My experience of serving God over the years has taught me one significant lesson. That when significant things are witnessed or accomplished during that act of service, the euphoria, reinforced faith and sense of excitement at seeing God in action in people's lives is too often short lived.
This is mainly because reality often hits and I end up like a partially inflated balloon released in a room, spiralling and flying without clear direction before landing some distance from where I was a few seconds earlier.
But having returned from serving 200+ young people and their leaders alongside an amazingly talented and dedicated team of people this weekend, I want to make sure that I put down a marker so that the story of the weekend is not reduced to an insignificant time in my head, simply because of the looming shadow of real life creeping back in.
It was truly amazing to see salvation arriving into young lives, and great to have so many people come to a workshop I was involved with trying to get to grips with how we can be better ambassadors for our faith in the situations in which we live.
There's always hope. And God is at work. On the ground and in our communities, in real life situations, He is at work.
And that is worth remembering and looking out for. I don't just want to be someone who hears the stories of what God is doing, I want to be a part of it.
I hope I still feel this way tomorrow, and don't revert to feeling cynical and hopeless about the state of things.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
My Nominee for Young Theologian Of The Year
Those of you who have read this blog for sometime will now that working with young people has been a feature of my life for a considerable chunk of my life.
It's a great privilege that I take very seriously, although my default role in any youth team appears to have something to do with being the group clown and setting up and taking part in various silly games.
One of the best things is when I come across a comment of such profound truth out of the mouth of a young person, that I'm reminded that children and young people often have a far clearer grasp on issues of faith and theology that I do. Jesus even said as much.
All of this has been by way of build up to my favourite piece of youth related theology that I've heard this year.
Rachel was recently teaching a lesson in a school in Bristol, and I went along on my day off to support by being assigned to work with the most unruly child in the class.
The previous lesson had seen Rachel exploring the teaching point that we are made in the image of God. When asking if they could remember what this teaching point was from the last lesson, a hand shot up and the following gem was spoken:
'God's got a picture of us in his imagination'.
I like that. I get excited at the prospect of being someone who is made in the image of God, and that God has a picture of me in his imagination. That He sees and imagines the crazy and amazing things that we could be and do.
It's great to work with young people. I often think that I am working with some of the most profound theologians and they don't even realise it.
It's a great privilege that I take very seriously, although my default role in any youth team appears to have something to do with being the group clown and setting up and taking part in various silly games.
One of the best things is when I come across a comment of such profound truth out of the mouth of a young person, that I'm reminded that children and young people often have a far clearer grasp on issues of faith and theology that I do. Jesus even said as much.
All of this has been by way of build up to my favourite piece of youth related theology that I've heard this year.
Rachel was recently teaching a lesson in a school in Bristol, and I went along on my day off to support by being assigned to work with the most unruly child in the class.
The previous lesson had seen Rachel exploring the teaching point that we are made in the image of God. When asking if they could remember what this teaching point was from the last lesson, a hand shot up and the following gem was spoken:
'God's got a picture of us in his imagination'.
I like that. I get excited at the prospect of being someone who is made in the image of God, and that God has a picture of me in his imagination. That He sees and imagines the crazy and amazing things that we could be and do.
It's great to work with young people. I often think that I am working with some of the most profound theologians and they don't even realise it.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Analytics
I rather arrogantly added a tool to the code of this blog a while ago to check how much traffic it gets and where it comes from.
I checked my reports tonight for the first time in ages and am happy to report that I get an average of 0.55 visits a day.
Sadly, that includes the times I log on as well.
Is to keep blogging on here the equivalent of talking to myself?
(waits silently for 0.55 people to respond)
I checked my reports tonight for the first time in ages and am happy to report that I get an average of 0.55 visits a day.
Sadly, that includes the times I log on as well.
Is to keep blogging on here the equivalent of talking to myself?
(waits silently for 0.55 people to respond)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Ungrace
I want to write today because I'm fed up of being a person who is slowly but surely starting to play by the rules of the rest of the world. You know, getting angry at things that aren't important but that inconvenience me only. Joining in with the petty games and office politics like everyone else. Being so quick to be clever, quick to tease those I think are foolish.
I think I've forgotten that grace is my story.
A few years ago, when I was in a very dark place, grace was somehow very real to me. Because it was all I could hold onto.
