I don’t know whether it’s borne out by the words, but my early memories of church left me with an impression of singing hymns about the idyllic days of Jesus and his disciples wandering around Galilee and everyone being happy. But in Sunday’s Lectionary, the Mark reading starts like this… “Now after John was arrested…” Jesus lived in a cruel world, with dangerous political cross-currents. (And Judaea can’t have been so unconnected with Galilee.) If the good news of God and the love of Christ can survive in that world, they can survive anywhere.
It’s raining here quite heavily: I’m not going anywhere. Of course I would if I had to, but I don’t so I shan’t. Please continue to pray for people whose homes and businesses, fields and streets lie in flood-prone areas. Please pray for a beginning to the end of human-caused global climate change.
Janet pointed me to this yesterday. There’s a lot of Christians (in the UK as well as the US) who will gladly categorise those they disagree with, so as to exclude them… “For what I have come to see is exactly the point Jemar Tisby makes, that language like feminist and CRT can quickly become markers of core identity when they are used as tools of exclusion.” (my italics) …and then the label sticks.