So now somewhere in North Yorkshire Police HQ is a review proclaiming that ‘Nick has many leather bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany’ which, while true, is neither here nor there.
We all know the cliches about how we are more connected to each other than ever but somehow more lonely and I’m not going to re-cover that ground. Instead I have been thinking about how this state of affairs has affected our relationship with God. I think I have a ‘text’ relationship with God. But only the bad side of texting.
Are we so different? We may not be match fixers but we all have our short cuts. Pornography can be a short cut for sex – it’s not as satisfying, or so I’m told! The lottery is a short cut to riches – if you’re lucky! Beer is a short cut to happiness and a good time. Facebook a short cut for friendship?! But do short cuts satisfy, or ultimately, do we just get lost?
The list leads to an ultimately more peaceful existence for me, it gives me satisfaction, and I know when I obey it things will be better. But sometimes my rebellious self thinks ‘Stuff you, stupid list, why are there so many jobs on you today, and what’s this? An extra job that has never appeared on you before? No no no no no. This cannot be right. Best just to ignore you altogether.’
It seemed that they would rather keep me in the comfortable category of religious than make a new one for this troublesome little God botherer. Or maybe I am again assuming that when they say I’m religious what they are actually saying is that expect me to put on some tin foil armour, mount a horse and start a second but more brutally effect crusade. Whatever the reason I assume that they think religious is bad, so I try to avoid being labeled it.
Now we have a foundation for our latching. Now we can examine everything they say and do to make sure that they are a better Christian than us. Now we can hold them up as an example to everyone who thinks Christians aren’t cool! Take that heathens! Now we can judge them more harshly than we judge ourselves, and expect them to live a life second only to Jesus in terms of purity.
A week or so ago I was involved in closing a road. It was in the pedestrian precinct and was …
I do not live up to the preconceptions of what my colleagues think a religious Christian should be. Am I a good advert for God? I think it’s the times I try to hardest to be a good advert that I end up failing the most spectacularly.
And what of our questions to God? Do we question Him fairly? Or do our questions miss the point and become nonsensical? Do we choose the right arguments, or do we stubbornly hang onto our own interpretations of God and scripture, flaying anyone who points out where we may be misguided?
I thought women had fought to be strong so that they were no longer subservient to men, but were equal. Somewhere, someone has managed to take and twist this so women now use their ‘power’ to draw all men unto themselves through their irresistible sexual allure. Somehow I don’t think that’s what was intended when women were fighting for equality. To me it looks more like the women are the men’s play things. And yet, girls and women everywhere seem to be conforming to this.