the pregnant pause | a Christmas poem

25 12 2016

The Christmas story always appears to me to have two distinct sides
that we emphasise differently depending on what we are looking for
On the one side there’s the wondrously mystical-sounding story
of wonder and excitement and angels singing about glory in the highest
on a hillside to fluffy white sheep
waking up the good-natured shepherds from their sleep
while a magical star lights the sky for exotic camel-riding astrologers
who’ve been crossing borders
for months or maybe years to see this stable tableau
bathed in subtle angel glow

the word became flesh
the divine enmeshed
he who created light in the beginning
is spinning a new kind of story
of darkness overcome
and they have come
to be among
the birth of the divine son

this almost magical tale suits best this candlelight
of Christmas night
a beautiful ethereal sight
in softer sight

but there is a flip-side

like a kite string that prevents this simple story from drifting off
becoming disconnected
alienated
separated
from what it is really all about
these simple words that put the mythological-story brakes on
There was a man sent from God.
He was called John.

Suddenly our story is about a person, not an idea
It’s about a real family being terrified and escaping to Egypt in fear
It’s not about the eternal cosmic battle between darkness and light
Well – it is, but rooted in history
with dates, places
real times and real faces
And you know as well as I do the centre of the story isn’t John
but that’s where the story starts from
in the gospel of John
anchoring the ethereal mystical word
preventing it from drifting off into the absurd
because the word was God
but the word became flesh
the divine intertwined
into the mess of us
in the body of a baby called Jesus

two sides to a story
light versus darkness
taxation and a census
angels and dreams
newborn baby screams
stars leading astronomers
God becoming one of us
Herod’s indignation
a refugee migration
innkeepers, animals, strangers with gifts
you can’t pin down this story it constantly resists
being claimed, held down, owned
controlled

this is a truly beautiful night
an amazing night
beautiful with candles and songs
but not because of candles and songs
they are just handles to open the door
to a humbling, life-changing
transforming birth of a King
not born on cushions of velvet and set on a gold-plated throne
not in a self-named luxury hotel with a lift made of gold
but born among the poor
born for the forlorn
the care-worn
set only on straw

So join with me in celebrating with awe
this story
of glory and wonder
and rooting it firmly in the fact
that god slipped under the radar
in so much more than a fairytale fable
but got itchy in a stable
to enable
the untenable
the indefensible
us
to be holy with him
to be holy as this holy night
that we might have eternal life.

And that is the third of the two sides sides of this transforming
heartwarming this-night-dawning
don’t let me catch you yawning
absolutely never boring tale of Jesus born in
a stable with donkey’s ee-or-ing
because the character
you may have never before seen
in that nativity scene is you
this is a story that you’re in

Come, kneel in this story with me
Come, join the wealthy travellers and shepherds fighting off poverty
Come and see Joseph so weary and Mary,
Come sit with Mary
Come, gaze upon this child
come and sit in this pregnant pause
for all that Jesus came to be and to do
all his inheritance as creator, King and son
can be yours

so much more than a fairytale fable
he was born to enable
the untenable
the indefensible
us
to be holy with him
so be holy as this holy night
for he was born that we might have life.

Happy Christmas


This was my spoken word for the Midnight Communion 2016. It works better when real aloud!

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brighter on the inside

22 12 2015

[a spoken word piece I wrote for our Carols by Candlelight service]

the light shines in the darkness, John tells us,
and the darkness cannot – cannot – overcome it
the light
the light
that stands beyond time
pierces through time
measures time

my son asked me other other day
daddy, what is a light year?
the gears in my brain creaked and rumbled and I said
i thought erm I should know hang what would granddad say
a light year is the distance it takes light to travel in a year
which brian cox would be proud of

and as I said it blew my mind that
a) light travels
b) my mind unravelled as i realised that
c) we measure distance by light

suddenly everything has got complicated
park that thought
we’re supposed to be talking about a god endangered
en-mangered
unstable in a stable cradle
truth mixed up with fable
and then we just go home, right?

