Just Quickly (God is Faithful)

Alright, so a proper update at the end of this week. But God is faithful, as has been evidenced to me in 2 ways this week:

1 - I got a first in my first essay this year! Yay!

2 - Mo, the homeless guy I met 2 or 3 weeks ago outside Sainsbury's - I was rushing past, needed to pee, ignored him, got convicted at the urinal, got chatting to him afterwards first out of guilt then out of interest, we sat in Subway for an hour chatting and enjoying good food and invited him to church but never saw him so kept on praying because he was kinda suicidal - well, he got saved, and healed.

Basically, I got a text from Toby (Fordwestern, absolute legend, part of Church Planters Inc.) that at Alpha, he prayed for a guy with a foot broken in 2 places and he got miraculously healed and then saved, and it was the first time Toby had ever done anything like that, and he was amazed. Anyway, I thought nothing of it, till I heard the dude was homeless. I sent Toby a quick text to ask if his name was Mo - it was.

Mo turned up to the Alpha supper that night looking for some food and, in the same way I had spoken to him at first, out of guilt. He was telling Toby that he met someone from CCK a few weeks back and had been meaning to come - kept on saying it, but couldn't remember my name - and got talking with Toby about stuff that was going on. Toby prayed for his foot, and he got healed. There and then. When I met Mo, his foot was in a massive cast, resting on the railing behind him, while he stumbled about with crutches. By the end of the night, he was literally jumping around up and down on his cast. He then "prayed the prayer", accepted the Lord Jesus Christ into his heart, and thus got a new heart and became a new creation, holy in the sight of God, justified and redeemed through the powerful propitiatory work of Jesus.

Words cannot express how happy I am! I have not been this happy all term - and it's been a term full of belly laughs and happiness. But this was incredible. I was jumping up and down on the phone to Toby. This, as far as I know, is the first guy God has used me to bless and be a part of his salvation. To God be the glory, that he talks to us and uses us like this! I am so happy, because I met Mo at a rough place in his life. Earlier that week, he tried to throw himself under a bus, but he "couldn't even do that right" as he said it. He'd lost contact with his sons, he'd lost his best friend who that day had flown back to Australia, he wasn't used to this homeless thing - he talked about "my ****ing teeth! I had beautiful ****ing teeth! Now look at them! I can't stand the sight of them now". He's an artist (you can tell, he's got that glint in his eye) and all he wanted was a home - somewhere to go, somewhere nice to sleep at night, a nice warm bed in a nice hotel, watch some TV. But I didn't know how to tell him about Jesus. I didn't think it was right to preach him the gospel, or to pray with him outright then (other times, I've felt God definitely tell me to pray with people there and then, like Dan who I met at the bus stop), but I didn't know what to do. So I invited him to church - he'd been told he "wasn't welcome" at the last one he went to - and left it at that, and took to praying for him.

And now he is sure of eternal rest and comfort, better than one night in a hotel with some TV. Though his teeth have fallen out, and outwardly he wastes away, inside he has been regenerated and made a new creation - and on the outside, on his foot, too! I am so excited, so amazed at God's beautiful grace, His compassion and mercy, I can't contain it or express it properly. Yes, God is holy, yes God is full of wrath and righteous and very, very different from us. But his heart is for the poor, for the downcast and the humble. And he uses people who will listen to his whispers in supermarket toilets to help work miracles, physical and spiritual.

Our God saves. Hallelujah!!!

5 days!!

So, in 5 days, I will travel 190 miles and mark the end of my first term at uni. I will leave the romanticising for later, but right now, I'm enjoying life so much!

This morning I slept in till 11am, got up, spent a while praying, playing worship stuff on my electric guitar with distoooorrrtttiiiooonnnn and generally chilling out, having the loudest quiet time possible. This is following 2 very good Biblical instructions:

"Of the writing of books there is no end, and much study is weariness"

and

"Rejoice, young men, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth. Walk in the ways of your heart and the sight of your eyes, knowing that for all these God will judge".

Joel preached excellently on following your own heart - something he usually tells people off for doing, but actually, something safe with a renewed new creation sanctified heart. So, it is excellent and Biblical to enjoy Arcade Fire and blues and good films (and not just PGs) and good food and bitter and port and good real coffee and belly laughter and banter and curry and fun times. "Love God, and do what you like". It sounds dangerous and scary and slightly heretical - listen to it. It's good.

Also, I have 2 essays due this week. 1 is finished. 1 just needs reorganising. And those are the only 2 things I have to do this week. God has been particularly gracious to me this term in letting me chill a lot. He has helped me get work done in perfect timing - not too early that I neglect good things as they come, not too late so I'm not stressin'. But it's been a good balance. I'm soo chilled out now. It's awesome.

