1 Corinthians Overview

I saw it as the practical ways in we we as individuals and communally are transformed by the gospel, to love and to sacrifice, within our own identity. It’s a messy process.

There is a strong theme of resurrection. The ultimate confirmation of God’s power pushes me to be sacrificial of my privilege and my time. Church is serious. Eternities are at stake.

Paul was resurrected as a decent human. From that point in his risk-taking increased and his earthly status became less important than spreading God’s love. Physical death became lower priority than his mission.

The Corinthians were stuck in a bunch of far less glorious selfish patterns. Very familiar to any church going Christian. Paul was in such a different place, yet he’s empathetic. I was struck in lockdown the whole time, church reduced to a weekly zoom meeting. So some of Paul’s descriptions of the failure of the church to be remotely Christ-like made me positively nostalgic!

You can be loving, you can be resurrected to a new life mission, and the promise is that you will be still you, loved by God, and shining that love into the world. As individuals and as churches. It’s a very optimistic book!

But it is an optimism built out of practice not theory. It’s intensely practical, with all the daggyness on display in documentary real time. It’s one letter, just a snapshot, from a long relationship between Paul and these exuberant, terrible, saved, contentious, very typical people. Coping with each other, guided by love.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


Our weakness, God’s strength

1 the line between personality and vice and the hope that God can love and use a procrastinating train-wreck whimsical dreamer like me.

2 Having the mind of Christ. Whether and if God’s spirit can work with our arrogance to produce godly versions of our personality.

3 I’m in lockdown, Paul’s absent. But he doesn’t let it stop him feeling part of God’s temple, the church, and nor will I

4 Paul flip flops from Saint to sinner, victim to enforcer as he doesn’t hide his own weakness, or his intent to tackle his readers’ weakness.

FAQs (spoiler: love is the answer)

5 The awkward issue of church discipline and the point at which sinful lifestyles of saved people become lines in the sand regarding their membership of the community.

6 Paul’s frustrations with their internal legal disputes and selfish lifestyles when their church could be such a shining light into the world

7 the power of God’s grace to make marriages beautiful, singleness beautiful, to find opportunities for beauty in all sorts of messy and tragic situations.

8 I contemplate the loving work of not eating perfectly good food offered to idols if it’s an issue for others. From lockdown that seems particularly unlikely.

9 Paul applies the principle of being culturally sensitive for the sake of the gospel to himself. Ironic really, because he clearly didn’t fulfill the Corinthian church’s idea of what a proper preacher looked like, and makes no apology for it!

10 love should undermine freedom, not the other way around. It’s called sacrifice.

11 Paul’s passionate argument for women covering their heads in church, which we no longer require in the West. But I see the value of “branding” church as serious, different, holy.

12 we have different gifts, but we are all part of one body of Christ… I look at how this actually works in two tricky cases.

13 Love is the simplest, easiest and most direct way for our actions to be beautiful to eternity, to stand when everything else is gone.

Putting it all together as a church

14 Paul’s practical advice for taming an unruly and vibrant church. From lockdown, it makes me nostalgic!

15 the role resurrection has to play in our faith. About the relational nature of truth, and how a strong theology of resurrection can allow us to surrender our privilege to God.

16 hope for the broken. Even in the practical end of the book, organising for a collection and taking about church discipline, the gospel here is a resurrection gospel, transforming.

1 Corinthians 16

The housekeeping bit of the letter. Paul returns to love twice. And he does it with reference to church discipline… If someone does not love Christ let them be “cursed”. Which I found jarring but the commentary filled in that is not like wishing boils on them, the word describes the last stage of discipline in Jewish synagogues. They will have to get tough on those who are completely insincere.

Paul organises a collection for the Jerusalem church which is doing it tough. This is a middle class church, this messy terrible crew, Paul has shone a light on all their faults, but from the outside I guess they look like your average comfortable local church.

A theme of the book is rising above selfishness via love and a resurrection focus. Bible project called it ‘seeing everything through the lens of the gospel”.

I’m struck in both Romans and this letter how Paul can’t tell the gospel just as Jesus’ sacrifice for sin, but as a resurrection story too, always. Which as I said yesterday, I suppose gripped him because of his own dramatic rebirth as a decent human being.

