Brothers, think of what you were when you were called.
Not many of you were wise by human standards;
not many were influential;
not many were of noble birth.
But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise;
God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.
He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things
– and the things that are not –
to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.
It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus…
Therefore, as it is written: 'Let him who boasts boast in the Lord.'
I'm 28, and not particularly succesful at anything (in any of the standard ways the world measures success, anyway). It's a big area of insecurity for me, especially now that I am about to leave behind singleness and join forces with Maria – I am expected, by most people, to have 'things to offer' as a husband, by which we usually mean material things and signs of success. And I don't have them.
Leaving me in good company. I was just reminded about the heroes of the Faith who were just plodding along quietly before God elevated them to positions of influence & responsibility. Such as:
Elisha – ploughman
Moses – shepherd
Jesus – carpenter
Peter – fisherman
Saul – donkey-herder
Rebekah – water-collector
David – folk-singer
Matthew – taxman
Daniel – refugee
Esther – beauty-contest winner
Gideon – wheat farmer
And I guess that the big issue that comes out of it for me is, 'Am I willing to plod along without EVER being elevated? Is being God's boy elevation enough for me?'
I feel like there's a lot to be said for hunter-gatherers. While growing things myself is becoming one of my main life ambitions, I'm already making quite a good fist of ambling around Devonia eating things as I go.
Pretty regularly this summer, for whatever reason, I've felt discouraged & burdened & generally squashed. The cure? Wandering in empty lanes with just the Sun & a thousand blackberries for company. The world is a horrible, difficult place, full of responsibilities & obligations & stuff; and then suddenly little black jewels are glistening in the hedgerows, God loves me, & valuable things don't have to come at a price.
Our conversation at dinner this evening was about how much food is just outside, waiting for us to find it: rabbits, ducks, pigeons, mushrooms, herbs of all sorts, mussels, elderberries, watercress etc.etc. (and that doesn't include what the supermarkets chuck out or roadkill!) Loads of things.
Now, I'm not the sort of chap who wants to ONLY eat gleanings – I like pitta bread too much – and the idea of stinging nettle soup makes me feel queasy, but I do think we need to re-teach ourselves how to spot the goodness of our surroundings. And England really is a very, very fruitful country, especially down in this corner.
from a song by John Clare (1793 – 1864)
This is Kseniya Simonova, winner of Ukraine's Got Talent. Unbelievable stuff.
I remember once having a conversation with Maria about how, when we're old and grey and like to ramble on about all we've seen and heard, we'll be able to tell people that we used to watch Wayne Rooney play football! Every week! PRIVILEGE!!