Anyway, I have a lecture in about 15 minutes, so I'd better leave. I'll post again this week, probably more than once, with lots of reflections about different stuff over the last 10 weeks. But, as way of preparation: family, when I come home:

I shave with razor blades, I like medium curries, blues, John Mayer, port, real ale, and not just filter coffee. I also drink tea now. And my hair is different, but you probably wouldn't notice :P also, if I occasionally slip into a northern accent, blame Tom Walker. In fact, blame him for most of this.

Party!

Meaning.

Fittingly after a blog post called "A Quick Blog On Studying", I've been studying lots. Hence the lack of updates. I have essays to write, it turns out. I have written about 4000 words; another 3000 to go this term. 1 IR essay finished (2000 words), 1 IR essay in process (1000 words in), 1 IR essay to go (total 2000 words), 1 Philosophy essay finished. And they say student life is a dos!!! (Well, okay, it is. As proven by the fact I've finished watching the entire first season of Prison Break, and been out a whole lot. But when it needs to be, it is intense!)

I want to just quickly say a couple of words about Philosophy. Actually, just one word: goodbye. You were fun while you lasted...

Somewhat melodramatic, I know. I did write a pretty good essay about what it is to be a consistent self, and its necessity for human social function, regardless of its truth. But in all honesty, I'm finding it all really pointless - nothing to do with the course (my lecturer is pretty amazing too), just my response to subject matter, I guess. In the words of B.B. King, the thrill is gone, baby. It's aloof, and that's not as fun as it used to be...

I do realise that this is in itself, a philosophy on philosophy, and I also realise I'm sounding somewhat Nietzschean (if not Utilitarian) when I talk about "meaning", a concept of "worth". And anyone who knows me knows I don't agree with these views at all. I am a firm believer in art for art's sake, as an end in itself. A work of art's worth is found in its beauty, not its use. And I can't stand Analytic Philosophy at all, because it says nothing. But it's probably that my interests have just changed. Let me illustrate, by telling you about some people.

Firstly, there is Gary. Gary lives by Brighton train station. By that, I mean, he lives usually by the railing outside the shop next to the train station, or on the pavement outside the pub opposite, until the Police move him on again. He's been homeless for about 6 months now, after getting in a row with his girlfriend, and the other morning, he woke up with bruises he didn't know how he got. But things are looking up. He's found a little bit of work with the Big Issue, and with a couple of hours left tonight till he can get enough money for some presentable shoes and for 5 copies of the Issue, things aren't looking so bad. A lot better than when I first met him a couple of weeks ago.

Then there is Mo, or Peter, to use his real name. I rushed past him outside Sainsbury's and ignored him because I needed to pee. The Holy Spirit convicted me at the urinal. I went outside and bought a copy, and just asked him how his day was going. It was going pretty bad. Across the road from Sainsbury's is a Subway, so I helped him across the street (he's on crutches with a broken foot) bought him a sandwich, and we chatted for about an hour about his family and his girlfriend, who'd just left the country. I couldn't do much, but I invited him to come to church the next day. I haven't seen him since, but he was a genuinely lovely guy, I really hope it's okay. He seemed really eager to come. He'd tried to kill himself that week.

Then there's Dan. I met him outside the bus stop one night. He didn't have enough money to get the bus, but he thought he'd get on anyway. He's got a small flat out in the sticks, but he cant work, because he was in a road accident 5 years ago that left him unable to move easily (both feet severely damaged). He can't claim compensation because it was hit and run. I asked if it was okay to pray for him, and he told me about his family and asked me to pray for them too. So we did.

Some facts about homelessness:
1. There are some people who do choose to become homeless. They can't stand being inside 4 walls, they like the freedom being in a big city, they can change the people they live with easily, and they can adapt to the cold. Nobody I've spoken to said that this was them, but a few have mentioned they knew people that this was true for. Didn't know that.
2. Brighton's not a bad place to be homeless. Most days, you won't starve - in a city this big, there'll be some project or something going on in the evening. In the summer, it's quite pleasant, although obviously in the winter it gets harder.
3. You can't stay in a hostel unless you have "connections" - either you have direct blood relatives in the city, or have been "spotted" for about 5 years. This is a major issue, as Brighton and London are the two biggest places where people move to to be homeless (it's easier here than in other cities).
4. Most homeless people are really good people, facing horrible situations. I don't condone every lifestyle choice the people I've met have made, but the fact is people have made worse choices and been better off. It's nothing they deserve, per sé. Most are at the least genuinely friendly.

Sandy, I met at Friend's First, which is the Church's homeless outreach project on Monday nights. Sandy is a dude, straight, lovely, just likes to cross-dress. He was very gentlemanly, we had a good conversation. And Jesus loves him. He's on the Alpha course, and for more than the free food. He's genuinely interested, and made a lot of friends at CCK. He's just recently found a place to stay for the next 6 months or so.

