Rev Maxwell Craig Remembered

THANKSGIVING SERVICE FOR MAXWELL CRAIG

Church of the Holy Rude, Stirling – Wednesday 7 October, 2009

Maxwell Craig was a big man in every sense – big in stature, big in personality, big in the impact he had on other people’s lives, big in vision and intellect, big in compassion and generosity of spirit.  No words of mine can adequately sum him up or do justice to his accomplishments.  We have already heard movingly what he meant to his family. Each one of us here this morning has our own personal memories – vivid and precious – to cherish and recollect.

Maxwell was born on Christmas Day in 1931 in Halifax, West Yorkshire, the youngest of four children of a Scottish doctor who had moved south at a time when it was hard to get jobs in Scotland. He went to school at Bradford Grammar School and then Harrow; then on to Oriel College, Oxford to read classics.  National Service for a couple of years mostly in Stirling and Berlin - with the Argylls, latterly commissioned as a 2^nd Lieutenant.  Two years in Sheffield with United Steel, four years in the fast stream of the civil service with the Ministry of Labour in London.  And then the call to ministry – three years in Edinburgh at New College, a term in Germany at Tubingen, a subsequent year for an MTh in the United States at Princeton.  His assistantship with Jack Orr at St John’s Oxgangs in Edinburgh; seven years at Grahamston, Falkirk including the creation of a united church, one of Scotland’s first ecumenical parishes; sixteen years at Wellington in the west end of Glasgow; two years at Bridge of Don, another ecumenical project; seven years as the first General Secretary of the new ecumenical body Action of Churches Together in Scotland, to which Alison has already referred.  And then, following his retirement in 1998, a succession of significant locum ministries – St Andrew’s, Jerusalem; Breich Valley in West Lothian; St Andrew’s, Rome; then four years at the priority area charge of St Mark’s, Raploch, here in Stirling.

These are some of the bare facts but of course there is so much more to tell, above all of course his family who meant so much to him – Janet whom he met at Oxford and married in 1957. They came from  remarkably similar backgrounds (Janet’s father was a Scottish doctor who had settled in Manchester); they shared so many interests, complemented each other so well and, although certainly both strong and independent personalities, like many of you, I’m sure, I’ve come, as it were, to think of them in a single breath!  And the family - in and from whom Maxwell took and derived such pride and joy - Margaret, Sarah, Lucy and Rob, their spouses, the grandchildren.  It’s been said that to discern our real concerns and priorities we should look at what our children have done with their lives. The Craig family stand out in this respect – medicine, law, wind energy, health service, a commitment to serving those on the margins, an inherited love of the hills, the continuing regular family gatherings at Christmas and on other special occasions, the recollection of the ups and downs of family holidays in the north-west, a host of stories – memorable and often highly amusing.

There was something of a paradox about Maxwell.  He could perhaps be seen as a traditionally orthodox, unfailingly gracious, and respectable, even ‘establishment’ figure – public school and Oxford, Argylls officer, 121 committee convener, Queen’s Chaplain.  But alongside that there was the radical dimension – the strong commitment to social justice and to peace-making.  And that stemmed from his Christian faith and from his compelling desire to share in the building of God’s kingdom.  For Maxwell faith touched every aspect of life: one cannot separate religion from the world of politics.  For him the life of faith was about encounter and engagement – about valuing human relationships, pursuing social concerns and trusting in God’s transforming grace.  Janet suggested to me that his views were shaped by his early experience among poor families in Halifax where he earned pocket money by going round to collect fees due to his father before the National Health Service was in place. Out of these beginnings developed Maxwell the campaigner and activist on so many fronts over the years.  In both Falkirk and Glasgow his involvement in children’s panel and Samaritans. The contribution he made in Glasgow to Stella Reekie’s work, the development of the International Flat and the sharing of faiths project, whose legacy continues to this day.  His very effective and high-profile term as convener of the Church and Nation committee, to whose work he gave a real cutting-edge in the heady days of anti-Thatcherism -  the miners’ strike and a visit to a Fife colliery to share in the early-morning shift; the march from Gartcosh to London when Ravenscraig first came under threat; his contribution to the Claim of Right that laid the foundation for the Scottish Constitutional Convention and the creation of the Scottish Parliament. Frequent visits to Faslane.  His long-standing commitment to housing issues fulfilled most recently in his much appreciated term as chair of Scottish Churches Housing Action.  Then his work as a director of the Scottish Refugee Council, membership of the visiting committee for Polmont Young Offenders  Insitution.  The catalogue goes on and on; and his latest campaign, as so often on the edge of controversy, and characteristically self-effacing, arguing in the public arena that, when health and social services resources are limited, funds should be diverted from the care of the elderly to other more pressing priorities with longer-term benefits.