It’s just… the light
light that measures time itself
unveiling the cosmos
spinning through the universe
in the beginning God created the world with a word
and the light was born
and shone
and shines
shines now brighter than ever before
the light is here appearing
embodied enfleshed he who controls space and time
is time
arrives just in time
to save the world
with his big heart – well actually hearts, he has two
hang on, I’m getting confused with Dr Who 40953683_tardis203

Who, who spins through time a small blue box
which is itself a timely paradox
because the one things we know about the Doctor’s TARDIS is
it’s bigger on the inside
it’s bigger than it looks

so bear with me here and indulge my crazy thought
because i don’t think we’re as far from the manger
as we ought
to be
the tiny baby the newborn son
all cute and screamy with a dirty bum
and a beautiful smile
so fragile
yet all eternity is held in that baby-soft skin

to look into his eyes is like opening the door of the tardis
you’d just be blown away

Mary did you know…?

He’s not a time lord
but he is the Lord of time
he is not light
but he is the Lord of light and all the distance it travels

and yet there’s a danger of being over-triumphant
coming out in an enthusiastic rant
because the reason the light shines so brightly is
the dark is so very, very dark
out there in time and space
the world the child embraced
as he embraced his mother
is so very very dark

Jesus born into an over-taxed authoritarian system
ruled by a king who collected up all the other babies in Bethlehem
and killed them
as Mary and Joseph with Jesus had to flee
to Egypt where they were middle-eastern refugees
which is another timely paradox
without a blue box
to protect it from reality

the world we live is a dark dark place at times
and at christmas we can pretend everything shimmers and shines
when it doesn’t, it really doesn’t
and the stupid irony is
that instead of the tinsel and glitz
the whole point of christmas is
the darkness of a world that needs saving
the emptiness of a world that is craving
something
Syria, Paris, the crisis of ISIS
can’t be solved by banter with Santa
and a comedy jumper
but only by the light
that looks so fragile like a tiny wick
that flickers
in the slightest wind

but look carefully closely deeply
open the door and look
it’s brighter on the inside
this light of the world
the wick that flickers
burns brighter than a million candles
more than we could handle

so we’ve travelled on a timeline
unravelled through space
following light from its source in the heavens
to a place in time
to a baby that cries and whines
and yet holds the divine timeline
in its eyes
it’s that baby again

a god endangered
en-mangered
unstable in a stable cradle
truth is born to turn the tables
on darkness
in a most unexpected way.

The light shines in the darkness
and the darkness cannot overcome it
because the same Jesus
was raised from the dead and won it

© 2015 Kevin Lewis

 





the light that shines in our eyes

21 12 2014

In the beginning when it seemed that the darkness was winning
and all was chaos and swirls and water and mud
and you couldn’t tell the earth from the flood
God spoke
God spoke and the world came into being
God spoke and breathed life and the chaos became living
and breathing
and his breath was sustaining
God spoke in the beginning

God spoke to the prophets
God spoke to the kings
God spoke to the prostitutes
who no-one else sees
God spoke to the farmers
And when nobody heard
God spoke and kept speaking
And called himself The Word

God spoke but way back like that can seem distant
and sometimes God can seem almost non-existent
so John in his book when he’s telling the story
of Jesus arrival doesn’t have angels in glory
but he reminds us that God spoke the world into being
by starting his gospel where God began
in the beginning

But god didn’t stay in the beginning you see
That wouldn’t make a very good story in which to be
But God is always moving like life I guess
In this part of the story God became flesh
God took his place and he tented among us
So close we could touch him and know how he loves us
Adores us
Sits with us
Not bored by us
Not abhors us
But adores us so much that

God spoke to Mary and Joseph, Elizabeth and Zechariah
God spoke to the shepherds and wise men who admired
the way God spoke through stars and through dreams
and through angels and visions and for Joseph more and more dreams

When you speak to someone you acknowledge their presence
you know we’ve all done that thing when we ignore someone
pretend they are absent
like a shepherd maybe or injured man on the road to Jericho
keep our heads down don’t look them in the eye
they won’t notice as we walk by

But God holds our eye contact and embraces our presence
His isn’t someone far away, a distant existence
This is one of those things that we see at Christmas
That he is close, he is here, emmanuel, God with us

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In the beginning God spoke and the world came into being
In the present God speaks and he will keep on speaking
Through hell and high-water through birth and bereavement
Through abuse and abusing through failure and achievement
to the hopeful and the hopeless
in the fruitful and the fruitless
the joyful and the joyless
God spoke
and God speaks

Could it be true that if we listen
truly listen
through the melee of life
and work and family
and if we put our expectations aside
and maybe our pride
could we hear The Word say a word
feel the breath of God give us life

