Is there a religious right emerging in Britain?

religious-right-flagBefore the US election last autumn several high profile Christian leaders offered their support for the Republican party and I wrote about it. Billy Graham said everything he possibly could short of endorsing Mitt Romney and Wayne Grudem produced a crib sheet comparing party A to party B – there were no prizes for guessing which was which and who a good Christian would vote for.

Taken against the previous 40 years of American politics such interventions are not unusual or unexpected: a cohesive bloc of voters encompassing both evangelicals and Catholics has disproportionately sided with the Republican Party. The political theology behind this is questioned, and rejected by a large minority of evangelicals in the US but the trend still exists, in contrast such a move is currently unthinkable in a British context.

Religious right front coverOr is it? That’s the question at the heart of a new Theos report out today. Because something in Britain has been labelled as the religious right by journalists, commentators and even an Anglican bishop. The activities of Christian groups have been investigated and ‘exposed’ to show the apparent dangerous power of right wing religious lobby groups. Most memorably this took the form of a dispatches documentary in 2008 but perhaps most graphically illustrated through an organogram which accompanying Ben Quinn’s article in 2011.

Andy Walton’s research draws a helpful distinction between Christians with socially conservative values and a religious right. The report develops a criteria for measuring this but at simplified level equates to a clear cohesion of different groups centred around specific policy aims and political affiliation and having the size and influence to leverage political action. This is evident in the US, although perhaps not as stark now as in the mid 1990s with Newt Gingrich’s Contract With America which saw considerable mid term gains in 1994. A movement of this nature is not in existence in the UK, although some of the social conservative policy goals are similar to across the Atlantic.

A more pertinent question than whether a religious right exists is whether one is emerging, or could come to exist. Taking appropriate caution the report does not completely rule out the development of such a trend but considers it unlikely. Three areas of difference back up this argument: size, policy focus and political affiliation. Firstly, the UK religious population is far smaller than the US, the number of evangelical and Catholic voters make up a far smaller percentage of the population and therefore there is less political power to leverage.

Secondly, evangelical organisations that engage in lobbying do so on a far broader range of topics than those characterised as ‘right-wing’, these include adoption, alcohol and aid. Issues around sexual ethics and abortion do feature, but not to the exclusion of other policy goals, and have not become the touchstone for evangelical engagement. Research from the Evangelical Alliance showed the diversity of issues Christians contacted their MPs about (page 12 of this research booklet).

Finally, and perhaps related to the previous point, evangelical Christians in the UK support political parties along broadly the same lines as the wider population. While they are more socially conservative than average they are also more likely to support traditionally left-wing economic policies (see page 11 of this booklet). There is also minimal evidence of key Christian leaders encouraging their congregations or supporters to vote for or against certain parties or candidates. One point that is relevant here which is not noted in the report is the role of charitable status: a church could not retain its charitable status and support one party or candidate over another. While this should not be the principle reason for remaining a(party) political, it could be a factor which discourages campaigning organisations from taking this position.

The report shows good reasons why the UK has not seen the development of a religious right along the lines of the US and offers strong evidence for why the development of such is unlikely. But the question that recurred earlier this week at a discussion around the report was whether the definition had been drawn too narrowly and even the US religious right would fail to meet the criteria. The defence offered was that when the comparison is used it is used to suggest a certain thing, and certainly not a good thing, is happening within UK politics, and the report strives to point out this is not the case. But something is happening, several commentators suggested that the way Christian groups engage has changed and become more sophisticated and the current focus on government plans to introduce same-sex marriage perhaps invite the US comparison.

If something is emerging that represents a new turn in Christian political engagement in the UK then it is definitely different to what occurred in the US over the past 40 years. The challenge for commentators, researchers and Christian organisations is to identify what it is and discuss it without recourse to simplistic comparisons. It is also incumbent upon Christian organisations involved in political activity to understand the direction they might be travelling in and the potential consequences both of such a shift and the perceptions of this move.

As the report makes clear, organised political activity, or lobbying to give it its sometimes more grubby title which I’ve defended before, is a legitimate part of our democratic system. It shouldn’t be pejoratively labelled just because you might disagree with the goals. At the same time, perhaps there is a space for Christians to imagine a better way of engaging in politics: one that is more akin to playing on the pitch than shouting from the sidelines.

