What makes a play a play?

Ever since I saw the ‘Phantom of the Opera’, I have been wondering what makes a play a play. As I endeavor to try to unravel the mystery behind my wonderment, I need to reckon that my exposure to plays is limited. In all my life I have seen just three plays in a theatre and all of them have been musicals. I have never acted in any play, except for some small dramas in my Church fellowship. So my exploration of my idea of plays is entirely based on my inspiration on seeing the ‘Phantom of the Opera’, twice.

I think my wonderment started with the thought, “why the play is better than the movie?”. I was trying to ascertain the essence of the difference between the play and the movie. The movie and the play both primarily cater to the sense of sight, sound and spirit (intellect), but still they are different.
I think the essence of the difference which gives the play a whole new dimension which the movie lacks is that the play appeals to a different sense in human beings in a way that the movie can never appeal to – the ‘sense of reality’. Apart from our sense of sight, sound and intellect, we have a sense of reality. The sense of reality is our innate ability to sense that which is real from that which is illusionary. The play has in it a sense of reality which the movie can never create. Perhaps, this ‘sense of reality’ sensitizes a very deep part of the human essence that is otherwise untouched.
In the movies, when an actor raises his hand once, it is captured in digital or analog data and then replayed to recreate the illusion of the actor raising his hands again on a screen millions of times before billions of audience. But with the play when an actor raises the hand, it is done in a ‘real’ way each time, and the audience sees the realness of the sights and the sounds. This realness causes a part of our being to liven up, which otherwise is pretty much dead.
Owing to my limited vocabulary, I lack the right words  to describe this part of human nature which livens up when it interacts with the ‘realness’ of life. I do not know much of human psychology or human nature to know what word in human lexicon describes what I want to describe best, so I think I’ll coin a new word for this – Quillity (kind of rhymes with quiddity. Quiddity is the sense of ‘whatness’ of things).
Let me define Quillity as the sense of realness of human relationship in the interaction (or the activity) that appeals to our ‘sense of reality’ in a way beyond the simple ‘space-time’ dimension. For example, the quillity in chatting with one’s sweet heart in facebook is less when compared to chatting in a restaurant. The ‘realness’ of human relationship in the experience makes all the difference.
To delve a little more on what other areas would find some application for the word ‘quillity’, I would like to start with a question.Why did God not just imagine human beings as a dream in His mind? Why did he not just make a movie of human history in His mind? Why did He have to create ‘real’ flesh and blood human beings who are distinct from Him and then allow each of them to ‘really’ play on the Stage? Afterall, the brilliant poet said, ‘All the world’s a stage’, Why did Go have to create the stage at all? The answer is I believe in the ‘need for quillity’ in the experience of love. God is love, He cannot love without quillity, for love cannot operate in a world where there is no relational realness. For in love if there is no relational realness, then love becomes unreal. If love becomes unreal, then God who is the embodiment of love become (un)God. God cannot make love go unreal because to do that would be to aninhilate Himself. So He created flesh and blood human being to love them. God wants quillity in human relationship.

In fact, when I was watching the Phantom of the Opera the second time, at the end of the play, I saw the actors come up to bow to the audience. I felt a sense of love for them. The emotion wasn’t just adoration, there was a tinge of love-longing. Somewhere in the deeper part of my human nature the quillity (relational realness) of the experience had fostered within me a love for them. I believe that it is here the play touches a part of human nature, in a way the movie can never be. I have watched umpteen movies, and there are some movies I have watched umpteen times, infact I have watched the movie of the ‘Phantom of the Opera’ more than once. But in the movies, I never felt any love-longing for the actual actors. I think it was probably because the place somewhere deep within me, where the spring of love has its source, can only be touched by the sense of ‘relational realness’ of the object – the quillity of the object. In movies, the sense of the ‘unrealness’ of the object is often the pervading force, so they cannot reach out the that part of human nature which longs for ‘relational realness’. With the play, it is the ‘sense of reality’ or the ‘relational realness’ that is its appeal – it is the quillity that makes a play a play.

