Sep 3, 2022

Struggle with, not faith. Some of thinking around new Christianity

 The nights are already starting to draw in, we call it that as lights come on bit earlier, but this year still very warm in evening. Found ourselves heading into end of this summer.  It's a time when everyone is enjoying last few days of freedom before the Autumn.
Among description of autumn, for those of us from Hull, one letter from Hell.
Memories and images include return of Hull Fair. Soon Walton Street in Hull, will be flooded with light, colour ,sound as fairground site is brought to life. The energy, excitement, friends meeting ,gathering, odd community, walks around, smells,sights, pondering, even bit of fear, wetness, dirt, candy floss, burger, hot-dogs.
Getting wrapped up as head to wherever parked the car.

Hull city football club, Excitement, frustration,joy, being outsiders, being left out of national coverage.

Yes going to say odd community feeling we have being supporters of area detached from the Elite gathering.

Are we building something here?

Have we created a team good enough to compete!

We have this approach in Hull it like this..we don`t care its just about us V whoever.


"Don't need no Option tell me things l need to see" Eddie and the hot-rods...`Do anything wanna do`

Sometimes all our lives,

just don't make any sense at all

look up at the mountains

they can feel so big.

Recognise the wondrous remarks

of nature.

Struggle with, not faith Some new Christianity

deconstructing promotes painful arguments

just seems so small, petty not helpful


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Some poetry from 2000 years ago to help me correct myself.

Since your mind will become a temple, do not leave any filth in it; do not leave in God’s house anything hateful to God. Let us be adorned a...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"