My fingerprints prove I am an Original.
The dust proves I am a slatternly housewife.
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Taken in last week's sunshine.
On our way home we encountered a woman who was holding an umbrella down over her face. George normally walks on my left but as she approached, he skedaddled round the back of me so he could be on my right and have me in between him and this strange phenomenon. I don't blame him. I hate umbrellas.
I have been trying to decide which of the blogs I regularly visit qualify as chatty. I looked for blogs that are updated regulalry, that contain more personal than political or other news, and that entertain me. It was difficult but I've decided to pass the award onto:
A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins
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Whenever I spot people in the woods, even before George has seen them, I start shouting, 'George, don't jump up! George, don't jump up!' It's more to warn them that it is a possibility rather than in any real hope of my command being obeyed.
George has perfected the art of being simultaneously wet and dirty. Not a lot of dogs can do that.
'Or spell it.'
'Quite right, George.'
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In most religions, as far as I understand, it is about people who are searching for something: meaning, fulfilment, in whatever form that takes, be it a higher being, a supreme power, a state of mind. In Christianity it's the other way round. God comes searching for us. He reaches out to us.
He chose to give his son for us so that we don't have to do anything except believe. And sometimes that's the hardest thing.
Now where am I? How did I get here? Not philosophically or physically. I mean how did my train of thought get me to this point and where do I actually want to be? Ah, yes, so do I think an Anglican should marry a Hindu?
One scripture that is sometimes quoted in regard to 'mixed' marriages, is from the second letter Paul wrote to the Corinthians. In it he says, 'Don't be yoked with unbelievers.' Now as I've said before, I'm not that keen on Paul, and I take what he says with a pinch of salt, but I talked to a young lad from church about this and what he thought about non-Christian girlfriends. His opinion was that having a girlfriend who is also a Christian means that they would have more in common with each other. She would understand his motivation, his reasons, his way of life.
A lot of the Bible is about making life easier for us. The ten commandments make good sense. There are guidelines - rather than rules - that are for our benefit.
I'm married to a non-Christian. I became a Christian after marriage although I'd been brought up going to church. I was christened and confirmed in the CoE (or rather Church in Wales). And, yes, I pray, as do others, for Husband to become a Christian. I want him to be in heaven with me! But Christianity isn't just about the after-life; it's about life in its fullness now.
(You see this was why I was reluctant to start this post. I knew it would entail lots of explanations and going from here to there and back again, and I was afraid that you'd get bored before I finished. And I'd keep forgetting where I was.)
Husband and I have very different ideas about most things in life. But if Christianity were about being a nice person, then Husband would be a far better Christian than I am. But it's not. It's about having God in my life. It's about being forgiven, and being loved unconditionally. My faith is an essential part of me, of who I am. It's a part of me that Husband doesn't share. But he supports me in it.
And I suppose that is where I finally get back to Alan and Usha. Ambridge could have a man alone trying to do a job, supporting others, often during the worst times in their lives. Or a man doing that job but being supported himself by a loving helpmate.
Jesus was asked what was the most important commandment. He said, 'Love God and love your neighbour as yourself.' This was what Jesus thought was important. (And very hard to do when many of us don't even love ourselves.) He didn't say, 'Don't marry a Hindu.' In fact, that thought never even crossed his mind. He talked to enemies of the Jews. He went to look for them. He went out of his way to touch the untouchables, reach the unreachable.
So now I know what I think. This post has helped me work it out in my own mind. If you've got this far, well done! If you've understood, please explain it to me!
(I do understand really!)