Writing Prompts: Heist

This is the second of my little short stories based on the prompts in a book of writing prompts I got recently. This is the third prompt in the book. The second one, I have an idea for a story for that one, but it will be longer than the sort of short story length I am going for with these, as it would have to incorporate this prompt as well to make it a story that isn't just fleshing out the second prompt.

The Prompt:

While pulling off a high-stakes heist... a thief steals something that was not on the agenda.
"Someone" actually.

Mart checked his watch. It was 12:03am on the 29th of April. The time had come. Months of planning had led to this. Mart was sitting in the back of a van, it had the logo of a local lighting company blazoned over it. That was his cover, he was here on the Warner Brothers lot to light a night shoot for the ultra popular TV show Eastern Lane. This shoot was starting at one am on the WB backlot, and Mart had gotten himself in to light the production.

The plan was elaborate. It had to be. Mart was here with Stuart, his "assistant" officially. Stuart was actually in The Industry, what people in Hollywood, and Los Angeles more generally, called the whole process of making movies. Stuart actually knew how to light a set, he was going to be the person doing the lighting, while Mart and the rest of the team focused on more important things.

The team was made up of Mart and Stuart, on lighting; then Annika was there as part of the craft services team for the evening, which allowed her to bring in sharp things. She was deadly with a kitchen knife, and might be needed if they ran into any issues. Then there was Paul, Paul was here as an extra. He was planning to slip off set and he was our controlled conditions expert. A vital part of the team. It was a small team, which was a risk, but the rewards were better.

The target this evening was the ever dwindling stock of original films kept on Warner Brothers' property in Burbank. Everything in Warner Brothers looks like something else, so the writer's room can double as the hospital Joker blows up in The Dark Knight, the production office can also be an apartment block, the office of the show runner is a house façade. That sort of thing. It can make finding things in Warner Brothers' extensive 110 acre lot a chore in itself. Luckily for the team, they took the Warner Brothers' Studio Tour and some of those buildings were explained to them, like the target for tonight's heist. The target was a building that looked a little like a prison, a little like a motel. It had two floors of large metal doors with a balcony running along the second floor. You can shoot outside it, but inside it's climate controlled, constantly cooled and kept at about 40% humidity in order to store the films.

    In recent years, this stock has been dwindling. This is because of a salt mine, still active, but with large, carved out, underground caverns from which salt has been extracted. The mine is located outside Hutchinson, Kansas. It's a constant 68 degrees 650 feet below the surface, and the humidity level is always 40%. The bonus for Warner Brothers, they don't have to pay to keep it this cool like they do in the hot SoCal Sun typical of Burbank in the Los Angeles valley.

That Sun is nowhere to be seen now of course. It's 12:23am. Stuart is setting up the lights while Mart listens to the others through his earpiece. There is a guard change in the vicinity of the vaults that usually means, assuming there is no filming in that area, that it will be out of anyone's sight between 1:03am and 1:18am. A short window, but all they need.

When Mart first suggested this plan to the team they scoffed. Original films, you can buy this shit on DVD, who needs the dailies of Jurassic Park? Then Mart showed them the sort of money just one of these, B level, original films makes on the black market and they were in. Paul was added to the team shortly afterward. Paul owned a large warehouse, just down the road in Studio City. It was the perfect spot to store their stolen goods until they could sell them. Paul even had some movie studio clients using his space to store their original films. Nothing as historic as Warner Brothers, but they knew the space would work because of it.

Annika, for catering purposes of course, had a refrigerated van. She needed to unload her catering supplies, set up, swap out Mart's van for hers, and get her van over to the motel/prison/vault building in the next 38 minutes.

Mart looked up to the Hollywood Hills. Warner Brothers was positioned right behind the Hollywood Sign. You couldn't see it from here, but you could clearly see the blinking light of the signal tower on top of Mount Lee, which was positioned just above, and slightly east of, the sign itself.

Mart shook his head, reflecting on the ridiculousness of the film industry, and the demand for unique and original items from movies. He didn't get it himself, but it would certainly make him filthy rich.

Annika called to him over his headset. It was time to make the van swap. Mart nodded to Stuart. Right on queue one of the larger lights, on the other side of the set from the van, came crashing down. Everyone's attention was drawn to the disaster. The director yelled "CUT!" This gave Mart just the opportunity he needed to slip away.

Annika was in her catering van when Mart pulled up around the corner, somewhere on New York Street, not too far from the little alley in which Peter Parker and Mary Jane had their upside down kiss, and close to where Tom Holland's Spider-Man attempted to make a call on the balcony of a building to Happy Hogan, reporting in on how his day as the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man was going.

He signalled to Annika and she pulled out of her spot, and once she was around the corner he zipped in. He ran from his van, leaving it where Annika's had been, and jumped into hers. Paul was already seated beside her. The light coming crashing down meant he could sneak off set, saying it looked like a food break to him as they sorted this.

It was now 12:57. Time was pressing on. Once Annika joined them, they drove to the prison/motel/vault block. Right on schedule, the security guard walked in the other direction. He was changing shifts at 1:00am and his replacement wouldn't get here on his rounds until 1:18am.

Paul was out of the van within seconds, practically diving over Mart to get out. Mart was the strategist. He left Paul to this part, because he knew what he was doing. A noise drew Mart's attention to their left. He and Annika looked in that direction. Annika slowly got out of the van herself. Mart noticed she already had the knife in her hand, poised and waiting.

Movement brought Mart's attention back to the alley. There was definitely someone there. Annika was already on the move. Mart scrunched up his face. He felt sorry for whoever it was. About fifteen seconds later Mart heard a whistle sound, and he knew Annika had brought the mystery person's life to an end. He sighed and climbed out of the van. They couldn't just leave a body lying around. Annika reappeared in the headlights of the van. She was cleaning her kitchen knife on a dish towel. Her posture was an interesting mix. She was walking slowly and her cleaning movements were very exact, practiced, perfected even, Mart noted. But her face and her gait communicated something different, something Mart had not seen in any of the times he had worked with her. Was it fear? Was it excitement?

"You'll never guess what this clown was doing," Annika said when they were about three feet apart.

"What?" Mart asked.

"He was bringing film to the vault," Annika said, monotone, but she glanced up at him and smiled.

"I wonder what they were doing with it and why it was out of the vault?" Mart said, more to himself.

"Whatever, it's ours now," Annika shrugged.

Mart and Annika briskly walked towards the body. They had brought a dinner wagon from the back of the van with them to help wheel the body. Mart placed the film reels on top and he and Annika slid the body onto one of the lower shelves. Then they loaded him into the van.

It was now 1:13am, there were mere minutes left, five in fact, to get the rest of their treasure and hightail it out of there.

"I better go check on Paul's progress," Mart said and left Annika with the van.

When he came to the furthest door down on the vault/motel/prison building, he saw Paul was already inside.