Tinker(bell), tailor, soldier, spy: the great #bakedgoodsmystery is solved

I had expected 2013 to start slowly, without any surprises. If you’ve followed the great #bakedgoodswhodunnit over the past few days you will know that thought turned out to be a pipe dream. I became embroiled in, no, the victim of, the greatest conspiracy this year that I’m aware of.

I therefore took some time in the kitchen yesterday between enjoying the last vestiges of Christmas joy at Hyde Park’s winter wonderland and a guys’ film night. I baked some brownies with a slight variation on the traditional recipe tried and tested over several years and they turned out a bit more squidgy than usual. But seen as I didn’t know who I was out to impress that mattered far less.

Several people suggested that this might be an elaborate ploy by a lady trying to get my attention. And some brownies. Not an eventuality I had given any thought.

After hours of analysis and investigation I had narrowed the field of possible suspects to a quartet of mischief making fiends. Early suspicions cast on my colleagues turned out to lack credibility – so apologies to those libelled on twitter. They go by the monikers: Tinker(bell), Tailor, Soldier, and Spy.

Soldier was initially under significant suspicion, I knew he was off work on Friday and only lives around the corner from work.

Tailor has form in these sort of activities. As does Tinker(bell), all the others are male, but Tinker(bell) was described this evening as the only woman funny enough to pull this off.

Spy was also not working on Friday, and I knew had just changed phone contracts so thought there might be a new number floating around. However, all the others could easily access an unknown number to use so that didn’t count for too much.

I made my way into church this afternoon. I thought I saw a suspicious looking chap with a red scarf and sunglasses as I exited London Bridge station, so I weaved through some back streets and ducked into a coffee shop to lay low for a few minutes. I managed to get over Millenium Bridge unobserved.

It was 16.02 when I slipped into church as the service during the first song. I spent most of the worship time scouting out the suspects, I’d got a read on Tailor, Soldier and Spy but it wasn’t until the middle of the service that Tinker(bell) turned up and sat right next to me.

The service ended and I waited. I made small talk and glanced around the room. I was expected to be pounced on with password – which I can now disclose was ‘munches’ which was supposed to be ‘munchies’. Nothing happened. I got a cup of coffee.

Munchies noteAnd then several people asked if I’d checked my pockets to see if I’d been passed a message, at first I did so with very casual effort, but then I started examine my coat more rigorously until a friend – kindly helping me out – plucked a folded side of a gift envelope from the inside pocket.

But still I did not know for certain who was responsible for this confluence of conspiratorial acts. Tailor had been ruled out because he had been on and overseas mission and only returned yesterday. Tinker(bell) was also looking unlikely because she’d been at her sister’s wedding yesterday.

Soldier was still a possibility and was keeping his distance. I refused to handover the brownies to the three co-conspirators who had encouraged me to check my pockets until they named their puppet master. The brownies would be appreciated at work tomorrow. Spy’s resolve broke first, he swung round the corner and with the word ‘munch[i]es’ the brownies came out of my bag and were swiftly consumed by the gathered crowd.

I suppose it would be too much to end it there and not tell you about the identities of Tinker(bell), Tailor, Soldier and Spy. For those of you who this might mean anything…

Tinker(bell) is Catherine Warren, Tailor is Jason Taylor, Soldier is Ed Boyd. All of these were innocent and subject to my unfair suspicion. (although Tinker(bell) was somewhat proud to be thought the only woman funny enough to do this).

And the spy was Nathan McCall. Who had never intended to pass any message to me at 13.12 by a post box near work. He was, at the time, enjoying his lunch without a thought to my agents and I loitering halfway up Kennington Park Road.

For now this is the end of the tale. For now.

Baked goods and the mystery texter: a whodunnit **updated**

Today has been a surreal day. I thought it would be a fairly ordinary Friday, perhaps slightly gentle as everyone is easing into the new year. But it was anything but. For my colleagues, or agents as they will henceforth be referred to, and I we ended up on quite an adventure.

At 11.18 I received the first communication from mystery texter:

Text 1

I was curious, as I’m sure you would have been. I hesitated for a moment, sizing up the likelihood that those in my company were in fact the originators of this curious edict, but then told them, and co-opted them into my fun as fellow agents.

