turn or burn

I did my degree in Environmental chemistry from ’96 – ’99 and before that in high school we were taught about global warming.
It doesn’t seem like that long ago in one way but another way it was 25 years ago.
I have known about things like global warming for that long.

Yet here we are, here I am.  The world is in grave peril and we’re still not really prepared to do anything about it apart from a few token gestures. We need to get a grip. Our governments need to get a grip

This needs completely radical action. Especially from us who have lived in the ‘developed’ world. As we’re the ones who have frittered away so much of the earths resources through our wasteful consumption.

We may think it is normal to live with certain things, but the fact is that we’ve been greedy. We taken more than our fair share. We need to change our ways. An old Christian word would probably be ‘repent’. We need to start repenting. To borrow an old phrase we need to ‘turn or burn’.

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The Night Before the Final

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It’s the last day in May, 2019. I’m nervous and excited.
I hope Spurs win tomorrow night but I will try to not get too deflated if they don’t.

It is only a game after all.

Yet despite logically knowing it’s only a game I would still really like to see Spurs win something big for once in my lifetime. Because the big fear is that we might never get another chance. We aren’t serial winners of anything, which in a way suits me as I’d feel guilty if we started winning everything.

Yes, football is only a game and yet it may often seem like more than that.
In many ways it has become one of the most constant thing in my life, an anchor during my time here when so much has been changing.

Life in Galway always seems to be in flux,  people trundling bags around the place looking for their Airbnb, people coming and then going out of your life, slightly guarded neighbours.
I’ve found it hard to make friends for different reasons over the last 6 years while feeling disconnected from the ones I had, the world is hard to get a handle on. So because you feel a bit isolated and lonely it means you’re ready to join a club or tribe, or maybe become more a bit more embroiled in one you are already a member of.

And so it is that Spurs have been something of a constant and something I feel like I have managed to get a handle on.
In a world of constant flux and change is something that helps make sense of things. Because it’s fundamentally the same as it’s always been except for the odd tweak here and there. Football has pretty much remained unchanged since I started watching it unlike many other things. Which I value in a world of flux.
I understand why following a team can become something akin to a religion for some people. They know the rules and can follow what happens. At the end of the game there is usually some type of result that can be understood and processed. It’s like if you cut the grass or paint a wall, you can see the result of your work and know where you stand. It’s nice to have results, especially if you do art or some other jobs where its hard to measure results.

At the end of the season you finish in a certain position. You feel like you might belong to some sort of a community or tribe where you hold certain opinions and things in common without embarrassment.  You might make friends through it and feel less alone.
Yes, it’s only a game but there is something about the game that plugs into very real human needs. I  can see why some people treat sport like something akin to a religion.

Mauricio Pochettino arrived not long after we arrived here, which has also coincided with Spurs actually being pretty good. They challenged for a league title the year Leicester won, they’ve played good football and the mentality of being ‘Spursy’ is slowly being shaken off.  So it’s hard to explain but the journey of my strange time here Galway is roughly tied up this current version of Tottenham Hotspur.

And now, tomorrow night they’re playing in the biggest club final of the lot, the Champions League final. Unbelievable!

Stupid people think that the only thing that matters is winning a trophy. If that was the case there would be little or no enjoyment for the vast number of fans. I’ve enjoyed this season so much with a couple of the best football games I’ve ever seen. If there is one word to describe the journey so far I’d pick the word ‘grace’. It’s the moment when you think that Spurs are going to get through against Man City, only for Sterling to score and you sink because that’s Spurs being Spurs….only for this new thing called VAR coming into play and changing the reality again. It’s when you’re 3-0 down at Ajax and the Lucas Moura sweeps the ball into the goal last seconds and you’re going through.

Because of those moments of grace (or luck!) in getting this far I’d like to think that losing the final to Liverpool won’t matter so much. It’s been so much fun coming so far that you’ll always remember those unexpected results.

On the other hand though maybe I’m writing my first blog in ages the night before the Champions League final as this feeling of excitement, hope, possibilities might be the pinnacle of my experience as a Spurs fan, so I just want to enjoy it before Liverpool thump us 4-1 or something like that and I feel miserable for the rest of the weekend.

Anyway, may the best team win and COYS! (obviously)

When you play like that it’s OK to lose

Playing a staid and a standardized football, is that really playing?…To win without magic, without surprise or beauty, isn’t that worse than losing? In 1994, during the Spanish championship, Real Madrid were defeated by Sporting Gijon. But the men of Real Madrid played with enthusiasm, a word that originally meant ‘having the gods within’. The coach, Jorge Valdano, beamed at the players in the dressing room: ‘When you play like that,’ he told them ‘it’s OK to lose.’
Eduardo Galeano, Football in Sun and Shadow

I regret (Google Autocomplete)

A lot of things, adopting, all my decisions, all my tattoos, abortion.
Breaking up with him, being a doctor, buying my house, becoming a doctor, being born.
Cutting my hair, cutting my hair short, cheating, cutting my hair, college.
Dumping her, dumping him, divorcing my wife, doing something, dating my ex.
Everything, everything I do.