It’s a work day. I’m enjoying having fewer shifts, as few as two a week, but it’s a harder discipline when I must go there. The boy’s habits are so fixed, the days are long and repetitive. He killed more birds yesterday. It’s going to be a long spring.

The head psychiatrist at psychcentral is quite a nihilist, he’s attracted to observations that confirm his bleak view of humanity, and I need comfort after training with him, brilliant as he is.

He told us to remember that the boy is dead inside, and our only priority is to be safe ourselves, even if birds have to die to achieve that.

I need more hope than that. The boy is an image of God. I am called to love him. I don’t want to be unrealistic about him, but I need more than that.

I can do broken… Thanks Andrew! that has in it a hope that is not dependent on change. A worthiness of love.

The love chapter really is a beautiful centre to this book, and to Christianity.

Now we see though a glass darkly, but in the end we will know, just as we are known. Of what remains for us, faith hope and love, the greatest is love.

I pray for wisdom, and love today. At work and home.

1 Corinthians 15

Paul reminds the Corinthians of the gospel. But as with the rest of the book, it’s not a generic theology lesson, it’s in response to their specific quirks.

They have believers who deny the resurrection from the dead. Paul makes a strong case that the whole faith falls apart if there is no resurrection from the dead. It’s based on Jesus’ resurrection after all. Take it out and we are “most to be pitied”.

Yet I can see how they got there. I have no problems at all believing it. But it doesn’t motivate me that much. And that probably makes me a worse Christian.

I’ve commented before on the term “narrative theology”, which I encountered earlier this year. The phrase summed up something I’ve noticed about the bible: it’s all relationships.

The Muslim faith believes that before the creation of the world, God existed alone. Though we share monotheism with them, we believe God was always in relationship: father, son and spirit. Weird three-in-one monotheism, because love requires relationship.

I appreciate how John calls Jesus the “word”, a good analogy for something that is fully you yet has an existence and an action outside of yourself. When the creator said “let there be light” he wasn’t just talking to himself.

I warmed to how the old testament is full of stories, interactions between God and human. And I expected the new testament to be full of theology, and I wasn’t looking forward especially to Paul.

But we get letters, written into relationships. Full of specific advice, cajoling, arguments, spin and hyperbole. Reminiscences and affection.

It struck me again today because chapter 15 here starts off with Paul saying “here’s the gospel bit” and you think, ok, the theology now. But it’s still all geared to address their issue with resurrection. It’s always personal, never abstract theology in a vacuum, as God is never alone in a vacuum.

To reinforce his point Paul even delivers some terrible muddles that have baffled and misdirected theologians down the years, about baptising on behalf of the dead and Jesus being subordinate to God.

It’s somehow very Western, very Greek, to believe statements of absolute truth can exist outside relationships. Don’t get me started on modernist architecture!

I think this is why Christianity CAN almost function without resurrection. It’s very exciting discovering how your everyday interactions can touch the eternal. And learning how the eternal can also reprioritise your values, deeply satisfies your quest for meaning and purpose in life. Living for others is actually a great way to live. Christians are happier, it’s empirical.

And that process is pretty much the narrative of the bible. Learning that spiritual things are more important than physical. The Jewish people only had a vague idea of heaven.

But not fearing death comforts you more and drives you further. Paul needed it I think.

He talks about the burden of his history here, of being one who persecuted the church. He compensated for the suffering and deaths he was a part of by not caring about his own suffering and death. He gave it to God in how hard and recklessly he drove himself for the gospel. At the extremes, the resurrection is all you have. Like Jonah’s prayer in the fish where he let everything go.

My lightness about it perhaps reflects my privilege, and opens me up to think about what more work I could be doing. A somewhat annoying person I know at the moment describes her job as “activist”. That’s challenging, (but I still think I don’t what to be an activist).

Hmm. I’ll pray for Afghanistan, and maybe get around to writing that form letter to politicians about refugee rules.

1 Corinthians 14

The Corinthian church has way too much personality. Their services must have been quite an experience. In this chapter we get a picture of many people speaking in tongues simultaneously, and also multiple people yelling out prophesies.