Many of us will remember Maxwell the leader speaking out on public platforms and through the media on the issues of the day, always from the standpoint of faith.  He was a powerful, passionate and persuasive speaker – and his prayers were memorable: they truly came from the heart; sometimes he almost seemed to be pleading with God.  In his years at Wellington in particular – but in a sense this is the story of his life - his ministry is valued for the way in which he opened up fresh perspectives and new horizons in the congregation’s life – through the guest preachers who came, the inter-faith and ecumenical themes he introduced and developed, the early Easter morning service at the top of Dumgoyne, and other projects.  Sometimes people’s feathers were a little ruffled – for instance, there was the ‘vote Labour’ poster in the manse window!   But he was also a sensitive and capable pastor; he was a good listener and had a great capacity for getting alongside people, relating to them, caring for them, giving them his time and full attention; he had the knack of encouraging and empowering people and making wise choices as to leaders of congregational activities; and with his breadth of vision, intellectual ability and charm he was able to hold together in unity people with a diversity of opinions.  

Maxwell’s membership of the Iona Community was important to him and underpinned so many of his concerns.  He was impressed when George MacLeod came to speak at Oxford and, with Janet, was a member of the Iona Society there and attended St Columba’s church where a Community member, Raymond Bailey was minister. The Iona connection continued when Maxwell and Janet moved to live in London and worshipped at the Presbyterian church where another Community member Ian Renton was minister.  He joined the Community in 1964 and served it in many ways over the years.  He valued especially the monthly meetings of the local Family Group to which Janet and he belonged – the worship, the exploring of issues, the deep sharing of concerns. 

I suspect that Maxwell was not always easy to live with, but he was almost impossible not to love. There was that expansive smile, and an immense grace about him – a deep joy and contentment. He was a lively person it was always good to be with  - there was much laughter, and inevitably so much to talk about.  He was warm, charming, and invariably courteous.  There could at times be a degree of stubbornness, a dogged persistence in pursuit of the principles and objectives to which he was committed, but he consistently evoked respect and affection. His opponents were never regarded nor thought of themselves as enemies. Once he’d made his mind up there was a strength of purpose and single-minded determination, which sometimes made working with him a little hard.   But he was always positive: indeed there was, as we’ve heard, almost an element of the utopian romantic about him – what was described to me as his ‘incurable optimism’ - but usually Janet and the rest of the family kept him ‘earthed’.

Maxwell’s was truly a rounded life.   Most of us know of his passion for walking and climbing, his sense of achievement in completing all the ‘Munros’.  He was interested in sport – frequently attending Brockville when they lived in Falkirk, usually after half-time when you got in free; and for many years he was a regular at Murrayfield and still took a keen interest in Scotland’s fortunes on the rugby field.  And music was always an important part of his life; music – RSNO concerts, opera and a surprising ability to remember and sing the songs of the shows from the 50s and 60s.  In his retirement all these interests continued and developed – holidays with friends  and family in Tuscany, Crete and elsewhere; the enjoyment he got in playing golf just across the road from his house; the monthly expeditions with a group of men friends, the ‘yo-yos’ going up and down hills a little less demanding than the ones he’d climbed when he was Munro-bagging; regular bridge to which he brought a measured and accomplished deliberation; and of course singing with the Stirling City Choir of which he was currently chairman. 

Somehow the circumstances, so sudden and unexpected, of his death sum up Maxwell’s life – alongside friends at a sing-along Messiah, at the end of a week spent on Iona as member in residence at the Community’s MacLeod Centre, where his helpful, cheerful presence had been so much appreciated that the warden’s parting words were – ‘You must come again next year for two weeks, and make sure you bring Janet with you...’

But it is not to be.  At a time like this we are reminded once more of the fragility of life and of our own mortality.  But above all we celebrate a faithful, faith-filled and well-lived life that has touched and enriched our lives. We rejoice that Maxwell has passed through the mystery of death into the eternal joy of God’s nearer presence.  And we give thanks to God. 
Amen