"We don't have long," Mart said as he walked inside. "What's your status?"

"We have a new problem," Paul said and nodded, indicating a direction that Mart should look.

He did, and there was another person in the room.

"It seemed easy to get in to," Paul said, "this is why. Someone already opened the door."

"Annika killed a guy with some film reel just minutes ago," Mart said.

"You failed to inform us there would be warmies," Paul said, through gritted teeth.

Warmies was what the team called living people. Mart bit his own lip. These vaults were barely ever used, no one used film these days, he couldn't understand what a person would be doing here, at midnight. His observations told him film left in trucks for the cave every second Wednesday, the trucks left about midday, meaning Wednesday mornings, and Tuesday nights, were not the night for this job. He was meticulous.

"There shouldn't be warmies, I checked and double checked. No one uses these anymore," Mart said, the frustration deep in his brow, and audible in his tone.

"Ah..." the warmie interrupted... "it's our director, Wes Anderson, he films on film. We were bringing in the dailies from today for storage until the editing process begins."

"Hipster directors," Paul said as he huffed, "wasting our best made plans."

It was 1:14am.

"We don't have time for this. Get all you can and get in the van," Mart said as he turned to get Annika.

A minute later Paul had his second dinner wagon in the back of the van. The warmie was weeping gently in the corner, mourning his deep colleague and friend. Annika, occasionally, flashed her knife at him if his tears got too loud, this made him whimper a bit more silently as he curled into a ball. But then, blood would drip from the body of this friend, or something else would draw his attention back there. And his weeping would be louder again.

"We could always just kill him," Annika suggested.

"I didn't sign up for murder," Paul objected.

"You're already in it to your chest," Annika shrugged, "what's two bodies when we already have one?"

"I can cause these films to deteriorate in minutes if I want to," Paul threatened.

"We'll just add another body to the pile if you do," Annika said as she menacingly waved her knife in front of her face.

"It's 1:17am," Mart said. "No more death. We need to get out of here."

Paul sighed a sigh of relief, the Warmie did a happy whimper, Mart closed the back doors of the van and hopped into the front himself, alone, with some silence. Then he pulled the van out and drove the opposite way that the shift guard would come.

He meandered through the backlot, until he got to the gate Annika drove in. Security waved him through, lifted the barrier, and they were out on to Riverside Drive in seconds. It was all so easy. Mart stuck the location of Paul's warehouse into the sat nav, turned left, and began heading west towards Studio City. Overall, this job was a success, he told himself. He heard a bang, followed by a thud, and a whimper with an audible tap after it in the back in quick succession. Maybe Annika had found a way to successfully deal with the added item on their treasure agenda. Mart relaxed into the seat of the van and smiled. The job had gone well, he could see the money already, and not only did they nab some classics, they had an unreleased film in the back as well. He sighed and put his foot on the peddle, speeding toward Studio City.

TotD: Parables of the Kingdom

 It's been quite some time since I've written a blog post, 2018 I think was the last one. Honestly, I forgot how to do sign in to this, turns out it's easy and you can just click into it from the Google Chrome home pack... typical.

Anyway, as it's been some time I want to begin with a reminder of what my TotD (Thought of the Day) series is... It's not statements of fact, it's not statements of belief, it's thoughts, the current thing I'm thinking about a particular topic that I want to commit to writing to help me process it and share to see if anyone else is processing it at the same time.

With that said, welcome to this Thought of the Day.

I was recently listening to one of Chuck Smith's C3000 series on Matthew 13. This is a section of the Gospel of Matthew where a number of Jesus' parables are collected together, and Matthew 13 has some that are specifically about the Kingdom of God, or the Church. The reason I mention that I was listening to Chuck is that he has an interesting, and probably more accurate, interpretation of these parables than the traditional interpretation.

Let's look at the first of these parables.

The First Parable: The Mustard Seed.

He put another parable before them, saying,
“The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed that a man took and sowed in his field.

It is the smallest of all seeds, but when it has grown it is larger than all the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.”
- Matthew 13:31–32 ESV.

You've probably heard of this parable. You were probably taught it in Sunday School. And you probably have heard of it taught in a particular way. In this parable, we are told the Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of a mustard seed that was planted. In the previous parable, the Parable of the Sower (Matthew 13:1-9), we are told that the seed is the Word of God being planted. This is what grows in the hearts and minds of people. I. Howard writes that the parable "suggests the growth of the kingdom of God from tiny beginnings to worldwide size." That's how it's often interpreted, this little mustard seed, one of the tiniest of the seeds, becomes this huge plant  and the birds come and nest in it's branches. It's like a place of refuge the church is for the wildness and unpredictability of this world.

   

But is that what Jesus meant? One of the key rules about interpreting Scripture is that we use Scripture to interpret Scripture. When we come across symbolism and allegory and metaphor, to understand it we need to look to other parts of Scripture to help shed light on it.

    So, does this parable really celebrate the amazing growth of the Church in the world, providing a place of shelter and protection from the insanity of the worldliness of life?

   

It's been pointed out that a mustard seed grows into a bush, not a tree. Jesus, if He was referring to normal growth, could have used an example of an actual tree, which also starts as a small seed. The fact that a bush would grow into a tree is unusual, it's not meant to be. Birds didn't nest in a mustard bush. So, if the mustard bush grows too much, into a tree instead of a bush, and the Church on earth is like that... what does that mean? It means the Church has artificial growth. How much can we see that throughout the history of Christianity?

    When the Emperor Constantine became a Christian he conquered in the sign of the Cross of Christ and promised to Christianize Rome if he would win the throne. He won, and so he began a process of outlawing the traditional Roman Empire religions and making Christianity the only recognised Roman religion, the State Religion. This caused abnormal growth in the church. The mustard bush became a tree.

    This pattern continued into the Medieval period when Christendom was established and when the Roman Church established its authority and appointed Kings and Emperors. People had to be Christians or they would be killed. The mustard bush of the church became a tree.

    In the age of Exploration (or maybe Exploitation, Colonization), Europeans went off on a mission to explore, and Christianize, the world. They forced people to convert to Christianity or die. The mustard bush became a tree.

    In the twentieth century in the USA, the Moral Majority began exerting political influence. A huge movement of conservatives mobilised in order to defeat the sitting, Evangelical, president, Jimmy Carter, and have Ronald Reagan elected. Culture wars, propaganda, and fear mongering were utilised to unseat an Evangelical Christian from the highest office in the land by mobilising Evangelicals against him. The church grew abnormally as people engaged in these wars. The mustard bush became a tree.

    And, in the twenty-first century, Donald Trump did the same thing. The mustard bush became a tree once more.

We see this pattern of abnormal growth in the church throughout Christian history. Perhaps Jesus was warning us against the artificial growth of the church? But is there any supporting evidence for that theory? This is where using Scripture to interpret Scripture comes into this equation. There is another element, beyond the unusual growth of the mustard seed to a tree. The birds. How do we understand what Jesus meant by saying: "the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches." What does Jesus mean by the birds?