Love Without Talking

Inspired by —> http://lerwanderer.vox.com/library/post/love-without-talking.html?_c=feed-atom

The video here is better –> http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=109247895549&ref=mf

Love without talking (words)?

Can love be without words?

Absolutely. But only when words

Though not ‘talked’, are most cherished

When simple words ‘Hi’, ‘Nice 2 meet U’

‘Do U want to meet’ evoke the profoundest emotions

That is love. Love that can liven the dead ethos

Make obsolete the pangs of pathos

No. Needn’t be smart with words

But yes. Need to be sensitive in spirit

To be more sensitive than smart

Is to love without talking words.

This of course, is the lesson

From Forest Gump as well

To to be more sensitive than smart

Is to truly be in love.

Don’t Waste Your Life – An exposition of the obvious

If great thinkers are people who have the ability to expound on the obvious with a mastery and ingenuity that helps fellow men to ‘look’ at the obvious and really ‘see’ it for the first time and thereby have a paradigm shift in how life is perceived, then I guess John Piper has to be counted among the great thinkers. The axiom “Don’t waste your life”, is something that is too obvious to all of us, not just because it is most frequent warning that we get to hear from our parents and teachers but because somewhere in the our fundamental human nature it is ingrained into our sense of consciousness that our life and time is not be wasted but be used to some worthy end.

It is this aspect of human nature, that says that a life spent for the worthy cause isn’t a wasted life, which causes men to barge into a battle field and willingly risking the thrust of the cold blade into their breast or the sensation of quick bullet barreling through their body or, on the other hand, sitting all day and watch TV or getting lost hours together in the virtual world of social networking – the former being the nobler virtues of ‘sacrificial living’ the latter being the banal activities of ‘enjoying life’, both of them being driven by the principle of not wasting life, though from very different perspectives.

John Piper’s brilliance in this book is that he takes this ‘Don’t waste your life’ idea that is too obvious and then another idea of ‘magnifying God’, which again is too obvious to Christians, and then in his ingenious theological exposition of how these two ideas interlace with each other he makes a compelling case for how ‘sacrificial living’ is truly ‘enjoying life’. He finds a monolithic unity to seemingly disparate aspects of sacrifice and enjoyment in life – the ‘blazing centre’ of that unity being the ‘severe mercy’ the Cross of Christ.

I have been reading this book for the past few weeks to keep pace with the book club. I have spent much time assimilating his view points. I just completed reading the book. Looking back at the big picture that he has drawn, I think his work has a lot to do with the Des Cartesian quest for certainty from chaos.

He starts off the book explaining his youth life of confused existence when he was looking, in the midst of chaos, for some certainty that he could commit himself to. He ends the book with a great degree of certainty about how Christians should approach their leisure life, work life, mission life and vision life. Pivotal to the paradigm shift is his realization that the act of enjoying God/life and magnifying God are the same and that the act of self-abandonment and magnifying God are the same. So the act of enjoying God/life and self-abandonment for a worthy cause become the same. This is a simple A = B, B = C so A = C logic.  

It is this principle behind this paradigm shift that helps one to ‘look’ at the obvious and really ‘see’ it for first time. It is precisely this principle that the modern humanist to whom self-preservation is the means to enjoying life, fails to understand. To the extent to which the modern Christian fails to understand the relationship between magnifying God, enjoying life and abandoning self, the modern Christian will have wasted his/her life.

Reflecting on all of this, I am reminded of two words of advice my mother used to tell me when I was a kid, “Heaven has not place for lazy boys”, “you cannot got to heaven in a rocking chair”. This book, I think, is primal to any Christian who wishes to live a life such that he/she does not have to look back and be exasperated, “I have wasted my life, how on earth did I fail to ‘see’ the obvious”. 

