This is where things happen in life. Somewhere between self-aggrandizement and apathetic insensibility. We all want to be burning for something but not to burn up. We want to set limits but not lose our heart.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Those beside me
Karl Marx was right about us was he not?
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Big daddy love
Please, I'm not saying that any of you have said this to me. Even Rudi, who was moved to tears over my blog entry, I never felt like he was writing me off. I totally understand how he meant his comment.
But what of it: Imagine we would just take each person totally seriously when they told us to bugger off about the God stuff. In most cases that would be the best way to show them who God is. If my son asks me to stop doing something to him, I stop immediately. I don't try and coerce him into thinking that what I'm doing is really okay. That's what perverse catholic pedophiles do, but not good daddy's showing their kids big daddy love. They are going to listen to their kids wishes, cause they know it doesn't make a difference whether they are doing something good for their child or not, if their child perceives that action as bad then it has to stop.
Why then do so many Christians see it as a challenge to apologetically argue someone into the faith, or go to far away lands, where they are not welcome, to force yet another culture to conform to western values, which really aren't christ-like anyway, only to come away from it all with a deeper intrinsic certainty that the adversity, with which they were faced, was a sign of the holy blessing endowed upon them. Bullshit!
Has anyone stopped to think that maybe all this missiology stuff may be a thorn in God's eye? Or maybe we should be somewhat more honest with our exegesis of the new testament and admit that, yes even for the most lay of laypersons, Paul's writings really do differ and add to a lot of what Jesus said.
Would admitting to these things really break our faith? Or would it make it stronger allowing us to approach people around the world in a newer more free and holy way, much like the way that Christ had to approach all of us dimwits during his 30 year stint on this rock?
(Please don't ask me for bible references, I've stopped reading the bible 2 years ago and I do not want to start a bible debate on this blog.)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Black it is
Cheers,
Jonathan
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Chasing desires
We all have things we desire, after which we chase. Sometimes we grasp them, at other times they remain elusive. Desires, however, are never satisfied. So is their nature. I think "god" or the idea of God, is a desire. We chase after it so much that it even becomes possible to say that we are being led by it, albeit the desire for God itself, has no leading capacities to speak of.
This idea makes me very sceptical of the idea of God in general. Then if God does exist, as free evangelicals believe in him today, then he is a God who chases after them. I don't see this though.
I see well meaning people following their greatest desire and often looking somewhat bewildered with their worship. What I think is crazy, is that theology provides a system of reason to explain away and encourage in the face of this loneliness (lack of direct contact to God). "His grace is sufficient for me", "in my weakness He is stronger" and other mantra, prevent the believer from ever voicing true frustration.
The zenith of modern Christian God experiences, seems to be in "on your face worship" where you come out having felt the "hand of God". But wait, do I have to feel guilty for admitting that I have almost the same feelings at a U2 concert? Damn, Bono must really be Jesus come again.
The point is: where is God in all this? How can I distinguish God from my desires of who I want God to be, if he exists? And if there is a God, shouldn't I be able to say that he chases me, and know it's true. You know, otherwise I start feeling like the uncool teenager who wrote his love a poem and she's always running away, all coy and stuff. That's the kind of BS that creates serial murderers not great worshippers.
I don't know. I'm just sayin'. Thoughts?
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Visual Basic
Monday, May 10, 2010
Student Loans
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Right to Live
Have you ever wondered how people, who have done something unspeakably terrible could have the right to live any longer? I have.
Since having children, my ability to sympathize with every societal ill, has been reduced to a bare minimum. Surely, there are those who are more able to clearly articulate a system of justice, which should compensate all parties. I, however, have difficulties pardoning those who would otherwise be at the mercy of the family wronged. What is to stop a father from avenging some terrible act done to his children? And what court of law, would be doing justice, by preventing that same father from coming to the rescue of his child, no matter the means?
If I were in this situation, I'm pretty sure I would want to do something, which I would regret later. But who is to say when justice is really served? Is justice best served by the judicial system? Is it wrong to take matters into your own hands? If two wrongs don't make a right, who's to say, which wrong is unnecessary?
Maybe there are cases, which do make a wrong necessary?
What is at the center?
Was not God's message precisely to take care of and serve, the very creation he designed and in so doing, serve the creator.
I find it progressively difficult to busy myself serving and praising someone, I can neither see nor hear. Furthermore, I feel almost as though I'm simply talking with myself, whenever I pray or speak. Or if I talk of answered prayers: many of those answers I would have received, even if I hadn't prayed.
As a matter of fact, how can I ever be sure that God has answered anything I've prayed? And why is that important?
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Saturday, April 03, 2010
Berlin
About this city I can say the same as about many other places I've been (other than Pforzheim), I think I could live here.

This pick is Jamie and Edgar, in front of the new National Art Gallery.

Kian, Edgar and Jamie playing at the Art Museum.

Kristine, Jamie and Sarah in front of Neptune, the God of water.
It's also been great, just being able to see Edgar in his element here.
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