Apologies that neither my notes on 'the Spirituality of Social Media' nor my 'thoughts on prayer and silence' haven't made there way here yet due to the busyness of ministry here in the Five Alive Mission Community and because both sets of notes need to be transferred from being handwritten to being on screen... It's unusual for me not to have notes prepared on netbook or PC but it just happened to be that on those two occasions I didn't have access to either. In fact I quite enjoyed the "Fountain Pen on Moleskine" vibe and felt like a proper writer for a bit, maybe worth musing on that for a bit another time?
So often in the Church, indeed in life, I see people taking sides, getting polarised, creating division. More often than not we hear false equivalence or other logical fallacy as the basis of this - stuff like "if you're liberal/conservative/whatever you can't believe/do x" or "if you're Christian you can't think y" or the joy of "if you really cared about y you can't do x" What this so often stems from is a failure of imagination, an inability to see a different way of thinking or doing from your own, or a lack of empathy with others. Chimamanda Adichie describes this as the danger of a Single Story and it is the basis of racial and cultural prejudice and misunderstanding, a cause of division, and a barrier to progress and co-operation. We have such issues in our church communities all the time. With regards to sexuality and gender identity I so often hear "if you believe in the Bible you will think...." With regards to soc
There's so much life and vibrancy in this dance and in this classic Bollywood song re-visioned by Benny Dayal. I've been watching it repeatedly for the past two weeks, it's just beautiful. Admittedly, I've watched it enough times to see that Benny's spectacles really need cleaning. And to love the moment where the butterfly flutters past Rukmini. Also, if you want to watch the full band version, it's available here - recorded, as is necessary in these days of pandemic, in the different homes of the musicians. Along with the dance on Rukmini's rooftop terrance. Listen again? Don't mind if I do, ta.