Surprised by Oxford
If you’ll recall I posted about this book when I found it, my excitement got the better of me, I’ll be honest. I finished it last night, which would have been sooner but finals got in my way, much to my chagrin. I thought it was a pretty good book, it did not meet my excitement expectations, but that might be more my fault than the author!
I enjoyed reading it, in large part because it takes place in Oxford. Not only in Oxford, but at my college at Oxford, Oriel. So, as she was describing scenes that take place at various places in the college and around town, I can bring up the image exactly. I’m posting some of my photos with this blog, so maybe you can have a similar excitement! When she talked about the dining hall, or St. Mary’s Church, punting parties, pubs, or walking the labrynthian streets… my heart melted. If you have never visited Oxford for a period of time, you don’t understand what the City of Dreaming Spires can do to the heart.
“The world, surely, has not another place like Oxford: it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne
A lot of the book I could relate to, obviously. The low income girl invited to Oxford; I know my mother and step father went further into debt to buy me the plane ticket. In the story the author has family issues, mostly father issues. Though our stories are a bit different there, I could still relate to some of the things that ran through her mind in the story about men and being saved. My issues with men aren’t entirely all about my father; it’s about a repeatedly abandoning father, an insane, drug addicted, abusive previous step father, and young men who made me an object for their taking. I’m inspired that she came to terms with her father issues with the help of Christianity, and Christians, but it might take a bit more work for me to get there, unfortunately. I found that underlying part of the story inspiring, anyway. I knew I would find some similarities reading this book about a girl who leaves for Oxford and runs across religion, but I related to a lot more than that. To be honest, I related, in some way, to everything in the book up until her conversion. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?
There were a couple scenes in the book that pulled at me, three that I can think of this morning: 1) the high table scene, 2) the bridge of sighs replica scene, and 3) the finding Bible passages in church scene.
1. The High Table. In this part of the book she was invited to sit at The High Table at Oriel for an evening, which is an honor and a bit scary! The conversation for the evening apparently turned to the idea of a higher power and science, which is always a fun debate. Personally, as a student who is entering graduate medical school this fall, what the guest doctor said pulled at my heart a bit.
“I’ve come to the conclusion that God is sovereign, even over science, and that I cannot pretend to fully know His ways. They really are mysterious, as the saying goes. And they are not of the mind of men, no matter how hard we try to wrap our minds about these ways. I can marvel at the intricacies of the human body, which really are pretty miraculous to behold. In fact, I don’t know how one can go to medical school and not be in greater awe of a Creator than ever before…”
The evening wore on and one of the workers at the college asked a prominent High Table guest as he was leaving what the greatest force in the universe was. This would be a kind of social faux pas in this type of event, but the guest was ever gracious and the answer was one of those statements you stop reading and process for a minute.
“There is nothing more powerful, more radical, more transformational than love. No other source or substance or force. And do not be deceived, for it is all of these things, and then some! Often folks like to dismiss it as a mere emotion, but it is far more than that. It can’t be circumscribed by our desires or dictated by the whim of our moods. Not the Great Love of the Universe, as I like to call it. Not the Love that set everything in motion, keeps it in motion, which moves through all things and yet bulldozes nothing, not even our will. Try it. Just try it and you’ll see. If you love that Great Love first, because it loved you first, and then love yourself as you have been loved, and then love others from that love… Wow! Bam! Life without that kind of faith – that’s death. Therein lies the great metaphor, Miss Drake. Life without faith is death. For life, as it was intended to be, is love. Start loving and you’ll really start living. There is no other force in the universe comparable to that.”
2. The Bridge of Sighs Replica Scene
This was just a sweet scene described in the book. She was processing Christianity being sort of the great bridge of life and somehow in there the people around her started singing Christmas carols, in June, right where this picture was taken (by me!). It was a nice scene, and a topic I’m still trying to process: What Christianity IS.
3. The Bible in Church Scene.
I laughed at this scene. This happens to be every single time I go to a church. I don’t even TRY to find the Bible passages they’re talking about, because I never will. I still have trouble looking something up with this number system the Bible has. I absolutely understand how she felt in this scene!
“Attending church always made me feel so incompetent. When the pastor announced the Scripture reading, everyone around me seemed to open the Bible to the correct page on the first try. Meanwhile, I would feign nonchalance while breaking a sweat, flipping though the Old and New Testaments as through creating a cartoon, all the time painfully aware of how much noise those tissue-paper pages make in the silence before the reading. Which book of the Bible followed which? What was the funky name of that prophet again? You mean, like Microsoft programs, more than one “version” exists of Samuel, Kings, Chronicles, Corinthians, Thessalonians, Timothy, Peter and John? Finally, in embarrassed frustration, I would have to resort to the table of contents. And by then, the reading would be over……
I looked at everyone around me, worshipping so capably, singing so beautifully, flipping their Bibles open so artfully – all that confidence and familiarity taken for granted…
I, who did not have an upbringing steeped in Sunday school or trained in the timing of genuflection. I, who did not know all the words to all the hymns, who did not know if Jacob came before Joseph, who could not keep the regions where Jesus traveled straight, who could not name all the disciples without pause. What’s a psalm, and what’s a proverb? Who wrote that? Who had which vision?
I, of the Great Deficiency…”
Yep… that’s me! I know that feeling oh so well at this point. I just try to sit back and watch at this point, but I feel like that every single time I go to a church. It warmed my heart to learn I’m not the only one. I certainly stick out at church, as someone new to the specific church, alone, usually dressed in black, someone who clearly has no idea what’s going on… ever. Oh yeah, I stick out…. But I keep going, don’t I? Four months and I STILL don’t know what’s happening in a timely manner. I know a lot of the time Christians can’t process that I don’t know about Christianity. They just can’t wrap their mind around that, they just don’t understand having never went to church. You wouldn’t believe the wide eyed stares I can get when I say that, and the response is 90% of the time “Really?” YES REALLY! No, I’m just saying that to you for fun. I’m just admitting my great deficiency while being here to get a rise out of you!…. The other 10% of the time they’ll get overly excited and start babbling Christianese to me. I understand their excited, but they still don’t process I don’t know what they’re talking about. Last week, though, a parishioner of the Episcopalian church had a great answer. I said, “No, I’m not new to the area, I’m new to Christianity. I’m not Christian….I’m working on it.” He responded in kind, “ah! I understand. When someone asks me if I’m Christian, I always respond that I’m working to become a Christian still!” It was a nice response, witty and honest. There was no shock or awe to his voice, and I appreciated that.
AAAAANYWAY! It was a fun read, and I enjoyed it up until her conversion. I enjoyed it after that, but I understood it less at that point. It was the great epiphany moment, I wish she would have described that even more than she did. I understand it might be difficult to describe, and it would have made the book probably twice the size! I would have enjoyed reading more about that phase of her story.
Do any churches do Evensong in the US? I had professors and friends invite me while in Oxford, and I never went. I regret that.