For my mistake, falling in love with you, falling in love
Getting married, gastric sleeve, going to college, getting bangs, getting a puppy.
Having children, having a child, having a baby, hurting her, hurting you.
It
Joining a soroity, joining the military, joining the airforce, joining the navy, joining a fraternity
Knowing you, kissing him, keeping my baby, kissing my friends.

Letting him go, leaving my wife for another woman, leaving her for someone else, leaving my family for another woman
My abortion, marrying my husband, my life choices, meeting you, my tattoo.
Nothing
Opeing up, only sleeping with one person
Pushing her away, pushing him away, perming my hair, parenthood
Quitting my job, quitting, quitting baseball

Rejecting him, rejecting her, rejecting the nice guy, retiring early, resigning
So much, sleeping with my ex, studying abroad, sleeping with him, sleeping around
To inform you, that I have but one life, the day I met you, the time I wasted
Using her, using steroids, unfriending my ex, university, unfriending.
Voting, voting for Hilary, voting leave
What I did, what I said, wasting my time
buying an X Box
You
Friendzoning him, moving to New Zealand

on being a minister’s husband in a certain denomination

I have been pondering the issue of women in church leadership a lot for the last few weeks.

If you don’t know me you might be thinking ‘OK, that’s a pretty weird thing to be thinking about’ :but it’s not for me. Because unusually  I’ve found myself attending a church where the minister is a woman.

And even more unusually I happen to be married to her.

I’m not talking about her though (well I am I suppose….but not really). I’m talking about things from my perspective.

In a way my perspective is even less common than that of female minister in PCI, it’s that of a husband of PCI minister. I’m a freak!

This pondering started when I unknowingly switched on coverage from the General Assembly at the start of the month. Bad decision!
I was at home by myself as ___ was up at the Assembly for the week. 2 trains journeys up, a long way to go. There was a round of applause at a certain point of debate that seemed to coincide with a male minister saying that he didn’t think biblically that women should be ordained. (People have told me that the applause might have been for other stuff but the way I perceived it was that the applause for ‘no women’ was much louder that for a few speakers before hand who were thinking about how more women could be encouraged to become ministers.)

I heard that some people had been heckling when a women minister was speaking.
I’ve heard some people worrying that someday they might want to take a vote on the issue. (I’m not sure if that’s people worrying over nothing but even so, why would they be worried enough to think that?)

So when I hear the principle of the denominational training college on national radio a few days later saying that ideally he would probably prefer to not be training women for the task of leading a church I’m not really sure how to react as a Christian and as a husband of women minister. Because somehow with the mystery of marriage there is a ‘two-become-one’ sort of thing going on. Or at least that’s what I think is going on. I’m not really sure sometimes. I’ve no blueprint for this stuff!

My more balanced friends emphasis the need to allow people their conscience,
to show grace,
to treat it as a secondary issue and not get hung up over it,
to not question if that is the ideal position for someone in charge of running the training college to hold.

It feels like they want to put the ball in my court to deal with my issues, my anger or lack of grace, almost as it’s my fault that this is becoming an issue, that I don’t really understand the good news by getting annoyed or that I shouldn’t be moaning about it all the time. According to some my soul is even at risk for getting so worked up over a secondary issue .

I know we’re to forgive people and treat them with grace and love. We’re brothers and sisters in the Lord. But at what point do you go ‘Hold on, I don’t think you’re treating other people fairly… ‘ And how loudly do you shout about it?

When I listened to the radio interview I could hear nervousness in the voice and appreciate the bravery and honesty. I also deeply value my freedom and conscience so agree we shouldn’t be forcing people to go against their conscience.

But as a husband who upped sticks and moved from a place he enjoyed so that his wife could train for ministry in a place he mightn’t have chosen for himself it’s hard not to question if it’s an ideal position for someone who is principle to hold. Perhaps I’ve an insight into how much of cold house it might have been for a women minister in PCI and would question if it’s going to make other gifted women feel like they would be treated fairly in the college or would encourage them to want to study there?

If we were living in Dublin now and thinking about moving to Belfast so that ____ could train for 4 or 5 years and heard that interview I’d still appreciate the honesty, recognise the need for people to have their conscience but my primary thought would be:-

‘The principle of the college has just told us that he personally doesn’t agree with what we thought God was calling __ to do. It’s hard enough moving from a community that values us to new place without being unsure if people actually want you there. I’m not sure we belong in this denomination, it feels like they’re saying you’re sloppy seconds’

That’s what I’d think anyway.

