Today I witnessed a short conversation between two people under 30. One asked the other about their religious convictions, or something like that. The other replied that they were Roman Catholic, but didn't paticipate anymore, or since the age of 5. I asked why he bothered to continue to identify himself with something he left behind so long ago.

Nothing new here I'm afraid.

How do we decide? The existentialists leave us alone to make our decisions. I used to think that Christian Existentialism was a beautiful thing. I paint the picture of my life and then at the end, God and I sit down and look at the finished product, the product of my brushstrokes. He tells me what I did right and wrong and shows me how he blended the strokes I'd messed up.

But lately and increasingly, I am plain beginning to fear using the wrong colours.

What do you think of the idea that "No one ever gave so much as Jesus gave."?  This is a lyric I heard recently in a song I am judging for the Gospel Music Association of Canada and it refers to the crucifixion of Jesus.  It's Biblical to say that to give ones life for his friends is the greatest display of love (John 15:13).  So this means that Jesus displayed the greatest possible display of love.  Does it mean that no one could ever also have give as much?  I could die for my friends

My last blog argued that the false dichotomy is the plague of human thought, especially thought about Jesus. Here is another example: Ricky Gervais' 'testimony' of how he found out that God doesn't exist. I think that he was the British precursor to Steve Carell on the original version of the Office. He was also very funny as the museum director who couldn't verbally compose any of his frustrated encounters with Ben Stiller despite having a PhD (A Night at the Museum). I guess he just wasn't a people person.

http://www.rickygervais.com/bestlife.php
 

This weekend I was driving past a church with a sign that said something like this,

"When the birds are singing its God's laughter."

I was thinking about this and then I thought,

"No it isn't."

Recently on a YWAM missions trip, the speaker made us perform an experiment, an outlandishly uncomfortable experiment. In order to accustomize us fully to the presence of those around us, we were asked to make eye contact, with either a stranger or someone we knew, for one full minute. One full minute.