Nehustan
Well-Known Member
I have to give you a little background for this post to make any sense, so here goes.
I was on my way to work the other day. It was a typical wet late winter English day in London. As I walked down the road I saw the puddles in the gutter, and the water making its way into the drain system. I thought of my T-Shirt, stopped bent down, cupped my hand into the water and lifted the water to my mouth and drank.
Very peculiar behaviour I'm sure you are thinking, well not so. The T-Shirt I was wearing was from a charity called water aid, my daughter had asked me what the image on the T-shirt meant (a lady carrying water upon her head) and we spent a little time googling images where she saw multiple people gathered around a pump, carrying the water in that almost archetypal image...
I was on my way to work the other day. It was a typical wet late winter English day in London. As I walked down the road I saw the puddles in the gutter, and the water making its way into the drain system. I thought of my T-Shirt, stopped bent down, cupped my hand into the water and lifted the water to my mouth and drank.
Very peculiar behaviour I'm sure you are thinking, well not so. The T-Shirt I was wearing was from a charity called water aid, my daughter had asked me what the image on the T-shirt meant (a lady carrying water upon her head) and we spent a little time googling images where she saw multiple people gathered around a pump, carrying the water in that almost archetypal image...
So tonight I boarded a bus into China Town to buy us some Friday evening Dim Sum. I sat down to a young man wearing nothing but a short sleeved bowling shirt, and quipped to him that he must be from the North, given how cold it was. Of course he was, and a conversation was struck during which I became aparty to his sexuality. The main gay area in London is across the road from the restaurant I had ordered my Dim Sum from so I as a result of my conversation strolled around the area. As I walked I saw people out on a friday night and I pondered my own thoughts. The main thought I had was this, what would offend my God more, consenting adults 'sinning' or a child dying every three seconds. I think if my God wanted me to make a judgement or get worked up about things, he'd put the death of a child every three seconds higher up the list of priorities than what consenting adults may or may not do. What do you think?