Being a Christ-like Space Invader - a guest post on evangelism by my friend Joe
The Hitchhiker's Guide to Joe
A daily(ish) blog covering the goings on in the life of Joseph Turner (that's me).
Captive by philosophy
Coming in from Hot Choc early yesterday morning I laughed myself to sleep listening to my friends arguing in the room next door. Their conversation went a little something like this:
M: … so you see all things are possible and therefore all things are uncertain.
P: That’s stupid, that bottle is still on the table. No-one is going to dispute that.
D: Exactly.
M: Well it might be, or it might not. It depends how you define “bottle”.
D: Rubish! Just because you say something doesn’t mean it’s true. I can say that the sun is made of chicken and I’m formed of blue juniper berries and glue, but it doesn’t mean it is or I am.
M: Weeeellllll …
Good to see that the spam bots who email my CU committee account value prayer so highly!
At the feast
Unpacking after arriving back at university yesterday I discovered that my Grandma had bought me 12 cans of chicken curry! 12 cans! That’s enough to stock a small corner shop. With them stacked in my room I feel like I’ve made a good start on stocking up supplies for when I inevitably get locked in the house all summer. I normally have one can every two weeks; with a ten week term Grandma has certainly set me a mighty challenge.
I briefly considered getting rid of a few by serving them up at this morning’s prayer meeting, but have now though better of it.
By ‘qrb son of Mṥk son of Ġzlt and he found the inscription of Mṥk and Ng’t and so he was unable to speak and was miserable and he hastened from Gl‘d to Tdmr and so O Ṧ‘hqm [grant] security and freedom from want for whoever is in need of milk
And it was written … in Greek.
So I’ve been told that learning Ancient Greek should improve my grammar and spelling and to some extent I guess that has been true. For instance I now understand and can spell words like “crasis”, “metron” and “elision”.
How come then, when I look back over my Greek notes, is it that I still find that I’ve spelt “amount” as “amont” and “wagon” as “wagan”?
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I guess I’m just gifted like that :D
Because if the lyrics “it’s greatgreatbrillbrillwikiwkiskillskill to have a friend like Jesus” don’t generate a sense of nostalgia and the need to wince upon hearing them then you’ve missed out on a key part of your childhood …
You must learn to hug the cactus!
A day of cold
I went back to uni just for last night (to go see Adrian Plass speak at Holy Trinity), but when I got back into my house to sleep I knew I had made a mistake.
SO cold.
Wrapped in a sleeping bag and blanket I couldn’t bring my self to turn the heating back on with just me in the house.
I paid for my cheapskatery - every 45mins I woke up shivering.
Personally though I don’t blame the cold, I reckon it was actually my body going into shock after Pierre forced me to eat salad earlier that day …