No one is checking whether the prophesies are just mad ravings, or interpreting the tongues. It’s like a wild chaotic energy.

From earlier chapters we already know they are having holy communion that involves families bringing whole packed dinners and eating them in front of poorer members without enough to eat.

They are suing each other, and hooking up. Either too angry or too amorous. People are also chatting and catching up, arguing about points of theology, about the right food to eat and being very dismissive of those who don’t follow their own preferred church leader.

So here, after the chapter telling them that ALL the gifts are important …and please, teaching more than tongues! And the chapter telling them that the way most important thing is Christian love for each other… patience, kindness, self deprecation …we get this chapter telling them to have a bit of order in their services.

It’s so different to our church! I suppose we have all these things on occasion, but not in the actual service. We all stay silent while the sermon is peached and the bible is read. One person leads prayer, and we are silent for that too. There is no time at all for tongues, prophesies by members of the church. We have one lone guy with a Pentecostal background who calls out “praise God” or similar every now and then. Other than that, there are very set times for greetings or general chit chat. But mostly, silence. Men and women.

This chapter has the controversial gendered bit saying that women have to be silent and ask their husbands later if there is anything they don’t understand, because they have a submissive role.

I remember years ago going to the big Sydney synagogue to see what it was like, and the chatting and catching up went on all through the service. The men separate from the women, who were all up in a gallery. The service was like a distant and largely irrelevant ritual happening off in the background.

I recall a vivid depiction of Muslim worship, Aussie style, in the film Ali’s Wedding where the women were actually separated out in another room, with a gossipy dynamic running in parallel.

I’m kind of wondering if there wasn’t something like these set ups in the Corinthian church. It was an adapted synagogue service, is possible Paul’s gendered comments might have related to a situation where the women were already separated, and being too noisy.

Certainly as every commentator points out, there are many contrary indications to an absolute ban on the female voice in his writings. He got Phoebe to read out the letter to Romans for heaven’s sake! And also in Romans he greets Junia/Joanna as a fellow apostle, the highest and most valuable of witnesses to Christ. She was likely among those who told the disciples the tomb was empty on Easter morning, according to Luke. If so, was that the last time she shared that particular story?

And I thought, if you take these gendered instruction too far, it really sucks for the women he referred to a couple of chapters ago. The ones he told was ok to stay single if they want to devote themselves to the gospel. But they remain completely silent? And if they have questions, they can only ask their husbands? Except they have no husbands? So they have no avenue for learning the finer points of the gospel they devoted their lives to?

I actually wish our church was a bit more like the Corinthian one. I would like a bit more disorder! Especially in this time of zoom church. I don’t get any group dynamic, no unruly at all in my life!

Had a helpful training meeting at work the other day. They’ve decided the kid we mind really is too dangerous to have in public as much, so he’s going to spend more time at the farm, where his dad is caretaker, not his mum’s house which is a much more suburban environment.

I will appreciate that, as it’s very stressful taking him out on his public scooter rides. He’s lit fires, killed birds, thrown rocks and sticks at cars threatened us with broken glass bottles. All among unsuspecting members of the public. The farm is 250 acres, a big bubble for him to be crazy in.

He’s just settling into a new psychiatrist, he has no treatment or drugs to modify him. He’s demonstrated that he has no impulse control.

Rennie has been making music, which warms my soul. He stiches together samples and adds beats mostly, he’s got a flair for it. And a good day yesterday where he got into his major work for art, so he’ll have something to hand in. He was happy. He sometimes gets himself into a pickle of fear where he makes deadlines worse by procrastinating.

I’ve booked the the car in for a check of the heating system.

Second COVID shot today. Praying for regional Australia, and society in general!

The passage today really just makes me miss church, for all is flaws!

1 Corinthians 13

Love will guide you right.

In the context of talking about various spiritual gifts, this chapter says love is the secret sauce that will make it work. Love is how all the church will be awesome.

You have the gift of knowledge? It’s not enough to just then work at knowledge full time. You will go astray. Guide your gift with love.

I read again the wonderfully moving and well known bit about knowledge passing away and tongues being stilled, because we know in part, seeing God in a murky reflection, or through a dark glass.

