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Date: 31 March 2005 21:36:51
Finished the assignment I meant. I'm now embarked on an ethics unit (no more navel gazing for now!) and have in front of me, even as I type, various worthy tomes. These include 'The Ethics of Human Cloning', 'Genetic Engineering for a New Earth', 'Debating Homosexuality', and the rather grimly entitled 'Cohabitation: A Biblical Perspective.' All good bedtime reading and surefire conversation stoppers at your average homegroup. :D
So, many thanks to my little band of 'neggers.' I'll do the same for you anyday.
Months ago, I remember wondering about what would happen if elements of the 'me,' you sometimes 'see' online were to emerge in IRL settings. Here I was chiefly referring to those times when I keep quiet when maybe it would be wiser (if less comfortable) in the long run to speak out about various issues. Although my sense of humour frequently gets the better of me as well, often at the most inappropriate times, in church settings, for instance. (It's no coincidence that I'm a SOF fan!).
This happened the other morning while I was reading through the daily office. No, not in church; I'm not THAT keen - it's simply that as a serial procrastinator I find it useful to have some sort of a framework to base my 'devotional life' around. Though to be honest, such 'devotions' as I have tend all too fequently to be of the 'Help!' or 'Whoops, Sorry!' genre. I'll never make a saint, you'll be sad to learn. Anyway, there I am steaming my way through the Song of Moses and Miriam from Exodus when I come across the description of God drowning the Pharoah's armies in the Red Sea. 'At the blast of your nostrils the sea covered them...' At this I collapsed - with visions of the Almighty - caught out without a hanky - covering the unfortunate Egyptians with strings of luminous green, sticky.......(Stop it right now, Miffy!). For all the world like the 'Spitting Image,' skit (remember them?) where a white haired, bearded God bumbles around apologizing profusely for all the ills of the world: 'Whoops, Sorry! I messed it up again!'
I think I'd best sign off now. Maybe the bracing breezes at the Wightmeet will clear my brain.