Ok, so I don't talk about it much on here, 'cos it's not known for making a guy popular, but I'm actually a Christian. Keep it on the lowdown, though.
So yesterday I decided that I'd see how well I could understand a Church service in Swedish. It went pretty well, actually, which is a good sign, 'cos there's a whole load of new words you need to know like "pray", "worship", etc. that you don't tend to learn at university...
The weirdest thing happened half way through, though. Obviously all the songs they sang were in Swedish, and to be honest I wasn't expecting anything else. Then, halfway through the meeting the Church choir got up and started singing a song in English and I began to cry.
It wasn't particularly beautiful: they weren't in tune with each other, they looked half-bored, they pronounced the words phonetically and I suspect many of them didn't even know what they were specifically singing about, but it meant the world to me.
Of all the thousands of songs they could have sung in Swedish and probably tens of thousands they could have sung in English, they chose a song that has been stuck in my head through the last month and kept me going through everything I've struggled with...
Now call it coincidence or whatever but to me it was as if God was singing back to me through this group of unremarkable middle-aged people...
And now I realise that it doesn't matter what I think or how faithful I've been: God didn't go away or cease to exist because I didn't know if He was there. He was just waiting for me to... actually, I don't know what He was waiting for or doing really, but I suspect that the last month fits into exactly the same plan that brought me here- how alarming that last month's confidence in His plan could slip away so quickly... I am a boat tossed by waves on the ocean.
A startling shard of honesty from Mr.Lego. I almost don't know where it came from.
So yesterday I decided that I'd see how well I could understand a Church service in Swedish. It went pretty well, actually, which is a good sign, 'cos there's a whole load of new words you need to know like "pray", "worship", etc. that you don't tend to learn at university...
The weirdest thing happened half way through, though. Obviously all the songs they sang were in Swedish, and to be honest I wasn't expecting anything else. Then, halfway through the meeting the Church choir got up and started singing a song in English and I began to cry.
It wasn't particularly beautiful: they weren't in tune with each other, they looked half-bored, they pronounced the words phonetically and I suspect many of them didn't even know what they were specifically singing about, but it meant the world to me.
Of all the thousands of songs they could have sung in Swedish and probably tens of thousands they could have sung in English, they chose a song that has been stuck in my head through the last month and kept me going through everything I've struggled with...
Now call it coincidence or whatever but to me it was as if God was singing back to me through this group of unremarkable middle-aged people...
And now I realise that it doesn't matter what I think or how faithful I've been: God didn't go away or cease to exist because I didn't know if He was there. He was just waiting for me to... actually, I don't know what He was waiting for or doing really, but I suspect that the last month fits into exactly the same plan that brought me here- how alarming that last month's confidence in His plan could slip away so quickly... I am a boat tossed by waves on the ocean.
A startling shard of honesty from Mr.Lego. I almost don't know where it came from.
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and sometimes jesus too...