Child

Had a lot of time to think about general life concepts. I’ve been thinking about how we all grow up in our own frame of reference, which we assume to be true unless something external shatters or skews our perception. For example, if I grew up in a different culture, the person of Buddha may be a major governing force in my life, whereas to who I am, he has little to no bearing on how I make decisions.

I think there must be a spiritual, physical, emotional and logical fulcrum for all existence, no matter how hard modern psychology, science and society tries to separate these four things. I obviously think Jesus is the centre. But beyond his wholeness, I believe it’s arrogant to assume that one nation, tradition or belief system possess the entire truth.

Ultimately, I think simplicity in thought, or simplified approach, is the key. God didn’t want us to know the difference between good and evil (Genesis 2:17), because this knowledge gives the ability to judge. Jesus says in Luke 18:16,

“The kingdom of God, belongs to those who are like these children.”

August 15th (reversion)

The weather was nice today, so did Chi Kung outside for the first time in a while. Somehow, everything makes more sense this way. Then went to work. Had to make a conscious effort not to revert to my usual role as kitchen skivvy, and focus on making lovely coffee. I may have an inferiority complex.

Despite my vast experience of shopping failures, I never realise that a written list is the best route to efficient purchasing. Today I relied on the three B approach – bin liners, bread, and belt. This worked well initially, with a few extra items added for good measure; boxers to prevent unpleasant chafing, and biscuits to provide me with unnecessary sugar. However, onions does not start with B, and now we only have one left.

I’ve been reading King Saul’s storyline recently, as a prequel to David. I feel sorry for him, as he’s probably the most tragic character in the bible. God seemed to use his life as a reason why David needed to be king instead. It makes sense as a literary device, but he was a real person as well.

August 14th (bladder exploitation)

Was cleaning this morning, and took advantage of the latest technique in workplace efficiency. I arrived at the house desperate for the loo, but instead of submitting to this desire, I used it to fuel greater productivity as I dealt with the kitchen mess. The method was a roaring success. Also managed to listen to classical music for the first time in a while. Blown away by the amount of counter-melodies Bach can handle at once. 

Continued the gradual stockpile for David’s Tent next week. I’d already acquired some granola but was wondering, how can I make it filling, when any yoghurt will go off without refrigeration. Semi-skimmed lactose free milk became the answer to the question I didn’t know I was asking.

As the series of evening soaking sessions continues, I’ve found it easier to see Jesus when I approach him outside of any context. If I’m always trying to find an explanation for the world around me, I miss the glory cloud aspect to his character.

August 13th (meaty glory)

Led worship this morning at King’s Centre, running close to the wire with getting the amplification setup five seconds before starting. Then it was time for the one hour trek to Philly to say goodbye to Grace and Ben, an ceremony so serious I even wore a shirt. On the way to the BBQ afterwards, I was preoccupied by the question, what is the adjective that refers to a cloth bag’s ability to be thrown into a car boot without worrying about any damage? It isn’t malleable or durable, and definitely not volatile.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so in love with meat. Coupled with a strangely ceremonial cleansing of the feet in the garden pool, and undisputed domination at mini croquet, it was a gathering to remember. Realigned my chakras when I got home, listening to Joanne by Lady Gaga, after which I fell into a listless stupor. Then Mum arrived, and we had general life chats. I refuse to tolerate any obstacle to my morning routine. so had to go on a perilous, late night expedition to Sainsbury’s to fetch porridge, where there was an unexpected reunion with a certain, blonde-haired man.

August 12th (knowledge and experience)

I was feeling really impatient while doing Chi Kung this morning; at first I was really into it, then I wanted it to end. I started thinking of how the time spent doing it was extremely short in terms of the duration of my entire life, which helped. When I was walking to work, I suddenly had a massive appreciation of being alive. Spontaneous sprinting ensued, which also resulted in better punctuality.

After a day of constant verbal abuse in the kitchen, the Eastern theme continued with some wind-down Pilates. Then had an unexpectedly eventful worship session after tea.

I’m so used to the fact that Jesus is in everything, that I often forget there are times his presence is thick, in a way that defines a moment beyond the ordinary. Paul says in Philippians, “I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead.” Traditionally I have a more experience-based approach. But after an encounter comes the ordinary, out of which is born knowledge of his goodness, which tends to be even more profound.

August 11th (mystical trees)

Most of today was spent experiencing a cultural revival, by which I mean a renaissance of all my pop music idols, idols being a positive term in this context, as all their music helps me chat with the Lord Almighty. Hello Lady Gaga, Macklemore and Justin Bieber. Offensive language needn’t get in the way of a spiritual rinsing.

On the way to Ben and Grace’s leaving party, I walked through the cemetery. I only found out about this place when I moved away from that area, but it’s really atmospheric. This evening, the combination of trees and misty rain sent me on a nature energy bender. I often think it’s beneficial to get slightly lost. Many hijinks ensued at the house, including deceptively strong punch, and erotic mirrors.

August 10th (goodbye mr gray)

Had an interview at the Department for Education today. Found it interesting that there was a collection point for a food bank our church helps with. Not that I agree with the Conservatives regimes, but they always get slandered for their poor approach to low-income people, but there is never any mention of clear acts of charity in a governmental building.

Went to Peace Gardens afterwards, and after a sustained effort, finally finished The Picture of Dorian Gray, and can confirm it isn’t a prequel to the Fifty Shades series. It has its elements of fantasy, but none are sexual. Also bought an amazing new pan; thirty centimetres of pure frying potential.

In the evening, I made the executive decision that watching anime would be more entertaining than reading the bible. This judgement was probably true, but now I’m feeling the Song of Songs vibes.