A Date with Piper

On a Friday evening eager to unwind from work-life and get back to real-life, I was on time for the date with Piper. Before the start of the book club meet on John Piper’s, “Don’t waste your life”, it was whispered that we were waiting on Kristi’s cookies, she came in just as we started and boy the wait was worth it. I would say that even if the date with Piper wasn’t worth the date per se, it was worth the cookies. So finally, with the taste of the cookie lingering in the taste buds, the video started rolling.

That was the first time I saw John Piper and I instantly was struck by the tenderness, sensitivity and strength in his demeanor. As he spoke sometimes in a quivering voice, as though in search for words but actually, I think, in a trembling cognition of the sublime Truths being uttered, he was ravishingly compelling. I just couldn’t help sitting upright in the cozy corner of the couch being riveted to his exposition of Truth.

I cannot forget the way he expounded on Lewis’ idea of ‘quiddity’ or the ‘thisness of life’ not just because of the profundity of the idea being conveyed but because of the way his whole being was involved in the exposition. It is permanently ingrained in my memory how when he expounded on the ‘thisness’, he held up the bony back of his hands, all ten fingers spread out between him and the camera and said, “the thisness Lewis spoke of helped me appreciate the realness of life”.

Later he, rightly calls Lewis as the ‘romantic rationalist’. I would like to call Piper the ‘romantic realist’. The first time I ever came to know of Piper was about three years ago when, in a book store, I read a captivating title of a book, “Desiring God”, and thought to myself, ‘Oh, boy, who is that guy who has written a book titled so’ and there was the author John Piper. Then I thought to myself that I had to know more about this guy. My first guess was that this guy ought to have been a monk like Antony Bloom or Thomas Merton or Henri Neuman to be so ‘romantic’ about God but then I did not know that he was a guy living a ‘real’ life as anyone else.

I had to wait three years to have my first date with Piper. Though it was an e-date, I have been so impressed with him that I can’t wait to have my second date with him at the Book club at St. John the Divine Church’s Single Fusion club. 

A Drop of the Divine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luRmM1J1sfg

There aren’t surprises which do not have the element of the transcended in them. There isn’t an admiration where a part of the unconsious self does not admire an absolute. Without a God there are no absolutes, without a ‘God of surprises’ there are no surprises either.

 

47, unwed, unloved except by a cat
Unemployed. Unruly hair
Unkissed lips, ungroomed being
Stands up to surprise an audience.

An audience that love freely
Groom costly, sit smugly.
Kiss countless, cuddle many.
Cynical coterie, ridicule ready.

Stocky limbs, stumpy physique
Grumpy manners, Cheesy chatter.
Not unlike the distant cousins
Evolutionary garbage?

Suddenly, a dream
Out of nowhere
Simply outrageous
Ultimately hilarious!

Oh, but, from the ludicrously dreamy
Unshapely frumpy bundle
The sound of Divine Breath
The dream come true.

A shocking marvel.
Ravishingly outlandish.
A voice of an Angel.
A miraculous evolution – the misfit survives.

From the primordial slime
To the first amino acid, to ape and the man
The fit miss, the misfit hit
A dream, a beautiful dream.

Not a chimpy cousin
Not an aberrant DNA
Not the primordial soup.
But a drop of the Divine.

If nature’s got talent
Man’s got the Divine.
A drop of the Divine
Of the God of surprises.

The Easter Contention

Google has a different logo on its search page for the special days of the year which can be anything from St. Patrick’s day to Darwin’s Birthday to Christmas. I was curious to see if they had something special for Easter, there was none. I really did not know if I had to be surprised about that or not. I was surprised at myself that I was not sure what to think. After all each Easter I come across emails and blogs from fellow Christians telling me that Easter was originally a pagan festival and that Christians ought not to observe Easter any more. Once I called a Christian friend and said ‘Happy Easter’ and he said, ‘Oh, I don’t celebrate Easter because it was Emperor Constantine’s conspiracy that we celebrate Easter today, I don’t want to be a part of his conspiracy “. (of course I paraphrased that a little) I guess folks at Google did not want to take sides and left their logo unchanged.