The amazing truth that somehow, despite all the mess I made of things, God loved me and wanted me to know that. No matter what. So much so that he sent his Son to die to make sure that I could not lose that relationship of grace.
Slowly, things have changed in my life. I'm happily married now, with eyes open as to what the future holds. And yet, somehow I've started to be seduced by the prevailing culture of ungrace that I encounter everyday. I've begun to hold onto other things in my hands that mean I have started to lose my grip of the very thing that is the only thing worth holding onto.
I don't like it, and want to change. To get back to the place where I don't just have knowledge about God's grace and what it means, but where I know it at a deep level and where other people notice it and experience it through me.
I know that blogging about it doesn't solve anything; beating ungrace means choosing grace instead in anyone of hundreds of different difficult decisions on a daily basis.
But facing up to the fact that I'm not a great ambassador for the truth that has set me free has to be a starting point. And I write this here because I want anyone who is able to read this to be able to hold me accountable.
Help me not to be consumed by ungrace.
PS. Just as a footnote, ungrace does not appear in the spellchecker that blogger offers. To get it out of my vocabulary would be a great achievement.
I think I've forgotten that grace is my story.
A few years ago, when I was in a very dark place, grace was somehow very real to me. Because it was all I could hold onto.
The amazing truth that somehow, despite all the mess I made of things, God loved me and wanted me to know that. No matter what. So much so that he sent his Son to die to make sure that I could not lose that relationship of grace.
Slowly, things have changed in my life. I'm happily married now, with eyes open as to what the future holds. And yet, somehow I've started to be seduced by the prevailing culture of ungrace that I encounter everyday. I've begun to hold onto other things in my hands that mean I have started to lose my grip of the very thing that is the only thing worth holding onto.
I don't like it, and want to change. To get back to the place where I don't just have knowledge about God's grace and what it means, but where I know it at a deep level and where other people notice it and experience it through me.
I know that blogging about it doesn't solve anything; beating ungrace means choosing grace instead in anyone of hundreds of different difficult decisions on a daily basis.
But facing up to the fact that I'm not a great ambassador for the truth that has set me free has to be a starting point. And I write this here because I want anyone who is able to read this to be able to hold me accountable.
Help me not to be consumed by ungrace.
PS. Just as a footnote, ungrace does not appear in the spellchecker that blogger offers. To get it out of my vocabulary would be a great achievement.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Looking For An EXIT
All good art should prompt a response of some kind. This video has been about for a while, but wanted to ensure people could see it via my blog.
It's great art. It needs people to make the response that goes beyond acknowledging that this is a problem and get onboard with fighting the issue of human traffiking.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Taking It Wherever It Goes
Shock news about the band whose music I have listened to more than any over the last ten years:
http://www.delirious.co.uk/html/news/20080706/60/the-end-of-an-era.html
I'm grateful to the Delirious family for soundtracking much of my teenage and early adult years, providing comfort, inspiration, excitement and challenge in the seasons I have seen so far.
It's hard to get out of a job you hate. It must be even harder to opt to bring something to an end and do something else when you have a safe little environment and lots of people who would love you to carry on doing what you are doing.
That we'd all have the courage to keep in step with the Spirit and risk new, possibly even unpopular things rather than sticking to the path you know.
And may we all be saved from the 'kingdom of comfort'.
Thanks for everything guys. See you in October for the last time.
http://www.delirious.co.uk/html/news/20080706/60/the-end-of-an-era.html
I'm grateful to the Delirious family for soundtracking much of my teenage and early adult years, providing comfort, inspiration, excitement and challenge in the seasons I have seen so far.
It's hard to get out of a job you hate. It must be even harder to opt to bring something to an end and do something else when you have a safe little environment and lots of people who would love you to carry on doing what you are doing.
That we'd all have the courage to keep in step with the Spirit and risk new, possibly even unpopular things rather than sticking to the path you know.
And may we all be saved from the 'kingdom of comfort'.
Thanks for everything guys. See you in October for the last time.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Leap?
So close and yet so far.
Thirty feet up, with only another step to go. And then a leap of faith to a nearby trapeze swing.
I froze.
The pole was swaying in the breeze, I could feel cramp start to shoot into my right leg as my body tried to talk me out of this highly dangerous activity.
I hate failing and the fact that I could not reach the summit of this high ropes challenge. I was afraid to fail. Afraid to fall.
