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Luke 7 - Jesus Raises a Widow's Son

11Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. 12As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. 13When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."

14Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" 15The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.

16They were all filled with awe and praised God. "A great prophet has appeared among us," they said. "God has come to help his people." 17This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea[a] and the surrounding country.

I noticed that all the way through Jesus is referred to by his name except in verse 13 where the title 'Lord' is used. It struck me as slightly weird and it was only when I looked up the meaning of Lord in Genesis 2 and its Yahweh, which according to wikipedia is "English reading of יהוה (the Tetragrammaton), the name of the God of the Jews or the people of Israel, as preserved in the original consonantal Hebrew Bible text."

I believe in this story God saw her and his heart went out to her. Notice it says Lord and then it says Jesus, I think this is a point in scripture where its clearly saying that God and Jesus are one and the same.

Again, I'm sure this is quite obvious to some, I'm just not one of them. ;)

Luke 7 - The Faith of the Centurion

1When Jesus had finished saying all this in the hearing of the people, he entered Capernaum. 2There a centurion's servant, whom his master valued highly, was sick and about to die. 3The centurion heard of Jesus and sent some elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and heal his servant. 4When they came to Jesus, they pleaded earnestly with him, "This man deserves to have you do this, 5because he loves our nation and has built our synagogue." 6So Jesus went with them.
He was not far from the house when the centurion sent friends to say to him: "Lord, don't trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. 7That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. 8For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, 'Go,' and he goes; and that one, 'Come,' and he comes. I say to my servant, 'Do this,' and he does it."

9When Jesus heard this, he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following him, he said, "I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel." 10Then the men who had been sent returned to the house and found the servant well.

So I read this last night and I just had to point out something that I noticed, although I imagine it was blindingly obvious. The bit where the centurion says: "For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, 'Go,' and he goes; and that one, 'Come,' and he comes. I say to my servant, 'Do this,' and he does it."
It just hit me that the centurion didn't order Jesus, he could have done, he was part of the occupying force after all. But he didn't, he acknowledged Jesus had authority over him. He submitted to his orders.

Curse you! *shakes fist*

So much as Linux is very good, (I'm hugely impressed with Ubuntu), I'm yet to get wireless internet working on it so here I am on Emma's laptop (boo!)

I was bored this evening, I have increasingly realised that I just do nothing with my evenings. A lot of my friends live on the other side of norwich and so I never get to see them and so I just end up at home online, playing my guitar or watching TV. Its a pretty dull existence really. The social highlights of my week are band practice on Tuesdays and church on sundays (woo!).

So yeah, faced with spending the evening in my room as my housemate was having her small group over I decided to go for a bike ride. It ended up being really good actually, I haven't cycled for ages and I forgot how much I miss the air in my hair, the smell of leaves, the speed and buzz of going over jumps. All good stuff really, so 7 miles later, I stopped off at my mum's, got a drink, used the phone and froze my arse off on the way home. Something I noticed on the way home, it appears I will slighty scared of the dark. I blame my brother, every night when I was younger he used to stand at the top of the stairs and jump out on me. I know he was there I just didn't know which side he was on. Alas, I've been scared for life. Git.

One step beyond...and stuff

So I'm going for it, no turning back, 20 minutes from now and I will be on my journey to the otherside. Its kinda scary, it could all go horribly wrong, I might end up regretting it all, but then again, (I like commas), it might just turn out for the better.
Yes, goodbye windows, I'm going to Linux.
Its funny, I thought about writting this post about half an hour ago and it read alot better in my head.

So anyway, about my room. Ben has seen it, Emma has too, and they both agree its a bit of a state. Actually, they wouldn't say that at all, because 'a bit of a state' isn't really cutting it to be honest. Its a mess, a bomb site, a pit, a dump and hole of a sleeping area. The weird thing is, somewhere at the back of my mind I have always thought the state of my room summed up the state of where my head was at.

Now, I'm not really sure if entertaining that sort of thought is really a good idea. I mean, if you saw it (you will, don't worry), and you were told before the grand unveiling "The state of my room is a direct reflection of how I'm feeling", I think you would be kinda worried. Its strange, saying that kinda does sit well with me, but the extent of the mess that it is at the moment I don't think would be completely accurate.

Anyhoo, much as I planned on finishing this, Annie has just so I'm on the phone to her now. Will write more in a bit...on LINUX!
(exciting)

The thing about blogging

for me, is I'm not so sure I write it for a response. I mostly write for myself. Yes there are some times where I am asking questions looking for answers, but most of the time I'm just spilling my thoughts down because I want to see seem. It helps me think.
In fact, some of the posts on here are written directly to me is evidence of this.

The fact you read this is just a side issue, just because I write stuff doesn't mean I want you (or need you) to come up to me and talk about it.

I realise I have probably contradicted myself quite, but hey, I'm not really bothered.

I haven't written much on here is ages and I'm beginning to notice it, my head seems full of stuff that I need to write down and deal with.