But I thought at first, beautiful as it is, does it actually make sense? Why does having full knowledge, and perfect praise, when we know God clearly, mean those things have passed away? Far from passed away, aren’t they at 100%? Or is it the striving for knowledge, the striving for holy ecstacy that has passed away?

But if that’s the case, why doesn’t being fully loved also mean that partial striving to love, imperfect love, hasn’t also passed away?

I think it’s because unlike the others, love is a shortcut to God’s mind. Knowledge, or striving for elevated spiritual experiences, unguided by love will go in all sorts of ignorant directions. Like childish notions of monsters under the bed and what not.

Love is the simplest, easiest and most direct way for our actions to be beautiful to eternity, to stand when everything else is gone. Even as we use our gifts.

When he says “love never fails” maybe he means as in like an exam as well as unfailing. You won’t fail to do God’s will if you are guided by love.

Jesus was so knowing when he said “love your neighbour as you love yourself”. To base the standard on your own self regard. I challenge anyone to read the central verses and not have part of your soul leap a bit inside you and think “Nailed it. That’s what I need most of all”.

And of course, simultaneously also coming back at you the whole time… Then that’s surely what you must be.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 12

Chapter about different spiritual gifts and unity. I’m guessing they had an issue with flamboyant gifts of ecstatic utterance, because Paul starts by affirming that if someone is s declaring “Jesus is lord”, that’s gonna be the holy spirit, so don’t judge.

But he concludes by saying desire the “higher” gifts: apostles, prophets and teachers at the top, tongues last.

In between he says the memorable stuff about how the eye can’t say to the hand, “I don’t need you”.

It’s incredibly helpful advice, very useful to focus on daily in church and Christian life. But riddle me this St Paul: Kanye West and the Ezekiel declaration?

Kanye West released his crazy over hyped album Donda (named for his mother) this week. He had splashy listening parties in stadiums, he elevated a cancelled pop star sex offender and a homophobe. Many of the songs refer to Jesus and salvation. Always in the context of being a narcissistic billionaire sex-obsessed, provocateur, rap-genius, and with plenty of cussin’.

But he’s proclaiming Jesus as lord, and always seems somewhat aware of his flaws, in a narcissistic way. On balance, I can accept he must be a weird part of the body of Christ somehow. I actually love a lot of his music, and he speaks more effectively to Rennie about God than I generally do!

The Ezekiel declaration was authored by conservative Baptists. It’s a movement of pastors who are planning to refuse to comply with potential public health orders that only vaccinated people, (or people with a legitimate reason for not being vaccinated against COVID), can attend church. Apparently 1600 pastors have signed up to this petition!

They also declare Jesus is lord, in the main I guess. They are part of the body, but I’m struggling to understand where this is coming from. The potential health implications of defying an order like that would spread way beyond their own churches, and will probably take out many lives of bystanders with whom they have no connection. Collateral damage. Let alone an increase of deaths among those in their flocks who they say they love. How could they sign such a thing?

Can the hand or the eye condemn each other for looking at or touching dangerous, evil or wrong things? I sure will! But we are all part of the one body, and I must somehow acknowledge that though so wickedly misguided on this, these pastors are also gifted for the common good. Aargh.

And in microcosm, I suppose the same struggles will apply on our local level – if we are ever allowed to see each other again.

Still a little down. I think my depression relates to car trouble more than I’m willing to admit. The bleeding thing is overheating again. It’s such a perennial issue with that car, but I don’t have many alternate options.

Here’s some Kanye. Ren sent this to me, said he couldn’t stop listening to it.

Love what the beat does to his rhythm half way through. And he’s so right about what God is! Here’s the live version. Gosh. Sorry, no more Kanye, going now!

1 Corinthians 11

Oh no, a bit I have trouble agreeing with. Sorry, this may go on a bit. It’s Sunday morning too, all the time in the world…

Paul is still in Dolly Doctor mode I guess, answering questions from readers, and this one is about how they’d rather not make women cover their heads in church.

Paul is strongly in favour and throws every reason he can think of at it. I’ll offer counter arguments as I list his.

He makes an argument from nature, men go bald and women tend not to I suppose. It’s a visual differentiator. Long haired men and short haired women is just wrong. A female style head covering complements this natural differentiation.

