John Robinson on Minority Languages and the Gospel: Wild Theology Flashback

My preparation for moving to Wales includes trying to become fluent in a Celtic language. Welsh is the most living and regularly used Celtic language in the world, but it is still a minority language in its own country. My moving to Wales will be focused upon working in the Welsh language setting. In this flashback to Wild Theology, John Robinson talks about his work among minority language groups.

Wild Theology Poetry Shorts #1 – From the RS Thomas Literary Festival Wild Theology

The Following poems were read at the RS Thomas Literary Festival as part of a competition and open reading on September 18, 2022: The Learner’s Eisteddfod   Siarad Cymraeg? Ydw, I say. But, it’s barely true   One clumsy American. 100,000 Celtic warriors…faces painted blue. Or so I imagined. But it’s only Taid a Nain and snotty Johnny Bach crying in the rain.   Dewi lifts his cup. Baptize the night in Bitters. Rhiannon dons the holy national garb… Wellies and short–shorts. A squabble of pubescent poets whistle and squawk around Rhiannon as she floats on mud and plastic pavements.   Despite the chiming of her birds, no one living slept that night.   The rains came hard. Sanctified our canvas homes, and everything we owned was dipped in wind and water. This is my immersion, a festival of song and strange tongues, far from my home of sun and surf.   In the Pavilion, a domesticated rebellion, a dream of crowns and thrones. We clap the sword of peace. Does Bakhtin observe bemused from heaven as we inaugurate this formal carnival with robed and solemn clowns?   Back at the old Welsh capel, their prayers break upon me, not just for these few hours, nor for the days, but for the years…for eternity.* This is my home now…my Jerusalem.   Yet I will wake tomorrow, still that other, a stranger in this land of song and hwyl and soft sorrows framed in yr hen iaith hir.   Siarad Cymraeg? Ydw, I say. Leaning in.   * paraphrased from RS Thomas ‘The Other’, t. 457   Sonnet #5   In response to R.S. Thomas ‘The Lesson': “Return migrant, so your listeners arising on some May morning of the spirit may hear you whistling again softly…”    This God unseen, He hides beneath the robes
 of cloud and sky and cracking thunderous nights
 Behind the starry skies and sun’s stiff light
 and winds that blow toward edge of curve of globe   He ever moving hides and then disrobes
 a ghost who moves from in to out of sight
 He hides I seek. I hide He seeks each night
 and then upon hope’s door I pierce my lobe   I slave my ear to hear, my eye to see,
 my mouth to cry in supplicating groans
 I go to search, but stay to find my way
 in paradox: in slavery I am free
 to see, to hear, to cry these baleful moans
 which celebrate the loss, the find, each day
  1. Wild Theology Poetry Shorts #1 – From the RS Thomas Literary Festival
  2. Wild Theology Podcast: The One Who Names Himself Part 1
  3. Love Big or Go Home with John W. Morehead
  4. Wild Theology Podcast – The Tattered Robes of Life: a song, a pre-Easter meditation
  5. Wild Theology Podcast -The Beginnings of Love Big or Go Home

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