The point of all this? This is what I'd rather be doing. By far. Meeting people. Helping wherever I can, building genuine relationships. Acting justly, loving mercy, walking humbly with my God. This is much much much much much more meaningful, for me, than sitting in a dark room at 9am on a Tuesday morning debating Cartesian dualism. There are more pressing matters at hand, surely.

And yes, IR as a discipline is just as self-involved, academic and impractical. But that's fine. It's a tool. It's a degree that will help me in the future to act justly in whatever career path I go down. And it touches on important issues, which means I can put up with it more than Philosophy. So next term, I'm doing a module in Development Studies, and, for at last 6, 8 months, I won't be doing Philosophy.

End.

A Quick Blog on Studying

So, admittedly, the vast majority of what I've posted on here thus far hasn't been very journalistic or descriptive at all. Of course, you could probably infer where I'm at or what I'm thinking, but still. Time for a non-theological-focused update.

I need to tell you about Fridays, because Fridays are the best. Here's what happens: with no impeding reading deadlines for the next day, I am free to focus on and read whatever I want. So, after my 10am seminar, I travel into Brighton, do a li'l window shopping, grab a li'l lunch, and go from coffee shop to coffee shop to read, when the beach gets too cold for work. This is probably the real reason I've started writing essays early-ish: it's still warm enough to work in front of the sea. Got about 1,000 words done by the pier before it got too cold. So, now I'm in a vegetarian coffee shop in North Laine now, listening to Bob Dylan over the stereo and reading JS Mill. I. Am. Home.

Work is interesting, but challenging. For philosophy, I've given up forming a genuine opinion on anything and have figured I'll get best marks for playing Devil's advocate. So, the crux of my argument is that we can't really ever define what it is for A to be a different person from B, we have no empirical basis for selfhood, but that doesn't matter. In the Nietzschean sense, truth is irrelevant, what matters is its use, and we can't do without a sense of self: if people weren't consistent selves, relationships would be meaningless. Of course, there IS truth, and, of course, Nietzsche was an idiot. But, it's easier to make this argument than to try and reason for the existence of the self. So, whatever.

In IR, the opposite is true. It's MUCH easier to be rational than to try to defend an indefensible position. I tried taking an extreme Marxist route... it was too much effort, so I went back to what I actually thought. Reassuring.

So, I'm sitting happily content in North Laine. The sea helps me think clearly; vegetarian cappuccino helps me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and free wi-fi helps me waste all my time. Awesome.

Life is good.

The Human Heart As My Functional Saviour.

"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth can't be in us. But if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness".
(1 John 1:8-9)

Thought I'd share a little revelation I had today, and something I have to repent of. I have a tendency not to rely on Jesus' finished work for my right standing with God. Instead, I rely on how I feel about Jesus' finished work. Thus, my "saviour" can't be Jesus, but my feelings. This simply cannot do.

I think to an extent we all do. Here's the scenario: We sin. We hate, we slander, we gossip, we worship other things, we lie, we lust, we whatever. This is natural fact, this isn't in contention. But, it happens, and the tendency is to feel rubbish, guilty, condemned, convicted before God. We are suddenly made aware of our sin, and we repent before God, which is right. But we then don't really feel any better until we "feel" forgiven. It may be that we feel a rushing sense of forgiveness, it may be that we feel happy, but we identify a feeling with being forgiven. This is stupid.

Time and time again, the Bible tells us that we are under grace, not law, that we stand cleansed by the blood of Jesus, not through our own efforts. We see this even in the Old Testament: Joshua the high priest being accused and instead being robed with white in Malachi; even in Deuteronomy, God tells Israel, "it's not because of your righteousness". I am forgiven, regardless of whether I feel it particularly.

This dangerous. First, it leads to false repentance. The first of Luther's 95 Theses said that the Christian life was one of constant repentance, and I we happen to wake up one day feeling really, really forgiven... that doesn't make me any less of a sinner, or my efforts any less than a filthy rag, nor lessen my need for repentance. I am forgiven, but I need to approach God in humility, acknowledging the fact I can and will mess up, and ask for a change of heart. If I feel good enough already, this becomes redundant, as I won't need to keep my life in check so long as I trust in my arbitrary feelings. This in turn, leads to a works-based thing: I do X because X makes me feel holy before God. This is not only dangerous, but really, really stupid. It's self-deception, that anything I do can put me right with God. And above all, it's replacing Jesus with whatever I do to make me feel happy again. Whether it's the first 3 tracks of Matt Redman's Facedown album, or a favourite Bible verse... these things are awesome, don't get me wrong, and useful because the Psalmist says a LOT we need to keep reminding ourselves, our souls need to wake up... these things don't make me holy. These things point me to my saviour, they do not save me. If I use them as good luck charms to make me feel sanctified, to make me feel better about myself, rather than trusting in the fully objective, fully accomplished, fully transcendent, fully unbreakable, fully irreversible, fully covering work of the Cross, then, it's not only dangerous but pathetically stupid. And still, how easy it is to base our salvation on us: on how we think of ourselves, on how we feel about it, etc, etc.