Here, we turn back to the previous parable, the Parable of the Sower. In Matthew 13:3-4, Jesus says: "And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them" (Matthew 13:3–4 ESV). Then, when the disciples ask Jesus to explain the parable, He gives them this explanation: "When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what has been sown in his heart. This is what was sown along the path" (Matthew 13:19ESV). So, in the parable Jesus said the birds come and eat the seed when it falls along the path, and explaining this parable He told the disciples that the seed that is sown along the path means the evil one, the devil and his demons, come and snatch away the sown seed, the Word of God.

    In other words, in the parable right before this one, Jesus tells us the birds are the evil one coming, the demons coming, and then in this parable he says that the birds come and "make nests in its branches." What does this mean for the church? The church grows in abnormal ways, and the result isn't that people find refuge from the weirdness of the world in it, but the evil one and his demons come and make their home in it. I think this can have big implications for the way we see the place of the church in the world.

The Second Parable: The Leaven.

He told them another parable.

“The kingdom of heaven is like leaven that a woman took and hid in three measures of flour, till it was all leavened.”

- Matthew 13:33 ESV

It would be mad to draw the above conclusions from one parable, so let's look at the next one, the parable of the leaven. Again, you will often hear this taught as just like if some yeast, some leaven, gets into some bread it will spread through the whole batch of dough and cause the whole bread to rise and grow, so too, the leaven that is the Word of God will permeate the Church and cause it to grow in power, influence, size, authority, importance, etc. in the world.

When you consider how leaven is used in the Bible it's hard to understand why we have come to think this is the best interpretation of that passage. Even just consider Passover, and Unleavened Bread. The Jewish people were to remove leaven from their homes in the run up to Passover, and all the bread made of it couldn't have yeast/leaven in it. Why was that?

    In Exodus 12 and 13, the Jewish people are told to remove anything leavened and anything that could leaven, from their homes and from the whole nation of Israel for the seven days around the Passover. To fail to do this would result in being cut off fro Israel. This is because the leaven was a picture of sin. In the same way that yeast gets into a bit of dough and causes the whole thing to rise, sin can infect a part of our lives and spreads to all of it.

    This idea is carried into the New Testament by both Jesus and Paul. In Matthew 16:6, Jesus warns the disciples to "Watch and beware of the leaven of the Pharisees". At first, the disciples think Jesus is reprimanding them because they forgot to bring bread with them on their sailing across the Sea of Galilee. Matthew's recounting of this continues:

"But Jesus, aware of this, said, 

“O you of little faith, why are you discussing among yourselves the fact that you have no bread?

Do you not yet perceive?

Do you not remember the five loaves for the five thousand, and how many baskets you gathered?

Or the seven loaves for the four thousand, and how many baskets you gathered?

How is it that you fail to understand that I did not speak about bread?

Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.”

Then they understood that he did not tell them to beware of the leaven of bread,

but of the teaching of the Pharisees and Sadducees."

- Matthew 16:8–12 ESV

And Paul says:

Your boasting is not good. Do you not know that a little leaven leavens the whole lump?

Cleanse out the old leaven that you may be a new lump, as you really are unleavened.

For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed.

Let us therefore celebrate the festival, not with the old leaven, the leaven of malice and evil,

but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth."

- 1 Corinthians 5:6–8 ESV

Leaven is never positive in the Bible. If Jesus meant the growth of the Church would be a phenomenal and good thing, He could have used a better illustration for this. He didn't, He used leaven. So, in other words, bad teaching and sin would infect the church and grow in it, until it could be totally spoiled by sin and bad teaching.

Implications for the Church Today:

The Church often sees itself as a refuge in the world, a place for birds to come and nest, a place of influence and importance. It sees history as being ideally on a trajectory of church growth in the world, and growing church influence in the world. Christians will celebrate things they see as victories, but lament the state of the world and say it's all going to hell in a hand basket when some previous law that regulated Christian morality for the general populace, is over turned.

    I think these parables highlight for us the flaw in this thinking. The way of Christ is not the way of power, political influence, or enforcing laws. It is the way of the sacrificial Lamb. And, seeing these parables using Scripture to interpret Scripture we see a totally different picture of the church. Not this stalwart guardian of morality, but a place where abnormal growth can occur, where Satan can hide, where bad teaching can spread, and where sin can permeate.

    The implications of these parables is not to call us to a us, we Christians, versus them, the unbelieving world, mentality. It's a call to humility, to self-reflection, to seeing the Church as it is, a flawed, broken place, susceptible to mistakes, sin, and inflicting itself on others instead of drawing people to Christ by sharing the Good news of His love and grace for us displayed in His death on the cross.

I believe if we had a better understanding of these parables, it would give us a better theology of the church, and orthodoxy leads to orthopraxy. Or, in other words, right understanding would lead to right practice. Instead of thinking of it as us against the world, we would be more inclined to be reflective and realise we are not perfect either. It could help make the church more like a hospital for the broken, than a private club for the chosen.

Writing Prompts: Messenger

 Recently on Instagram I did a Q&A thing, and one of the questions that was asked was about my writing. I haven't written anything in a while. So I decided I would download a writing prompt book to my Kindle to help me get back into the flow of writing stories. This is the first of these prompts. Feel free to write your own version of this prompt and share it with me so I can read it too :)

Prompt:

Before the existence of post offices and telephone lines, letters and news of importance were entrusted to Messengers. Write a story about a Messenger who bears news of an enemy invasion and his desperate run to the nation's capital and King/Queen.

My Story: Orion's Belt.

It was a dark and cloudless night. Orion had been 'gifted', as the other guards put it, with night watch duty. They knew Orion hated the night watch, and it wasn't fair he had been assigned to it for an entire week, because he hadn't been present last Wednesday when this rotations assignments were being decided.

Orion sighed as he stared into the darkness beyond Cosaint, the giant wall that his nation had built to protect them. Night watch duty was the strangest of the jobs when you were assigned to the group at Cosaint. It was a weird mixture of quiet and peaceful, dull you might say, but the need to be on high alert at all times, looking past the wall into the forest beyond for any signs of light, listening intently, focusing outward and attempting to ignore the sounds behind, for any hint of movement. The environment around you, the darkness, the silence, they all attempted to lull you into a peaceful, relaxed, even sleepful state of being... but the job itself entailed eight hours of total alert attention. The dichotomy hurt Orion's head.

As usual, tonight was another peaceful night. Nothing was happening beyond the wall, and the cloudless night drew Orion's attention skyward as he stared at the stars, attempting to see the patterns, people, animals, that his mother had once adored.