In part I’m annoyed because I nearly see it as a gospel issue, not some secondary issue.

Because although it doesn’t have anything to do with whether you’re saved or not surely it might have something to do with whether other people are saved or not?

It might discourage a gifted women enough to stop her thinking she could use her gifts to reach people for Jesus . If you’re a Christian and you’re hindering or discouraging people from using their God given gifts for the sake of some ‘secondary issue’ maybe it’s becoming more than a secondary issue? You don’t have to be out with placards, you can be friendly and polite but still be saying.that ‘I don’t want to encourage this person to be a church leader as much as I could as I think it’s unbiblical and a gospel issue’.

If you want to reach Ireland with the good news of Jesus you need men and women using their gifts. And sometimes I wonder if PCI is happy to become a place that says ‘We don’t really want women using their gifts in this particular church leading way’. Which annoys me because people are putting good news road blocks in the way.

Especially maybe the people who are telling me this is a secondary issue. If you really think it’s a secondary issue why not do more to encourage women who might be gifted but not feel encouraged?  

 

soil and soul

Wind.
Windy outside.
Friday night in Galway, post G & T, wind whistling down the chimney.
I don’t blog much these days. A lot of creative energy has been hurled into making maps and researching Irish place names, or exploring countries online. I’ve been obsessed and working hard. I don’t feel I take much time to reflect much on my life and the direction it’s been going. Perhaps there is a reason for that?
Perhaps I’m terrified to stop and assess because I’ll feel like I’ve not made a success of my life or something. Also I’m more scared of being vulnerable because I’m more aware of the inter-connections and ties that bind us. I might want to be honest but what if my honesty is insensitive and hurtful to others?
But perhaps I’ve swung too far and bottling stuff up or keeping my head buried in art work is hurtful to me.
There is no doubt to me that technology has been detrimental to certain aspects of my life. It’s gotten to the stage where being connected to the internet almost seems like a basic human right. It’s not but sometimes it seems that way.

Anyway, perhaps I need to spend more time reflecting on my life. On my soul.

And to get back to the garden and dig my deep beds for some vegetables. Or herbs. The snails don’t seem to want to eat my flat leaf parsley so I will grow lots this year.Enough for my favourite pasta tomato sauce recipe. Enough for my potato soup. Enough to make ‘pesto’ and Middle Eastern recipe that I’ve forgotten the name off but needs loads of parsley.

And to plant some basil if I can. I’ll freeze the leaves so it can go in my other favourite tomato sauce.

I need to get back to the soil and my soul again. I feel so jaded this weather.IMG_2093

long nights

It’s one of the darkest for longest days of the year.
There is a storm in the garden.
The sun isn’t up yet.
I’m in the dark.

When I was a bit younger I used to feel like it was easier to be honest with other people about how I was really doing inside.
10 years ago I used to write songs about what was going on inside me and express things that way. If it was self absorbed like a teenagers journal I didn’t care, I just wanted to get it from inside me and out instead of absorbing it into myself.

Then I moved to Belfast. I never wanted to go and perhaps I ended up resenting it a bit. I hoped that although I knew it would be difficult that I’d settle in the church and area and grow to love it.
I never did.
Things went the other way. I found the Lagan Valley dark and cold, gloomy and grey. One of my first experiences of Lisburn was going to get my hair cut and the hairdresser taking the piss out of my hair and sneering.

Nowadays I don’t feel that I can express myself with honesty. It’s like you have to bury how you’re really feeling or doing.

Firstly I’m more aware of being married, that I might be dragging someone else into proceedings if I write a song that says how I’m doing. 10 yrs ago I wasn’t married so an honest song wasn’t so tangled up in another relationship. And other relationships like family members.

Then I’ve taken onboard church family.
10 years ago I wasn’t married to the minister of a church. So if church and Christianity is doing my head in it’s not as easy as writing a blog and saying what’s annoying me. You’re suddenly married to the person who most likely has to deal with the stuff you might be moaning about or find difficult. You don’t want to make their life more difficult or complicate things by saying what you find difficult .

You are also more aware of people getting older and how the responsibility of being a mature voice or example might now fall on you. You might feel like there is an onus on you to be a tower of strength or to make sure people get through things as you’ve been blessed by people being that way to you and now it’s time to give something back. So perhaps you ‘suck it up’ a bit because you think that it have to be strong for the sake of other people who seem to be having a tougher time.

What do you do though when you feel weak and inept? Or when you’re aware of being all over the place and just about coping and that you haven’t even had things that bad happen.
I’m aware that I haven’t had to cope with a lot of personal tragedy in my life. So the question I ask myself is how I will cope when it does happen. If I feel this inept so far how will I cope when the hard things come?

It’s one of the darkest for longest days of the year.
There is a storm in the garden.
The sun isn’t up yet.
I’m in the dark.