Tuesday, 29 December 2009

It is COLD!

Seriously, it's freezing! Yet my mum still refuses to turn on the central heating... I am SO badly done to... Haha.

Well, this post is merely by way of introduction back into the blogging sphere... I really need to get into some form of habit when it comes to blogging. My life has slightly more structure to it now than it has had on previous occassions, so hopefully i may be able to get a routine going... However, i wouldn't recommend holding your breath... Never mind causing brain damage, you would probably die.

Sooo... I now live in Northern Ireland during term time *mini whoop* as i'm studying at the Whitefield College of the Bible, which most of my Readers will probably already know. Three months in, i'm loving it! The LORD has blessed tremendously, and despite finding the amount of work i need to do quite stressful (fitting it all in and clinging to some form of social life), it is BRILLIANT. The lectures are all focussed on the Scriptures, and i have learnt more than i could have imagined even in this short space of time. I sit listening to the lecturers, and it's as if they are turning tiny lights on inside my head... Like a series of mini epiphanies, and i am truly praising and thanking the LORD for leading me to a place that honours the truth of the Bible, and teaches all to the glory and honour of God. The LORD has helped, and it is through His strength that i go on. He is the shade upon my right hand!

I am currently home for the Christmas/New Year holidays, and have been working some shifts at the nursing home to help my finances along. I really do detest working nights, but praise the LORD for the provision of a job to come home to. I may have formulated a Biblical argument against working nights (it has the potential to be utterly weak and flimsy with more against it than for it, but it was worth a shot), see a later post for that one.

I intend to blog about thoughts (the few that i have) and things on here, but i didn't want to just jump in at the deep end after not blogging for months. So this is your blogging equivalent of "small talk".

How is the weather with you? What are you up to these days? Found any interesting blogs recently? (Other than mine, obviously ;-P)
Let me know how you are!


Eppie said...

YEY! (That's for your return to blogging - a lead I may have to follow.) I'm good, it's cold here too, and where do I start with good blogs?

One to have a look at anyway is www.challies.com - normally sound and usually useful!

Paul Robinson said...

I'd recommend my blog, but I've learned from bitter experience that I usually get into trouble with Free Presbyterians on the internet! :-)

Happy New Year Etc.


P.S. Here's an explanation from philosopher Bill Vallicella of why he blogs. Thought you might like it.

Why maintain a journal? When I was 16 years old, my thought was that I didn’t want time to pass with nothing to show for it. That is still my thought. The unrecorded life is not worth living. For we have it on good authority that the unexamined life is not worth living, and how examined could an undocumented life be?

The maintenance of a journal aids mightily in the project of self-individuation. Like that prodigious journal-writer Soren Kierkegaard, I believe we are here to become actually the individuals we are potentially. Our individuation is nicht gegeben sondern aufgegeben to borrow a famous phrase from the neo-Kantians: it is not given, but a task to be accomplished. The world is a vale of soul-making; we are not here to improve it, but to be improved by it.

Henry David Thoreau, another of the world’s great journal-writers, said in Walden that “Most men live lives of quiet desperation.” I would only add that without a journal, one’s life is one of quiet dissipation. One’s life dribbles away, day by day, unreflected on, unexamined, unrecorded, and thus fundamentally unlived. I have always had a horror of an unfocused existence. In my early twenties, I spoke of the “supreme desideratum of a focused existence.” What bothered me about the people around me, fellow students in particular, was the mere aestheticism of their existence: their aimless drifting hither and yon, their lack of commitment, their unseriousness, their refusal to engage the arduous task of self-definition and self-individuation, their willingness to be guided and mis-guided by social suggestions. In one’s journal one collects and re-collects oneself; one conducts jihad against the lower self and the forces of dispersion.