We needed some clarification as there are several post boxes in the close vicinity of the office:

Text 2

At a little after 13:00 my agents and I left the office and proceeded to the proposed rendezvous. They were wearing high coats and carried magazines to read so as not to arouse undue attention. We loitered as inconspicuously as possible beside the post box for a while, alerted our interlocutor of our presence and glanced suspiciously at everyone who walked by. But nothing. We checked the other post boxes in the vicinity, and then returned wondering if it had been a ruse to get me away from my desk. There was nothing awaiting my return.

I took my fellow agent’s advice and shared the exchange on twitter and facebook, wondering if any light would be shed, or if the perpetrator would own up. Various amused comments, and some concerning suggestions that this might by a identity theft type thing. But then towards the end of the afternoon this further missive entered my inbox – the password has been obscured for obvious reasons!

Text 3

Further updates will be provided as evidence emerges. Anyone willing to come forward with clues as to the identity of the mystery texter, or what their purpose is? I will treat all information in the strictest confidence, although I am afraid I cannot guarantee your safety.

**Newsflash: instant update**
Incoming communiqué from mystery texter:

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**Newsflash #2**

Future self has been in touch. Apparently the disruption to this afternoon’s transaction was due to the failure of my agents to sufficiently disguise themselves. I believe this chronicling of the activities is being monitored from the future.

Test 5

 

**pre church update**
20130106-145507.jpgI slaved away over the stove for hours yesterday to prepare my baked goods. It feels a bit like meeting a ransom demand, except nothing had been taken hostage. Well, maybe my future self. I’ll be off to church shortly, watching over my shoulder, doubling back, with a couple of changes of identity in my bag should the need arise.

 

** The mystery is solved, read how it all unfolded.

Today I write for Prodigal: Never Been Kissed

Today I share the story of my single life over at Prodigal:

There are awkward conversations. And then there are conversations you would do anything to avoid. There will be a whole tranche for each of us that fit into this latter category. For me they start something like this:

“Danny, what’s your worst ever dating experience?”, or maybe, “When did you have your first kiss?”

I can’t answer them.

This week I had one that ended up along similar lines, but I didn’t see it coming. For some absurd reason I started a blog last summer and choose relationships as my specialist subject. I had opinions and I wanted to share them. Whether anyone was listening was comparatively unimportant, and if they were I planned on ignoring them. That illusion was shattered the moment I walked into church and saw the people who had shared my post or commented on the blog.

… read more over at Prodigal Magazine

If you’ve ended up here after reading my post take a look around, you’re welcome to linger a while or stay for as long as you want. I’m always interested to hear what you think, whether you passionately disagree or find words that echo your story.

Drowning in the Shallow [review]

Lying out in the sun this morning I downloaded Andy Flannagan’s new album, released today and debuting on the iTunes singer/songwriter charts at #6.

I listened a couple of times through and decided it was worthy of a few comments. Not really a review, more like an extended urge from me to you to buy it, listen to it, hear the words and take the meaning.

Andy is an Irishman, and his Ulster lilt is in full display in some of the songs, never more so that in the second track ‘The Reason’. Combined with strings playing melodiously in the background, this thumps home the message with resounding strength.

For a long while ‘Fragile’ was the only song by Andy I owned, and this very special song finds a particular home among the tracks on this album. As with many of the songs, the story behind the words make them more powerful when you know them and curious and curiouser when you don’t.

A couple of other tracks to call particular mention to, ‘Ego’ could lull you into a false sense of security with its merry notes, before shattering your pretences with the powerful words “I took so long to realise, that love equals sacrifice”.

‘Addiction’ catches you with the clever rhythm that draws you in, and Andy does things with his voice that really only belong in a boy’s choir. It tells a story that’s both personal and social. It’s a tale that he speaks of as his own but with such resonance for me, and I’m sure many more. The wish to turn our viewing habits into a story of our life, with pause, fast forward and rewind available at will.

The album fits together as a piece of music but each song stands on its own. At times while listening I wished for just a little bit more musical expansion, some of the songs seemed to build towards a crescendo, and then almost flinch away at the last minute. That’s the case with ‘I will not be leaving’ and with the final song on the album ‘Fall’. But that’s as far as my criticism would go.

