Dear Mr Ball,
I remember years ago being brought by my mum and some friends to see the Reduced Shakespeare company play of the Bible in Belfast. I must have been about 12 or 13.
I love comedy and I love God. Sometimes we think that the two are incompatible. That for some reason God calls us to complete reverence when it comes to Him and certainly when it comes to the Bible itself.
I would love to ask you what about the play when you saw it upset you so much? Continue reading
Offense, distrust, anger and hatred. These are terms that can be used to sum up many conversations that happen on social media today.
You will find people who you agree with wholeheartedly but equally so you will find people who say something you find offensive or disagree with completely. How we react to these people is very important. How we engage with these people will determine whether the conversation becomes just that or whether it turns into a war of words.
The question I have been asking lately has been one of the place satire has in reacting to views that are wrong and need to be shown to have no place in our world.
Is satire the best approach to make fun of politicians or does it only succeed at angering the people it pokes fun at, therefore rendering any potential useful discussion obsolete? Continue reading
With the recent discovery of an ancient papyrus text (not to be confused with papryka) suggesting Jesus may have indeed had a Mrs. Jesus I wonder just how good a husband Jesus would have been. Apart from the endless travelling and the hours spent away working I’m pretty sure Jesus would have been the best husband ever. Here are a few benefits of being married to the Son of God.
You come home from a long day at work, all you want to do is kick back and relax and watch an episode of Galilee Shore, but you have a dinner to cook for the Messiah. Knowing there is nothing in the fridge you panic. Fear not, despite your humble husband’s long day of healing the sick and reprimanding the religious, Jesus has time to turn a couple of measly rocks into a 4 course banquet. And of course there are plenty of leftovers for tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And the ne…..
If you are a husband you probably know this one too well. Your wife seems distant, there is clearly tension and you know something is up. But you can’t quite put your finger on it. Was it something you said, something you did, or the actual answer, something you didn’t do? Well having our Lord as your spouse now renders the statement, “If you don’t know already then there’s no point telling you” redundant. With his psychic powers of knowing what someone is thinking before they even do, your perfect husband knows exactly what’s wrong and has got the flowers and chocolate ready. Not to mention a glass of wine literally on tap.
If Jesus was married, perhaps he had kids too. And what kid doesn’t love a good bed time story. And who better to tell one than Jesus Christ the parable teller? If there was ever someone you wanted to tell you a good yarn it was Jesus. Plus whenever those awkward questions about life crop up, no longer do you have to be stumped and not prepared, simply smile and tell your kids “ask your Dad”
Most wives have to put up with husbands thinking they can fix anything and everything. But your husband just happens to be a divine carpenter and handy man. So when the TV’s on the blink and the washing machine chooses to flood the kitchen just before Passover week, when all the electricians and plumbers are off for the festivities, don’t worry. Your number 1 guy’s healing hands reach further than just the average blind or crippled man. DIY Jesus is the man for the job.
However, maybe Jesus was more of a typical husband that I’d like to imagine. After all He thought He was always right, He had a habit of going off without telling you and His buddies were always around.
Perhaps there’s hope for the rest of us after all.
For a long time I judged the effectiveness of prayers by the number of prayer hums they received.
Those little sounds of affirmation that we give each other when we pray together. Go through a long prayer without as much as a sigh from someone and you feel like you have wasted your time. Actually a sigh might be worse. It might be a sign that you’re going on a little bit too long about how you want healed from your man flu. You’re getting no sympathy there buddy. Unless you’re just praying with men. Then the hums might be deafening.
Maybe it’s a Northern Irish thing. We’re too reserved to be shouting out Amen’s all over the place so instead we just grunt. Don’t want to be getting too big headed now.
But actually I have come to love the Prayer hum. I used to think that people only did it so they sounded holy themselves. You know like, “oh yeah God, what she said, that’s good! See how in love I am with you”. Like pretending you were fans of Cat Nap all along. Continue reading