Counter: Paul didn’t live in the 1960s. Men had long hair and women had crops, and the sky didn’t fall. Plenty of biblical men had long hair. Samson! Growing it was associated with vows of holiness and separation for God. Cutting it, women included, was a sign of mourning. Paul could have grabbed those quotes if he wanted to argue the other way. It’s all relative.

He makes an aesthetic argument, long hair is a woman’s glory. Counter: same as above.

A creation argument: woman was made from man, but God made man directly, so man can show his head directly to God, but woman was created two steps away from God, so needs to cover.

Counter: Paul makes it himself in verse 12 – “For as woman came from man, so also man is born of woman. But everything comes from God.” All our creation stories start in the womb of a woman. She is our first image of God. Jesus, the new Adam, came from a woman without man having a role. Should Jesus have covered his head while praying? There are even two creation stories, in the first one man and woman are created directly “in God’s image”. Take your pick!

He makes a theological argument, just as God is the head of Jesus, so man is the head of the woman. The dreaded male headship.

Counter: John 1:1-3 is one of the clearest explanations of how Jesus and God the father relate. If that relationship is the template of “headship”, let’s substitute man and woman:

“In the beginning was the Woman, and the Woman was with the Man, and the Woman was the Man. Woman was with Man in the beginning. Through Woman all things were made; without Woman nothing was made that has been made…”

That’s fairly silly, ok, but you get the drift that using God and Jesus as models for the “head” relationship doesn’t inevitably lead to a theology of no sermons by women, yeah? Paul talks about being a metaphorical head of a relationship in the context of covering literal heads, so he’s perhaps trying to make some sort of word play. What, if anything, he meant “headship” to include outside of not covering your head is not clear here. And the volumes of conflicting stuff written about it surely supports that conclusion.

Paul makes an angel argument, that failure to cover heads upsets angels.

Counter: the consensus of the commentators is that we can only guess what this is about.

The upshot is that modern churches seem happy to forget the angel bit, the aesthetic bit, even the actual bit about covering your hair, which is the point of the whole passage, and clearly was what Paul himself was passionate about.

But, our church at least, makes an absolute meal of the headship bit, which is only one of multiple reasons Paul throws at the head covering issue.

Rant ended. So what do I think, if anything, is God actually telling me in this chapter?

If we accept that women’s head covering is a serving suggestion only, perhaps it’s about church branding. Not only to outsiders, but for insiders. A visible way of saying that faith is important, it makes a difference.

I grew up with the concept of “Sunday best” We clean up, we put on clothes that aren’t shabby, not play clothes, because we are doing something communal, disciplined and serious. Not playing.

The Salvos have their uniforms for Sunday, and for social good work, which has been very effective branding, and even bypassed the gender issue, but is hopelessly antiquated today. It’s hard to come up with something new.

The Muslim women who run my company mostly wear hijabs. I must admit, though I initially have a cringe reaction at the subservient look the hijab gives the women, as I go on I find it does also mean I relate to them as their personalities more than their gender in a weird way too. But I think it’s better still if men respect women no matter how they choose to dress.

I don’t wear Sunday best any more. But I would still expect women, and men, who were leading a service to think about clothes and what they say. I dress a bit more thoughtfully if I’m playing music.

There’s a cheeky Instagram “preachers and sneakers” that has fun listing the outrageous prices of the casual looking footwear worn by prominent American pastors. Being obsessed with expensive shoe brands is not a good look!

I looked up a survey of Australian attitudes to the church… The question was “does religion make a positive contribution to society?” The response was roughly in thirds: yes, no, and slightly more than a third, 35%, neutral.

To me that 35%, many of whom may have even had some childhood experience of church but found it irrelevant, calls for us to have more impact.

For Paul, writing to this young church, is about being consistent with the ‘branding’ of the larger whole. He talks about how all the churches do the same, so pleading with them not to be contentious about it.

Maybe that’s why the laundry list of reasons, some of which are rather weak. Because he’s trying to convince rather than command.

Christ’s church has to be a solace, a loving place, a place to get your shit together and start living a disciplined and careful life, not selfish, hurtful and self-indulgent. We need to signal that to each other, so we don’t all sink to the lowest common denominator, and to the world.

