becoming a blessed imp
When I was younger, I spent much time in the delightful cathedral city of Lincoln, close to where I was raised. That city's great symbol is the Lincoln Imp, found today in its majestic cathedral's Angel Choir and the emblem of my, all too often wayward, childhood football team. About the Imp there are many stories. At the legend's heart however is the transformation of evil into good and the coming together of dynamic playfulness and ordered truth and beauty. Playfulness can become destructive mischief and ordered truth and beauty can become confining. Yet, when entwined in grace they are hallowed and hallowing. Maybe that is part of what John Bunyan meant in my favourite hymn. For life is not about being a hobgoblin or too pious. To be a pilgrim is to become a blessed imp, simul justus et peccator. Just as the Lincoln Imp is transformed at the top of Steep Hill, so may our wayward 'daimonic' energies be transfigured on the holy mountains of our life journeys.
Graham Jack Warren
24/2/2014 11:47:54 pm
Tucked away mischievously among the ornate Gothic carved faces high above the northern choir stalls of St John's Cathedral in Brisbane is the impish face of a native ringtail possum. It serves the function of mocking the ancients and possibly peeing on their seriousness.
28/2/2014 04:05:21 pm
That - even more than the removal of pews :-) - has endeared me to the cathedral wonderfully! I will look out for it next time I am there. I wonder what the equivalent might be in St Luke's Toowoomba?
13/5/2023 08:32:35 am
Thanks for this bllog post
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Jo Inkpin is an Anglican priest serving as Minister of Pitt St Uniting Church in Sydney, a trans woman, theologian & justice activist. These are some of my reflections on life, spirit, and the search for peace, justice & sustainable creation.