I played football on Saturday for the last time this year. We played a real match straightaway with no warm up exercise. I played as a goalkeeper as I usually do. Long story short my team won 7-6 with a score at the last minute of the game. My coaches and other players said that I performed very well as a goalkeeper this time. I also believed that I did exceptionally well to the point where I wanted to tell my football manager, but I couldn't as she was at the time going bowling with the junior team.
Afterwards Mum and I went shopping to buy stuff for my kitchen such as a new bin, a drainer, placemats a chopping knife and chopping boards to name whats on the top of my head. I also took my Mum to the shop and we had toasted sandwhiches and salad. When we left the shop we heard the alarm go off, I assumed that we didn't pay for everything because the girl at the till didn't do a good job in being thorough with our shopping. The staff never came out to sort out the reason for the alarm going off, and Mum assured me that the reason the alarm went of was because the knife's security magnet was not properly removed. Nevertheless, I decided to do a roll call on what products we purchased and discovered that I didn't pay for the roll of white swing bins and a packet of cleaning wipes which was less then £2. My parents say its not worth lamenting about, but in the end I decided to go back and pay the products that I walked out by mistake as I was thinking that no amount of circumstance changes the fact that I could've committed theft if I didn't make amends to this, but I meant to keep silent about it because Mum and Dad would say that the staff will think that I'm being really weird, but I didn't keep silent about it and when I told Mum about it there was annoyance but in the end she said that she forgives me because she knows me very well, I on the other hand feel like when I do things like this I can't really forgive myself. Mum told me that had the alarm never gone off I would never checked to see that I've paid for everything.
I went to work for my job at the warehouse on Saturday night. During that time at one point, I went into thought overload about everything; the conspiracies about the Illuminati, the problems that are going on around the world and how I and how just is the final judgement and starting thinking angry thoughts about God, then I went like "What am I thinking?!?" and actually felt like a stake went through my heart and immediatley I asked God for forgiveness. Lunch break did make me feel somewhat better as there was pizza available, although I only had one cheese slice. Like I said before there are times where I am not always able to forgive myself and try to say that its gonna be okay.
After work and returning home, Tikki my neighbour came over to take me to Boxley Church where we watched a play that reenacted the Birth of Jesus and it was a lovely play, though I couldn't remember if its 100% from the Bible such as the idea that Jesus was born in a meager or that Mary rode a donkey, but oh well. Before I went to work I told Tikki about what happened involving of a Biblical scripture that she never noticed, specifically Jeremiah 10 verses 1-5 1. Hear ye the word which the Lord Speaketh unto you, O house of Isreal and be not dismayed: 2. Thus Saith the Lord, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of Heaven, for the heathen are dismayed at them. 3. For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. 4. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not. 5. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: They must needs be born, because they cannot got. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither is it in them to do good.
To me the biblical scripture reminds me of the Christmas Tree and why I'm not so sure about having a Christmas Tree in a church, or anywhere for that matter, is a good idea anymore.
At 4:00pm Mum, Dad and I went to Church to sing Christmas Carols. Afterwards we awarded June the Villager of the Year Award. When it was over I talked to people about my knowledge about the origins of Christmas with the Pagan origins and I also told them about Krampus, as there was a recently released horror movie that is about Krampus. Ultimately, the community thought that an essay about the origins of Christmas that could be printed on our Village News magazine for next month would be a fantastic thing to help me get the message. However, as mentioned in my previous blog post, my understanding of the origins of Christmas have caused me to have serious concerns about Christmas becoming a point where I really believe that God finds the whole holiday displeasing and dishonourable. Both my parents are starting to get fed up with me expressing these concerns, believing them to be nothing more then thoughts influenced by propaganda spewed out by American Christians who believe that they are in the right and we are in the wrong.
I've already started research into the origins and I'm trying to find information about Christmas that will not seem...arrogant I suppose. Still, I do have a lot to say and I can't shake the feeling that most of it won't reach the News Magazine for reasons X,Y, and Z.
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