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Extract from “Spiritual and Religious” by Tom Wright

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"Wherever Jesus went, people who had been pushed to the margins of society suddenly found themselves invited to a party.

Jesus regularly celebrated the arrival of the kingdom of God, and there were no bouncers in the door keeping out the undesirables.

Indeed, he seems to have gone out of his way to make them welcome, explaining his action in terms of a doctor visiting the sick rather than the healthy.

In doing so he was challenging the taboos of his society, according to which Israel was called to purity, and as a result of which many people found themselves permanently ostracized.

And he was issuing this challenge in the name of God of Israel whose kingdom he was announcing and claiming to inaugurate.

 Somehow, he clearly envisaged his task as being to bring social, as well as physical and spiritual, healing to the people of Israel, and indeed beyond that to the world, and to do so if need be at considerable cost to himself. What could have been in his mind?"

Grieving a suicide

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Recently I've started seeing a counsellor at Oogachaga again. I'm trying to deal with the grief brought about by my dear friend who killed herself not too long ago.

Earlier, as I climbed into bed and was trying to sleep, I inexplicably started crying again.

Here was a friend, quite like me, bubbly and out-going, who just decided to end it all.

The reason why I'm seeing a counsellor is that I fear that I would eventually do the same.

The chant that keeps ringing in my head these days is this:

"The church is not a safe place for gay people."

"The church is not a safe place for gay people."

"The church is not a safe place for gay people."

On and on this mantra goes.

From pastors who make unqualified comments about gay parents in church to cell group leaders who tell members that they should "love the sinner, not the sin", to finding out that good friends from church are part of WAAPD, I've had enough with the institution that calls it…

Good Friday 2018

Last night my partner mentioned that she'd like to go for a Good Friday service today. So we decided to check out the Easter drama at City Harvest.

It was pretty good and she was impressed.

I cried when Jesus was whipped on the way to Calvary.

Made me wonder if I should go back to my old church.

Ah well.