Orion, as you might have guessed from his name, was named after a constellation. It had been his mother's favourite, and she hadn't made it through his birth. Orion himself was lucky that he had. He sighed again. The name Orion was as much a blessing as it was a burden. The link to the mother he never knew gave him comfort, but the reaction of his father to the name in the years since had caused nothing but pain. And then there were the taunts from those he served with. "Star Boy", they would taunt as they pretended to look for Astrology readings, something Orion knew nothing about.

Movement in the forest caught Orion's attention, he looked down and scanned the treeline, looking for any hint of light and listening intently. After about two minutes, but it felt to Orion like two lifetimes, he left out the breath he was holding in. It was nothing, maybe an animal or something. No one was out there.

Orion sat again, looking beyond the forest now and into the land of Otther, and, I guess, a little into the past as well. His nation, the nation of Uzz, had once been a group of smaller tribes, as recently as his grandfather's time. It was when his own parents were babes that the tribes of Uzz came together, uniting over what bonded them instead of warring over their differences. And largely, what bonded them, was the threat of foreign, overseas, larger armies coming in and plundering our wealth and our people. But not every tribe wanted to be part of Uzz. Some of the tribes on our island could not see past their differences with us and they opted to remain outside the nation of Uzz, we call them Otther now. There are pockets of them all over the island. But in treaties they defined their land and the nation of Uzz build walls like the very one Orion now sat, to keep them out and stop Uzz having to deal with raids from the Otthers when we had bigger problems lurking beyond the waves. Our tribal people were a raiding people ourselves, and the death of the practice has been slow in Otther. They occasionally attempt raids again; thus the need for Cosaint.

More movement brought Orion back to the present. But it was followed by a screech and a squeak and Orion noted the owl catching it's prey as it flew back into the trees.

"I hate night watch" he muttered to himself and he pulled his cloak tighter around himself to ward off the ever increasing cold as the night dragged on. Orion had another job among the company at Cosaint. He was the Messenger. He had taken back ownership of the star boy name in this way. The Orion in the night sky famously has a belt, Orion's belt. Orion also had a belt, and in it he put letters from the troops at the front line, the wall of Cosaint, to their loved ones back in the capital, and he also brought their letters and messages back to the wall. This meant Orion's belt was loved among his fellows. Even if they still asked him to read the star's for them on occasion, Orion's belt, which is what everyone called it, was their favourite thing in the world, because it brought news of home.

It was while Orion had last been on a run, delivering letters, that the assignments for this week had been divvied up. That's how he landed with night watch all week. So, as much as the other's loved Orion's belt and the news it brought them, they didn't care too much for Orion himself; who had to go straight from a run back from the capital and handing out letters at the wall, to night duty, no sleep for this star soldier.

The twinkling of the stars, and the silence of the night, drew Orion's eyes skyward again. He searched the sky for his namesake. Even though he knew Orion was up there, he was never any good at identifying the supposed patterns people had long ago laid down in the star maps. He lay back, studying the sky, trying to remember which part was Orion.

A sound ripped through the darkness, piercing through Orion's reverie. He opened his eyes swiftly and saw the sky above him. He bolted upright, hoping he had not fallen asleep. The sound echoed through the night again. It was a scream, and it was coming from beyond the wall. There was another sound, a large whoosh, followed by a partial scream and a thud. Orion's eyes were wide now. He was piecing together a likely scenario based on what he was hearing.

Cosaint was not the only defence Uzz had against an attack from Otther. In the surrounding woods they had placed traps, so that if anyone attempted to come upon the wall from an unmarked route, well Orion didn't want to think about what the person who screamed was going through over those traps. It sounded like someone, and the scream was definitely human, and male, had gotten caught in a trap. The other noises, those were less obvious, but Orion was certain the person trapped had been killed by those traveling with him in order to silence his screams. And they weren't far away. Orion scanned the forest in the direction the scream had come from, but he could see no light and no other movement.

He stood.

The scream and the other sounds were reason enough rouse more guards. He walked to a small rope that was positioned to his left and pulled. A bell rang, not loud enough to wake everyone in this fortress just behind Cosaint, but enough to wake the guards in their stations just below the walls.

As Orion looked behind him, watching as his colleagues emerged from their on duty house, he heard another sound from outside the wall. Turning, he saw a bright ball of fire heading directly for him. His heart raced and his eyes widened, he said a prayer to the Uzzian god of protection, after whom this wall was named, and knew this was the end of his life.

But he had miscalculated. The fireball was not headed for him, instead it soared over his head and smashed into the bell tower with a loud clang and an even louder crash. The sound jolted Orion and he ran along the wall, toward one of the staircases down into the fortress as the bell tower came crashing down where he had stood only moments before.

Orion looked over the wall again. He could now see a growing number of little flames at the tree line some two or three kilometres away from the wall. The Otthers had clearly given up on their sneak attack tactic that caused them to end the life of one of their own when they heard the bell ring out. Now it was an all out assault on the wall he was seeing preparations for. And he was the only guard on the wall, and he was also Orion, of Orion's belt, the guy who was meant to run at the first sign of trouble to alert the capital and mobilise the army to provide back up as swiftly as possible. Orion's duel duties contended in his mind. He reached the stairs down into the fortress and ran past them. He had to be a guard until there were more guards on this wall. Then he could be Orion's Belt again. He ran up to one of the turrets scattered along the length of Cosaint. He used his own torch to light the large cannon positioned there, always at the ready, just in case. He aimed it at the largest concentration of lights he could see, and fired.

The cannonball flew through the air and hit exactly where he wanted it to. A number of mini flames were now extinguished and a larger flame began to spread in its place. Orion was already on the move to the next cannon to repeat the process when a cannonball from the Otthers hit the wall. It shook, but Cosaint was built to withstand much more fire power than this, and hopefully more than the Otthers could muster. Orion fired his second shot. This time he hit closer to the edge of their group, there were still flames here, but a lesser concentration of them. Still, even one less enemy on the side of the Otthers was one less enemy for Uzz to be concerned about.

Orion heard another noise. He turned to see a number of the guardians of Cosaint running up the various staircases to come to the defence of the town. The captain nodded to Orion as he ran past him.

"Shoot for the stars Orion", he said, shaking Orion awake again. It was time, time for him to run.

He took the steps down two at a time, passing ascending comrades as he went. They patted him on the back and the shoulder and mumbled godspeed and other words of encouragement as he went.

Orion was exhausted, it was less than twenty-fours hours before he arrived back at Cosaint. Now he had to run back the way he had come, again.

The earth shook as Orion ran. Explosions sounded behind him. The full power of Cosaint was being unleashed on the Otthers, and they were fighting back with the same amount of ferocious determination. Orion couldn't stop to look. He had to keep running. Cosaint was surrounded on both sides by forest, but on this side there was a large, straight road. It led right through the woods.