So, here's a list of things that the work of Jesus are bigger than, and thus, really not subject to whatsoever:

• my feelings / emotions / perception
• reason / logic
• time
• space
• heights
• depths
• life
• death
• anything else in all creation...

Hopefully, that should be clear.

On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.

What A Week (I Know It's Only Thursday).

The President-elect is Barack Obama. Anyone surprised?

I'm sorry Mum. I stayed up till 4am on Tuesday night. The plan was, go to East Slope bar till about maybe 1. But then, they still hadn't called Ohio, and Ohio was my state to watch. So I stayed up for Ohio, which was called officially at about 3, and by then, Obama was on 207, so I thought I''d stay up till I knew for sure. In my defence: (a) I'm an IR student, I'm excused; (b) it's a historic moment, my sleep can wait!; (c) I got up juuuust fine for my 11am seminar the next day, so it's was all good.

Really exciting though! Kinda. Halfway through the day, I did remember the whole abortion issue. Now, 6 months ago, I was sufficiently liberal to (to my shame) be pro-legalised-abortion, on the grounds that it is one of those things that sadly will always be in demand, and by forcing it back into backalleys, the health risks are far, far, far more severe. But, lately, no, I disagree. Or, it should be limited to extreme cases. It is the ending of life - not just life-potential - thus, I can't morally accept it. So, it was a bittersweet victory. I'm glad the Republican dynasty out, and it isn't a single-issue election, and I genuinely believe Obama is more God-honouring in welfare than McCain - the call in Micah to shut up singing worship songs and serve the poor rings very true - "and what does the Lord require from you? To act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God". That is not a Democrat/Republican thing, it's not contingent on whether you're a progressive or conservative, it is God's command to all. So, do it.

The other reason I'm hesitant: the hype. Don't get me wrong, I've been following this daily for near on a year now, I've been excited for this for as much as anyone. BUT Obama is a politician. He is not the messiah. I'm cautious to get caught up wholly in the idea of "change". Until Jesus comes, we will have imperfect politics, imperfect power, imperfect states and imperfect leaders. Maybe Obama will be an agent of peace, maybe he will stabilise and stop the war in Iraq, maybe he will diffuse the Iranian situation mounting, maybe he will fix the economy, maybe he will cut carbon emissions drastically, maybe he will help aid peace in the Middle East, maybe he can change Russia. He will still be a flawed man. Obamamania is revealing: people want salvation, people want atonement for economic and political sins, people want change, people want righteousness, and they believe it's in Obama (just as we did for Blair in 97, I am told?). Shows the nature of the human heart is an awareness of the need of salvation.

Aaaaaanyway. The rest of my week. The night after that was bonfire night, so I had the weirdest night ever in Lewes. It's basically pyromaniacs heaven, there's a missive bonfire, loads of processions through the high street with people holding.. well, lots of fire. Everything's on fire. Flares being set off. One procession was burning crosses, which, in fairness was meant to be an anti-Papal sentiment, sure (apparently Lewes was a massive place for the Reformation), but seemed a little too KKK for comfort. Besides, that always confused me: surely the cross is just as, if not more, of an important symbol for Protestants than for Catholics??? Oh well.

Aside from that, it's getting into the nitty gritty. Can't believe it's the end of Week 5 already. Essays are being planned and read for. Lots of reading. But also lots of worship leading. I led at CU on Monday, CU prayer meeting the last few Wednesdays and at small group tonight. I've lead more frequently since I've got here than when I left, which is awesome! God's giving me grace and the ability to lead a few times a week, whereas I used to find it stressy leading 2 weeks in a row. It all comes down to knowing Him more I guess. Small group is brilliant - I'm amazed at the way God's set me up around such good godly dudes, who are such fun but also challenging. Good stuff is to come!!!

Anyway, bed beckons.

Savoir King

 

Nope, that's not a typo. It's an awful theological-Francophone pun.

Leading worship Wednesday afternoon at CU prayer meeting, just reminded of the amazing truth that we are able "savoir [the] King" - to know the King. First, that we even are rationally aware (savoir) of His existence, like maths, logic, etc. That He has let us in on this mystery, of His existence. But, more than that. we get to know Him as a person (connaitre), fathom some of His habits, His characteristics; to see a small portion of His nature. It's amazing love, but, fearful. His nature is scary. It's different. I've just finished Deuteronomy this morning, and found myself thinking "my God, You are very different to me". Polycottons are sinful. But this is who He is, we cannot tailor God to our wants and desires, or else He is no longer God.