That idea runs through the other issue in this chapter, unholy holy communions where the poor members of the church starved while they watched the richer members eat lovely suppers they bought for themselves. Again, not a good look!

No answers, but I will think about this.

I saw a forgotten item on my to do list the other day, which was to get some aboriginal visual element into our church, where we have an active aboriginal ministry. You wouldn’t know it to look at it! It’s like being in a village church in England! These things matter!

I’ll ask for help at Message Stick church tonight. That might kick start it.

“Branding” in a positive way. This is serious, this is different, this is holy.

1 Corinthians 10

The sense of oneness, the sense of the spiritual issues at play behind our interactions.

How two of the most wonderful things in the universe, love and freedom, can undermine each other

Pandemic lockdown grinds on. I was a bit down the last few days, weighed by a sense of things I’m not getting onto, threads left loose. Anxious.

I’m trying to broaden out my carer work, limit the shifts I do minding the one crazy boy. Finding work for some other people.

Some light there. My first contact, I zoom-called a lovely 24 year old fellow who is two years into being a quadraplegic. We’re working on launching a youtube channel. That was a highlight, for sure.

I feel Rennie is going through a very formative kind of hell, this pandemic has seriously interfered with the last two years of his school career. Currently doing his HSC. He’s having fun making beats, which I’m enjoying. Our connection over music is a bit awkward, because it is also a way for him to have an identity that is separate from me, which I want him to do.

Kelly has had some relief from weirdly sore legs, but she’s so frustrated and bored. I love her so much!

Daisy seems happier, but we only see glimpses of her and she also seems so distant. Pandemic seems to have sealed Daniel as her life partner, which is great in that he’s a very sweet eccentric and reliable fellow and I like him a lot. But it’s a dramatic change and it accelerated so quick. I kind of want her back, and she’s not in our bubble, so the lockdown restrictions are very poignant.

I hurt for Lewes. I’ve wanted to organise an NDIS plan for him for a long time, but I can’t get the process straight in my mind. Do I get a doctor to get a plan, or do I get a plan to get a doctor? I can’t find anyone to give me help and it’s become a thing I put off. Meanwhile he meanders on. He’s lovely, I enjoy my relationship with him very much, but I feel I should give him more hope. 29, deeply dependant on me, I feel that if that I can’t do more for him, who will?

This should be a great time to work on family, but having them all there every day just makes me feel more incapable of connecting in various ways. It throws up the hard bits more insistently without making them any less hard.

So Corinthians? Paul’s returned to unpack the issue of eating food offered to idols in a more profound way. Love should undermine freedom, not the other way around. It’s called sacrifice, it’s what Jesus did.

Paul connects the church to the ancient Israelites. I was startled when he said Christ was there in the desert with Israel as they wandered. Christ was the rock Moses struck and water poured forth. Our oneness with them through time means we still need to listen to their lesson on idolatry, a deft return to his theme.

So a few thousand years in the other direction, am I feeling any oneness with this letter, after all my distractions?

Love is a work. I often wonder what work I will do, but I am a spiritual being, concrete things around me can have spiritual consequences and love is my work. I disconnect into a fantasy world so easily!

1 Coronthians 9

Paul is justifying himself in this chapter, but he’s actually a weirdo, and in the end he will stay that way. That’s how I read it, and I relate, a bit. Challenged a bit too.

He’s still responding to questions here, I think, and the scenario goes back to the first chapter where he talks about how some follow him, Paul, and some follow Apollos.

I’d say the followers of Apollos are very deeply dismissive of Paul. The don’t get him at all. It’s probably because of Greek culture, it’s strong, it’s famous. Maybe Apollos presented more like Socrates or Aristotle.

In Paul they get a Roman (eww) Jew (double eww) who just doesn’t present like a professional guru.

The Jewish leaders, while foreign to the Greeks, at least probably oozed gravitas. But here’s Paul going off to work as a tent maker by day, then claiming to have seen Jesus, having the same status as Peter and the disciples, even though he never met the man prior to crucifixion, or even prior to the ascension.

They really seem to have had an issue with him having a job. It signalled amateur status. It’s not hard to understand. How much credibility would Anthony Robbins have as a life coach if he kept a day job in a mobile phone shop or something?