Could it be that God with us he still dwells
and that we need him if our life is going well
or if it feels like every day is another hell
could it be that he is still emmanuel
god with us
god for us
god in us

It is true that he spoke and it is true that he speaks
The Word who is Jesus not mild or meek
but a powerful force who changes our lives
if we let him, if we let go, and allow his light
to light up the world
to light up our lives
to be the light that shines in our eyes

Yes he will challenge us and we have all been changed
Who have been embraced by him none are the same
He will help us let go of the things that enslave us
he will break the chains that hold us and hate us
I won’t lie to you, it’s not always an easy life
Submitting to living for the one who is Life
Not for Mary or Joseph or for all who follow today
But there’s no better life, there’s no better way

God spoke God is speaking
To all of us as well
God is here he is with us emmanuel
God spoke, God is speaking
May we hear him well
God is here, he is with us, emmanuel.

© Kevin Lewis 2014

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This is a spoken word piece I wrote for our carols by candlelight service. It works better spoken out loud, but I thought i’d share it anyway! 





hopeless despair and a neutered santamentality

17 12 2014

There is a time and a place for hopeless despair. When 132 children are massacred in a school, that is one of those times. A friend of mine who grew up in Pakistan changed his profile picture to plain black. It was a truly back day.

But it’s Christmas. This is no time for the hard-hitting reality of a life that can be painful, brutal, touched by evil. Is it? Enforced smiles, kittens in Santa hats and children singing Christian rhymes. Hide reality with a Christmas card myth of white Christmas and roasting chestnuts, of nostalgia and made-up stories and the fat guy in the red suit.

132 dead, though. That’s like all the kids singing in my son’s Christmas play yesterday. Dead. What does Christmas santamentality have to say to that? And this is my greatest problem with the neutering of the power of Christmas. Yes, there’s loads of issues about the actual event, Jesus not born in a stable etc… but my Big Problem is not specifically about that. It is this.

Real Christmas has an answer to the utter pain and emptiness of hopeless despair. Real Christmas looks the massacre of 132 children the eye and says I am God, and I take your pain, I take your anger, I know it is real. Because real Christmas is not dressed up in sentimentality or nostalgia. There was nothing sentimental about giving birth among animals, fleeing in fear of your lives, or the massacre of Bethlehem babies. 

Real Christmas doesn’t demand that bad things don’t happen at this time of year; real Christmas takes bad things that happen and places them at the heart of the story. They are the bloody point. When we take the truth of god becoming human and taking on the evil in our world and reduce it to a twee children’s story with no enduring truth we do vandalism to the incarnation. 

Christmas is not a time for hiding from reality because reality is real and shit happens even at Christmas so let’s give ourselves permission to feel hopeless, to be angry and to rage against whatever evil causes people to murder children, or whatever pain and outrage we feel today; and let’s take that into the story with us, feeling the pain of brutal Roman occupation, of dashed hopes, of fearing for your life as children around you are murdered and your tiny child is the answer of God to your cries for justice and revolution and freedom: 

This staggering God
Takes his first steps towards us
On feet that will grow strong enough
To carry a cross

It will change the way we tell the story because Christmas isn’t a story by itself. It will change the way we do Christmas because Christmas really is every day for us who believe in it. And it is an answer to hopeless despair that a neutered Christmas santamentality can never be. 

……..

Other posts about Christmas:
talking angels and elephant dreams
a christmas theology of political power
the biggest, most divine total blunder (’twas the night before Christmas)
the weakness in [christmas] love
the nativity that needs saving





talking angels and elephant dreams

15 12 2014

Talking angels, moving stars, interpreting dreams?! Admit it, they’re incredibly awkward for credible thinkers. When was the last time you heard a sermon on any of those things? Probably last Christmas. And then it  was skipped, like we always do with bits of the Bible that don’t quite fit with our view of the world or the story we are wanting to tell. 

And yet, out there, are so many people who won’t call themselves religious but do believe in angels, stars and dreams. Maybe more than we do. So perhaps we should listen to them more. Yes, their beliefs won’t be theologically developed. But how about this:

Instead of dismissing those who believe in guardian angels, we could tell them about the angels that spoke to Mary and the shepherds about Jesus.

Instead of dismissing those who look to the stars for guidance, we could tell them God used the aligning of planets & stars to point to Jesus.

Instead of dismissing those who interpret dreams, we could remember God spoke to Joseph and the magi in their sleep, about Jesus.