In fact, this is probably the only area on which we find Nietzsche and Tozer are in agreement. Nietzsche's main argument against God - and by that I mean, laying aside the childish stuff he writes in Beyond Good & Evil, where he likens Religious belief to the awkward stages of puberty, and laying aside also the interesting but empirically invalid divisions of history into "three epochs", the last of which, supposedly, we're living in wherein we've sacrificed God Himself, although Freddy never backs these claims up - the main argument he has against God is that He's too domestic. Whereas the God of the Old Testament was fierce, the God of the New Testament is for the "weak-willed", He's simply too nice. In short, the problem Nietzsche has with God is something wrong with Nietzsche's perception of God. Nietzsche's YHWH is too small.

Aiden Wilson Tozer agrees. I'd quote you, but Alf has my copy of The Knowledge of the Holy, but in essence, the biggest danger facing the Church is our perception of God. God is not our good luck charm. God is not there to help us out when we do something crazy. God is not here to make us rich. God is not more interested in kittens than pro-wrestling. Our God is too small. When we understand God, when we can fit Him into neat categories, when the Trinity makes sense - then we have misunderstood God.

Anselm's argument for the existence of God is that, logically, we all have something we can think of that nothing greater can exist, or, in his words, "He is something than which nothing greater can be conceived". The only way to improve this Being is by making Him exist - that is the only thing that could possibly make him better, and, since there can be nothing better, He must exist. BUT even this doesn't go far enough. Because God is bigger than the greatest thought we can have. The thing that "something than which nothing greater can be conceived" is still too small a God. If we ever define Him solely in our own experience, solely in our understanding of Him, then we have missed who He really is.

God is fierce, God is holy, God is totally unlike us. This is what the Old Testament screams, from creation to the Fall to the patriarchs to the law to the history, through the wisdom, through the prophets: "I AM NOT LIKE YOU". But at the same time, "I HAVE CHOSEN YOU". We need to get these 2 in the right order in our minds. We cannot grasp the magnitude of the second statement without understanding the magnitude of the first. This concept, that where sin increases, grace increases further - that, even greater than this unfathomable rift between us and God, greater is the distance that God has removed us from our sin - this is incredible. We now come before Him in a weird mixture of confidence through Jesus, yes, but with reverent and holy fear. You are so not like me. I am so not worthy of knowing You.

Anyway. It was a good afternoon, fun times in spontaneous singing and stuff. And it's a good, reverb-y room, which makes hitting high notes (G#!!!) easier. (The G# wasn't during the time of worship, or I would've ended up like Uzzah, for real.) But it is absolutely freezing.

This is the view from Stevenage, back home:

Is it autumn? Is it winter? Who knows! But whatever it is, it's typical that it happens a day after I come back to Brighton. Here, it is just freezing.

Oh well.

At least I've still got the sea. 

Where Is Home?

This is my home. Not Stevenage. Not Brighton just yet. But, 100 miles makes a station feel more like it. Feeling temporal about everything isn't bad, Paul enjoyed it tremendously. But, as good as being back in my house was, and seeing my family, it doesn't feel the same. It's odd. Being in Stevenage felt a little bit like seeing an ex-girlfriend, in a weird, antrhopomorphic, only slightly weird way. However, I appreciated the comfort of a shower that works nicely, and a house without 11 other teenagers. That was cool.

After getting an impressive amount of hair cut off, seeing Tom, seeing Tim, I got home, caught up with my parents and Miss Urso, and then my brooo! I think I missed him the most, he's an absolute legend. We went to his house in the beauty (?) that is Bedwell, then off around in Hitchin, from bar to bar (Bombara, Bar Absolute, Some Place I've Forgotten The Name Of), having good times! If slightly overdressed times. The one thing about Brighton is spending enough time going out at night there desensitises you to what people think is really weird. Waistocasts, slightly lesbian hair... yeah, it's nothing. Until Hitchin gets a 50s night, a pyjama party and a bus where lemons are valid currency, they got nothing.

Anyway, in terms of insightful blog post... little else to say. I have a whole load of pictures that tell the story better. It was 29 hours, but 29 hours of fun. Kinda wish I got to see more people, but I was looking forward to getting back. Lots of reading on the train back, The Market Inn in Brighton for drinks with dudes, Roast Ox crisps, an extra hour in bed, a fun day at CCK, lunch at Devil's Dyke, lectures today, presentation on Wednesday... busy busy busy.

I'll keep you posted, but until then... a picture's worth 1000 words. So here's a few thousand words:

(Top to Bottom: A. Brothers In Arms/Hair/The Mirror. B. etulosbA raB. Or something. C. Goodbye Hair! D. Train Journeys + Yugoslav National Self Determination = A Rollicking Good Time! E. ROAST OX! The Crisps of Men. F. Library Square.)

Photos That Didn't Fit Anywhere Else...

(Top to Bottom: A. West Pier on a cloudy day; B. Raving at Fresher's Ball; C. Handstands by the clock tower; D. Eating the big metal donut thing; E. 70's night means hair, real and fake; F. Stranded; G. On Sussex Downs; H. The Pier at night.)