Paul probably looked like a worker. He was probably dirty and sweaty at times. No style, no prestige. All the wrong signals.

To his detractors he is an eccentric, a dude. A semi professional full of flakey, uppity claims about special access to Jesus based on an unsubstantiated vision.

So he argues, I really truly am an apostle, especially to you, because I founded this here church, right?

I could definitely ask you to support me, but I chose not to.

And so not a flakey dude! I’m actually very disciplined, like an athlete punishing his body to win gold at the Olympics. Except my medal is to have been a faithful servant of Christ and the gospel.

Ironically this passage has the famous “to the Jews, I became a Jew, to the weak I became weak, to the lawless I became lawless” section. Ironic, because to the Greeks he seems to have become an oddball.

Indeed, that chameleon, culturally fluid quality would, I guess, have been extremely rare in the ancient world and very unsettling. Part of the problem maybe. He would be very hard to read.

Ironically again, I think he would have been quite a force of nature and despite his claims to fit in anywhere, he probably stood out everywhere as unmistakably and uniquely himself.

Just speculating.

Certainly for all his “I’ll be a vegetarian if it helps” attitude, his antics seem to have got some of the Greeks way offside.

I think can relate. I feel sometimes like my attempts to become more normal to people actually make me look weirder to them.

The freedom of the gospel means that Paul has a very clear understanding of how little the world’s conventions mean. But faking being conventional is a tricky game. If deeply conventional people sniff it out, you can be much more untrustworthy to them than if you had just been out there and proud to start with.

But the easy thing, the clear yet challenging thing for me is Paul’s gospel focus. Don’t have an introspective mini identity crisis about everything, modern Paul, ie: me. Just do what you gotta do for Christ.

I really feel it all building to the burst of lovey-love in chapter 13. Love is all you need!

1 Corinthians 8

The chapter where Paul answers a question where he’s asked to confirm that Christians can eat food sacrificed to idols.

His answer is about Christianity being love in action. Paul is replying that Christians need to be alert to the loving and spiritual implications of everything they do.

What you eat and where your food comes from has no no particular spiritual significance to God. In a vacuum. But it can have an impact on other Christians, which makes it love business.

Paul contrasts this to knowledge, which puffs up a person… presumably the person who asked the question… But can be a net negative if it expresses itself arrogantly or insensitively, and brings other people down.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this because I’m missing action in my faith.

This interminable lockdown means I can’t see anyone face to face except family and work people. The whole church dimension is missing. The home group, the Friday kids, the people at Sunday church, the wardens, the parish council.

My own mind and my reality are ever present. And tempting. I did an online quiz about autism spectrum the other day. Admittedly it relied on dodgy self reporting, but it did say I was a bit more on the spectrum than most of the community.

Maybe that’s what my mum meant when she called me a dreamer.

At the moment, I’ve been enjoying compiling half an hour of photos and videos to be backgrounds to my album songs, with the idea that it could be used when I launch my album. I love learning the video software, and being lost in memories of my life, and creative endeavour.

I love it so much that I’m sort of finding everything else an interruption. It’s on the verge of becoming a problem.

The irony is that it’ll probably never see the light of day. I tend not to finish these plans because finishing brings me to the reality that I’m largely creating for myself, for a fantasy audience, and I’m kind of embarrassed for actual people I know to see what I have done. If I do go ahead with my album launch, it will just give closure to it, it won’t mean much.

Christianity lives in action, interaction. This chapter makes me feel I’m losing the discipline of forcing myself to care about others.

Paul lightly says at the end that if he felt vegetarianism would preserve the conscience of a fellow believer, he’d never eat meat again.

That’s challenging. I am not that person. It feels like “annoy-ocracy”. Rule by the most annoying people. There’s all this perfectly good food that’s been offered to idols going begging, but we aren’t eating it because Joe is worried about it being temple food. That’s just annoying, isn’t it?

But from where lockdown is leading me, I’m a long way from bending to annoying. I can step up to that. Loving some annoying people, or even slightly different people, means being challenged to step outside your bubble, your own fantasy safe place where you can just be lost in your own thoughts.

Prayer is a great discipline for directing your thoughts to others, even in their absence.