Not once did I test the rope that would have taken my weight had I dared to step out. I gave no thought to the fact that if I did fall, someone would ensure I was supported. I couldn't do it in my own ability, and gave up.
I'm supposed to be a person of faith.
At the top of that pole, I realised that I'm still well short of being able to step out in faith and take the risk.
The fear of humiliation and failure still features too closely at the front of my mind.
I wonder how life would be different if I had the courage to take more leaps of faith.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Free
I was on the phone to an angry person today.
They hadn't received something and were unhappy and wanted me to know about it.
It was to do with something they were going to get for free and when I mentioned this, they said the following:
'I know it's free, but I'm asking for it on my terms, not yours. That's not too much to ask is it?'
I'm sure they were being angry and weren't aware of the astute theological observation they had just made.
I hope to be able to remember my shock in response to that statement next time I am tempted to moan at God about something not being quite in line with how I want things to be in what is a life full of blessing and love.
To enjoy the free things given to me, not try to manipulate them into working out on my terms.
They hadn't received something and were unhappy and wanted me to know about it.
It was to do with something they were going to get for free and when I mentioned this, they said the following:
'I know it's free, but I'm asking for it on my terms, not yours. That's not too much to ask is it?'
I'm sure they were being angry and weren't aware of the astute theological observation they had just made.
I hope to be able to remember my shock in response to that statement next time I am tempted to moan at God about something not being quite in line with how I want things to be in what is a life full of blessing and love.
To enjoy the free things given to me, not try to manipulate them into working out on my terms.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Dictionary Corner
I like the word 'thrive'.
There's plans afoot in my part of the world to start something new in our neighbourhood, and thrive is the word in my head over the last few days once again and would I'd love the project to be referred to by this one word. But it's not all my decision as to what the name will be but I would dream that helping others to thrive is the very least the project would achieve in this community.
So here's the etymological bit:
thrive (thrv)
intr.v. thrived or throve (thrv), thrived or thriv·en (thrvn), thriv·ing, thrives
1. To make steady progress; prosper.
2. To grow vigourously; flourish
I like that the word is realistic- you can't grow vigourously without first making steady progress.
I pray that for you, today would bring steady progress that leads to you growing vigourously. Flourishing.
In short, that you would thrive.
There's plans afoot in my part of the world to start something new in our neighbourhood, and thrive is the word in my head over the last few days once again and would I'd love the project to be referred to by this one word. But it's not all my decision as to what the name will be but I would dream that helping others to thrive is the very least the project would achieve in this community.
So here's the etymological bit:
thrive (thrv)
intr.v. thrived or throve (thrv), thrived or thriv·en (thrvn), thriv·ing, thrives
1. To make steady progress; prosper.
2. To grow vigourously; flourish
I like that the word is realistic- you can't grow vigourously without first making steady progress.
I pray that for you, today would bring steady progress that leads to you growing vigourously. Flourishing.
In short, that you would thrive.
Monday, June 16, 2008
How To Save O-Live
I write today with compost on my keyboard. It has been my first attempt at repotting the olive tree that we purchased from the Eden Project and over the last seven weeks has become increasingly poorly.
As I got my hands dirty and carefully removed Olive from her plastic pot to a larger metal pot I was reminded that sometimes you need to be in new surroundings to ensure that you have continued life, rather stay in a place that is not enabling you to thrive.
And I wonder why it is easy to do this for plants, but not so easy for me to do for myself.
As I got my hands dirty and carefully removed Olive from her plastic pot to a larger metal pot I was reminded that sometimes you need to be in new surroundings to ensure that you have continued life, rather stay in a place that is not enabling you to thrive.
And I wonder why it is easy to do this for plants, but not so easy for me to do for myself.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I Might Be Wrong
I finally saw Radiohead play live on Saturday night. A full eleven years since I gave up my tickets (yes, in 1997-the OK Computer era) to take part in a mission as part of my church ministry training).
I enjoyed myself but Rachel and I were left to discuss the merits of their approach to playing live. No simple matter of just playing the greatest hits for this band. You get all the new stuff, a few older classics but certainly none of the greatest hits. My personal favourite, Paranoid Android, got an airing on the Friday gig but not at the show I attended.
