Sunday’s always (usually) brilliant. One of the pleasures of being a Christian is found in a commandment to have a day off! Opinions on the sabbath vary from Christian to Christian, the main biblical idea seems to be that God decided we’d have seven days of the week and that one of those days was to be spent not working and dedicated to him. It’s good for a range of reasons, firstly on a purely secular level, I believe society would function better if all the people who didn’t actually need to be working (shops, offices, banks, building sites) weren’t. Walk into your average newsagent, you’ll see a tired old man sick of sitting there all day, desperate for an excuse to see his family/sleep/relax/do anything other than sit there working. If he had a day of rest he’d be revitalised and would function better the rest of the week. I’m sure there are figures supporting this, but maybe there aren’t, because when I Googled it all that came up was “Studies show that animals exposed to grapefruit scent for 15 minutes…”
Anyway, that’s not why I take a day off. I do it because that’s what it says in the Bible. (Basically) the Jews took Saturday off until their Messiah came, fulfilling that through the cross and raising from the dead on the first day of the week (Sunday). Then looking through the New Testament, Jesus appeared to the disciples on the first day of the week, and so was the pattern of the early church. Some argue that the Sabbath should be abolished because Jesus doesn’t expressly command it. However Jesus speaks of being the Lord of the Sabbath (how can he be Lord of something that doesn’t exist?)
Either way, my family have been firm believers and have encouraged us to treat Sunday as a different day. The plus sides of this were commands not to do homework, to spend more time with the family, maybe even receiving a few special treats for the this day. On the downside I think I struggled as a child to get used to not being allowed to watch television and not playing competitive sport. None of these ground rules are explicitly biblical, just family rules that my parents thought would help us. I’ll have to come to my own decision on the subject when we have children. I wanted them to relish Sundays, not dread them.
Anyway, the reason I’m writing all this is because yesterday the England game was on and we didn’t watch it! Turns out it wasn’t the most wonderful game to watch anyway, but still. We had a lovely afternoon in the park, we went to the hill garden and the amount of fun that can be had in throwing a ball over a pond and then fishing it out is quite remarkable.
I was especially helped by the sermon in the evening, about putting sin to death. I was quite convicted yet encouraged by the fact we have the Holy Spirit, through him it’s possible to overcome any sort of sin.
We went over to Sibyl’s Mother’s in the evening and ended up playing a raucous game of cards (so much for Sunday). I also started reading Robinson Crusoe on the way there, which I’m very much enjoying.
They did play Glastonbury and they are very cool.
As it’s the world cup:
As it’s the world cup: (online game)
Woke up this morning in an empty bed! Sibyl had been to a party last night and decided not to come home. I had spent the night at the church youth club (David & Goliath, treasure hunt) then spent the evening with my brothers playing my new Pixar Top Trumps and watching Glastonbury.
This week’s been an interesting one. I spend most of my life wishing to be productive or creative or famous or holy and regretting my failure in these areas. A lot of this week was taken up with me going on the blogs I used to and finding lots of links/funny GIFs and posting them. It’s fun for me, and it might be fun for you (if you clicked) but not really that productive. I’ve been wanting to get some stuff together for a website I’ve been promising myself and which has been organised by Sibyl’s sister. It involves redrafting several of the articles (if you can call them that) on this blog and various other things I’ve done and formatting them for webdom. I got mind numbingly bored of that though, and went back to surfing. When I finally got round to finishing off the second draft of the play I’ve been working on, I realised that the version I’d brought to London (from Aberystwyth) was not the right one so I couldn’t.
However, all is not lost. I started work yesterday and continued working on today, on a new play! An idea involving tribes and fighting and gender. It’s very exciting.
Other events today was a nice fry up with the Bradys (my nuclear). Traditionally we always have potato waffles, sausages, beans and thickly sliced bread on a Saturday. That was lovely, I like lots of ketchup with mine. Then we were off to the end of year service at the London Theological Seminary (LTS).
The end of year service is an annual tradition for us, because it’s close to our home, it’s where my Father studied and there’s usually a student we know graduating (they assign the students to different churches, we usually get at least one a year). Today was a hot and bothered affair, with longness and quite a bit of longevity, made longer by the heat. But it was great to hear the students speak about how they found the course and their time and what they were planning to do in the future. I was rather gutted they didn’t sing the tune of a hymn I wanted them to sing basically they sung this one instead of this one. Argh. The sermon was on preaching (funny that). It struck me that as a Christian I am to be an example to people, Christians and non-Christians alike. I am really not that good at doing that, I’m praying.
The buffet there is always a great mix of sausage rolls with sausage, sausage rolls with cheese, sausage rolls with vegetables, sausage rolls with no sausage, sausage rolls with no roll. Along with Victoria sponge.
I ended up getting the Pixar top trumps out again, but lost severely twice.
We went back home and watched half of the Doctor Who finale before heading to SpectrumSpectrum’s for a BBQ. Very nice. I especially enjoyed the steak. It was lovely to see old friends as well. It’s one of the great things about being back in London. One goes to see their friends and (cliché alert) it’s like you’ve never gone away, yesterday, only yesterday, when I was sad, when I was lonely, all my troubles seemed so Papa was a rolling stone.
I’ve recently been enjoying this website. Lots of cool pop-culture conscious illustrations by a guy called Aled Lewis (Welsh I assume), worth a look if that’s what you’re into.
Nine highlights from a rare photographs site:
- Kirk Douglas steals Brigitte Bardot’s moustache.
- He was smug even when he was kid.
- Barrymore, on the shoulders of Spielberg.
- Smells like teen spirit, or has someone done a whoopsie?
- I fear he may be serious.
- Coolest. Dad. Ever.
- It don’t matter if you’re black, or white, or a tortoise.