I am stupefied by the contention within the Christian circles on whether Christians should celebrate Easter, after all the conspiracy theorists say that Easter was a pagan festival that got Christened for astute political reasons by Emperor Constantine. And among those Christian who celebrate Easter there is a contention on how they should greet, ‘Happy Easter’ or ‘The Lord is risen’.

The day before Easter, when I finished the purchase at Wal-Mart supercentre and paid the bill when the old Hispanic lady at the counter told me ‘Happy Easter to you’, I was overjoyed. The feeling of being overjoyed certainly wasn’t the joyful reminiscence of the Easter mood with all its festivities and the food. The reason for my joy was just that after a tiring day of shopping and running errands when out of the blue suddenly I heard ‘Happy Easter’, it gave me an opportunity to be ‘reminded’ of God.

Let me state that  at the Wal-Mart, it did not matter to me that 2000 years ago Easter was a pagan festival. It did not matter to me that many Christians thought it was wrong to wish ‘Happy Easter’. The point is that the lady’s Easter wish gave me an opportunity to ‘stop’, step back from my ‘shopping mood’ and ‘mediate’ on God. Likewise, the celebration of Easter whether it coincides with the lunar cycle of harvest or not, whether it was originally a pagan festival or not, gives to me an opportunity to celebrate the love of the risen Lord.

Personally, I think that the “Lord is risen” is a lot more meaningful than “Happy Easter”, but even saying the ‘Lord is risen’ can become another custom if we don’t realize the meaning of the truth that we utter – that it is the fact of the risen Lord which brings us together into fellowship with each other. It is true that sometimes, when we say the “Lord is risen” or “Happy Easter” we really d not feel it resonate with the deeper meditations of our heart and it appears to be just a  ritualistic greeting.

But it does not matter. I would rather have an Easter where get an opportunity to take a step back and mediate on what resurrection means to me and thereby get closer to God at the cost of saying ninety percentage of the time “Happy Easter” or “Lord is risen” without really feel the profundity of the utterance rather than not celebrate Easter at all not wish anyone, ‘Happy Easter’ or ‘Lord is risen’ and thereby just loose an opportunity to ‘stop’, ‘step back’ and ‘mediate’ on God.

In Houston, during Easter season, I have enjoyed my Christian fellowship at the St. John the Divine Episcopal Church. Last weekend, I was invited by an affectionate family to fellowship with them in their advanced celebration of Easter lunch as they were out of town for Easter. This weekend I was invited by another loving family to fellowship with them on Easter day and I enjoyed the delicious lunch and the long conversations that we had over the lunch. My mom was concerned that I may be having a lonely Easter season in Houston , “Oh, no”, I told her, “I am having one heaven of a time here”. But for the fact of the risen Lord and the celebration of Easter we may loose the opportunity for such wonderful Christian fellowship.

In today’s Easter service I was struck by the exuberance and zeal that exuded from the demeanor and the message of the Rector of the St. John the Divine Episcopal Church. When he started the message, I loved the way contrary to what he usually did, after ascending the pulpit, he allowed the congregation to stand for a couple of minutes as he ‘proclaimed’ the glory of the risen Lord before bidding the congregation to sit. After all we all stand when the national anthem of our country is sung, why not stand up when the glory of the risen Lord is ‘proclaimed’.

May the celebration of Easter that has continued on for well over millennia go on for many more as well.

May the glory of the risen Lord be proclaimed and celebrated by His Bride, the Church until He comes back for her.

May we wish each other ‘Happy Easter’ or ‘Lord is risen’ and truly mean it and mediate on its meaning. 

Valentine Meditations

“Blessed are the single, for they shall find True love”

 After 4 months of living in Houston, and repeated attempts to getting a motorcycle being unsuccessful, I have become crazy the my freedom is being limited by my not being able to find a quicker means of commuting about than commuting on a bicycle. Today, I came to know that a guy had a motorcycle for sale. I called him and asked if I could go over and see his motorcycle. I could feel the exasperation in his voice when he said, “Today is Valentine’s Day and I am going to my girl friends house”. And I said, “Oh, I am sorry I didn’t realize that today is Valentine’s Day”.  It was then I started on my valentine meditations.

