Pairing wine is a tricky business at the best of times. But when it comes to representing the blood of Christ the casual disregard among church leadership for any of the major schools of thought is shocking!
For the most part I have stopped “praying”, especially in the sense of seeking answers or help from an outside source. But sometimes things so ghastly and shocking occur, that hammer you with your own impotence and smallness, that its hard to know where else to turn.
We must realise that we all hold something sacred, and not just in our hearts but in a way that makes us strive to require others to hallow it also. As an absolute, the value of free speech makes a hypocrite of us all anytime we wish to protect what is most important to us from ridicule or abuse.
Being in a Muslim country, finding anything at all Christmas related was a real challenge. Cards, candies, tinsel, turkey, all out of the question. And a tree? None of the befuddled store clerks could comprehend why we would want to buy a tree, let alone take it home and put it in our living room.
Daniel Quinn’s ‘Ishmael’ is not about people and places, it is about ideas. Very broad, fundamental ideas. It is the disruptive and disturbing message of ‘Ishmael’ that sticks with me and has found its way into my dreams, my poems, my existential conversations (whatever, you know what I mean), and my current brand of nihilism.
The old adage, “we can choose our friends, but not our family” comes to mind… The idea that church should serve me, rather than vice-versa has taken firm hold and so congregations cater more and more to specific interests rather than being melting pots that encourage people to reach out to others unlike themselves in an attempt to understand what kind of a family they are a part of.