Monday, September 20, 2004
Updates
2.4km - down to 10:57! It's amazing what a difference a measely two seconds can make - now I feel like I'm dying.
Attended my last ever mass at St Borromeo's, and asked the priest after the sermon if it was wrong if a person to gambled constantly, and then donated the money to the church - did that mitigate the act?
He said that it was a sickness, and in no way mitigated the act. Of course not.
That would be too convenient.
So now I know.
I then went on to All Soul's where they'd imported a preacher from Lebanon. He was brilliant, said all the "wrong" things, fired the crowd, even mentioned Mary once or twice (earning a few arched eyebrows). His constant refrains about the things HE had done in this life were annoying, but his core message was so, so blunt, and so undeniably true.
Revival begins in us.
He also mentioned in passing how the Word of God is not amenable to change, and how it must not be shaped to meet our own ends. Which took me full circle back to the words of the priest at St Borromeo's.
Last Sunday in England.
Things I forgot to mention in the last post :
The girl with the wandery music - would be the girl sitting down left-centre at the keyboard. Not the girl in the foreground. heh.
Someone mentioned once that she detected a slightly lost, wandering quality to my writing. I wasn't aware I was doing it, but she hit her head on the nail. Or was it the nail on the head? Can never be sure with that one.
Why that should be so... I have no idea.
In the picture of the unusual street performer - a closer look (click to enlarge) will reveal that everyone else is impeccable. There wasn't even the faintest breeze. That tie... giggle.
I watched "charlie chaplin the second" doing his routine and he was good. Really, really good. And engaging - kept the audience guessing what he would do next. He involved his audience a lot too, and had a random young woman and man wind up doing bizarre gymnastic balancing feats on each other's bodies... which goes to show with the right teaching anything is possible. Poor guy though, he was trembling towards the end of the human pyramid thing, supporting the weight of a beautiful blonde (who did try to her credit to flee the second charlie chaplin's eye caught hers - alas, too slowly) as well as Charlie himself. The show was completely stolen by some kids he asked up to volunteer to help him stack bricks. These guys were natural comics and started harrassing him and nicking his cane and hat...
I stuck around for an hour watching his routine, and so did the fiftysomething people watching him, almost hypnotised. At one point it even began to drizzle... and nobody budged.
Attended my last ever mass at St Borromeo's, and asked the priest after the sermon if it was wrong if a person to gambled constantly, and then donated the money to the church - did that mitigate the act?
He said that it was a sickness, and in no way mitigated the act. Of course not.
That would be too convenient.
So now I know.
I then went on to All Soul's where they'd imported a preacher from Lebanon. He was brilliant, said all the "wrong" things, fired the crowd, even mentioned Mary once or twice (earning a few arched eyebrows). His constant refrains about the things HE had done in this life were annoying, but his core message was so, so blunt, and so undeniably true.
Revival begins in us.
He also mentioned in passing how the Word of God is not amenable to change, and how it must not be shaped to meet our own ends. Which took me full circle back to the words of the priest at St Borromeo's.
Last Sunday in England.
Things I forgot to mention in the last post :
The girl with the wandery music - would be the girl sitting down left-centre at the keyboard. Not the girl in the foreground. heh.
Someone mentioned once that she detected a slightly lost, wandering quality to my writing. I wasn't aware I was doing it, but she hit her head on the nail. Or was it the nail on the head? Can never be sure with that one.
Why that should be so... I have no idea.
In the picture of the unusual street performer - a closer look (click to enlarge) will reveal that everyone else is impeccable. There wasn't even the faintest breeze. That tie... giggle.
I watched "charlie chaplin the second" doing his routine and he was good. Really, really good. And engaging - kept the audience guessing what he would do next. He involved his audience a lot too, and had a random young woman and man wind up doing bizarre gymnastic balancing feats on each other's bodies... which goes to show with the right teaching anything is possible. Poor guy though, he was trembling towards the end of the human pyramid thing, supporting the weight of a beautiful blonde (who did try to her credit to flee the second charlie chaplin's eye caught hers - alas, too slowly) as well as Charlie himself. The show was completely stolen by some kids he asked up to volunteer to help him stack bricks. These guys were natural comics and started harrassing him and nicking his cane and hat...
I stuck around for an hour watching his routine, and so did the fiftysomething people watching him, almost hypnotised. At one point it even began to drizzle... and nobody budged.