Popular history states that Valentine’s Day is a lovers’ celebration of the sacrifice that St. Valentine did in order to get to lovers married against the law. I wonder why St. Valentine isn’t given as much importance in how valentine’s day is celebrated. This day is not about St. Valentine but about lovers. Lovers are so lost in each other that they fail to acknowledge the person who sacrificed himself to bring lovers together and make this day of celeberation possible. St. Valentine is moved out of the equation of Valentine celebrations.

 

Human beings are wired to celebrate joy but they also seem to be wired to forget the cause of the joy. Consequently, after quite a while, forgetting the cause of the joy makes the joy that is celeberated into something other than what it was meant to be and then they would never be able to enjoy the joy that originally was. If St. Valentine would be come back to life today, I think he would most likely be flabbergasted by the things that are celeberated, which he has become the cause of.

 

The ultimate cause of all causes is the uncaused Cause of all. The ultimate cause of love is the ultimate Valentine the One who first envisioned in his uncaused mind the possibility of human love and then when  on to create with all his powers of creativity, a place for man in the cosmos. Then He went one step further to create man and woman as lovers of each other. Every time love is celebrated leaving the ultimate cause of love the ultimate Valentine, the ultimate Lover out of the equation of celebration of love, the love that is celebrated becomes something else.

 

The other day in MSNBC there was a new clip about a company which offered discrete dating services for married people. The CEO of the company was interviewed and asked to justify the moral legitimacy of the services his company was giving. He said, “we have always been evolving, in the previous era we redefined the idea of arranged marriages and now we are redefining the idea of monogamy in marriages.” When the creator and the caue of love is left out of the equation of love, love becomes something else.

 

Christian singles who are still single and wait would do much better for themselves if they found true love in the ultimate Valentine before they go about trying to find love in their life partners. It is not surprising to me that in the Bible, God should use the bridal analogy to relate with human beings more often than the father-child analogy. Unless they learn to love God as the Groom they would never be able to involve God in the equation of love with their spouses. Only when Christian singles learn to love God as the Groom, would they be able to experience what true love is and would be better able to love their life partners much better than they could have had they not loved God as the Groom. Loving God as the Groom can best happen in single life. Blessed are the single for they shall find true love.  

Lessons from ‘Lessons and Carols’

Last week was Christmas ‘lessons and Carols’ service at the Saint John the Divine Episcopal Church at Houston, my new home, where is snows one day and is sunny the next. I was not excited at the prospect of attending a service which did not have the holy Eucharist, but Sunday morning is a time to be with God and God’s people so I was at the service. Little did I know how so captivating the lessons and carols can be. I attended both the morning service and the evening service of lessons and carols at SJD and loved worshiping God in both.

The way the sequence of songs and lessons were chronologically organized tracing human history right from the fall through the ‘4000 thousand years of winter’ to the redemption by Incarnation, to the day when the lions and lambs would lie beside each other was beautiful. But what was even more appealing was the way one form of worship alternates with another and keeps our souls and minds enthralled the whole time. The Word of God that precedes each song awakens the mind to be engrossed in the beauty and the pertinence of the Truth that exudes from Him. The age old songs which shall be sung for ages to come, true to their timelessness, and sung by a choir that feels and exudes its granduer, connect deeply any mystically with the soul. The whole experience creates a transcended sense of the Truth in our minds and hearts.

The age old carol songs carry with them a richness depth from of the age old Christian saints, something the musical creations of contemporary Christian TV celebrities seldom match up to.

