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Remember that party game … nominate figures from history you would talk with … ?
I have yet to hear anyone say “Jesus”.
Three more doors

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And Mary said,
‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, for he has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants for ever.’
And Mary remained with her for about three months and then returned to her home. Luke 1:46-56

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Ahh, the annual pilgrimage with me in the womb!  Although not with me.  But with those who speak for me.  All recorded and venerated.  Pored over and learned by heart.  Words now attributed to me and elevated to something you call holiness.  What is holiness, Paul?

Morning GSHJ – when I wrote that last night I didn’t expect you to rock up you this morning.  Me in my dressing gown and all.

Well everyone is so busy running around making everything so perfect for my so  wonderfully perfect human-mucus-gunk-pain-grunting-screaming-filled entrance … I have loads of time on my Holy Hands right now.  So ask away, young Paul … I am your nominated figure from history!

Did it happen?

Three words – just like three doors.  🙂  

I know you mean “is the bible true” … “am I the Son of God made human” … “why is there so little written about my early life” … “how can Mary get pregnant” … “why did Joseph agree to be my human dad” … “did this … did that .. did the other … ” and the final door to open… “am I real?”

That kind of thing … yes.

Tom and Xander … do they ask those three words?  Is their skipping because they have absolute proof and evidence?  Is their unconditional love for you simply an equation of hormones, chemicals and electrical impulses … is yours for them?

Why do answer a question with a question – the “handwaving” of “God botherers” I have heard it called.  Not answering a question with a real “yes or no” answer.

Because yes or no closes you down.   Absolutes are never “absolute”.  Or why “conspiracy theorists”? 

Those who say man never landed on the moon, that the earth really is flat, that I created the whole shebang in seven units of your designated 24 hours, that the earth is not as old as “scientists” say, that global warming is not the result of all this taking and taking and spewing back the crap, that endless reproduction and a “one species” planet is the way things must be … all of that isn’t “handwaving” to so many – that is absolute fact.  Yet not absolute fact. 

Because to so many others it is just “belief” and “conjecture” (and the reciprocal “handwaving” of those who cannot see “facts” in front of their eyes).  

You didn’t need me to do all the Tower of Babel stuff.  I am not even sure I even remember doing it myself.  You are all perfectly capable of arguing for eternity … and by yourself … and in a locked room … (or why else these ”mid-life crises”?).  

And …

I hear all your “is this … that .. is that … is this …” 

But is that really all you wanted to talk to me about?  Am I just a chance to tick your boxes and prove everyone else wrong?  Do you not yet understand that “belief” is not a “religious thing”.  Belief is how you each make sense of your own universe.  The one you create and inhabit and evolve.  The one you draw others into or push away.  The one you build bridges to-from.  The one you protect in order to be “safe” …

We can chat like this for as long as you want because the “Christmas Story” isn’t about me.  It’s about your creation of me. 

Just like Santa.  Just like the Devil.  Just like all your “beliefs” that have everything to do with me and nothing to do with me.  And ..

(before you ask another yes/no question)

None of that is “wrong” (or right).  What you do with all that “stuff” is what makes your creation “your creation”. 

All of which, I am sure, makes me The Master Handwaver!  Now shall we open your next door and see what’s inside … ?

Ahhhh …  I see you already have!  🙂

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