Orion ran like he had never run before. But he was also aware of the exhaustion in every fibre of his being. He had no sleep. And he was tense over what had happened that day. Who wouldn't? He cleared the forest in what felt like the shortest amount of time he had ever run it, but also the longest as he muscles screamed. He thought of the old lady who lived in a small farm house on this side of the woods. Sometimes he would stop in to her with supplies and news of the nation. And in turn she would allow him some time to rest and some food. Her home cooked rabbit stew was one of the best he had ever tasted. He looked in the direction he knew her house was, only about a kilometre away. How he longed to go there now, to rest, to have some stew. But he knew he couldn't, and he knew that dear old woman would be asleep still. Dawn was creeping in, but had yet to make itself fully known.

No, Orion couldn't go to rest. He had a message, the most important message ever to find it's way 'into', figuratively speaking, there was no physical message, Orion's belt. He had to press on. He ran past the turn to the elderly woman's home, cursing himself with every step he took.

Not too far out of the woods, Orion came to his next obstacle, his next choice to take the easy road, this time literally. Left brought you to the capital, directly, but it was almost all uphill until you could see the capital from above. Then it was downhill until you ascended Capital Hill itself. But there was also a road to the right. It didn't go to the capital, but in about ten kilometres there was a fork, and turning left on that fork did bring you to the capital. This route went around the mountain, so much less climbing, so much easier to run it. However, this route added about fifteen kilometres to the journey. Even with the benefit of flat land, this would make the journey too long; especially at this crucial moment. So, left it was... That's the choice Orion needed to make. His muscles could take a break later. The capital was the goal. And he needed to get to it as fast as he could.

He started towards the left and the earth shook again. This time it was much more violent than previous. Two loud sounds were heard coming across the trees. The first was victory cries, and Orion allowed himself a moment to breathe a shy of relief. But then the second was heard, there was a second bell at Cosaint, further back from the wall, louder, deeper, crisper, than the one Orion had to ring earlier.

The wall has been breached, Orion realised on hearing the bell. He looked ahead of him, up the hill, all the fatigue that had been coursing through his body instantly gone, and he ran on.

TotD: "You Can't Trust Christians"

In the not too distant past, maybe a couple of weeks ago, I was having a conversation with someone. The person was concerned about the board game Dungeons and Dragons, having heard that it was some form of evil, or somebody told them it was evil.
I asked if the person they heard that from was a Christian, and they said that it was.
I rolled my eyes and said "You can't trust Christians when they are talking about this sort of thing."

So, some time has gone by since that conversation, and it was really something I forgot about. Then, this morning, it popped back into my head, like Bosco popping out of his box. 

As per is my usual for these blogs I feel will be a little long, I have broken this into sections:
1. Apologising for When the Church Lies.
2. I can't Hear Your Gospel Truth, Example.
3. What about the Bible?
4. Practical Things to Help Our Honesty.

Apologising For When The Church Lies:
Have you ever felt the need to apologise for the lies of the Church?

It's an interesting situation to be in, isn't it? We claim to be people who know the Truth, we claim to be people who stand for the Truth, we claim to be people who preach the Truth. We confess that this is a statement that is true about us, or that we are working on making true with the help of the Holy Spirit: "Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed, and who correctly handles the word of truth." (2 Timothy 2:15)

But sometimes we get a little taken in by things that aren't exactly true.

You might think that statement on a line by itself has little to do with that Bible verse, because the 'Word of Truth' is the Bible of course; but it does. If Christians are seen to be lying, or espousing a story, perspective, narrative, worldview, that isn't true externally to the Bible, why would someone believe us when we tell them anything else we believe to be true?

I Can't Hear Your Gospel Truth, Example:
Let me give you an example of this, since returning to Ireland I had the opportunity to work with a lovely guy from Northern Ireland (for those of you who don't know, Northern Ireland is a separate country from the Republic of Ireland, where I was born, grew up, and live. It is still controlled by the UK, by its own choice. Typically, Evangelical Christians in the North are from a Protestant background, and typically Protestant background people are Unionists [people pro the Union with the UK], so they are normally not as into Irish culture and identity as people from the North who have a Catholic background are, typically). So this guy came from the North, I am only assuming him to be from a Protestant background based on this exchange, and he was ministering in the Republic, spreading the Good News of Christ in Limerick.

In one conversation I had with him he mentioned a child of his being taught about the Irish famine, you can read the Wiki article about it here, and there is a growing number of people who agree with Historian Tim Pat Coogan that the Irish famine was actually an act of genocide by the British government, you can see an article about that perspective here.
This man told his child that he should relay to his teacher that there was no such thing as the Irish Famine, Irish people are simply stupid and merely forgot where they buried their potatoes.

If you are currently in Ireland, or if you are planning to come to Ireland, and you hold to that belief, or wish to propagate that belief, can you please do Jesus a favour and leave (or don't come as the case may be). How can someone in a country so hurt by the colonial powers ever hear the truth of the Gospel from the same mouth that downplays the greatest disaster in our history. If you read the article I linked above, the first sentence calls the Great Famine our Holocaust, that the cultural place it has in our psyche.

What About the Bible?
2 Corinthians 8:21 says, "For we are taking pains to do what is right, not only in the eyes of the Lord, but also in the eyes of man."

I believe our honesty as Christians comes into that verse. Now, I'm not saying you have to be a genocide theory proponent in regards to the Irish famine, in fact, I would think that holding that view ardently as a Christian can be similarly problematic as regards truth and honesty as holding the view that the Irish were too stupid not to starve themselves does.

But what I am saying is we need to take pains to do what is right, we need to take pains to make sure the things we are propagating are true things.

"Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with it's practices." (Colossians 3:9)
"Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbour, for we are all members of one body." (Ephesians 4:25)

That's our standard, that's what we are in our new lives in Christ, by His grace and in the power of His Spirit.

That gives us a certain responsibility too. We need to be pursuers of the truth. It has been famously said, "All truth is God's truth." That's very true, and if that is very true, which it is, it means that Christians should be the foremost in society at seeking out and propagating truth.

Practical Things to Help Our Honesty:
So, what things can we do as believers in Christ that would help us to be more honest, to be perceived as seekers of truth and not propagators of misinformation? I have a couple of suggestions. In today's climate you might already have, or you might on reading these, automatically jump to political debates, there is a place for that, it will come, but hold out for it, there's some other things to look at first.

1. Don't Believe Everything You Read:
I think Christians are some of the worst people for this. You often see many people sharing things on Social Media that are untrue. I have done it myself. We read an article on some Facebook page, often one purporting to be Christian itself, and it is shocking and unbelievable and so we share it. "Look what's happening in California!" "Look at what the Government are doing." And those sorts of comments we put on as we share it. (Again, I am aware I have done this). But, by the time we post the article (government microchipping us through fluoride in the water, for example), there has already been some fact checking website that has written about the issue, searching for the truth and explaining what really happened in the situation. But we, Christians, defenders of truth, have posted some misinformation as if it was the Gospel itself.