There is something so awe inspiring about the lessons, about one person standing up before a rapt audience and reading aloud and clear the Word of God in it pure and glorious form, unadulterated by any human being’s expositions and interpreted by the great Interpreter in the hearts and the minds of ‘those who have ears’. The Word of God does not need human exposition, the Word of God is the ever- living Word of God. The Word enters our beings and has His ‘life’ there, thereby creating in us new life. This is experience of God is unadulterated transcended purity.

Some contemporary Christians don’t seem to be able to appreciate such unadulterated purity of experiencing God through lessons and carols, they assume that lessons and carols are a thing of the past. It is a pity that the modern man’s jaded senses demand a lot of aberrations in the form of jokes and rhetoric from the preacher to make the Word come ‘alive’ in them. But with Lessons and Carols there is no such aberration, either one gets the pure Word of God or one gets nothing. After all it is better to have nothing than to think one has got something of a ‘feeling’ only to realize at a latter stage that what one thought one had ‘got’ was just an illusion which was forcefully inculcated by the sheer will power when one comes to the Lord expecting to receive some ‘feeling’ than to give ‘ear’ to Him.

Apart form the beauty of the Word of God that was so apparent in the lessons and carols, the thing that struck me most in the service was the song ‘What child is this…’ It is a song that is loved by many cChristians.

‘…Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.’

God moved out of His ‘comfort zone’ in heaven, was willing to be born as a helpless baby and had to be dependent on others. It is a deep irony of how God places Himself at a position where He is dependent for His survival on His own creation. It spoke volumes to me because I was sitting in the Church disgruntled that God had brought me out of my ‘comfort zone’ in India where ‘freedom’ was the essence of my being, to a new land where the essence of my being had become anxiety and dependence. The loss of comfort and freedom was so disturbing and depressing to me, but there at the Lessons and Carols, in comparison to the loss that God had to suffer, mine feebled out.

I thank God for the wonderful experience with the lessons and carols at SJD. When I was walking out of the evening service, one gentleman shook hands with me and told me, “This is the neatest service I have ever been to”. I couldn’t agree more. 🙂

The 4 year old Teacher

Last weekend was the thanks giving weekend I had looked forward to so much. I spent my time with a much loved family at Dallas. The most important person in that family of three is the 4 year old who lovingly always calls me as her friend.

She wanted me to go ice skating with her. I told her that I did not know ice skating. Spat came her reply “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’m a good teacher”. And a good teacher she was, I never got to learn ice skating from her. But I learnt so much about the gift of fellowship.

I love to fellowship with people in ‘deep’ relationships. And my idea of ‘depth’ was often only about having some intellectually stimulating conversations. My personality being so I never made an attempt to voluntarily relate much with little children. When we go out as family and meet little children, I leave the aspect of entertaining little children to my sister and I would try to get engrossed in some ‘deep’ conversation with adults. With this family too the parents were great intellectual companions. I loved their fellowship.

But with the kid I was in the dark. I wanted to relate with her but I really did not know how I could do that. Unlike my sister I lacked the skill of ‘sweet talking’ to kids. Even before I went there, I knew where I would have trouble. So I thought the best I could do would be to get many gifts for her hoping to offer something be worthy of her friendship. But she looked at my gifts and said, “Oh! That looks scary”. I was devastated, I did not have any other cards up my sleeve. I tried to make a ‘rational’ case to there that there was nothing to be scared about, but I did not get any where. The gift had a picture in it which scared her.

I was like a knight who was riding in his gallant horse with shining armour only to realize that what awaited him was not the battle but a banquet. I was in a strange land. I did not know what to do, my reason had failed me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to go to the level of a four year old and ‘sweet talk’ to her and make her enjoy my company. I was afraid I was going to bore the kid out.

It was here the four year old became my teacher. I was floored, and she took the lead. She came and told me what ‘we’ had to do. “Will you play this with me?”, “Will you come here with me?”, “Will you chase me around?”, “Will you sit with me in the car?”, “Shall we do this?”, “Shall we do that?”…

Then I realized that what she needed was not an intelligent person to talk to or a person that would give her many gifts or a person who could playfully engager her or make her feel great, she just needed ‘fellowship’ – plain and simple fellowship that has no overtones of any kind whatsoever. What I mean by this ‘plain and simple fellowship’ is this that I don’t have to have anything special with me, I don’t have to be great, I don’t have to have any impressive skills of ‘sweet talking’. In other words, I did not need to have anything which would make me worthy to have fellowship. I just had to have time for her.

