Episode 122 - Keeping Your Feet on the Ground

This week I joined a Frisbee club. I have to admit I was a little nervous having never been part of a Frisbee club, but thankfully no-one took it too seriously and it was a lot of fun. It was a warm sunny day and the ground was dry. The funny thing about grass though, is that even when it’s dry, it’s slippery. On TV it’s the banana skin that’s king of the unexpected slippery substance list, in real life though, grass has to be up there somewhere. Every time I tried to turn quickly or come to a sudden stop, my feet would slide out from underneath me and I would end up in a heap on the ground. The famous expression which extolled the need to keep one’s feet on the ground came to mind. But what does it really mean?

We tend to immediately think it calls for the need to sacrifice excitement, or creativity, or adventure, to make place for caution and sensibility and seriousness. Our culture often tells us that we are either one or the other, that the two cannot coincide. Indeed, I did sacrifice in order to keep my feet on the ground. I moved less, and when I did I moved less suddenly. I did in fact keep my feet on the ground, but at what cost? I became unable to create much space and had to settle for less incisive passing, in short, I became a worse player, but one which was at least stood upright. But if we keep our feet on the ground by not moving at all have we really gained anything at all? 

Well in the end I decided no, I just gave into falling over sometimes. And after the game what really should have been obvious was expressed by one of the other players; what I really needed was a pair of studded boots. Perhaps that’s what we all need life; something to help us adhere our creativity to caution and our seriousness to our adventure. Perhaps even, what our world needs are people who are willing to be those studded boots and hold the two worlds together.

Episode 121 - Lost Bees

As I walked down the street the other day, I realised that I had picked up a passenger along the way. No, someone hadn’t stealthily jumped on my and taken a piggy back ride without me noticing, my passenger was not a person, but a bee. I looked down and right in the middle of my jumper was a little white tailed bumble bee. He remained there seemingly contented for the duration of my fifteen minute walk. And as I walked I watched him as he walked around a little a repeatedly pawed at my jumper with his little hands (or whatever it is that a bee has at the end of its arms/legs…). Now not being an entomologist I don’t really have a clue what he was doing, but to me it looked for all the world like he was trying to gather nectar from my jumper. 

Which if he really was, was crazy because not only was it not a flower, it in no way resembled a flower, it wasn’t brightly coloured and didn’t really smell particularly nice either (not that I’m saying my clothes smell bad…). But the craziest thing of all is that after fifteen minutes of trying and presumable failing, he was still unable to see his mistake! As I watched him persist in his mistake I gained sympathy for my new little friend. I realised how easy it is to get trapped by your mistakes. How sometimes it can be very hard to see that what is going wrong is not some small detail, but rather the very thing you were so convicted about in the beginning. I pray to God that I may have the humility to see the places where I have mistaken woolly jumpers for flowers so that I might not waste my time trying to harvest where there is no nectar!

Episode 120 - Special

I am probably by most definitions, not normal. I look different to most people, think different to many people and behave pretty different sometimes too. I am unique. You’re unique too. I find that amazing; 8 billion people and no two of us are the same. Each one has their own identity, and each of us has a unique set of gifts, talents and character to bless the world with. Of course some of us are more different than others. I have always felt like one of the more different ones, not that this ever bothered me. I’ve never cared too much about what other people thought about me and I imagine that for the most part who I am is met by bewilderment. I think on the most part my differentness is inoffensive, even likeable, although there are always some who are opposed to it, but I figure that’s their prerogative and I don’t let it bother me.

Recently I was criticised for something which I thought was quite unfair and couldn’t really understand where it had come from. The funny thing is, it wasn’t that I felt I had been falsely accused because what they said about me was true. I felt it was unfair because I couldn’t for the life of me understand why this aspect of my character would be a bad thing! But that was because I was different and so I see the world differently. But whilst this wouldn’t normally bother me, it got me thinking, could it be that my differentness which God gave to me to bless those around me was actually getting in the way of me blessing those God intended me to? I don’t actually have an answer, and don’t worry, I’m not going to start being any less me, but has made me think more about understanding other people’s differentness and how we might be able to complement each other better.

Episode 119 - Happy Easter!

