Last night I was part of a trio singing a verse that included the line "no need to fret, no need to fear" from a rather large stage at the opera house. I did fret, and my tummy still hasn't unknotted itself. Something would have to be different for me to want to do that again as that feeling of sickness is horrible and I'd much rather sing and enjoy it.
There's been some great bits this week, I got very excited by an article by Jane Leach about the pastoral theology of attention, all about noticing voices. This helped compensate for my disappointment on reading the highly anticipated love languages of God book. I was fooled by the promising rainbow splashed cover and subtitle about us reflecting divine love. Whilst the concept of the 5 love languages remains of interest to me, I couldn't bear the hideous theology of sickness, his abhorrent views around sexuality and his inability to use inclusive language, all somewhat surprising in a book about love.
I'm hoping to soon borrow a book about noticing impacts on our body. Right now with my twisted insides, it feels that info could be useful!
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