Parochial Theology



As a follow up on my earlier post in which a argue the case for a Parochial Theology, I am posting a brief homily which I preached at a midweek Eucharist commemorating George Herbert, 1593-1633. I do so because I think that his writing were an early contribution to the body of Parochial Theology. 

  A Brief Homily Preached at A Week Day Eucharist, Feb. 2026

 + George Herbert was born in 1593. The Herberts were a wealthy lot, not nobles, but important commoners who participated in English government.  His father served in the parliament and held various governmental functions as did his elder brother.  He went off to Trinity College at Cambridge, the academic bastion of the English Reform, intent on becoming a priest. Recognized for his rhetorical skills, King James recruited him to service in parliament and in the governance of the kingdom. Which he did until James’s death in 1624, when he was ordained a priest and took on a rural parish, in southwest England. The parish was about 8 miles north of Salisbury Cathedral. It consisting of two churches St. Peter’s Fugglestone and St. Andrews, Bemerton, the later serving as his residence.   

The importance of this move is made clear if we recall that the reform of the English Church, at the time less than a hundred years old, was largely focused on political issues played out in public forum and on ideas debated in academic circles! Something that was broadly true of the 16rh century reforms across the board. At this point, we might register the thought that we could very well say the same about our own church in the 21st century.

One might suppose that George Herbert's action was an escape, but in truth it was a choice to take on the frontier, namely, the life of the parish church! After all, the Gospel is neither politics or ideas, but a Life. Herbert went out intent on living that life.

He wrote an essay called “The Country Parson” in which he described the role of a priest in a parish setting.  He added a second title, “Priest to the Temple” which makes it clear that his essay was the blueprint of what he intended to do. During the ministry that followed he wrote poetry that captured his daily prayer life as a priest. This body of poetry is quite stunning, theologically and poetically. As late as the 20ieth century T. S. Eliot pointed to his poetry as a foundation for modern English poetry.  Theologically, because he identified poetry as a basic media for English theology.  In the poetry of the “Temple” he indicates a commitment to the liturgical life, for example, he commends the observance of Lent:

Lent

                                                                Welcome dear feast of Lent                                                                                                                                         Who loves not thee                                                                                                                            He loves not Temperance and Authority                                                                                                                      But is composed of Passions

 and he ends the “Temple” with his oft quote poem on the Eucharist:

Love

                                              LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
                                                               Guilty of dust and sin.
                                              But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
                                                                From my first entrance in,
                                              Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
                                                               If I lack’d anything.

                                              ‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’
                                                                Love said, ‘You shall be he.’
                                              ‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
                                                               I cannot look on Thee.’
                                              Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
                                                                ‘Who made the eyes but I?’

                                              ‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame
                                                               Go where it doth deserve.’
                                            ‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’                                                                                                  ‘My dear, then I will serve.’
                                              ‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’
                                                               So I did sit and eat.

This concern for the liturgical life contrasts with the concern of the public and academic reform focused politics and ideas for which it had little value!  

Suffice it to say at this point, that when I began my priestly ministry over 58 years ago, my blueprint was “The Country Parson.” And that today, a day does not go by in which I do not ask ‘Holy Mister Herbert’ to pray for me. Indeed, today, “I ask “’Holy Mister Herbert’, pray for us.” 

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