So I gave in!
I removed the 'offending' post, though only an AI machine was offended, and returned to the 'Twitter' fold. At least for now. I attempted to revisit my old site, which appears still to exist, yet it would not let me in. Possibly still banned, or maybe the password changed. Typical Tech problems.
I have looked at what is on offer today and found little of excitement. Pictures from the Tory Conference in Manchester reveal empty seats indicating the bars are open early, or they are still sharing rooms with those who can 'progress' their careers.
Cabinet ministers are making promising sounds, Sunak apart as he never actually says anything, and the impression given is not encouraging for anyone outside of the Labour Party.
After much prayer I hobbled slowly, oh so slowly, down to the Kirk on Sunday. Having breakfasted well, enough sweet coffee to last me till lunchtime, I made it. I had to, I was reading from Ezekiel and had promised I was OK to be there.
Today was communion, but also a 3 yr old being baptised. This meant some 40 relatives, non church goers, were in attendance. It also meant a long morning, hence the coffee.
At one point the kids are ushered out, after the baptism bit, and then the adults, minus most women who ran for the door also to avoid the sermon, that is the men, were left to endure the morning. None were keen.
As I read the Ezekiel bit I could see lots of blank faces in front of me. They were not interested, failed to grasp what was going on, and reflected the men of today. The good thing is there is no pretence to like what is happening as would have been the case 50 years ago, they were just not into it. This reflects the difficulty in getting people to understand what God is all about. The actual words I used I realised later were probably not opening their minds. The words were a bit old-fashioned, I ought to have sought a different versions for a better, more modern rendering. Those words spoke to me 50 years ago, but they may not speak to men today.
The girls, hiding with the kids, were also getting a similar message, and probably heard it better out there. We look to see what may happen as we pray for the relatives.
Mind you, I am not one for kids baptism, I se no justification for this. To me, you must be old enough to understand what you are doing, toddlers cannot grasp this, especially when all they wish to do is run around the hall like a daft one! We let him do this. I think the reason for kids baptism, or christening, is based on the story of the Philippian Jailer.
Acts 16:16 Once
when we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a female
slave who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a
great deal of money for her owners by fortune-telling. 17 She
followed Paul and the rest of us, shouting, ‘These men are servants of
the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved.’ 18 She
kept this up for many days. Finally Paul became so annoyed that he
turned round and said to the spirit, ‘In the name of Jesus Christ I
command you to come out of her!’ At that moment the spirit left her.
19 When
her owners realised that their hope of making money was gone, they
seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the market-place to face the
authorities. 20 They brought them before the magistrates and said, ‘These men are Jews, and are throwing our city into an uproar 21by advocating customs unlawful for us Romans to accept or practise.’
22 The crowd joined in the attack against Paul and Silas, and the magistrates ordered them to be stripped and beaten with rods. 23 After they had been severely flogged, they were thrown into prison, and the jailer was commanded to guard them carefully. 24 When he received these orders, he put them in the inner cell and fastened their feet in the stocks.
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly
there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison
were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s
chains came loose. 27 The
jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his
sword and was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had
escaped. 28 But Paul shouted, ‘Don’t harm yourself! We are all here!’
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, ‘Sirs, what must I do to be saved?’
31 They replied, ‘Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved – you and your household.’ 32 Then they spoke the word of the Lord to him and to all the others in his house. 33 At
that hour of the night the jailer took them and washed their wounds;
then immediately he and all his household were baptised. 34 The
jailer brought them into his house and set a meal before them; he was
filled with joy because he had come to believe in God – he and his whole
household.
It is the phrase: 'He and his whole household.' That some say children can be 'Christened' or 'Baptised.' But where are children mentioned? Philippi was a 'Roman' town. That is, to offer a pension to his army Augustus, once he had defeated Mark Anthony, threw everyone out of the town and offered the facilities to those of his men who had retired, or were disabled, from service. After 16 - 20 years they were given a Wine Bar, or fats food place, a shop or whatever, as their pension. By Pauls time the population was therefore sons and grandsons of Roman soldiers, and many had arrived in the years following the original men, and therefore it is likely the jailer could have been an ex-soldier.
If I am correct, and occasionally I am, this jailer, a tough man indeed, may have been in his 40s at least, he probably was in his 50s and had sons and slaves working with him. Jails are not places for wimps like me to run, especially in Roman towns. So I suspect any child the jailer had was at least an adolescent, not a child.
I note John Calvin disagrees with me, but you remember he was French!
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