We nearly always approach those who are different to us with hesitation and withhold our trust and vulnerability from them. Whilst occasionally this is wise, it is also often rooted in our assumption that our beliefs and way of doing things is 'right' and that which is different is either confusing (and thus we are wary) or it is downright 'wrong' ...When our initial approach to those who are different to us is with fear, suspicion, and inflexibility, it no doubt results in us criticizing them, rationalising their behaviour, and withdrawing from them in order to cope with our feelings of frustration, confusion, tension, and embarassment. This in turn results in our feeling alienated and isolated.
....instigated the long, painful yet necessary process, of my evaluating which parts of my worldview are holy and which are lies that my culture has propogated. Intrinsic to this, and arguably more important has been my wrestling with who God really is - what is true, and what are the christian cultural lies that I have automatically believed?
A short poem about being disenfranchised by Christianity, yet finally realising the need to be with a church.
In Christianity, faith, hope, and love, are the big three. Yet, I think that often we forget about hope, and shift our focus, perhaps slightly too much, onto only faith and love. After a low period, I began to read Theology of Hope by Jürgen Moltmann.
It is invasively isolating to be somewhere without close friends and family... my inner-world and reflective capacity soared, and thus so too did my self-confidence. What I don't realise however, is that when I am dancing for so long in my inner-world, I actually get worn out from not being with and participating in the life of others.
Place can become a part of you as much as some people do. We have relationships with places just as we do with people. Let's not underestimate the sadness that comes with the loss of place. The death of something is always a part of a transition. So is the joy and struggle of new life. God remains Lord, even during times of transition when a part of you dies.
Sometimes I have such clarity. My being knows it's maker. My heart is at rest. Though my mind may float around with the wind, it knows where to return to; the heart and mind are in sync. I expect goodness from my God; I am sure of who I am as His child. Then... Continue Reading →
The concept of rights seems to underpin a lot of Western thought and responses to world crises. It effects how people relate to one another, whether they assert their individual rights, or whether they submit to another. In God's eyes, are we entitled to anything? I think our sense of entitlement is one of the root causes of tensions and arguments between people.