Monday, February 5, 2018

Choices


I'm still quite full from working on a rack of ribs yesterday. Peripherally interested in football game. Sort of a sentimental thing, replete of memories of championships past, watching with my Dad. Didn't feel the need to go out, be with a crowd, as I usually do, and busy cooking.

Not a bad game. Found myself rooting for New England, Brady and Gronkowsky the only players I know. Hard loss for them.

There was the regularly scheduled prayer meeting at 6pm, in conflict, one might say. I'd pressed myself to get out of bed in the morning for the services - had I done enough? Normally, I might have gone, however much difficult it is doing so alone. I must confess I do get bored.

It's an old story. I remember looking at some rules drawn up in Ephesus circa 200 CE pertaining to 'entertainment' the disciples were directed to refrain from attending. The games and the theater; taverns were off limits too. I read the document closely... were the rules only for staff or all the members? Looked like the ordained leaders only - or specifically. (Am I splitting hairs, rabbi?) I suppose another perspective would include all.

At that time, the games were bloodlust, the theater blasphemous and taverns a lot looser than they are here and now. All enthralling, no doubt. But I see no harm in sport, movies and visiting with friends at the pub. Yeah, they can all be wicked, but that's sort of what it takes to be a Christian, to be there, but not. 

Anyway, food for thought. The pastor preached on way of the flesh versus those of the Spirit yesterday morning. Today, by myself, it might be nice to have such company but, still digesting as I am, I'm going to the nice theater. Have downloaded Maigret and Poirot, Redbox has a twofer deal. I'm not going to worry about said conflicts.

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