Pictures

The House.










Sunset at Local Park.

So we're finally in

At last, having started the process before Christmas, we have finally moved into our own home. We also have a little addition to the Matthews family, her name is Luna.

She has crapped under the bed once, and in the corner of the living room three times; we have only had her for a week!

Moving into your own house is expensive, aside from the ridiculous amount of debt there are a billion different types of insurance, solicitors fees, mortgage fees etc. etc. We are now officially on the property ladder but broke.

Anyway, a house warming is on the cards for the summer and there is always room if anyone wants to visit Swansea earlier.

The Language of Relationship

Towards the end of last year, I posted on the subject of my spiritual journey and how I have come to believe that both the destination and process by which we travel are equally formative on our lives.

This discovery, of course, was only possible because I had previously rejected the idea of an intimate involvement with God on a daily basis, and had tended to focus solely on God as my destination. The main reason for this shift was my growing anxiety surrounding the language of personal relationship.

Professor John Suk has recently written a great article about the problems with having our own personal Jesus. While I agree with most of the commentators that it is probably not a case of either/or, Professor Suk has put into words everything that makes me cringe about the relationship metaphor. The first two comments by Mark Goodyear have also helped me identify what troubles me most in this area.

Thanks to Maggi for the link.