It's Easter Monday! Which is very exciting, because it means we get a day off work! But more than that, as a Christian, Easter is a time that I remember all that Jesus has done for me (not that I don't remember it ever day). Even if you're not a Christian, I imagine that it's a time that in between the chocolate eggs and the hot cross buns you're inclined to wonder even if just for a second, how people can really believe all that crazy stuff about Jesus. Well whatever you make of Easter, today I want to share a couple of Easter articles from the Guardian which I hope you will enjoy whether you consider Him your Lord and saviour or as real as the Easter bunny. Here they are;

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/apr/14/what-is-the-historical-evidence-that-jesus-christ-lived-and-died

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/belief/2009/aug/03/christianity-resurrection-religion

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Epside 118 - When There Are No More Signs

Yesterday I went for a walk somewhere I'd never been before. It was a well marked path. Or at least it was to begin with. As I started the walk there was a big footpath sign that pointed across the field ahead, to a stile. When I got to the stile there was a little yellow arrow pointing across the field to another stile with another little yellow arrow pointing across the next field to yet another stile with another little yellow arrow. And so it continued. Or at least so it continued until it didn't. Eventually I came to a field so big and so hilly that I couldn't see the other side, and didn't know where there the stile was. So the only choice I had was to trust that the sign was pointing in the right direction and keep on going until I could see the next one. And lo and behold, there it was, eventually, and my uncertainty had been proven to be for no good reason. And all was good again. For a while. But then later I got to a stile that had no sign on it! How was I supposed to know which way to go? How I was I supposed to know that I was even on the right path at all? 

Much like the piece of wood in the corner of the field that doesn't belong to me... 

...it's not my stile

Well I didn't. But going backwards wasn't going to help me at, so I had to just keep going. Going wherever looked most like it was the way I was supposed to go, looking for signs and stiles or anything else which might indicate the way forward. In the end I made it. There were a few sign to reassure me, but often I was on my own just trusting what had come before me to direct me towards what was ahead. Sometimes life is easy, with clear directions and a straight forward path. Other times it's not. It can be hard and confusing. Vague and unclear. In those times we just have to trust the direction we have been given and trust ourselves to follow the path the best we can.

Episode 117 - When You Have Nothing to Say

This week as I sit here to write this blog, as with many weeks, I find myself with nothing to say. Usually after starring at the screen for a little while inspiration hits me and I find something (hopefully worthwhile) to say. But not this week. This week I have nothing. I can't help thinking that God is teaching me a simple lesson which I find easy to ignore. Sometimes in life you really want to say something, you even feel like you really should, but you just don't have any words. In those times it's easy just to say anything, the first things that come to mind, but these are usually wasted words devoid of any value. Perhaps what I need to learn to do is just to say nothing and just be there. So this is me just being here. Saying nothing.

Episode 116 - Hard Habit to Make

I must apologise dear reader for it being so long since I last wrote a blog entry. It was my habit to write my blog every Sunday after Church ready to be automatically published in the late hours of Sunday night and read on Monday morning. But as time continued and life became busy, this became less a habit, and more something that I had to remember to do. And alas something I must confess that I haven’t remembered to do to in recent weeks and I am very sorry for that. But this made me ask myself a very important question; why is it that it seems that good habits are so hard to keep when bad habits seem so easy to form? And why is it so difficult to create good habits when bad habits seem so difficult to break? 

I thought about this for a long time. Probably when I should have just been writing my blog instead. It’s hard to fathom because it seems so contradictory, it seems simply to boil down to saying that good things are hard to do and bad things are easy to do. Is it really that simple? When it comes down to it, am I just naturally not a good person? Well perhaps that’s something that’s not entirely untrue but as I looked deeper I realised that actually it had much more to do with who I want to be than who I am. When I stopped to look at the focus of what I considered to be a habit, I realised that good habits and bad habits weren’t evenly matched. 

When I think of my bad habits, I think of things I naturally do, patterns of repeated behaviour that I’m inclined to follow, but that in retrospect I wish I didn’t or would like to change. But I don’t consider the good things that I naturally or easily do to be good habits, I just consider them to be normal, to be part of who I am. On the contrary, I consider good habits only to be things which I don’t naturally do, but things which I wish I did and that I want to do, and therefore try hard to make part of who I am, despite it being against my natural tendencies. And so it would seem that perhaps I am being too hard on myself. In fact it has nothing to do with being good or bad, but the simple truth that change is hard. And therefore making myself a better version of myself; a me that I’d rather be, is also hard. But then when was anything really worthwhile every easy?