Jesus-follower, thinker, word addict

Egocentric Words

People laugh when you try to push a pull door. Irony laughs when you can’t remember the number for Directory Inquiries. (It’s 118 500 if you’re willing to fork out £1.69 per minute.) Language laughs when you fail to pronounce “inarticulate” correctly. And sometimes language, either as a display of its vivacity or in an attempt to lure more innocent speakers into becoming comedy material, invents words which talk about themselves. Word is a word. Pentasyllabic is five-syllabled. English is English. And awkwardnessfull is just that. We have been given a gift. You and I can become Magicians who use words to pull hats out of rabbits. Don your cape, open your mouth, and conjure Abracadabra out of thin air. Spoken is dull and disinterested, but say it aloud and suddenly it describes itself. Orange grows a new personality when written orange. Next time you’re on a train, wow your audience by bellowing “interruption” at the top of your voice. The Magic even spills over into your “mispellings”. Though if you intend to misspell misspell, is it misspelled? Are you in control of the performance, or is it controlling you?

Drum-roll please. Prepare for the featured act. Things could get out of hand. Words which manifest their own meanings are called autonymns. If autonmyn is an autonmyn, then it is an autonmyn because it describes itself. That’s always true. If autonmyn isn’t an autonmyn, then it isn’t an autonmyn because it doesn’t describe itself. That’s also always true. A word with dual-existence. A double tautology. (Let’s call it a tautonymn!) Two contradictory states which are both always true. The Magic is there and not there at the same time. Paranormal is taken to a higher level. The academics call it the Grelling–Nelson, semantic self-referential paradox. I think Sorcery is more apt, it does a better job of describing itself. So use your words, but use them with awe. The mystery and the intrigue is far from finishe…

Wild at Heart

A Review…

The prince slays the dragon, rescues the princess and swoops her off into more fairy tale adventures. According to Eldridge, this captures the deepest cry of a Man’s heart, a soul-level longing for a battle, a beauty and an adventure. Am I am Man? When the question is misanswered by the failure of our earthly fathers, the heavenly Father is the only one who can heal it. Written in novel-like prose, Eldridge explores masculinity in a gripping, insightful and motivational style which resonated with my innate man-ness. Being low on explicit Biblical references meant it was difficult to weigh his ideas against Scripture. But whether it’s Christianised popular psychology or legitimate application of Gospel Truth, the book usefully stimulates certain areas of thought, particularly in its exploration of God as the original Father-figure and masculinity as a broken but fixable soul-encoded identity.

Beautiful Truth

Truth is Beautiful. So if we tell it in a dull way, are we lying?

Here are some wonderful examples of how to make the truth dance.

Knife Skills

Cooking is an art. Knife handling is unavoidable. Improve your technique, become an artist.

  • The Cross Chop
  • Tap Chopping
  • Rock Chopping

French Musique

Quel ami fidèle et tendre! Nous avons en Jésus-Christ, Toujours prêt à nous entendre, À répondre à notre cri! Il connaît nos défaillances, Nos chutes de chaque jour. Sévère en ses exigences, Il est riche en son amour.

Quel ami fidèle et tendre! Nous avons en Jésus-Christ, Toujours prêt à nous comprendre, Quand nous sommes en souci! Disons-lui toutes nos craintes, Ouvrons-lui tout notre coeur. Bientôt ses paroles saintes, Nous rendront le vrai bonheur.

Quel ami fidèle et tendre! Nous avons en Jésus-Christ, Toujours prêt à nous défendre, Quand nous presse l’ennemi! Il nous suit dans la mélée, Nous entoure de ses bras, Et c’est lui qui tient l’épée, Qui décide des combats.

Quel ami fidèle et tendre! Nous avons en Jésus-Christ, Toujours prêt à nous apprendre, À vaincre en comptant sur lui! S’il nous voit vrais et sincères, À chercher la sainteté, Il écoute nos prières, Et nous met en liberté.

Quel ami fidèle et tendre! Nous avons en Jésus-Christ, Bientôt il viendra nous prendre, Pour être au ciel avec lui. Suivons donc l’étroite voie, En comptant sur son secours. Bientôt nous aurons la joie, De vivre avec lui toujours!

Operation

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Why: because you can’t sneak into hospital these days.

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Lament

My mind swirls in a jumble of emotions. Pieces of my past, flung into my face. A sinister depression stares into the scars on my soul. Grief suffocates my will to continue living. A void inside. Yet from somewhere, a whimper, “the ste.. st… steadfast…” Stuttering. Barely audible. “love … of” The hurricane takes the mumbles and shreds them into the abyss. “the Lord” .. Pitiful. Shallow.  ..”never ceases” Desperate. “his mercies” .. … “never” … “come” … Violently assaulted by the deafening wind, awkwardly tumbling over one another … “to ” ..    …   A drowning man’s last gasp of oxygen … “an end” … ..            .. “they are new every morning” …   ..   ”great is your faithfulness” .. … “great is your faithfulness” The words repeat, agonisingly forced. “great is your faithfulness” .. “great is your faithfulness” I cling to the liturgy. My lifeline. … “great is your faithfulness” And like a trickle, building to a stream, the phrases come increasingly, “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,” faster and faster, “his mercies never come to an end,” louder and louder, “they are new every morning,” with escalating resolve, “great is your faithfulness,” until they are a shout, filling the atmosphere, reverberating around me. And as the loudness of the truth echoes into the depth of my being, I realise that the hurricane has calmed into a breeze. Almost a kind breeze. And the rays of dawn are massaging my back.

I call this to mind, and so I have hope: the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23

This is what Sir Francis Drake prayed before circumnavigating the globe. I dare you to pray dangerously this year.

Disturb us, Lord, when We are too pleased
with ourselves, When our dreams have come true Because we dreamed too little, When we arrived safely Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when, with the abundance of things we possess, We have lost our thirst For the waters of life; Having fallen in love with life, We have ceased to dream of eternity And, in our efforts to build a new earth, We have allowed our vision Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, To venture on wilder seas Where storms will show your mastery; Where losing sight of land, We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back The horizons of our hopes; And to push back the future In strength, courage, hope and love.

This we ask in the name of our Captain, Who is Jesus Christ.

(stolen from Leadership From the Heart)

A Truthful Illusion

What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms — in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins.

We still do not know where the urge for truth comes from; for as yet we have heard only of the obligation imposed by society that it should exist: to be truthful means using the customary metaphors – in moral terms, the obligation to lie according to fixed convention, to lie herd-like in a style obligatory for all…

– Nietzsche (The Viking Portable, p46)

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