God uses the fantastical, the bizarre and the ordinary; God speaks the language of the mystic as well as the bookish scholar; in cryptic apocalyptic and orthodox doxology; to kings and ravens and priests and donkeys. God spoke to a sleeping man to tell him to trust the story his wife was about to tell him, a talking angel to persuade her to tell it, and a moving star to lead the people to them. Bonkers.

We might be secretly afraid of these elements of the story. They don’t fit our rational sensible evangelical framework. They’re not our usual model for listening to God. But if we are being truly evangelical, we have to include them. Let’s not be scared. Admittedly, I’ve never knowingly seen an angel, and in my last dream an elephant turned into a gun-wielding passenger plane. No, I don’t know either. But don’t let that put us off.

We need to use the language those around us understand and show them that Jesus speaks it too. They won’t expect it in their wildest dreams. 

And you never know, the stars might align just over Jesus. 





a christmas theology of political power

9 12 2014

The Christmas story is a sledgehammer to the politics of domination and self-protection. The Chancellor’s Christmas Budget Autumn Statement, along with A Theology of the Autumn Statement, got me thinking about this.

There is a theology that lies behind everything we do. Everything we do stands on the foundation of what we believe about God, and what we believe God believes about us. So in politics, where different beliefs about God or not-God or many gods permeates through each MP, the policies that they choose to support cannot help but be affected by their theology. And by implication, they represent us, so their theology represents ours. 

I believe there is a dangerous narrative running through our politics and media that deeply challenges a Christian theology. A narrative of power, of blame, of self-protection and short-term thinking. Christian theology – and more importantly, Christians – are flawed and broken and get it wrong, so forgive me some optimism in what follows:

  1. Christian theology shows that God does not prioritise those with money and power. God chose foreigners of a different religion and the lowest earners to be the first to see the incarnate Son of God. This is a familiar story but matters. Christian theology must not prioritise those on ‘our side’ with money and power. King Herod was so cross and felt so threatened by this that he killed babies. Christian theology should be threatening to those with money and power.  
      
  2. Christian theology shows God does not just blame everyone else. Not the previous government, or poor people who receive benefits, or immigrants, or anything other than our own people. Rarely do we hear ‘we’ have messed up, people like me, the wealthy, white, middle/upper classes, those who needed a bank bail-out. Christian theology begins and ends with repentance, with humility. God did not simply blame humans for mucking up his world, but became incarnate to be part of the solution, not the bully-king but the servant-king. Christian theology confidently says we mucked up and we spend our lives being the solution. 
  3. Christian theology shows us that God’s priority is not self-protection. A tiny newborn baby human is one of the weakest living things. The Christmas story practically screams self-giving and sacrificial generosity at us. We have assumed, in our society, a culture of entitlement, and so we expend masses of time/energy/money defending that entitlement, protecting our wealth. God gave away his power, gave away his story to the weakest of humans and the most insignificant of human families. Christian theology holds lightly and gives generously. 
  4. Christian theology shows long-term thinking. I guess if God could make a baby he could make a grown-up. He chose not to. He chose the long game. A long set-up, a community growing, a lifestyle change, not a quick-fix. Our politics demands short-term solutions to a long-term problem. 

When I hear of more cuts to the welfare budget, I wonder what theology lies behind that? When I hear positive employment figures trotted out, but businesses do not pay a wage you can live on, what theology lies behind that? When the only profitable rail network is nationally-owned, but sold to the private sector again, what theology lies behind that? When years of struggle for employment rights is extinguished with zero-hours contracts, what theology lies behind that?

The Christmas story is a sledgehammer to the politics of domination and self-protection. Let’s not lose that.





the advent sessions // fork handles

10 12 2013

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God.
Preparing the ground.
Digging in.
Turning it over.
Turning lives over.
Elizabeth. Zechariah. 
Upside-down.
Nobody believing.

God.
Preparing the ground.
Digging in.
Turning himself over.
Turning his very nature over.
Father. Son. Holy Spirit.
Upside-down.
Nobody believing.

Incarnation?
Imagine the conversation
Even in the omnipotent mind:

We must prepare the ground.
We must dig it over.
We must be safe.
But nothing that grows in nature is safe.
We know that.
We made that. 

So we dig.
We prepare the ground.
We choose faithful people.
Unexpected people.
Unexceptional people?

