I am saddened by the conflict in the Anglican Communion at the moment focussing on the issue of the consecration to Bishop of the Revd Gene Robison, an openly gay priest in the Episcopal Church of the USA (ECUSA). I pray for God’s love to be shown to all his people. I do not understand why men and women should be excluded from God’s kingdom on account of their sexual orientation.
I was challenged at a meeting a couple of months ago that heterosexual Christians need to ‘come out’ in their support for an inclusive church that allows all people to discover their full potential in relationship with God.
Changing Attitude Scotland is campaigning for this within the Scottish Episcopal Church, and contains up-to-the-minute articles on the issue.
On the other side of the argument TransformSEC is praying and campaigning for “the biblical and spiritual transformation of the Scottish Episcopal Church in accordance with Romans 12:2”. (This is a Yahoo Group.)
I am still slowly plodding through The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien for the second time. Frodo and Sam’s journey took them about a year from the Shire and back again. It took me about a year the first time I read it in St Andrews, this time it’s taking about twice as long. But I’m still enjoying it: Frodo and Sam have just reached the Black Gates.
The SECC is easier to get to than I feared, despite the freezing fog, my blocked windscreen washer jets and as a result a dangerously dirty windscreen. I arrived just in time for the support, Funeral For A Friend, to ring out their few final chords, thank the crowd and exit stage left. Half-an-hour later Maiden stormed the stage, which looked something like a castle, guarded left and right by Grim Reaper-like figures. The Dance of Death entourage was in town.
Maiden played an amazing set that lasted two hours, covering tracks from most, if not all, of the their 13 studio albums. Highlights for me included Paschendale (when the speakers blew and we were plunged into silence, apart from the enormous cheer from the crowd!), Can I Play With Madness, Dance of Death, Journeyman (an acoustic encore), and of course Iron Maiden and Run To The Hills.
Surprisingly, when I emerged into the chilly Glasgow evening outside my ears weren’t ringing as much as I had expected. (I didn’t wear ear plugs to this gig as they muffled the sound far more than in a smaller venue.) Enormous thanks for an incredible evening to Messrs Harris, Murray, Smith, Dickenson, McBrain and Gers.
That’s another legendary band I’ve wanted to see live under the belt. Who’ll be next? Voivod? Celtic Frost? Prong?
A friend of mine, Andrew Howie, recently gave me a book by Douglas Coupland (author of Generation X) called Microserfs. It is brilliant: a search for meaning, relationships and connection the story centres around a group of computer programming geeks at Microsoft’s Redmond base, near Seattle. It made me cry.
So I went out and bought Life After God, which I read in a couple of days on holiday. Another brilliant read with some incredible insights. Next up I’ve got his latest read Hey Nostradamus and after that Generation X is waiting for me in the wings.
Right, well we’re a couple of months in since I hand-picked my team of professional football players for the BBC Fantasy Football thingy on this thing we call the internet, and I am now quite definitely bottom of the Pie-miership.
I asked previously if my team was rubbish. I now know the answer: yes. But as I said before, I know absolutely nothing about football and chose my players because they were the only nine I recognised the names of, and the other two were the same name as a band I like (Primus) and my mate Danny’s surname (Curtis).