Some people love conspiracy theories, and are seekers of truth in the fact that they are really trying to seek the truth behind these theories. And that's great. But we need to be careful that when we present our theories, that we present them in a way that doesn't come across as if we are presenting truth. The integrity and believability of what we say as Christians needs to be looked after, in the grace of God, so we need to take a moment to check our story, or if we are aware it's a conspiracy theory, make that clear. Being honest about what we read and then post on social media will help us be believable when we claim Christ is our salvation.

2. Don't Believe Everything You See:
This is, of course, linked to the previous one. Video editing is amazing these days. If you see something that seems a little unbelievable, do some research, as before. If it is a known conspiracy theory, be upfront that it's something unproven but interesting when you speak about it. If you see someone in the public eye saying something outrageous, you might see an article, but you might even see a video of them saying it. Seek out the context. Find the full speech and see what they were saying. Often those sorts of clips are "This other group says, "REALLY OUTRAGEOUS THING", but I say, "SOMETHING QUITE SENSIBLE."" and the editor has taken the person saying "REALLY OUTRAGEOUS THING" and posted it.

It would be similar to taking Jesus' "you have heard it said... but I say to you" statements in the Gospel, but editing it to only have the "you have heard it said" part.
For example, in Matthew 5:31–32, Jesus says: “It was also said, ‘Whoever divorces his wife, let him give her a certificate of divorce.’ But I say to you that everyone who divorces his wife, except on the ground of sexual immorality, makes her commit adultery, and whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery."
So this would be like editing this to say:
"Whoever divorces his wife, let him write her a certificate of divorce." - Jesus Christ.
Technically, that's not incorrect. But it is very incorrect to represent Jesus' opinion on divorce as such. So when you see someone saying, or quoted as saying something outrageous, try and find the context before you share it in conversation or on social media. Being honest about what we see and then post on social media, or bring up in conversation, will help us be believable when we claim Jesus is the one way to God.

3. Don't Believe Everything You Hear:
Again, it's similar to the other two, but I want to highlight the specific example from the introduction, the conversation I had that got me thinking about this. As Christians we hear a lot about what is good to watch, listen to, take part in, play, etc.

As I'm sure you well know by now, I am a fan of the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the show itself did a lot to make me think about God and my faith and even in some ways to reinforce and confirm the greatness of the God I believe in. I did a blog on God in Buffy, which you can read here. At the same time as Buffy was helping, in a tiny way, to strengthen my faith, (it still has the best example of grace I've ever seen on TV, you can read about that here); a conservative Christian group in the United States were constantly trying to have it taken off the air. Almost every week that an episode of Buffy aired, the next day there would be news of this group complaining and wanting it gone. As a Christian who liked the show and benefitting from it that hurt me quite a bit and made me suspicious of Christians, something that evidently lives on to this day from the conversation in the opening section to this blog.

I know of people who had their Pokemon cards taken from them because Pokemon are real little demons, I've heard of people not allowed watch Harry Potter because the spells are all real, there are as many stories in this area of things as there are episodes of Judge Judy... I wonder how many that is... who knows, 23 seasons though.

As a parent you need to be careful of this. Even if a trusted person tells you they heard that a TV show, game, whatever, is of the devil, you shouldn't take it as face value.
The end result might be damage to your children's relationship with you, and even your children's relationship with God.
Far better to get involved in what your children are interested in. Watch it yourself, read it yourself, talk to them about why they like it, what they do with it, how it impacts them.

One of the things I really respect my parents for is that they allowed us to watch things after they watched them to see what they were like themselves. If we were interested in something they were interested in it too, at least to the extent that they watched it with us, or watched it to see what happened in it. Being honest about what we hear and then tell others, or use as a basis to make rules in our family, will help us be respected when we tell people it is by grace we have been saved.

4. Be a Berean:
The Bereans are people in the Bible, in the book of Acts. When Paul passes through their town he preaches the Gospel to them in their Synagogue. The Bible records, "Now these Jews were more noble than those in Thessalonica; they received the word with all eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so" (Acts 17:11). We should be 110% like this when we hear something about the Bible, but it is good practice to be like this when we hear about these other things we have been looking at too.

I love the story of Lee Strobel. His wife became a believer, and he was weirded out by it, feeling as if she were cheating on him with Jesus. He is also a journalist. So he set out to disprove Jesus' existence. He was being a Berean. He visited many experts and at the end of his search was convinced of the truth of the Gospel and became a Christian. If you are in the US and haven't seen his story it's called The Case For Christ, and last time I was in the US it was on Netflix. Being like the Bereans means that people will know that our opinions and thoughts on things in the world are well researched and thought-out. This will mean they will have confidence that when we say Christ died and rose again on the third day that we have thought long and hard about this belief, and have some compelling reason to believe it (even if they don't agree).

5. Applaud Seekers of Truth:
Okay, so for this example I want to get a little political.
Back in 2016 when the FBI reopened the investigation into Secretary Hillary Clinton's use of emails while so worked in the State Department under President Obama I was furious with FBI Director James Comey. I have been a Hillary supporter since she stood against Obama in the primaries in 2008, and actually wrote a paper about her becoming President in 2000 (it was actually Bush, I was like 9 and the internet was less reliable in those days, she had become a New York Senator at the time).
Clinton has been found innocent (whether you believe that or not, until further evidence comes to light the FBI and other investigators have found her innocent and we believe in innocent until proven guilty, so let's stop with the 'Lock her up' for a bit).

But, I was wrong to be so annoyed. If it was true that Clinton had used emails nefariously, it would have implications for her as President, and so would have implications for the USA, which, admittedly, I'm not as invested in as I am in Ireland.

My Christian Republican friends will like that so far, but I think they know what's coming.

Robert Mueller is conducting an investigation into current President Donald J. Trump's campaign and presidency, searching for collusion with Russia. We know that the Don likes to call this investigation a witch hunt, and has done mad things like suggesting he would use his power to shut it down and end it.

Sadly, like I did with the Hillary email debacle, many Christians cry "witch hunt" right alongside the President.
You may believe it is a witch hunt. But I hope you can see by now that as Christians we are to be seekers, proclaimers and defenders of the truth. Proverbs 12:22 says, "The LORD detests lying lips, but He delights in people who are trustworthy."
Let's hope and pray that the President of the USA is trustworthy. But let's not cry witch hunt with him. Instead let's support investigations into Democrats and Republicans, into Hillary Clinton's email use, and Ivanka Trump's.

Obviously this one applies to more situations than the Clintons and the Trumps, but at time of writing it's a very contemporary issue that takes up a lot of news time.
Christians should be champions of investigations searching for truth, into political parties, scandals, the Church itself, everything. Luke 8:17 says, "For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light." That should be something we are interested in as Christians.

6. Give the Benefit of the Doubt:
Building on some of the things we have seen, heard, or read, I think another great, practical way to be honest is to give the benefit of the doubt when we bring it up in conversation or post on social media. Instead of stating things as fact, and instead of being negative, we can be a little more positive.

