The highest and holiest days of the Christian calendar (obviously not including some of those strange variant cults one finds in foreign parts) and well it would appear that I will be absolutely nowhere near a church. This I would hasten is choice as opposed to excommunication going on here, however there is a small little Methodist at the back of my hind brain muttering to itself. It’s tricky having been raised in a multi-faith family grouping, especially when so many of my relatives and early life associates actually believe. For me I sort of look at the entire Faith issue as well, sort of, quaint. I’m not mocking those of you with the stuff, well at least not publicly at this point, but well, hmmm.
There is this whole contradiction thing going on in the back of my head. On the one hand the modern Liberal Christian ethos is rather attractive, the whole be a nice person and God is with you thing is rather pleasant. Then the evil little rationality monkeys come out and play. So Mr. Omnipotent being of divine goodness and joy, precisely who does this entire Grace thing work, seems a tad well arbitrary not to say egotistical? Neonates born guilty huh? How? The dichotomous freewill vs. original sin argument? And I guess for most of us spurious believers and atheistic hellfire fuel substitutes the bizarre Act of God policy statement on my House Insurance. To paraphrase Bill Bailey exactly when does a thunderstorm stop being a coverable phenomenon and then take on the Old Testament aspect of Sodom?
So instead of intellectual discussion I’m running games on Friday for at least 2 confirmed God Botherers and 2 well lets just say they may slouch in either direction dependent on the direction of the wind at any particular moment. Saturday I’m scooting into town to view the Neverwhere Larp and then catch some Doctor Who. Sunday with HW I’m off to see 3 Chinese Emperors graves goods and associated detritus and finally, Monday. Well I guess Monday is laundry day.
To one and all have a delightful secular/ ecclesiastical/ diabolical/ wiccan/ non-conformist/ whatever you choose weekend. Oh and I guess as it’s the vogue here are a series of statement I will answer with respect to my views on you, apparently part of this Faustian compact is for you to reply to this post…
1. I shall respond with something random I like about you.
2. I shall tell you what song, movie or book reminds me of you.
3. I shall name something we should do together.
4. I shall say something that only makes sense to you and me (or at least me).
5. I shall tell you my first or clearest memory of you.
6. I shall leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I shall ask you something that I have always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must in turn post this on your journal so you can do the same for others. Though you could just be a selfish git and not do so.