Despatches from the front line of the Church
Sometime in the first few decades AD, Jesus recruited his first disciples on the banks of a lake. They were pretty ordinary, pretty neurotic, and pretty ill-equipped – being as they were a loose rabble of fishermen, tax-collectors and terrorists.
Two millennia on, and we’re still pretty ordinary, pretty neurotic and pretty ill-equipped. Only now, instead of a movement that started around cooking fires on the banks of an Israeli lake with the aroma of barbecued fish and cardamon in the air, we’re a faith a third the size of the world population, have wrestling-matches between different doctrinal interpretations and amass entire libraries of theological textbooks.
Every once in a while, it’s good to drop the religiousness, smile at it, and remember that it started with a small group of friends who sat down in the evenings to listen to a man who would change how we think about God, forever.