Now, you could say that the paying crowd should get what they have come for, and bands like U2 and Rolling Stones certainly make sure they play the hits that the people coming to the show know and love them for.
But I can't shake the feeling that Radiohead's approach to not being what the crowd expect can give me an insight into what happened when Jesus' preaching caused a whole bunch of people to get up and walk home. Was it when they didn't hear what they expected to hear from a rabbi's teaching that they walked?
And I was reminded that it not always the right move to court the popular path. Sometimes what you think is right will get you into conflict, especially if you you present something different to what is expected.
I enjoyed myself but Rachel and I were left to discuss the merits of their approach to playing live. No simple matter of just playing the greatest hits for this band. You get all the new stuff, a few older classics but certainly none of the greatest hits. My personal favourite, Paranoid Android, got an airing on the Friday gig but not at the show I attended.
Now, you could say that the paying crowd should get what they have come for, and bands like U2 and Rolling Stones certainly make sure they play the hits that the people coming to the show know and love them for.
But I can't shake the feeling that Radiohead's approach to not being what the crowd expect can give me an insight into what happened when Jesus' preaching caused a whole bunch of people to get up and walk home. Was it when they didn't hear what they expected to hear from a rabbi's teaching that they walked?
And I was reminded that it not always the right move to court the popular path. Sometimes what you think is right will get you into conflict, especially if you you present something different to what is expected.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Opening It Up To The Floor
Time for some interaction for anyone who is out there.
One of the assignments I am working on at the moment is a youthwork session for 11-15year olds on the topic of Jesus' teaching that serving others is real greatness.
Part of the session has to include a film clip that backs up the key point.
So far today, I've not been able to think of a single well known film clip where there is a clear demonstration of choosing to serve others above themselves.
Any ideas? I promise I'll give credit to anyone who comes up with an idea that makes it into the completed session.
Maybe Hollywood is just not on board with the idea of serving others.
One of the assignments I am working on at the moment is a youthwork session for 11-15year olds on the topic of Jesus' teaching that serving others is real greatness.
Part of the session has to include a film clip that backs up the key point.
So far today, I've not been able to think of a single well known film clip where there is a clear demonstration of choosing to serve others above themselves.
Any ideas? I promise I'll give credit to anyone who comes up with an idea that makes it into the completed session.
Maybe Hollywood is just not on board with the idea of serving others.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Air Banding
A summary of why rock music is brilliant. A deleted scene that acts as a reminder that I am overdue a viewing of one of my favourite films of all time. And also a celebration of the fact that I have worked out how to embed video clips into blog posts.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Light Relief
To all those who thought that Paul would never work as the name of a place to live. And for anyone who has ever felt present but half a mile a way at the same time.
Stealing Time
Occasionally I get to write on this blog as I have no-one else to talk to. Tonight, for the first time since 26th April, I am alone in the flat I now share with my wife who is away in Europe with work.
And the flat already feels empty. There is space that would normally be filled with me expressing the frustrations of the day, making little in-jokes and many bad puns, chewing over issues of theology and how we want to be better followers of Jesus.
I'm frustrated as I was supposed to use this time to complete one or both of the two writing assignments I have left half finished.
It's not because I'm lonely or bored or apathetic or afraid. I'm just plain tired.
My job involves listening to lots of complaints and trying to resolve them, and for tonight, this state of ungrace has polluted me to the point at which I cannot honestly write about hope and change.
So I'm frustrated at being worn down and unable to do the things I have to get done and want to get done. And weary from the ongoing problem of doing jobs I don't enjoy doing that stop me being able to do the things I do enjoy doing.
It's a dangerous place to be in, and I'm reminded again of the need to steal time for the things you love. But today I'm aware of the need to ensure that there is ample energy and creativity on tap to be able to make the most of the chores and tasks that you do enjoy.
And the flat already feels empty. There is space that would normally be filled with me expressing the frustrations of the day, making little in-jokes and many bad puns, chewing over issues of theology and how we want to be better followers of Jesus.
I'm frustrated as I was supposed to use this time to complete one or both of the two writing assignments I have left half finished.
It's not because I'm lonely or bored or apathetic or afraid. I'm just plain tired.
My job involves listening to lots of complaints and trying to resolve them, and for tonight, this state of ungrace has polluted me to the point at which I cannot honestly write about hope and change.