So often adult fellowships are defined worthiness of individuals. If a person is not worthy in some quality that is preferred then there would be no fellowship. But that is not the case with kids. Knowing this, it is not surprising at all that God said that the kingdom of heaven belonged to such little children.

The lesson that I learnt from this is that I should be willing to fellowship with all people whether or not I think I am qualified to fellowship with them or they are qualified to fellowship with me. Man’s ability for fellowship with fellow man is a gift of God and man should put that ‘talent’ to good use by extending fellowship to those whose lives would be so enriched by our fellowship. If we do not use that ‘talent’ we would end up burying it and would consequently incur God’s wrath. This experience made me quite introspective and I got to wonder if, in my life, I had displease God by not extending my fellowship to people in whose company my intellect was not titillated enough.

The 4 year old never knew of how much I was struggling with myself to make myself worthy of her companionship. All she knew was that I was her friend and I was there to give her fellowship whenever she wanted. To her it was all about plain and simple fellowship bound by love. She recited a letter to me in which she said, “Emmanuel, we love you. You must come here again and we can skate and play again.”

Plain and simple fellowship is one of the most beautiful expressions of life. To live life in all its fullness one has to experience this overwhelming beauty of plain and simple fellowship.

A lovely SJD weekend

My weekend started with Discovery classes at St. John the Divine at 9:00 am Saturday and went on till 4:00 pm. I loved the class. Rev. Doug started the discussion on how in history post modernism made it way in and has held sway by permeating into the collective consensus in epistemology (how to think and know the truth?). Then he went on to really explain the concept of Original sin not being the act of sin but being the impetus to be God-equal which was the cause for man’s sin. He talked about the centrality of the cross of the Christian gospel. He then explained how the book of common prayers was supposed to be used. I loved the whole class. I gained so much from it.

The rest of the evening I spent with an affectionate family from SJD about which I have written here (/emmanuelreagan/2008/11/children-love-of-life.html).

On Sunday, I went to the 8:45 am service. I was floored by the hymns we sang. The theme for this Sunday was ‘Christ the King’ and we sang the song ‘Let all mortal flesh keep silent’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR2YAOzmhiw&feature=related) . Which I believe is a 4th centuary chant each an every line of which causes the whole of ones being to have a foretaste of the King’s majesty. It is a truly timeless song. As the dismissal song, we sang ‘Crown Him with many crowns’. What a way to pay homage to the King of kings. They are truly timeless songs and I believe that this would be a song we would still be singing in heaven after having sung His glory for ten of thousands of years.

I went outside the Church and it was the most beautiful day I had seen. The temperature was just right. The light from the sun was diffused through the clouds to create an awesome ambience. There was the most gentle breeze and the brown leaves of the trees were on the green lawns. It couldn’t get more beautiful. I just couldn’t help myselt. I went and sat at the bench in the lawn to enjoy the beauty of the day. ‘Let all mortal flesh keep silence…’ was still playing in my head. I went to the last of the three Next classes. Then I attended the contemporary service. The song there too were awesome we sang ‘Amazing love how can it be’ and then ‘From the rivers to the ends of the Earth’.

I went back to the lawn to sit at the bench and read a book. As I was proceeding into the timeless world, I saw Kelly walking by and he invited me to go to lunch I went to lunch. After lunch, I was back at the lawn continuing with my book, back into my timeless world, until 4:30 pm. The sun disappeared the into the dark clouds and the temperature was beginning to drop and I rode my bike homeward.

As I look back now, I think it has been a perfect weekend. So full of Church, fellowship with God’s people, timeless solitude and the overarching love of God.