Lama's log

It's been a long while since I blogged and quite simply it's because I've had really nothing of note to say. There are a few things that have been buzzing around in my head of late which I may well comment on now, but I think I am still only writing out of a sense of duty to a space I seem to have been neglecting.

So; where to start. Easter day, which seems to have been a very long time ago was marked with me being a little, well, depressive. By that I mean that by the time I reached Sunday morning this year I had undergone such a journey through Holy Week that I felt very responsible for the crucifixion of Christ. That's not such a bad thing in as much as I really did walk the walk this year. However, it did mean that come Easter Morning a congregation who were expecting a rather chipper preach on the risen Christ instead got hit with, 'Christ is risen, feel the fear'.

It was an interesting take for me as well. Lets face it though if you actually were part of the crucifixion, you know, one of the ones baying for blood, or even a disciple fleeing the scene, then you have to wonder at just how pleased you would be to see the risen Lord. The feelings of guilt and mastodonic error, the fact that not only had you fled the scene but then have been caught doing it by God himself. Peter must have squirmed in Jesus' presence (which was then preached on rather brilliantly by Andy the following week from John). Yep, on Easter morning it wasn't simple joy floating around me, there was a tangible sense of the fear of God

Other than that, I read A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini which prompted me to enter the world of women's oppression again. It's a good read, well written and I advise you not to let the fact that it's been in Richard and Judy's book club recommendations put you off. I am often awed by the fate of most other women in the world. Gender issues brush me but lightly and there have only been 2 occasions in my life where my gender has put me in a position of real powerlessness. Realisation that other people live in such a way day to day provoked both an emotional and practical reaction in me. It also prompted a recurring thought that in the normal sphere of things, fiction may well be a much more powerful medium than academia.

In and amongst things there's also been a lot of 'stuff' at church which has meant huge numbers of conversations which have been both draining and enlightening. All in all I look at 'church' and think it's bloody marvellous. People are glorious with tendencies towards mass lunacy. I stand in the midst and alongside the madness for the most part, and so it goes on......