So I'm frustrated at being worn down and unable to do the things I have to get done and want to get done. And weary from the ongoing problem of doing jobs I don't enjoy doing that stop me being able to do the things I do enjoy doing.
It's a dangerous place to be in, and I'm reminded again of the need to steal time for the things you love. But today I'm aware of the need to ensure that there is ample energy and creativity on tap to be able to make the most of the chores and tasks that you do enjoy.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Blessed (Possible Reprise)
I'm sat on the sofa of my flat, spinning around worries about the shift of work I start at 2pm this afternoon. I don't enjoy late shifts and I'm not actually sure I'm any good at the job I have recently moved to. And I worry what the consequences of that will be. Will I be fired? Will I have to leave and forever be explaining why there is a short term job on my CV? How will I pay the rent if either of the first two happen?
However, in light of what I have just written in my previous post, I felt that I should write all the areas in which I am greatly blessed, so I focus on what I have than about what I don't have and can't obtain by worrying.
A wonderful wife whose love never stops amazing me.
A dedicated family, both immediate and now extended who are supportive and just great to be around.
A great set of friends who have stuck with me through thick and thin,bringing with them many hours of laughter and inspiration.
An inspirational church family, not just located to one church or denomination, but who challenge and push me to be more Christlike in the way I approach everyday life.
I feel that I have gone down this road on a blog before, but I think there is nothing wrong in sometimes writing up again what is true- that I have so much to be thankful for, that should take up more of my time than worrying about what I am not, or do not have.
I am blessed.
However, in light of what I have just written in my previous post, I felt that I should write all the areas in which I am greatly blessed, so I focus on what I have than about what I don't have and can't obtain by worrying.
A wonderful wife whose love never stops amazing me.
A dedicated family, both immediate and now extended who are supportive and just great to be around.
A great set of friends who have stuck with me through thick and thin,bringing with them many hours of laughter and inspiration.
An inspirational church family, not just located to one church or denomination, but who challenge and push me to be more Christlike in the way I approach everyday life.
I feel that I have gone down this road on a blog before, but I think there is nothing wrong in sometimes writing up again what is true- that I have so much to be thankful for, that should take up more of my time than worrying about what I am not, or do not have.
I am blessed.
A Tonic For Compassion Fatigue
There's so much hurt on the news at the moment as we see the suffering of people in Burma and China in the wake of devastating natural disasters.
Combine that with our own headlines about credit crunches and inflation and the temptation is there to feather our own nests rather than make a sacrifice to help people we will never meet. One of the youth work sessions I have been commissioned to write this term is on apathy and how seeing people in need and not responding is a sin.
It's in the midst of this that I received a letter from the family of the child I sponsor yesterday, and their closing statement was to boldly state that they love me for the support I give to them. And that's only a few pounds a month which makes a massive difference to a family I may never meet. To hear of their gratitude and love for me when my support equates to a letter a month and a few less treats in the shopping basket is truly humbling.
Whereas we may never know the names of the people in Burma or China who are helped by our generosity, it literally could be the difference between them living and dying. We literally can be heroes to these people even if we are not there among the ruins of their cities.
There's a current billboard poster for Oxfam near my house at the moment that says:
'Get rich quick. Give'.
I can imagine a carpenter from Nazareth sharing the same sentiments.
Combine that with our own headlines about credit crunches and inflation and the temptation is there to feather our own nests rather than make a sacrifice to help people we will never meet. One of the youth work sessions I have been commissioned to write this term is on apathy and how seeing people in need and not responding is a sin.
It's in the midst of this that I received a letter from the family of the child I sponsor yesterday, and their closing statement was to boldly state that they love me for the support I give to them. And that's only a few pounds a month which makes a massive difference to a family I may never meet. To hear of their gratitude and love for me when my support equates to a letter a month and a few less treats in the shopping basket is truly humbling.
Whereas we may never know the names of the people in Burma or China who are helped by our generosity, it literally could be the difference between them living and dying. We literally can be heroes to these people even if we are not there among the ruins of their cities.
There's a current billboard poster for Oxfam near my house at the moment that says:
'Get rich quick. Give'.
I can imagine a carpenter from Nazareth sharing the same sentiments.
Monday, May 12, 2008
April 27th-May 2nd 2008
A car full of balloons.
Lunch at a motorway services.
Achtung Baby.