For some reason iTunes refused to download ‘Fall’ on the first attempt, which meant that when I managed to get it I listened with even greater intent. Having heard Andy play in a variety of different settings I’m sure I’ve heard this one before. I’d struggle to put the album into any particular genre, it’s folksy in parts but it’s not folk music. Likewise while the songs are full of worship, they are not really worship songs. ‘Fall’ is perhaps the exception to that. In the notes on the sleeve Andy writes this next to the lyrics to this track: “I used to rush around a lot trying to change the world. I still do. But without the rushing. And now I realise I’m part of the world that needs changing.”

Indeed. Those are words I need to hear.

All in all it’s a beautiful album, and even more so it’s a reflection of Andy’s heart. I’d suggest you go and spend 799 pennies right now and buy it.

The Jesus Chronicles – The people’s king | Monday

Running from Palm Sunday to Easter Monday the Jesus Chronicles are a series of reflections on the Easter story and the life and death and life of Jesus and those who were around him. I jump in and out of the narrative from 2000 years ago, and at times take a few liberties – it’s not my aim to be 100% historically and theologically accurate. Instead my hope is that in retelling the story we can see how we are still a part of it. If you missed yesterday’s opening post I suggest you start there.

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The crowds who watched Jesus enter Jerusalem were puzzled. He came on a donkey, he avoided the crowds. When they started to fawn all over him he stood up and talked in such a bizarre manner that most of them turned and left. Yet the authorities were worried, the chief priests were looking for a charge to lay against him, they even went after the man he raised from the dead.

Surely he was just doing all of this to increase the intrigue? Build up an underground following that would burst out at the crucial moment and declare him as their king. Some of them had seen him speak, most of them had heard the stories, the loaves multiplied, the blind given sight. This was the hope that they needed.

They were ready to answer his call. The religious authorities thought they could control everything, they were particularly keen on making sure no one threatened their cherished position as the underlings of the Roman Empire. There was this sense of anticipation around Jerusalem that things were about to change.

This Jesus had been wondering around for the past few years, he’d covered a lot of ground, after all building an insurgency in Judea called for a sophisticated retail politics operation. He’d made the calls, formed his exploratory committee, dubbed ‘the disciples’. He’d shook a lot of hands, kissed a lot of babies, grabbed some attention with carefully timed and brilliantly executed PR stunts. He’d commissioned field directors for his core constituencies and sent them out on practice runs to act as his operatives. They were even doing some surrogate media spots, casting out the odd demon, healing the sick, making sure they were doing it in his name. All in all he had a pretty good grass roots operation under way.

Now he just needed to make his big splash. The big entrance. Declare his candidacy to the world.

This Jesus had made some pretty big claims as he’d travelled around. It seemed as though he reckoned he had some kind of special access to God. Who could forget the tales of when he was baptised in the River Jordan?

After years of oppression it was time for something new. After the tired rules of the Sadducees and the Pharisees maybe the time had come. The Essenes had fled to the hills and the Zealots were sharpening their swords. Here was a king for the post-priesthood era of politics.

He could unite the factions, he could transcend their partisan differences. He was from the line of David but raised in the home of a carpenter. Here was the king to lead the revolution, no wonder the crowds had lined the streets and laid down their palm leaves.

They didn’t quite get everything he said, some of it just went straight over their heads. But they saw something, they felt it when he spoke, the hairs on their forearms started to rise.

This one was special. And he was here, they thought, they hoped, ready to lead their revolution.

He is a revolutionary king.

Women in Leadership: avoiding the issue

It crops up every now and then. In fact, it never really goes away, just sometimes the intensity is more than usual. I’m talking about the subject of women in leadership. In some contexts the answer is clear cut, one way or the other, and in others it is all a bit vague, confused, and often hushed up.

Ever since I started blogging I’ve wanted to tackle this subject. From when I kicked off with my thoughts on relationships, to the most recent fandango featuring Mark Driscoll, so many conversations end up at this point.

And I go to a church where this is frequently spoken of in quiet tones, but the conversation trails off. I go to a church where I think I disagree with them on this, but to be honest, my thinking is not finished, and my unspoken criticisms are more often about the practical outworking than the theological reasoning.

That’s one reason why I’ve not brought it up, why so often it’s been the next post I’m going to write. Why I sit in the pub and chat and promise to put my thoughts together at some point soon. But don’t get around to it. But it’s not the main reason.

It is not because I don’t have my own views, and nor really that I am reluctant to air my disagreements – although I do take that seriously.

