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It is my considered opinion that the ideas of NT Wright and his ilk are a way that Christianity is likely to become useful in the world, and more unified. Part of the way they will acheive this is by clearing away some of the debris that has attached itself over course of the last two millenia to what Jesus was on about. Unfortunately some people really like the debris, and some are secretly afraid that debris is all there is.
From the cowardice that shrinks from new truth,
From the laziness that is content with half-truths,
From the arrogance that thinks it knows all truth,
O God of Truth, deliver us.
[via 2think.org]
Sorry i havent kept in touch, bvut , well, you know, this and that. went to toupo this weekend, great times, good to see my sister again, and i went gliding, which just so happened to be my first time in a plane, so it was cool. the trip home was a different matter though. I expected it to be about three- four hours long, and it looked to be that way, until two hours later we got stuck in traffic, not to mention pouring rain, and for the next four and a half hours got an average speed of about fifty kilometers per hour. A trip the length from toupo to wellington has no right to last six and a half. There should be a law about heavy traffic piling up around levin, like it always does.
I best be going because ive got a short story to write, and a debate speech to write as well( my team got into the regional junior premier grand final for debating, should be good fun)
cya
james
As is the custom in these parts, i celebrated the Spring Equinox (yesterday) today by removing the insulation tape from around the sunroof in the car that Jono and i own. The tape was there to stop the rain from coming in. Thank goodness it never rains in Springtime. I celebrated the poor performance of the car’s automatic transmission by visiting an auto mechanic. He told me i probably wouldn’t get any change out of $1000 to get it repaired.
And also! Wichita Lineman, which is my faux-favourite song, was written by Glen Cambell. I found out yesterday that Glen Cambell is the seventh son of a seventh son.
History is vast and the world is strange: Sophisticated tribes lived in Amazon basin in pre-Columbian era.
It is interesting to be alive now: there are no rules at all, nothing that can be taken for granted. If once a man steps outside of his familiar childhood certainties he finds he must needs define the parameters of every interaction. Sometimes this becomes a frightening and overwhelming task, sometimes i am aware of the enormous possibilities and the wide horizon. The West has fallen already; we can be the avant-garde of something better and more beautiful.
