It was a film. I went to watch it with JJ and Hazel at the Odeon in Manchester. The Fondas were in it.
I came out disorientated. I’d believed the film – the characters and their lives. I’d done what most people did, I suppose, though not what I usually did. Got involved with the story. Enjoyed it. Went slong for the ride.
And so I wasn’t sure where I now was. Disorientated. But I’d learned to let go, trust, and journey.
I was following a BBC feed this morning, on the website, to a story about the Pope and Netanyahu disagreeing over the language Jesus spoke. They were both right, academic opinion verified. And in the same piece was a line saying something like ‘on balance, it is likely that Jesus did exist.’
That’s the opinion of someone frozen into a world he/she thinks is secular.
I wanted to believe Jesus was real, but didn’t know how that was possible. So I started pestering Jesus (that’s probably a better description than saying I prayed a prayer of faith!) and after I while I found I knew him, and the world was no longer secular. I’d learn to trust, and the story I was now in was changing my perception of the frozen world. It exists, but time will prove it wasn’t really real. Not as people think it is.
But the Christian life, dear reader, is a following of Jesus, not a building of an alternative, or actually the real, world. He’s doing that as we live out the new story and put the lie to the old one. The one that’s passing away, and is due to be rolled up not too long from now.