Christianity is escapism and a crutch? Err... yep. In -- like this Psalm says, escaping into God actively and knowingly, resting in and running-on. Thoroughly here and would stumble about otherwise. And do still/sadly/madly/badly/rarely/so badly/thankfully/painfully/regrettably/recently/get behind me and get over. Get it on. Bang . . .
The Lord is my shepherd I shall… That God wants us and for other than, normally associated as, doing stuff. God wants 'us'. And a right prat sometimes, like me. Shocking. Knowing not, ‘jus’ my ‘magination running 'way with me’. The desire ‘for’ us. What madness -- this-seems -- is this? Commune with desires. Time alone . . .
The good news from Jordan Peterson, differs from the full Gospel one, in excluding explicit interventionist-God talk. Not then and Genesis, the basis for his talks, but here now and us. In the day to day. Makes sense in the context of the Bible Series intention. Explained in the Q&A, in one of the final two talks so far (XI or . . .
By trying to explain to m’self what’s going on, maybe, just maybe, might get on and do> what matters most?
Some might say, let up, relax a little, kick back and enjoy the ride. Others could talk about be / present, it’s ‘the journey not the destination’. Talk of ‘enjoying God’, hear this. Not live about tomorrow, all we . . .
If I could spend what time I have -- past/outside of two little work-numbers I have -- off the net/off walking by the river/off self-self-self/off 'oh my body, it is making me...'
Instead fire-up a graphic verse, or intro to one, as we have here:
If My people, who are called by My name, shall . . .
God ‘gave them over’ this what gets me. Growing awareness and screaming loss and the absence of anything decent or attractive in the ‘over’. Painful. Dying to self the cry. A confession of faith, that all about, is increasingly empty. With this comes shame and strong. To project myself out there, so brash and full-of. On those . . .
Loosen up, shake-about and clink glasses. I want to see a jail-break. The metaphorical vision is true. And so is the literal. Since we all booted-up our personal portals we’ve been tagged. An open prison is…
Above already up. So freewheeling away an' nout to lose, remains. Peculiar prelude. How to connect and talking . . .