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Date: 20 October 2004 12:01:44
There's nothing like a tottering pile of ironing and a tax return demanding one's attention to make one's thoughts turn to higher things. Like your public and private personas. The sublime and the ridiculous. After yesterday's mini panic about the wibsite's brilliant summary of the Windsor Report ( another brownie point please! ) I read about the great baseball cap debate here: http://www.oxford.anglican.org/youthblog/archives/000063.html
and it made me think. Why is it that so many Christians nowadays appear to have had their sense of humour surgically removed? Adrian Plass put it brilliantly in his 'Sacred Diary' series when he described an overtly religious neighbour's reaction to a joke. It was a concept that simply didn't form a part of her brain's circuitry.
I've had the best of what I call my 'Barbara Wodehouse - blowing up horses' noses moments' (don't ask:)) with fellow Christians when I've been caught off- guard; not mostly during officially sanctioned 'fellowship' sessions (You WILL have fun or else!) Please, please, no one mention toilet ducks and labyrinths! And moving online, I reckon to have seen as much of love of God in numerous daft, off the wall, irreverent threads on Ship of Fools as ever I've experienced IRL as they say. Interesting.
Makes me wonder. What effect would it have on my 'Christian walk' (jargon alert, jargon alert) if my online persona were to break through into real life church settings? Come to think of it, what effect would it have on my poor, long suffering fellow Christians? Not altogether a bad thing, methinks, and it'd be rather more honest than I'm being at the moment. There was a brief, glorious moment at our last pcc meeting when I could feel it bubbling up and threatening to break through, thanks to a sotto voce remark from my neighbour re some 'unfortunate' but hilarious terminology in a report.
Or maybe not; at least, not at the pcc anyway. Let's start small.
Hmmm...