Apologies, Apologies

This was in this week's newsletter for church back in Stevenage, which I suppose means I'm comitted to writing now! So, I know I haven't posted in a looong time. Sorry. Turns out Uni isn't just parties, but actually necessitates some work... I, for one, feel horribly misled.


I kid. But seriously, it turns out IR is one of the most book-heavy courses you can study. I think I've read more the last 2 weeks in study than I have the last 2 years in pleasure. It's a real range, some of it is infinitely interesting - the role of the concept of development as actually a purely post-colonial phenomena, as a way of exerting power over them by projecting our image of "success" onto their implied "failure", for example, or the concept of the total unreliability of history - but then, some of it really isn't... Kant on the moral duty to non-human animals... gah. Also, even if you're Michael Foucault, after 60 pages on the Iranian Revolution, everyone becomes boring.



Anyway, what's new? To be honest, it feels like home, it feels like routine... I've settled here now, it's become the norm. No disrespect to Stevenage at all. But yeah. I love it. Threefold:



1. Intellectually. Yes, it's a lot of reading and work, but it's good reading, and it's challenging, and it's going in. And I'm making it okay! It is satisfying, for the most part, rather than Solomon-like "toil", and the fact that I can talk at length and debate it is probably the most satisfying part. It means I learn more about myself. Like how I'm a total idealist about how the world can be a better place, yet paradoxiaclly have profound distrust for human nature. Awesome.



2. Culturally. It's taking a while to adjust, I'll admit. 1am apparently is really early, and nobody goes out will about 10pm. So I'm adapting. But Brighton is an amazing city. The night before last went to a small local gig at Kulture on the seafront, with some local indie bands and my mate Tom's soul band. It was eclectic, cosy, and nice. I love live music, but moreso, I love good live music. And I am satisfied here. Friday at the Komedia was 50's night, which now means I've been to a 50's night, a 60's night, a 70's night, and a 90's night. Somehow I've managed to skip the best decade EVERRR! Gutted. Also, Brighton has real shops with real clothes (!!!), and a guitar shop I could lose myself in forever. Walking round North Laine is a whole lot of fun. But the nightlife, the people, the pubs, the curry houses, wokmania, the clubs, the beach, the shops... it's an exciting place to be. I'm loving it.



3. Spiritually. At CCK, this is a given. Some great traditions everyone can learn from:







(i) The Post-Saturday-Morning-Prayer-Meeting Breakfast. At, happily, a place called Breakfast at Tiffany's, so my love for the 80's is satisfied. Full English for £3, after some quality time with Jesus. Nice.



(ii) The Post-Sunday-Evening-Service trip t'Pub. San Miguel on tap, after some quality time with Jesus. Awesome.



(iii) The Omniprescence of Guitars. Evening services, frankly, rock. Morning services are like Newday but with the volume turned down a little bit, but nonetheless, guitar-heavy. It's good stuff. Tom, the dude who's in the soul band that played on Tuesday, played this week's am service. Stuart Townend + violins + blues guitar = a definite win. Seriously.




(iv) Serving! Maybe it's the fact that most of the people I hang around with from CCK are doing Impact/FP. Or maybe it's just because I'm weird. (See above: Andy & Cat playing in bins. This is normal CCK behaviour.) But, either way, one of the most satisfying things is going to a meeting, and serving: set-up, welcome, registration, Worship School, lights, set-down, whatever. It's good! And, it's not toil. And, it's springing from a good place. I make no apologies for settling fast and giving my all to the church where I'm at.


(v) Honesty (and text messages). Joel Virgo is an intense preacher. He is teaching through Ecclesiastes, and not making it lovely. He is being raw and honest and real, and still pointing to Jesus, but not hiding the honesty. I love it.




Anyway, as always, it turns out I'm more analytic than descriptive. Which is great for essays, but not for blogs, sadly. Tomorow I am going back to Stevenage for my brother's birthday, and coming back to Brighton on the Sunday (so sorry to everyone I'll miss!). But, should anything interesting happen, I'll post it. And I'll try to just describe, not analyse... key word there, "try".

When Through The Woods...

This is my quiet time space - talking to Jesus, when through the woods and forest glades I wander... (that's an old school hymn reference, kudos to anyone who gets it). Also, same applies for when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur:

So incredibly pretty, such a priveledge to go a-wandering accross the Downs.

I'm under doctors' orders today. I registered with the campus GP because they refused to acknowledge I was ill otherwise, and I def needed something to sort out this throat thing. (I thought it might be some kind of mould growing in my room, as it was dank and cold and smelt awful, but according to the porter, that's "new carpet smell", so it turns out I'm just ill. Awesome.) I have a very early form of Fresher's Flu, so I'm on strong Paracetamol and Codeine, along with Strespils, which should make life somewhat nicer. I've also been told to not "burn the candle at both ends", so, apart from Fresher's Ball tonight, I've been staying in, reading, chilling and such. Which makes it easier to wake up early and go on morning strolls, which is better than going out late anyway.