I was reading a book once, a book that someone say on my social media and contacted me. This person was well meaning and looking out for me in their intentions, but they hadn't read the book. I was of no set opinion on it, at least until I read it, but they had read a blog on a webpage they typically agree with slating the book and even calling the salvation of the author into question, because in their opinion his theology as expressed in the book was that bad.
This is a perfect situation where giving the benefit of the doubt could be used to help us as Christians be honest. You can warn and express that you have heard bad things about a book or an author, and that's helpful and appreciated by most people, but we need to do it honestly. There is doubt there, because you haven't read it yourself, just read about it. Coming at it in that way helps your credibility. Even reading it for yourself if your relationship with the Lord is in a place that that's a possibility and then commenting on it from your perspective would be great, but taking someone else's opinion and offering it as the truth can be harmful to your relationship with the other person and to witness to Jesus Christ. Giving the benefit of the doubt can help you show yourself to be reasonable, loving and a safe place for others to come and seek advice and help.

7. On Giving an Opinion:
The last of these seven practical ways to show honesty amongst ourselves as Christians and to others has come up already. This is to be intentional about giving our opinion. I'm a demon for this one. I like to think I'm right all the time, so everything I say or write is true. In reality, that's not the case. It's one of the reasons I have deliberately put TotD beside a lot of my blog posts. If you don't remember TotD stands for Thought of the Day. It's not a fact of the day, it's the thing I am thinking about a topic at that particular time. It could be wrong, I may change my mind after more research and looking into things, and following my own advice and being a Berean.

Make it clear when you are posting something, or speaking about something that you aren't 100% sure on. And, if you do talk about something as if it is gospel and later learn it isn't, you can always talk to that person again, let them know you've looked into it a little more and think you might have been hasty with your previous convictions. That's basically repenting, or giving the benefit of the doubt, and what a great witness it would be to someone that you can be humble and say when you are wrong. For me, personally, that's something I know I have to work on in my life.

Jesus:
As always, Jesus is our example and Jesus is our goal. Jesus never sinned. And since the Bible records lying as a sin, we can be sure that Jesus never lied.

As Christians we are on a journey to Christ-like-ness. In part, this will mean becoming more honest, as well as becoming more gracious. Of course, even as you have just read the examples above, they aren't things we can muster up inside ourselves. But Jesus can. The Holy Spirit living inside us can bring our attention to those things if we are relying on, and in communication with, Him. He can empower us to stop and think when we are passionate about a topic, He can direct us to sources of information that will help inform us, He can implant that desire to be Berean about our passions within us, He can remind us of the grace shown so freely to us so that we are inspired and enabled to show that grace to celebrities, TV show makers, game makers, politicians and our government, Christian authors, and one another. And, when we inevitably fail on this journey to being honest like Jesus, He can lift us up, dust us off, and walk with us again, as well as showing us the need to humble ourselves and admit our mistakes to Him, first and foremost, but also to those we talked to about whatever misinformation we believed, and seek truth in all things.

Awhile back I wrote a blog called "I Dream of a Church", you can check it out here. In it one of the lines is: "I have a dream of a Church where truth and honesty are the way of life." I want to strive for that, I hope you do too.

Beannachtaí.

Belief in God is a Fallacy Created by Your Inner Self (Response)

I’ve been reading a book: Homo-Deus by Yuval Noah Harari. It has been a grand source of food for thought and so here is one of the prompted thoughts. 

I’ll give you what Harari said first. 

“If I believe in God at all, it is my choice to believe. If my inner self tells me to believe in God — then I believe. I believe because I feel God’s presence, and my heart tells me He is there. But if I no longer feel God’s presence, and if my heart suddenly tells me thy there is no God — I will cease believing. Either way, the real source of authority is my own feelings. So even while saying that I believe in God, the truth is that I have a much stronger belief in my own inner voice.” (275)

So this is coming in a section that is talking about our thoughts and minds being the ultimate source of reality and meaning in our lives. And while I think Harari doesn’t have a handle on what Christians would say, think, believe or practice throughout a lot of his book I think this quote is full of things that Christians will say in order to back up their belief in God, “I feel God’s presence so that means He is real.”

Though we say things like that, I don’t think that it necessarily follows, as Harari believes, that the ultimate source of authority for Christians is actually our own thoughts, our own inner voice. 

When we talk about our relationship with God we are talking about something, an objective experience, that is often above and beyond what we can communicate in normal language. But just because we are bad at communicating what we are experiencing and what we know to be true, doesn’t mean that the objective experience isn’t real and just our inner selves (which Harari will later even argue doesn’t exist) determines our beliefs. 

There are often times in the lives of a Christian in which we do not feel God’s presence. There are times that, to gratify whatever desire we have in that moment, it would be easier to believe God isn’t real. Yet, we know, that He is real. The objective fact we build our lives on, despite our feeling and the desires of our inner selves, is that God is real. 

It’s a shallow thing to say that a person only believes in God because they choose to believe in God, as if we thought Him up ourselves (which is of course Harari’s argument). Instead, we react to what we experience externally to us, filtered through our experiences, for sure, but not created by our inner monologues. This doesn’t even take good theology into account. If we are talking about Arminian Christianity then sure; you could make an argument that people choose God, but it still wouldn’t be right. But good theology also includes the truth that God chooses us. We aren’t the sole agent in coming to God, though our choosing Him is important. God is actively involved in our salvation and in drawing us to Himself. So to say we choose God because of our inner selves explaining our experience as “god” doesn’t take into account the fact that God is active and at work, that the Holy Spirit is with us, and that God chooses us too. 

“I believe in God,” as C.S. Lewis once famously said (but he said Christianity) “as I believe the Sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”

On Church Starting

I’ve been doing a thing lately where I write blog posts and then don’t post them. So here’s the first one. I’m finding it hard to title though. 

Hi...

So you probably know that in the past year I started a church...

I wanted to talk a little about why and what I see the church as and what I hope for this small and hopefully growing gathering group of people called “Calvary Limerick” or “Calvary Chapel Limerick” if you like. 

Some of you reading this will think “yeah, I know this guy from school (or when he was a kid) it makes total sense that he would run a church sometime.”

If that’s you, I put on a good show, and I’m sorry.

There’s others of you who will say “I know him from school (or when he was a teenager) and I thought he would have given up on this Christianity bull by now.” 

If that’s you, give me a chance to explain why I’ve gone so deep as to “organize religion”, not just meddle in it myself. 

So, to be quite frank and to just throw a thought out there that I hope you’ll give me the benefit of the doubt to read the next couple of paragraphs after reading this next statement:

I hate the church.

