Showing posts from 2010

the Evening Before the First Christmas After

I've not been great at blogging, at posting regularly short soundbites on my musings through life. Early resolution is to write more blogs (and shorter blogs, I seem incapable of doing anything but producing essays!). That's the first resolution that I'm going to break within the first week of January I'm sure. We're all sat round the TV in Eastbourne, the night before Christmas. Riley's asleep upstairs after a day overloaded with attention, Becky's on her iPhone checking facebook and the rest of us are waiting for Nanny McPhee to finish before we can inaugurate the new Christmas 'tradition' of unwrapping a present each on Christmas Eve (we have to make a start on the gifts under the tree there are so many! Something to do with this being Riley's first Christmas may have something to do with that!) It's a hallmark moment except perhaps for the elephant in the room that looms heavily over the festivities. Dad died just over two months ago

The Victory of Death

We all die. Death always wins. Everyone who’s ever lived has died and everyone who lives now will one day be dead. Some will die young others old, some will die ‘naturally’, others of disease, or of an accident or as a result of an act of violence. Death is always all around us, never more than a few feet away. It has always been so. As long as people have lived in the world and observed it, it has been so. In every history book ever written death has had a starring role and it upstages even the most notable of men. From Caesar to Napoleon, Alexander the Great to Michael Jackson, Princess Diana, C.S. Lewis, the Apostle Paul, Cicero and Plato; all dead. Saint and sinner, prince and peasant, we all die. King David once wrote about ‘the valley of the shadow of death’ when death seems to be close at hand. But it is true for us all; we are all always living under death’s shadow. We ignore it, we run from it, we create medicine to keep it away but it always catches up with us eventual

The Biographical God

The biographical God I have often wondered about the existence of God. I have heard compelling arguments on both sides of the fence (and from those sitting uncomfortably on the fence). I agree with people who say that the existence of so much evil and suffering in the world makes it hard to believe in a loving God, it does. Life appears to be random and chaotic. I agree as well that trying to explain something so unexplainable as the workings of a transcendent creator appears an impossible thing to do, and often I think we’re foolish for even trying. If there is a supreme being out there who created everything we see around us then how can we ever expect to understand it/him? We shouldn’t waste our time trying, I’m told. After all how can fish describe what life is like outside of the fish tank? Isn’t that what it’s like when we try to explain God? But then I don’t believe that scientific and philosophical answers to questions with such practical implications will ever fully satisfy

Unreasonable Response

Unreasonable. An unreasonable response to Christianity is apathy. An unreasonable response to the claims of Jesus is indifference. If there had not been born a man who said what Jesus had said then there’d be no need to respond to him. If there had not been born a man who claimed to die for the sin of the world then we needn’t stop and ask questions. If the tomb that he was buried in had remained occupied then there’d be no Christianity and there’d be no reason to insist upon our engagement with its claims. Sometimes I do wish there’d not been born a man who said what Jesus said, who died for what he died for and whose followers claimed he’d risen. If there was not and he had not and they did not, then I’d be free to worry not. Reality would be easier to define, there’d be no need for me to wrestle with the invisible world of alternative reality. ‘God’ would be confined to the Greek myths and Jewish histories, and he wouldn’t intrude on my day. Life would be muc