Take hold of the fork handle.
For the triune God
Preparing the ground is not static.
It is not safe.
It is not clean.
And it is not done alone. 

This is part of a series called the advent sessions, using local images to help reflect on advent. This picture is from my garden. It may be the last with the four candles/fork handles reference, but who knows. Previous posts are:
the advent sessions // for candles
the advent sessions // rebuild





the postman

24 12 2012

At our Carols by Candlelight last night I didn’t do a preach but told a lyrical story. First we watched this fantastic video called the Christmas Chord, so to understand you’ll need to watch it too…

…what I did afterwards was a bit like The Christmas Cord Pt II, only it’s called The Postman. It’s a bit long for a blog, so here’s the second half… but first, the context: 

A postman was doing his round, and met an ordinary person driving a Ford Mondeo who turned out to be the angel Gabriel. Gabriel gave him a box, and inside was a cord (like in the Christmas Cord, see what I did there…) and the postman wasn’t pleased. Gabriel wants him to pass it on. Anyway, read and enjoy. A bit like a rebellious repenting, it needs to be read out loud! 

I don’t understand and I don’t like the sound
Of your words now Gabriel you’re freaking me out
As if it’s not weird enough that your bringing me boxes
In an old ford Mondeo – I am going to stop this
And I threw it away the box and the string
But the string
had a cling
though I tried to fling it

Far it stayed with me

There’s no connection, I said, between the birth of your Jesus
And me; thousands of years that have passed in-between us
I’m just an ordinary person and I don’t understand
Whatever this God of yours thinks he’s got planned
It’s not real; it’s not true, it’s just a story or a crutch 
I’m not interested anymore and I’ll tell you this much 

But Gabriel stopped me with the gentlest of touches 
And he said Jesus is alive and he’s speaking to others
This cord represents the links down the centuries 
Of people who have met him and ingrained on their memories

The reality of God born through Jesus the baby
The reality of God who jumped in incarnationally 
The reality of God who meets with us relationally 
The Way in Manger – but he didn’t stay there, not stationary

But he’s moved right through history from the beginning of time
And he’s moving right now if you’ll open your eyes
The world might be broken but this cord never breaks
The world might feel heavy and sometimes faith shakes
But this cord is the link that binds, ties, or connects
And it’s a musical note that harmoniously blends 

It’s the cord that binds us together “Bind us together” no not like the song
But like The Way in a Manger when God’s plan looks all wrong
Like the shepherds and the wise men and so many others
You’ve been chosen to deliver the message that God isn’t above us
But he’s alive and he’s here and he wants to change the world
You’re a postman, so deliver it, like a banner unfurled  

Why would you give me such a message to share?
I’m just a postman delivering letters no-one notices I’m there
And Gabriel said 
remember the shepherds before
The first who saw
And came to adore
The new-born baby
Joseph and his lady
Can you see just maybe
That God is a bit crazy

It’s always ordinary people who God speaks to and chooses
If we let him, and trust him, he will not abuse this
So come on have a think because you’ve got to choose this
Who will you choose to tell about Jesus 
When you’ve made your decision put the cord back inside
And then you’ll be ready to make the delivery of your life

So, I saw an angel in a Ford Mondeo 
And he asked me to choose someone so here we go
I’m choosing the people I most want to see glow
With the life and the light of the Jesus I now know
Maybe you’ve figured it out, you know what I’ll do
Like Jesus himself, right now I choose you.

Merry Christmas to all my readers, occasional, regular and first-timers. 





god, in what sense is this a plan?

20 12 2012

God’s plan to save the world seems desperately flimsy. He seems to be making it up as he goes along. Like in 24, West Wing, Lost, The Killing or Homeland, the plan quickly turns into a catalogue of errors. But zooming through the story with the box set and no need to wait, major mishaps become smaller as they are solved or trumped by a new one 5 minutes later. Jack Bauer will always win in the end.

Back to the Christmas story. Each year it’s like we put the box set on and watch it on fast forward. We’re so familiar we don’t need the words, just join in with the songs like the Christmas airing of The Sound of Music. But it deserves more than that. It’s more complex than that. It’s needs to be read slower than that. 

God’s flimsy plan went something like this.

