on my re-read list for years to come. I’m really looking forward to the movie … with slight apprehension as I wonder how on earth they can do it justice.
2. Life After Life, Kate Atkinson (2013)
I bought this after hearing the author interviewed, intrigued by both her passion and the premise. Another book with an innovative central conceit, here the protagonist dies at the end of each chapter. Each new/parallel life is based on the idea that one small change in circumstance can change a whole life. The first few chapters allow time to get into the rhythm, a few are frustrating, one is so sad you can’t wait for it to end, and others are joyful and riveting. The backdrop is the first half of the 20th century and historical and literary references are woven in throughout. Loved it.
3. Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (2012)
A much darker and more twisted tale, this is a great book to talk about with others who are reading it, especially as they hit certain points in the narrative. Told from the dual perspectives of husband and wife in alternating chapters, each starting at a different point, it’s the story of a woman gone missing. It’s a psychological thriller, at times graphic and disturbing, and I couldn’t put it down. The twists and turns are fairly over the top but that’s probably a good thing here. Completely gripping. The movie version with Ben Affleck as the lead is due for release late this year, again bringing me both great anticipation and some trepidation in wondering how they can possibly pull it off.
4. To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee (1960)
Despite being a fairly prolific reader, somehow I had missed reading this until recently (I know!!) I am now firmly convinced of its status as a classic that everyone should read. Enough said. I haven’t seen the movie but it is on my to do list.
5. The Source, James Michener (1965)
I love historical fiction and I love the land of Israel’s history so this was an obvious recommendation to me. A sweeping story of a fictional place set in a very real historical context which examines the many episodes in the history of this amazing land from centuries past right through to modern day. If you’ve been to Israel you will love it; if you haven’t, you will still probably enjoy it.
6. Year of Wonders, Geraldine Brooks (2001)
The first of Brooks’ books I read and still my favourite. Inspired by the true story of an English village which in 1666 decided to cut itself off from the world to keep the Black Death from spreading. Brooks imagines what life was like in that small village for that year. Questions about God, science, hygiene and meaning are raised as well as friendships and life in community. I couldn’t put it down, but highly recommend ignoring the epilogue which seems to belong to a different book altogether (what’s with that?)
7. Life of Pi, Yann Martel (2001)
Loved the book, loved the movie. Probably the closest I’ve ever come to preferring the movie – it’s visually stunning – but still glad I read the book first. The writing is so evocative, I was totally there as the improbable tale unfolded. For me, this book is proof that a good storyteller can make even the most implausible events believable! Deeper questions of truth and meaning are raised right at the end and make for interesting discussion, but I still think it should mostly be enjoyed as just an incredibly well told story.
8. The Help, Kathryn Stockett (2011)
The movie was good. The book is better. Set in the US South in the 60s, it’s the story of racial tension and segregation told from women’s perspectives and told well. Easy to read and gently confronting.
9. The Submission, Amy Waldman (2011)
A novel evoking the real controversy about the building of a ‘mosque’ near New York’s Ground Zero, here it’s a 9/11 memorial design selected anonymously by a committee which turns out to have been submitted by a Muslim. Set within the aftermath of the well-known events of recent history, all the different perspectives are examined in an interesting way. The ending is a little too neat but I really enjoyed the read overall.
10. One Day, David Nicholls (2009)
It seems from this list that I enjoy novels that don’t have a straightforward timeline and here is another one! The story of a couple who meet and become friends their final day of University, we peek into their lives once a year on that same day. It’s fun, romantic, a bit nostalgic for the 80s/90s and a fairly light easy read with some good perspectives on friendship and love.
11. We Need To Talk About Kevin, Lionel Shriver (2003)
Not for the faint hearted. (Or pregnant/new mothers). Written as letters to her absent husband, our unreliable narrator’s son has just committed a school shooting. She looks back over his life, questioning whether she should have become a mother and whether he was born evil. It is brilliantly written, with the impact of what has happened in the present hanging over the retelling of the past and yet full details withheld until the cracking ending. The movie was fairly faithful to the book but I don’t know if it made any sense as a stand alone story, there’s too much missing and what’s left is more an ode to the feelings the book evokes.
12. Bel Canto, Ann Patchett (2001)
In an unnamed country the guests and staff at an embassy party find themselves taken hostage by revolutionaries. The complicated relationships that arise are examined in the ensuing weeks of stalemate as the captors have no clue how to end it and the hostages perhaps don’t want it to. Quite an easy read, Patchett paints her characters so well that it’s a shame the situation has to come to an end. But the one page epilogue is banal and pointless – I seriously considered ripping it out of my copy. I think this would make a great movie, I wonder why no one has tried?
13. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbra Kingsolver (1998)
The story of a Baptist missionary in Africa, parts of this cut a little close to home. Set in the 60s when the word (and idea of) “contextualisation” was unknown, the mix of genuine compassion and incredible ignorance makes for a fascinating read. Told from the perspective of his four daughters, the second half shows the varied impact of their childhood on their adult lives, as well as the emerging history of the so-called dark continent. This is another one that stands up to multiple readings and would make a great movie some day.
14. Sarum, Edward Rutherfurd (1987)
Rutherfurd has written a whole series of books using the same premise: the story of a place throughout its history, with fictional characters and their families’ tales unfolding through the millennia. I also loved London (1997) and NewYork (2009), but this is his original epic and will always be my favourite. My sister and I both read it in high school and it lived in our memories enough to prompt a visit to the real ancient site when in the UK a few years ago. Near Stonehenge and Salisbury, Rutherfurd imagines in Sarum a small group of families who create the mysterious stone structure as well as the beautiful cathedral years later. The intertwining of history and ordinary lives.
15. The Time Traveller’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger (2003)
Good movie but great book. The chronology is completely disjointed but easily followed, tracked by the ages of the main characters: the man who travels through time and the girl he befriends and later marries. Time travel is used as the backdrop to questions about life and relationships rather than as a sci-if device. Funny, sad, moving, ordinary, a good read which I have dipped back into a number of times.
16. The Runaway Jury, John Grisham (1996)
Do not see this movie!!! In my opinion the best Grisham novel of all and the worst movie adaptation. There’s a good reason the movie didn’t do well, but I can’t understand why the book isn’t better known. I went through a Grisham phase a few years ago (yes, while I was studying law) and read all his books. This is the one I keep coming back to read again. A multi-million dollar trial against the tobacco industry and a juror who has stalked the case, sets this up as a fascinating look at the way juries work and can potentially be manipulated. The movie changed the setting and the entire motivation for the protagonists.
17. Lightning, Dean Koontz (1988)
Another author I had a ‘phase’ of reading, I own a number of Koontz’s books despite his Stephen King-esque style not usually being my thing. This one is not as heavy on the sci-if thriller side and has better developed characters and drama. A time-traveller who is not from where you might think and another ‘change one detail and see what else changes’ story, it’s easy to follow and a good light read. It is starting to date a little, but I read it again recently and enjoyed it. Would make an interesting movie.
18. The Dovekeepers, Alice Hoffman (2011)
Another book I read after visiting Israel. Hoffman imagines the circumstances behind the true story of Masada and the two women and five children who survived the mass suicide of the last Jewish holdouts against the mighty Roman army in the first century. Another easy read, it’s probably important to know the story of Masada before you read it, but for those who do, highly recommended.
19. Sophie’s World, Jostein Gaarder (1995)
A cross between a novel and a very readable crash course in philosophy. The story of fourteen year old Sophie who begins receiving letters from a philosopher who guides her through the history of Western philosophy and its questions, which then start to take shape in her own life. Unique and fascinating, it also manages to explain some seriously cerebral concepts in relatively practical ways.
20. The Slap, Christos Tsiolkas (2008)
I wasn’t sure whether to put this on my list or not. I’m not sure I enjoyed reading this, but I am glad I did. Made into an ABC miniseries a couple of years ago, the beauty of the book is that each chapter is told from a different person’s perspective and yet the chronology continues to move forward in sequence. The title incident is the rebuke given by an adult to someone else’s terribly misbehaving child at a backyard Aussie BBQ. The moral dilemmas as well as issues of race in modern Australia are looked at from different angles. However, some sections are close to pornographic and unnecessary.
And the ones that got away … War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy), Shantaram (Gregory David Roberts) and Wolf Hall (Hilary Mantel)
I hate not finishing books. I mean, I’ve read some seriously bad books to the bitter end just because I couldn’t leave them uncompleted. But these three I have not yet conquered, and the first two I’m not sure I ever will. My best attempt at War and Peace was about a quarter a few years ago. This time I only made about 10 pages before I thought about all the better things I have to do with my time and that I don’t want to plough through it just for the sake of it. Shantaram I passed half way before throwing in the towel and on second reading not that far. I know others love it, what am I missing? And Wolf Hall was a recommendation this year from no less than four fellow book lovers I know and respect. I devoured the first half in about three days, then got distracted and haven’t been able to get back into it. I love the historical setting, I don’t mind the stream-of-consciousness-type writing, but for some reason am just finding it hard to jump back into!
So there you have it. An eclectic list that probably says more about me than I intended it to 🙂 Feel free to chime in with suggestions, recommendations, opinions, disputes, below …