Ooh, also, meet Breakfast, the Prayer Dog:

Possibly, the coolest dog ever - up there with Alf & Mandy's Barney, who also is an ex-rescue home dog. Had a CU prayer meetingy thing this morning, and Amy's housemates were all gone, so Brek had to follow us around and pray and evangelise with us. She was very well behaved, apart from chasing some squirrels, but she repented of that. I think.

This week has been made up of usually spending a lot of the day with CU guys, doing some reading (even though I don't really have to; lectures don't start till Monday, but some preliminary understanding and preparation for actually, y'know, thinking about stuff seemed like a good idea), and then spending evenings with the guys in my flat, either at ours chilling out or out at places. For those keeping tabs/praying for me, I've spent Fresher's Week totally sober, which is some small miracle! Even on the pub crawl. Not by my might...

The thing I've found is, usually, tolerant, liberal populations seem to be intolerant to things they percieve as intolerant: Christianity, for example. But people here are actually quite logical with their tolerance, they follow it through to an impressive extent (unless you're in the BNP). So, although no-one else in my house believes in God, everyone's cool with the fact I do, everyone's supportive of me not drinking - they give me amnesty in the alcohol budget, they say they'll stick up for me if guests question me - which is really cool! Wasn't expecting that. Not a lot of opposition, and a few good conversations.

One thing we are all intolerant of, however, is digusting mess. This is the top of our cooker:

(and Joelle's reaction to the top of our cooker:)

Other stuff: cooking's going well! Had 2 house meals altogether this week: a curry and a pasta bolognase, it's going to be a Parky V16 tradition, about 2-3 times a week. Good times.

Fresher's Fair

Brighton Tsunami American Football Team, Project V volunteering society, the walking society, CU, READ International books for the Third World society, Debate Soc, Alt Soc, Hear Afrika, Ultimate Frisbee society, USSU Choir, Surf society, Fair Trade society, Model UN society, Cash for Psychology Experiments, The Meeting House, and somehow the Socialist Society all now have my e-mail address to inform me of upcoming meetings and events. Fresher's Fair is mental.

Also, this morning I had to spend £50 on required reading for my courses, and probably another £30 at some point this week. That's near enough my weekly budget!!! Uni is expensive, and full of persuasive weirdos (see: The Pirate Society, the VGA tempting people in with FREE SUPER SMASH BROS!!!!!!!!!), but still pretty awesome. My voice is still dead though.

Park Village / I Love This City

So, University "internet services" being an oxymoronic phrase, this is a bit later than I'd hoped, but whatever! It's all good in the hood. As it were.

Got here Saturday morning - managed to pack 2 guitars, my amp, along with everything else, it was fierce. My room is small, but about as small as my own at home, so that's fine. I'll update this in a bit with pics, fret not. Upon arrival, having unloaded everything quickly, me and parents went into the city, ate at Buddies, because tradition dictates thus. It's quite ironic: in terms of faith, my Dad claims to be very anti-tradition; I think in reality, he's only anti-weird-and-unjustified-tradition, whereas traditions involving things like food and guitars, he's quite comfortable in. Justifiably!

Got settled in, met people, bribed the girls upstairs for the nice kitchen (the one on the ground floor is remarkably skanky). It works like this: top floor kitchen, middle floor bathroom, bottom floor kitchen, with 12 of us altogether - the bathroom having 2 toilets, 1 shower, 1 bath. It'll be fun, for sure.



In short, I love this place. I went for a walk around on the foot of the downs surrounding campus, and it's so stunning. One of the prettiest places I've been. I watched the sunset and called some people, got sentimental, s'how I roll, s'fine. This is the view of Park Village (where I'm staying) from the very edge of the Downs:



As you can see, it's amazingly pretty...

And on campus too (this was the morning Sunday sunshine shining through the trees)

Fun times had in the evening, where I became know as "cake man", which was fine!! Got the guitar out, had fun & musical times, although now I have some kind of throat thing where I can barely speak, probably the beginnings of Fresher's Flu, which is sadly not the myth I thought it was.

Sunday was awesome; CCK feels like home. Met Annekke for the early morning bus service, which turned into early morning trip to Church in Chris's car (I think it was Chris, I'm still learning names). On the way, I heard The Legend of Tom, this dude who a year ago, joined in the morning, and was serving on Welcome Team by the evening. They jokingly asked if I was up for joining Welcome Team, I said yes. So, 10 minutes in, I donned a blue shirt, and served there. It was fun times. I welcomed Tom himself, and felt kinda bad,

Morning service was kinda surreal. It was like Newday but quiet - Brading leading, even doing This Is Life (new song done this year) - except, all kinda quieter. Also, with my voice out of action, it was surreal being in a worship setting and not being able to sing at all. But it was brilliant, God showed up and was lifted up, which equals "success" in my book. After morning service, me, Christian, Annekke, Andy, Matt and some other dudes went for Chinese. Met an Irish girl called Paula, who's from near where Irish Dave is from, so I got to use and learn some more NI phrases! The craic is ninety!! Then we headed to the beach, then hung out with Christian and Annekke, then helped setup and stuff for evening meeting, which was like being home/Newday, but LOUD. It was most excellent. Chatted to someone whose youth leader used to be Alf!!! Then pub with everyone. It was amazing.