Part 1: Must incarnate. Eew. Choose a human. Young peasant girl. Unmarried. Pregnant. Scandal. D’oh! Well-meaning boyfriend. Got a trade. Scandal. D’oh! Loyalty. Nice. Census! Oops. Must travel. Or not. Already live in Bethlehem. Do I? Matthew says. Quirinius is Governor. And Herod. Doesn’t tie up. Never mind. Carry on. Long journey. 65 miles. Bad plan. Nowhere to sleep. Having a baby. Put him with the animals. Really? God’s lost it. Poo everywhere. Cows. Stink. Dirty birth. No family to help. Homeless. D’oh! Baby born. Part 1: done.

Part 2: Must tell someone. Choose humans. Who? Shepherds. Why? Poor, smelly, unloved. Untrusted. D’oh! Great. Send the angels. Why them? No-one will listen. Better idea. Tell rich people. Here’s some. Foreigners? Hang on. Astrology. Astronomy? Sorry. Reading the stars? Not here surely. Jewish story. Gentile visitors. Go to Herod. No! Bad plan. D’oh! Didn’t see that coming. Shuffle away. Nothing to worry about King. Nasty King. Find family. Shepherds long gone. Or never here. Keep them in. Nativity looks better. Gifts. Bit odd. Myrrh? Death. Didn’t see that coming. Never trust foreigners. Part 2: done. Just. 

Part 3: Plan gone bad. Must run away. Or not. Luke no. Simeon and Anna. Circumcision. Ouch. Matthew yes. Run now! Herod very cross. Escape to Egypt! Pause to respect the irony. Refugees. New born. Poor. Travelling carpenter. Untrustworthy. D’oh! Meanwhile Herod. Murders 20 children. Erm. Is God still planning? Herod dead. Go to Nazareth. Or return to Nazareth. Out of Egypt I will call my son. In secret. In shame? Who’s baby is it? Part 3: run away. Done. 

Part 4: Must keep quiet. Live quietly. Shepherds long-forgotten. Until afterwards. Mary remembered. Told Luke. Matthew? Heard about strange foreigners. Included them. Joseph? Probably died. Not mentioned after 12. Jesus father dead. Pause for that one. Reflect. What a crazy few years. In what sense was this planned?

it was nothing like this

Take the gloss away and it’s not the children’s Bible story at all. It’s a haphazard mess of cliffhangers and near misses, of bad decisions and thinking on the hoof. But I know what it does say. That when God enters our world he doesn’t smooth the edges for himself, he doesn’t pull rank and take the best. He doesn’t hide from moral scandal or vicious gossip, he doesn’t turn a blind eye to poverty or power struggles, he doesn’t pretend other religions don’t exist and when his plan causes the death of children in a massacre… I just don’t know. What is he thinking? Is he even thinking? Be angry. 

I think I know it means that God doesn’t have a linear plan. If he doesn’t even micro-manage his own life why on earth would he micro-manage ours?  His plan is as subject to alterations as ours. He thinks on the hoof. So don’t get het up about falling off of it. The story of the incarnation is not a beautifully packaged school play where everything slots into place. Right from the start God is working from and redeeming  the raw materials of human experience. Love, hate, trust, scandal, prejudice, life and death. It’s chaotic, it’s fascinating, it’s a mixture of truth and rumour and heresay and heresy and in that respect, it’s a lot like life.  

Funny that.





today a kurdish muslim cut my hair

19 12 2012

This wasn’t him.

Today a Kurdish Muslim cut my hair. 
Today I took a funeral and his wife of 48 years was very, very sad.
The Kurdish Muslim isn’t a proper Muslim, according to his friends.
Today the banks were fined over £1bn pounds for fixing something.
He gives Christmas presents to his English girlfriend, so can’t be a proper Muslim.
Today it appears that the Police lied to frame a politician and it worked.
He says to them, but you get drunk, so you are not proper Muslims either.
Today the deaths of 20 children in a school have made even the NRA stop and think.
I said Christians are just as good picking and choosing bits they want to act on.
Today I am sad for one of our older ladies who is in hospital.   
Anyway, shouldn’t a good Muslim celebrate the birth of the prophet Jesus?
Today I wish more people understood the Christmas story isn’t just for children.   

Doesn’t the Qu’ran tell Muslims to read about Jesus? He wasn’t sure. I am.
Today everybody blames everybody else for not being able to trust anybody else.
It’s strange to be of a different religion at Christmas. Said 3 astronomers in a stable. 
Today I have fragmented thoughts about the world in which we live.

Today a Kurdish Muslim cut my hair. 








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