The blog of the Ancient Mariner: Ever find there was a job you couldn't do any more?

Tuesday 5 December 2006

Ever find there was a job you couldn't do any more?

I can't write Christmas cards.

I can't spell names.

I choose the wrong people to write to.

I sign us off wrong.

I especially wind up my wife.

If you get a card I wrote this year, sorry. Now where's my kennel?

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Why post emergent?

Why not?

Some years ago I wrote about things relating to church I thought were important then and probably still do to an extent. So many of us want to make sure stuff is right, trying to differentiate ourselves, yet also often miss the more important stuff, the bigger picture.

I watch various people doing church in different ways and wonder how much God is concerned about our 'important' bits of theology or stances we take. The church stream I was once so pleased to be part of is starting to look like every other church to me, so maybe it's time I had a little humility instead of pride at being different.