Keep it in the open

Quick thoughts on some memorable Easter images ... and some we might want to forget. Radio 4 kicked off with Easter worship from St Michael le Belfrey in York at 8.15am with Archbishop, Dr John Sentamu, baptising a group of new Christians on the forecourt in the shadow of York Minster. Made for great radio- and would have made for even better television. We needn't have worried - what the radio 4 service didn't show were the cameras and reporters who were there in abundance - pictures in most of the Monday dailies, and clips throughout the day on News 24, showed a motley collection of hacks and photographers who had elbowed their way to the front, completely surrounding the heated paddling pool, and blocking the view for families and friends who were there to support the candidates. They should have pushed them in. A colleague once said you need just two things to be a good press photographer - F7 and brass neck. Well, sometimes you can overdo the brass neck, lads.
Italy has better weather than England but that didn't explain the huge disparity between our own Dr Williams's foray into the open air and that of the new Pope. Whilst the latter made his way through the thousands of pilgrims in St Peter's Square, the former was seen on TV standing windswept and alone waiting to enter Canterbury Cathedral, with just the company of our old friend Martin Short, fresh out of Church House and apparently a little uncomfortable with his new royal blue costume which billowed around him as he almost hit the cross he was carrying on the lintel of the west door. Very Anglican and Trollopian. Cut to the sermon in which Rowan apparently talked about conspiracy theories - I say apparently, because the sentence in which he presumably mentioned the Da Vinci code was deemed too long for a soundbite and was rudely cut off in the middle of a compound adjective.
BBC TV's worship came from
Spring Harvest at Minehead which had the advantage of Steve Chalke (MBE) but the disadvantage of being indoors - and not looking a bit like a church. Why is it that there's always a high cringe factor when Christian worship takes place in a tent? It could be that some of the worshippers looked like they could do with a wash and a change of clothes. It could be that the lights, and performance element seem to sit uncomfortably with the idea of 'corporate' worship. Or maybe it was the fact that we were forced, well before the 9 o'clock watershed, to watch people engaged in intimate acts which involved their bodies and their passions. Worshipping their maker with body, mind and spirit, seeingly unaware that their every movement wass being scrutinised by the audience in their living rooms. Its the age old conundrum which Colin Morris, a former head of religious broadcasting, tried to dissect in
Wrestling with an Angel. For some it might be refreshing and convicting - let's hope. It doesn't work for me, but maybe I'm just an old cynic. Answers on a postcard please!
Passion in Manchester

Easter weekend TV is always peppered by religious programmes. (The BBC Press Office calls it an
Easter parade of programmes - hmmm). Forgot to watch the first
Private life of an Easter Masterpiece - on the Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci, but the second, on Salvador Dali and his
Christ of St John of the Cross was v. interesting (particularly as I'm hoping to drive from here to the tiny seaside town of Portligat where he painted the background this summer.) Interesting how Christians, well everyone really, is divided by this picture. I think its fab, and deserves the title of Masterpiece, but clearly some don't. Can a piece of art - or indeed music - be Christian, if the artist purportedly isn't - as some were keen to claim of Dali?
That's a question that leads to the
Manchester Passion. Before the TV critics lay into it, let me say I thought it was a moving programme, part passion play, part rock opera, part community event -with some of the those in the cross clearly Christians, but many others not, by their own admission - a Muslim who was t

here because Jesus was a great prophet, and a woman who had a Muslim background but 'no religion' were both interviewed. The performers were a mixed bunch too. 'Hardman' Keith Allen, 55 degrees north star, Darren Morfitt who played Jesus, and the Batman Begins star Tim Booth who played a brilliant Judas, I thought. All Christians? It didn't actually matter - well not for the impact of the event, at least. For me, having so many different people with different beliefs and backgrounds added to the sense of an event with global and not just individual importance.
I didn't used to like Manchester. As a child we went there once or twice from the Wirral, and were unimpressed by the drive in through grey depressing housing estates and Victorian slums and the centre wasn't much better. Two visits in twenty years seemed about right!
Then came the IRA bombing and Manchester started again. Two years ago we held our church communications annual conference in the heart of the city, based at the Cathedral, Deansgate and the Urbis centre - and experienced something of the transformation. We, thirty or so of us, were all impressed by the place - and the pride in the city expressed by people like Tony Wilson, one time TV presenter and Hacienda impressario for the Manchester music 'scene'.
He, Anthony Wilson, appeared again in the
Manchester Passion. Blink and you missed him - he was leaning against the hotdog stand outside the Cathedral with Peter. A little later, the stallholder was seen reading the Da Vinci Code. Why? We may never know. Surely everyone's read it by now?! (More on this when the film comes out!) More seriously this was a moving piece of TV, first broadcast at 9pm live on BBC 3 - which added to the sense of an event. Some of the Manchester music worked brilliantly, some didn't- Mary singing Oasis's
Cast no Shadow didn't work for me either theologically (surely they didn't 'take his soul') or musically - a sixteen piece string orchestra is always going to struggle to make a dirge sound interesting. It's not an anti-Oasis thing -I thought Allen's
Pilate singing
Wonderwall with Jesus was great, just about avoiding the cringe factor.
Respect to the BBC (their religious department is just down the road so that must have helped) for pulling off a logistical nightmare, and all credit to the security people for managing to keep any drunks and ne'er-do-wells off camera!

And here's a pic I took of Cadaquez, just round the corner from Portligat-see above. HappyEaster!