Well actually I'm in West Wales. I'm not even sure where "the Zone" is but the title today is a quote from Monsters Inc which I watched last night (and enjoyed very much).
I've been rubbish at updating this blog recently, but hey it's August. Everyone's away and not much goes on anyway.
Earlier in the week I went househunting in Bath which was an experience. I saw a couple of houses and met some good people, but so far I've not got a definite place of residence for next year (though it's not without hope). Being new to Bath I don't yet know anybody, so it's all about meeting the people I might be living with as well. Placing an ad on the university forum and receiving various responses is worryingly reminiscent of how I imagine internet dating might work. The whole experience just lacks candlelit dinners though.
Whilst I was in Bath I also saw the most pregnant looking man I have ever seen and passed another guy whose response to my cheery "good morning" sounded as though his words were coming out backwards.
Though I am seeking a place to rent, I have it on good authority that letting a house can also be a minefield. It seems as though that a cardboard box is too good for some tenants (who ironically feel that reading and adhering to instructions is beneath them). If I had anything to do with it both tenant and letting agent would be strung painfully from the wrongly sited washing line.
Church at home (www.stmarysbillingshurst.org) is very exciting, and a new service pattern begins next Sunday. Less can be said about the church I went to this morning. The visiting vicar was possibly nuts, rambling on and on about China ("mother China") and not really saying anything worthwhile. He quoted a letter from the retiring principal of Westcott House Theological College about a generation of clergy 'who'd presided over a declining church' and I have to say he was the perfect illustration as to why the church had declined under his generation. I have a copy of Discworld Noir, a computer game based on Terry Prattchett's Discworld series which I used to enjoy playing and the vicar this morning bore uncanny resemblance to the priest portrayed in the Temple of Small Gods. That thought did at least provide me with some amusement.
Looking back to my God Slot post and the comments it generated I feel that if Dave's local church has missed the plot in a similar manner it's no wonder that the idea of God is a bit strange.
I do feel though, Dave, that in your last comment that you struggled to deny the existence of God completely, albeit that your "He's given me a wicked life" evidently contained some sarcasm. Still, if you wish to deny the existence of God and are content with believing that you are just part of a random chemical "accident" with no purpose then that's your choice. I cannot prove the existence of God but I look in awe at the natural world around me and definitely feel that there is an element of design and created order.
I wonder, Dave (and anyone else reading this who has similar viewpoints) if you've ever considered praying. It's a bit odd to harp on about how God has no time for you if you have no time for Him. And as I have related here before, I have experienced answers to prayer in my life, often in the most amazing ways. So, prayer. Now there's a challenge for you...
I've come across several classic quotes this week but I am going to end this ramble with one I've just come across in a local newspaper.
"Neil also loves cooking and growing organic vegetables - chickens and pigs may soon be seen in [his garden]."