As a new Christian I read the narrative (as I thought it was) of Matthew’s gospel and was captured by it. I read on in Mark and Luke, and then came to John.
Even I could see that the first verses of John were not narrative. This was poetry, and its grandeur instantly grabbed my attention! In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God...
But then I came to this bizarre quasi-narrative of Jesus choosing his disciples. It is not only very different from the stories in the other three gospels, which I had effortlessly, and naively, melded together into the one story. It is not even a good story. If I turned this in as part of an essay, it would come back with red biro all over it.
Doesn’t make sense! would bounce out from the page.... Read on >>>>
All documents have a context which shapes how we read them. We read a scientific paper with different eyes and expectations from those we hold for a newspaper article or an article from The Onion. The truth and intent within an Onionarticle with pictures of palm trees growing among the icebergs of Greenland may be to warn us about global warming. But if we sit aghast at that photo, thinking such palm trees really do grow in Greenland, we have fundamentally misunderstood what we are reading. Also, the whole office will laugh at our expense.... Read on >>>>
In the beginning, I loved Paul. I loved the “how to” sections at the end of the letters, and the one and two liners throughout. He explained the meaning and application of the gospel stories to me.
With a little more wisdom, I became disenchanted. I told my spiritual director, “Where I can actually understand him, I disagree with him!” He seemed foundational for all the reactionary rot the church engaged in. He seemed the darling of that part of the church which alienated and abused me, and others. I was not yet wise enough to see that their misuse of him did not mean he was one of them.... Read on >>>>
In this Year of Mark, we have already considered some of the verses set for this week. (Advent 2) My colleague Louis van Laar has written
The 'year of Mark' indeed! With texts from Matthew, Luke and especially John added to some from Mark, the year should be renamed! In true Australian fashion it could be called the 'Mongrel Year!' .... A quick check of the 52 Sundays in year B showed that on 22 of them the Gospel reading was NOT from Mark.
We will need to work hard to hear Mark’s word about Jesus, rather than the preoccupation of the Lectioners who chose the readings for this year. Mark has his own christology; his own story of the meaning and significance of claiming Jesus is the Christ.... Read on >>>>
I am exploring why I struggle with so much Christian worship. I find many services I attend boring, even offensive. I often struggle to lead worship.
How does one lead worship speaking to a God in whom one does not believe? How does one relate to a worship community, and find meaning, when the God of which they speak makes no sense?... Read on >>>>
After the familiar story of Christmas, Luke draws us on into a strange world of purification, sacrifice, and aged prophets.
The story is as deliberately crafted as the story of Christmas night; it is the continuation of his birth, but is almost invisible in Australia, even in church. We are mostly focussed on the cricket by now, unless we are among those reluctantly going back to work. No one is much interested in obscure Jewish birth rites.
In a week or two, those of us whose major meditations have been Sachin’s failure to make a century of centuries, may begin to think more deeply about the nature of life, as our job calls us back to reality. Those who have no job in the new year will be grimly considering survival strategies. For some, for most of the world in fact, there will have been little or no respite from the struggle to survive.
Luke speaks into this struggle... Read on >>>>
Did you see the film called The Matrix?
The Matrix began with a young man being offered a choice between a blue pill, and a red pill. The blue pill would allow him to continue his ordinary life. The red pill would wake him up and allow him to learn the truth about the world in which he lived.....
I want to suggest that one of the Christmas presents we receive each year, is the offer of a blue pill or a red pill....
Back in Jesus’ day there were no movies, so if you wanted to do a blue pill - red pill movie, you had to write a book— and lots of people did that. We have read from one of those books today; The Gospel Of Luke.
We can read the Gospel of Luke, and the other Christian Gospels, come to that, just like people watched the movie. We can say, “It’s just a story.” Or we can think deeply about the alternative reality the gospel is showing us.
Do you remember that the blue pill is about going back to sleep? The people who take the blue pill arenot the non church goers who don’t know about the true meaning of Christmas. Luke was written for people who were already Christians!... Read on >>>>
“Why is this night different from all other nights?” It is the question of the Passover.
“Why is this child different from all other children?” could be the question of Christmas.
There were four delightful little children at church on Sunday. They were passed around, carried and fussed over by the older children, the women, and even some of the men.
They are precocious, precious, and full of potential. Nelson is rapidly learning English. “This is the body of Christ, broken for you,” I told him. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you very much!” His solemnly sincere Indian-Australian pronouncement melted every heart gathered round the table.
Riley wobbled out the front to visit Grandpa at the piano, but was distracted into a wider ranging safari, and had to be rescued by Grandma as he began to assess the data projector.... Read on >>>>
I’m preaching today to the people who have had enough.
I’m preaching to the people who are tired, and who have had a really rough year;
those of us with the constant work pressure that grinds us down;
those of us who are separated from the ones we love, and are slowly worn down with the burden of our family being spread out across the world. We can’t help them when they are sick, or struggling...
We’ve all had this kind of year in some measure, and we’ve had enough. Yet we are the fortunate ones!... Read on >>>>
This site is about celebrating life. My own life is too busy; my work is almost designed to keep me from reflection and enjoyment. In the busyness and competition of life, it is hard, especially for men, to be honest about fears and feelings. All this works against celebrating and enjoying life except in a most shallow fashion.
One Man's Web has grown haphazardly, reflecting the interests of friends and myself. You will find abandoned blind alleys, ideas we no longer adhere to, things we never believed but "hung out there" to see what would happen. There are areas where I am remain passionate, but can't keep up; the area on Australia's refugees is one.
If you find some enjoyment or challenge here, I am glad. Celebrate life!
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