Steep slopes.
Aggressive seagulls.
Wide Open Spaces.
Birdsong.
Violet Hill.
The middle of nowhere.
Eden.
Sea view
Cup of tea at a motorway service station.
Home.
A new life.
Lunch at a motorway services.
Achtung Baby.
Steep slopes.
Aggressive seagulls.
Wide Open Spaces.
Birdsong.
Violet Hill.
The middle of nowhere.
Eden.
Sea view
Cup of tea at a motorway service station.
Home.
A new life.
Let There Be Hope
I've noticed a lot of cynicism around me lately.
Rachel and I got married two weeks ago and are still very much enjoying married life.
However, the cynicism I've become aware of isn't between us, but on behalf of those acknowledging our happiness. The cynicism is typically accompanied by such encouraging gems as:
'Let's see if you're this happy in forty years'
'You'll soon learn what married life is all about'
Now, I'm a realist and fully accept that our newlywed euphoria is a current thing, and in years to come there will be challenges to our life and love for each other. And I am not naive enough to believe that these will not be diffcult and testing times.
However, my request to those who have given us such advice so far, and may do in the coming weeks is this- please, please offer us hope.
If you want to give us advice on marriage, make it practical advice like our friend Tad who suggests that arguments are done on the sofa with a cup of tea.
But please don't reflect negative ideas on us just because the British culture does not like to celebrate good things, nor believe they can last when good things do emerge.
Let's believe that love can last in a world that sees it as a seasonal, disposable thing.
Let's offer hope, not cynicism to those just starting out on the journey.
Let us newlyweds rekindle what it was like for you all those years ago and let us remind you all of that you once hoped for, and still can.
Let there be hope.
Rachel and I got married two weeks ago and are still very much enjoying married life.
However, the cynicism I've become aware of isn't between us, but on behalf of those acknowledging our happiness. The cynicism is typically accompanied by such encouraging gems as:
'Let's see if you're this happy in forty years'
'You'll soon learn what married life is all about'
Now, I'm a realist and fully accept that our newlywed euphoria is a current thing, and in years to come there will be challenges to our life and love for each other. And I am not naive enough to believe that these will not be diffcult and testing times.
However, my request to those who have given us such advice so far, and may do in the coming weeks is this- please, please offer us hope.
If you want to give us advice on marriage, make it practical advice like our friend Tad who suggests that arguments are done on the sofa with a cup of tea.
But please don't reflect negative ideas on us just because the British culture does not like to celebrate good things, nor believe they can last when good things do emerge.
Let's believe that love can last in a world that sees it as a seasonal, disposable thing.
Let's offer hope, not cynicism to those just starting out on the journey.
Let us newlyweds rekindle what it was like for you all those years ago and let us remind you all of that you once hoped for, and still can.
Let there be hope.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Solid Rock Star
It's not often I refer to other places to go on the web, and I seem to have done it a lot these last few posts. But you really should visit the new Craig Borlase blog. The link to his site is on the links panel below.
Once you are there, obviously take in how good his thoughts are, but you need to check out the post entitled 'Aversion Therapy' and watch the video of Bono's speech to the NAACP.
It's Bono at his best. Whatever your opinion of him, try to put it aside and just listen to his message- it's passionate, powerful and prophetic.
It'll certainly make you think and maybe even get you to your feet by the end of the speech.
Be warned: it's challenging stuff. If statements like 'love thy neighbour is not a piece of advice. It's a command' offend you, then best avoid it altogether. But seeing as you're reading my blog, I reckon you might at least be interested in checking out this clip.
Thanks to Craig for drawing my attention to the clip and for being consistently profound on your blog.
Once you are there, obviously take in how good his thoughts are, but you need to check out the post entitled 'Aversion Therapy' and watch the video of Bono's speech to the NAACP.
It's Bono at his best. Whatever your opinion of him, try to put it aside and just listen to his message- it's passionate, powerful and prophetic.
It'll certainly make you think and maybe even get you to your feet by the end of the speech.
Be warned: it's challenging stuff. If statements like 'love thy neighbour is not a piece of advice. It's a command' offend you, then best avoid it altogether. But seeing as you're reading my blog, I reckon you might at least be interested in checking out this clip.
Thanks to Craig for drawing my attention to the clip and for being consistently profound on your blog.
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