After pub, Tom and Toby showed me where the bus stop was, we had some awesome chats. Toby is possibly the fiercest Christian I've met, he's so cool and hella inspiring to talk to. On the bus back to campus, got to chat with a Philosophy student about Jesus. That was awesome.

To save giving a blow by blow account of the last day or so, to sum up: my voice is dead, everyone asks you the same 5 or 6 basic questions (what's your name, where are you from, what are you studying, where are you staying, plus a couple more for Christians), I've met scores of people, some of them I hope I'll know for years to come, IR looks fun, but really, it's all about Jesus. I've been here 4 days, but I feel like I've already grown and been refined in that respect: a degree would be excellent, yeah, the banter will be mighty, but really, I wanna serve God here. He has called me here for this time, so I just want to let nothing stop me doing whatever he has for me to do. I wanna do great things for God.

54 hours...

So, I've been meaning to blog since... well, January. And then about March/April. And then at the start of this summer... you get the picture. Either way, there is no time like the present! And, given I begin my adventures in Sunny Sussex by the Sea (/the wonder that is/will be Brighton) in roughly 54 hours, it's not like time is something I have a lot of.




This is about 2/3 of what's coming. Yes, it includes roughly 2 guitars and circa. 40 mugs. Yes, it's going all in one car. Yes, it will be fun. I still need to tidy my room, and clear out all my mess. But it's weird thinking I have seen people for the last time in a while. I have led worship for the last time at GCC, after 2 years. Had my last proper cell night. I have 3 sleeps left in my own bed for about 10 weeks. THAT's upsetting. Blah blah blah. Enough of that. It's been good times, but I'm sure there will be plenty more to come. Although it'll be hard to top this moment...





Apparently, that wasn't meant to be in there. According to Sharon, & the rest of cell... I will choose to believe them. Regardless, Jonny (http://www.photoblog.com/jonny365) got a picture of it. Brilliant.


In all seriousness, I think as much as I'll miss this place and this house and people from Sixth Form and such, I will miss my extended church family the most. Getting prayed for on Sunday morning brought home that these guys are awesome - Jon, Tim, Alf, Alan, Alex, Chris H, Paul, Becky, Jan, my parents, Tom, Barry, Joey, Ben, Elizabeth, La & Dan, Jessica, Titch, etc, etc - it reminded me of that bit in Hebrews 12 about persevering "since we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses". It put faces, and a weird mix of encouragement and challenge. A spurring on, a "come on!", and all the usual sporting metaphors.

On a smilar note, I am making my way through John Stott's "The Cross of Christ" at the moment. I'm going very slowly, which is odd for me. Books I love, I will race through and finish, usually in one sitting (I do this for sacred, profane, ancient, modern: Mark Driscoll's "Vintage Jesus"; Camus' "L'Etranger"; "Cur Deus Homo"; Plato's "Symposium", to give examples, all were done and dusted in 48 hours each). Stott takes his time. He doesn't feel the need to be soundbitey; he doesn't wax elegently for no reason, or waffle on. Rather, he makes his points systematically, precisely, referencing those from Augustine & Paul to H L A Hart & Rawls, illustrating succinctly and simply the awesomeness of the cross.

I have spent a week on the chapter of God's wrath. I've just reread it and reread it. It gives me strange comfort. C J Mahaney gave a sermon on it at Downs in the 80s (not that I was alive, but thankfully, bloggers were around to hear it and post it on! Now where were they circa 0-33 a.d??), and the more I read comes back to this point that it's easy to flinch from and forget. We like our God as loving to those He loves, and angry against those who abandon Him - we see His wrath against the latter category as His justice, but in reality, we need to be reminded that we are all in that place. God is the God of kittens and flowers, this is true. But we have violently, actively and evilly rebelled against the King. We are by all rights objects of and subject to His wrath, the wrath that killed Uzzah, the wrath that toasted Ananias and Zafira, that drowned a world of sin, that sent a chosen people into exile. We do not deserve this love, that drove to the self-substitution of God, that led to His wrath being poured out against His own Son. And it is in the context of the mental wrath of God that this is revealled most. Don't give me shallow pictures of God being lovely. God is wrath, and it is good!





(I did a Google Image Search for "wrath", and all I could find was some weird manga and some ironic kittens, so I searched for Uzzah instead. As a related note, this is what would've happened to me if I ever went above a top E when leading worship. It is indeed an "irreverent act").


Anyway, my room needs finishing...