What I mean by that is that I hate this system of falsities that we humans have created where we “do church” and what actually happens is we sit with some people in a room for a bit, maybe sing, listen to some guy talk (that guy is now me 😱), and feel generally a little awkward and a little unsure as to why we’re even there. Then, just to make it worse, there’s that guy... you know, the one who likes to tell you that the sad news you got during the week and asked for prayer about, because you’re trying with this church thing, is because of your sin and because God is punishing you. Or there’s the other person who actually knows your sin and starts telling you you can’t be a Christian because of your bad fruit. Or the other person who tells you that to be a good Christian you basically have to, well, do the exact opposite of everything you’re presently doing. Meanwhile, that trio aren’t so perfect themselves. 

That’s not where my hatred of the church stops. I hate it when God’s name is invoked to bolster the authority of the leadership, or the spirituality of the leadership, I hate it when we all wear masks that tell everyone we’re fine when really we want to scream, I hate it when I see kids being totally ignored when God said to know Him we need to have faith like a child. I hate to see the Bible used to bash people or enslave them and cause them more pain than they had before they heard that helpful Bible quote from that lovely church goer. 

So yeah, I hate the church when it’s being bad.

Some of my close friends and I have a word for that sort of church culture. We call it churchianity. It’s where you take something that seems Christian and make it into a system, sounds good because the Bible is quoted and God’s name invoked and we’re even told that the Holy Spirit showed me... but when you boil it down it’s about control and pain and the insecurity of church leaders. 

I was reading a book recently that said science and religion are not at odds with one another because ultimately they are both about control. They are both interested in controlling humanity to conform to a pattern, religion is one pattern and science (mixed with humanism really, like scientism as opposed to objective scientific fact) is another pattern. But both are about control. That makes me sick. I hate that. 

So, now, I want to make another statement:

I love the Church. 

By that I don’t mean the semi legal (as in the paperwork is in progress) organization called Calvary Limerick (or any other church I’ve visited or been part of). 

What I mean by the Church is the people. People who are flawed, hurting, broken, shit heads from time to time, lost. People who are like me. People who are made in God’s image, people who are on a journey through the pains of life trying to make sense of it, hopefully finding a Father who loves them in it, people who have value, worth, who are loved, who are important, people like me too. 

I didn’t start a church to add the name Calvary Limerick to the phone book (or the Calvary Chapel church locator, though I look forward to being on there someday). I didn’t start a church to hurt people, to make them feel like crap, to call them sinners and condemn them. I didn’t start a church so I can feel important coz I get to be Pastor Wavey and have a fun title (I’m actually pretty uncomfortable with being called pastor, or admitting I am one, I feel like it’s something God’s going to have to work on with me). I didn’t start a church because every other church out there is useless and I believe I’m the only one with all the answers and who can do church right. (A large part of me would love to just be in Calvary Cork still and satisfied with the things I was able to do and person I was able to be there).

So, why did I start a church?

Two words: grace and love. 

Churchianity is about the things we have been seeing above. 

Christianity, real, actual, Christianity is about grace and love.

They are easy things to forget. Rules are easier than relationship. Ticking boxes is easier than being part of each other’s lives through the good and bad, the Holy and sinful, times. 

Grace means that God did everything for you! There is nothing you can do that would make God love you less, there is nothing you can do that would make God love you more. Whoever you are, whatever situation you are in, He is especially fond of you. And not just that, He has given Himself to save you and you don’t need to do anything to add to that, you can’t. Notice what I said above, there’s nothing you can do to make God love you less, but also more. 

His love for you is perfect. His love for you moves mountains. His love for you moved heaven to action on an overwhelming, reckless plan of salvation. He never leaves you, even if you walk from Him. 

God’s Love makes relationship with Him possible. God’s grace makes it accessible. All we need is faith. Faith isn’t a work. It’s a state of being.

I started a church because I found grace and love, and specifically I started a Calvary Chapel because they are big on teaching and exemplifying grace and love, and because I want to see other people find that same grace and love. That’s what the Church is to me. A group of people overwhelmed by the grace and love of God and then noticing that the person beside them is also overwhelmed by the grace and love of God and bonding because of it, showing grace and love to one another because of it. 

“For God so loved the world that He gave His One and only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)

“See to it that no one misses the grace of God.” (Hebrews 12:15a)

I see the problems in the church. The abuse scandals, the baby killing, the laundries, the crusades, the hypocrisy, the hate, the weight placed on people, the standard that’s impossible to live up to, the rejection of people different from “us”, the tendency to elect people who will bring in “Christian values” even when they show little grace, love, or Christian values in their own lives, the rejection, the pain caused, the shame placed on people. I see it. I’ve been on the receiving end (and sadly the giving end too). I’ve walked away from church “completely” a number of times in my life.

I see people in their thousands and millions rejecting the church for what it has become. I get it, I’m right there with you. 

And it terrifies me. Because I run one now. And you can be sure that all (hopefully not all, I’m not planning any crusades or anything). But you can be sure that Calvary Limerick, as a community, will do some of those things I’ve been talking about rejecting. And, here’s the really scary part for me, you can be sure that I will do some of those things I’m rejecting. 

Because, sadly, (to use a phrase I used earlier) I can be a right shit head from time to time, I can forget love and forget grace. I can get into a mode where controlling the people in the church with dos and donts will seem more attractive than being in relationship with them and living life together with them. I will sin. I will make mistakes. I will hurt people.

And it terrifies me. 

As much as I want to be part of the solution. As much as I want to say to the person struggling with whatever sin, mistake, hurt, unforgiveness, battle, whatever it is, that God loves them, that I love them, and that there’s grace to carry them through this, I know that for some people I will be part of the problem. 

I want to see a church that’s Christian. Not a group of people bogged down in churchianity. I want to see God lifted high and worshipped for who He is by the people of Limerick. I want to talk about God’s love and God’s grace and how we are able to live, forgive, love and show grace in light of that love, grace and forgiveness shown to us. That’s why I started a church. 

Reader, you may be one of the people who has already experienced that bad side of me, the side that contributes to the problem, the side that doesn’t show the love and grace of God to you. I might be the reason, or one of the reasons (gotta be some bit nice to myself right?), you gave up on church, and with it gave up on God. 

I’m sorry! Let’s chat because I want to say that to your face. 

Reader, you might be a person who will come to, or is coming to Calvary Limerick, and you will experience that same unloving and ungracious side of my character. May I also apologize and may I beg you to be gracious and loving with me in those times and point to this post. I may need to reread it a few times in my life to remind myself/be reminded about what the goal is.

So, friend, I want Calvary Limerick to be a place of grace and love, but it has people in it, and like me they can forget love and grace sometimes. But if you’re willing to look to God, and to show grace, love and forgiveness to others because He has shown grace, love and forgiveness to you. I’d love to live this thing called life with you, to stand with you and walk with and be amazed by the love God has for you and for me together. To fail from time to time, but to help point one another back to that grace and love that amazed us both in the first place. That’s why I started a church.