Godwin’s law is that if any online discussion thread goes on for long enough it will eventually descend into comparisons with Hitler and the Nazis. Here’s my law for discussions of women in leadership, it takes even less time for comparisons to slavery to pop up.

I don’t really fit into either of the two sets of debate that tend to dominate the airwaves about gender roles. One is the academically theological, the other is emotional and relational. I don’t think either is wrong, and nor do I think either side has a monopoly on one or the other. I have heard many emotive arguments for male only leadership and seen scholarly defences from advocates of women in ministry.

The reason I’ve not posted is that I want to avoid criticism. So much of what I write is heavily caveated as personal and based on my own thoughts and feelings. I rarely write about what is right and wrong, because too often I do not know the answer. And because if I do I’ll divide and alienate by picking sides.

So I stay silent, out of the debate. Standing on the sidelines watching everything else kick off. That way I don’t risk offending anyone. I want to make some headway on this subject, so I’m going to write a few posts flirting with the topic, and get a few people to weigh in from different perspectives. I’m going to hold off anything too conclusive for a while, but I’ll get there eventually.

I’m looking for guest posts so if you want to contribute drop an idea in the comments, or give me a tweet

Some introductory reading to get you going:

Krish Kandiah here and here

Andrew Wilson here, here and here

The Sophia Network, in particular this, but also everything else

And Scott McKnight’s ebook

NANOWRIMO (or am I really this insane?)

Tomorrow I start writing a novel. And thirty days later I will hopefully have finished. At least that’s the plan, because November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, or just plain NaNo. And the idea is to write 50 000 words in a month.

The point is quantity and not quality, so I have to get my inner editor into a straight jacket and stop worrying too much about whether things make sense or not. Or otherwise important aspects like whether characters have depth and are believable, or encourage you to empathise with them.

There is another challenge. I don’t really have a plot. I’ve got a few characters, and a few key events and plot twists. But can you really have a plot twist if you haven’t got a plot in the first place?

Perhaps the biggest problem though is that I’ve never written a substantial work of fiction before. I’ve written academic theses, I’ve even got 30 000 words of a non-fiction book stashed somewhere in my computer, but I’m reckoning the last piece of creative writing I did was when I was back at school. And they were called stories back then.

I found an old school exercise book at my parent’s house and I had a habit when I was seven of writing these wonderfully repetitive stories each Monday morning in which I would describe my weekend and go into an unnecessary amount of detail of the number of peas that I ate. Hopefully this attempt will be better than that.

The bones of the next months are this: I will aim to write 2 000 words a day, a bit more than needed but I’m sure I’ll need the slack. I’m not going to kill myself, so if it all goes wrong, then I’ll bail. But I want to have some fun, I’ll go along to a write in or two, I may even try and organise one for anyone else out there doing it.

One other thing, I’m going to blog it as I go. So for the next month that’s pretty much all you’re going to see here at Broken Cameras, no relationship advice, no open letters to the girls and the guys. No slightly strange pieces about the pace of our lives. 

Except the novel will include relationships, and maybe just a little poking of fun at the dysfunctional Christian dating scene, as well as just about every other part of the Christian world which I find amusing. So you can’t get away from it altogether. 

To make this abundantly clear, this is a work of fiction, none of the characters are based on anyone I know. Of course my imagination comes from somewhere, but where I’ve taken particular character traits from real life I’m going out of my way to give them to completely different people. There are one or two anecdotes that simply have to make it into the novel, but rest assured, if the anecdote belongs to you, the character is not you. It’s also not autobiographical; I toyed with writing myself into one of the lead roles, but not only would that make me a Nanowrimo Rebel, but it would mean I could do less with the character without people asking all sorts of questions about what was true and what was not. Because my life is not interesting enough on its own. 

I hope you enjoy, the novel doesn’t have a title yet, hopefully inspiration will strike.

Welcome.

I try to pretend that everything is okay.

And when it is not I try to find a way to fix it.

I laugh at the world that collapses around me.

I love even when it is the hardest thing I know.

I hope that one day a better world will come.

And I try to lift my head to see that it has not all gone wrong.

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try.

My camera, it was not even mine. I had borrowed it from my parents for my jaunt across central Europe. My annoyance at breaking it, and sudden realisation of how wrong things could go was dwarfed by the fear of telling my parents that I had broken their camera.