Hello to any and all who may be reading this,
Firstly please excuse me for my terrible misuse English grammar and punctuation, particularly the much maligned ellipses, which will litter most of my posts as if my text had an unusually bad case of dandruff.
My name is Aleks, and I'm a wibbly, wombly seeker of the special. When people ask me if I'm a Christian I say yes, without pause and then I almost instantly regret this statement... because it makes me sound certain. It makes me sound sure of something of which I am a little unsure and the label is so weighted with presumption on the part of the hearer (and also myself).
If you know me well, or at all you will know I can talk... incessantly, for hours... or type... or ramble and there doesn't even have to be anyone listening.... (which is probably a terrible thing for someone in my profession to admit) I don't even love the sound of my own voice. I also gesticulate wildly a dear friend informed me I reminded her of her daughter, of whom it was suggested she would be unable to speak if her hands were tied behind her back!
However if you ask me about my faith my I am a startled snail whose antenna withdraw inside and whose entire body shrinks back into a protective shell. Alarms go off that ring with the chime of "They'll think I'm like them! They'll think I'm like them!" and "When they find out I'm not they'll worry about me!" and "Then they'll try and SAVE ME!". I just want to exist, yes I'll bounce around at Christian music, and clap my hands etc. But if you want to see me as a Christian please look first to how I try and live my life. I am not perfect, I am not special, I am most certainly no shining example of how to "Be a Christian", but no-one ever said I had to be.
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