Last weekend I hopped onto a bus with my brother Matt. We went rambling on the Stour Valley Way. It's a gorgeous walk, along the river. Although we did get a bit stuck in between some mud and a puddle so big it was home to a moorhen. We walked from Moordown/Redhill, which is a fairly urban part of Bournemouth, and you wouldn't suspect there was a nature reserve and arboretum stuck in the middle of it all. We walked almost as far as the old flour mill at Throop, and came out through the housing estate at Muscliffe. The river was full, everything was really out in bloom, and we spent ages trying to identify a tree we think was probably a Rowan...brilliant!
No kingfishers though...booo. It reminded me why I don't bother going to church services. (Other than the fact I had been out until 4am the night before, watching Tom and James dance to Like A Virgin at 60million postcards...) I got to see the wonder of God expressed in His creativity, and realised not only my part, and my connectivity to it all, but also my responsibility. Plus hanging out with my brother, and I'm always totally humbled and thankful for my family.
as for the talking bit. Had the beginning of an interesting discussion with Shan about being 'unequally yolked' yesterday. It's one of those patches of the bible which has been given a determined meaning, but actually we're unsure that the meaning ties in with a holistic biblical view.
"Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and
wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? What
harmony is there between Christ and Belial? What does a believer have in common
with an unbeliever? What agreement is there between the temple of God and
idols?"
and
"To the rest I say this (I, not the Lord): If any brother has a wife who is not a believer and she is willing to live with him, he must not divorce her. And if a woman has a husband who is not a believer and he is willing to live with her, she must not divorce him. For the unbelieving husband has been sanctified through his wife, and the unbelieving wife has been sanctified through her believing husband. Otherwise your children would be unclean, but as it is, they are holy.
But if the unbeliever leaves, let him do so. A believing man or woman is not bound in such circumstances; God has called us to live in peace. How do you know, wife, whether you will save your husband? Or, how do you know, husband, whether you will save your wife? "
Is marriage a 'yoke'? Does being yoked really simply mean to be in a relationship with someone? or is it more complicated than that? Being yoked is to be tied to someone else who is making the decisions on what direction we take. It is to be pulled around by someone.
How deep does our faith go if we are pulled around by people to that extent? and how deep can it be if we do not have an equal pull within our relationships?
A 'believer' can do more damage, and can be the 'unequal' part of a yoke to a non believer. a 'believer' (or a WITBOTL) can corrupt someone's thinking, destroy any confidence they have in spiritual searching, tie someone down in leglism, inflict religiosity on someone. a 'non believer' (or NYWITBOTL...haha) can challenge, question, demand, expect and encourage faith.
Shan & I also discussed the fact that it is so hard to judge who is and isn't in the club anyway.
I think about how often we use the 2 corinth verses to justify an opinion which breaks up relationships, or stops them before they have even started. how often have we missed out on potentially important relationships because of the use of these verses? and i wonder how often people stop to think about them, as a whole, on the whole life level. it seems like a pretty typical attitude of 'one size will damn well fit all' on the bible, and faith in general. perhaps in future i shall bring the 1 corinth passage up in reply to any bad advice on being unequally yoked.
it makes me think about all the things i am told bring me closer to God, or helps me to know them better. I struggle to see them in so many of those things. They must be in those things, because many other people find them there. Or perhaps people find what they want to view as God, and I find what I want to view as God. More often than not God turns up in the words of the people we don't expect to say anything worth listening to, in the places where we hold out no hope to know God. Perhaps God has purposefully hidden themselves from me, in order to make me have to think, explore and dig a bit deeper. My complacence has forced God into a game of hide and seek....