With all their defences up, with the strongest barricade of all the Greek city states, the Trojans still had their weaknesses. They were manipulated by Agamemnon's army, which invaded full force with their skilled archers, who aimed their bows and began shooting arrows upon arrows at the city of Troy.
It feels like a miniscule, invisible version of Agamemnons army invaded my throat. Unbeknownst to me, my defences were shot and they snuck in. I can feel the shooting arrows, only pricking and causing no long term damage, but miserable and frustrating in the moment. And my only defence is to preserve my energy... Not so simple when you can't get a full nights sleep becasue they just won't let up.
I had to call in back up. The defence forces of Antibiotica have arrived! Let's hope they gain momentum soon, I can't afford to spend the rest of the week watching reruns of old American sitcoms, and essays don't write themselves... Evil Agamemnon, go away!!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Me, the Church, and I.
I am now officially convinced that I have a future with the church...
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not planning to join a convent or anything equally idiotic, anytime soon. Not that they’re in the habit of accepting unrelenting atheists into their halls of sobriety and sworn abstinence. But I believe that the universe has been giving me signals that I simply can’t ignore. And they’re becoming more frequent...
It all started in 8th grade when I was first introduced to the Bible by a woman whose job it was to save me. Then a few years ago, I was approached by a Melkite priest to speak at some ‘religious tolerance’ type seminar, you know, giving the Christian Arab women a voice. Last month, this same priest accidentally called me, and asked me to participate in another such seminar; a request I politely ignored. And yesterday, out of the blue, I was asked to be the translator in a (Greek Orthodox?) Church Divorce proceeding. I actually agreed to that out of sheer curiosity, but it was postponed, I kinda hope they call back.
None of this would be a big deal, if I were an average church go-er, but I haven’t been inside a church for anything other than a wedding or a funeral, or tourism, since high school... I think! Even then it was Palm Sunday, and I went to see ‘the people.’ That could be a form of tourism, or more elaborately, an educational social study type observation, of the mating rituals of Arab Christian heterosexuals. The really ironic thing is, they don’t even get to me through my parents, who I can only assume have no recent church going memories either. They just find me... Most recently through our office accountant!
It began to occur to me that maybe I shouldn’t ignore all the signs, as in maybe, the fates were bringing them to me. Maybe I should consider that the Jordanian Christian Churches might be a powerful ally in this country. Or maybe I’m the chosen one, meant to wear a giant cross and go preaching through all the hixville states about how the infidels have taken our land, and our Lord the Saviour, will prevail, and our land, the Holy land will be returned... A stretch? Then again, maybe my disdain for the church has triggered the forces of ‘the laws of attraction,’ a new theory to further ponder. Or maybe, I should get a life and a job, and quit letting my imagination influence my sanity.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not planning to join a convent or anything equally idiotic, anytime soon. Not that they’re in the habit of accepting unrelenting atheists into their halls of sobriety and sworn abstinence. But I believe that the universe has been giving me signals that I simply can’t ignore. And they’re becoming more frequent...
It all started in 8th grade when I was first introduced to the Bible by a woman whose job it was to save me. Then a few years ago, I was approached by a Melkite priest to speak at some ‘religious tolerance’ type seminar, you know, giving the Christian Arab women a voice. Last month, this same priest accidentally called me, and asked me to participate in another such seminar; a request I politely ignored. And yesterday, out of the blue, I was asked to be the translator in a (Greek Orthodox?) Church Divorce proceeding. I actually agreed to that out of sheer curiosity, but it was postponed, I kinda hope they call back.
None of this would be a big deal, if I were an average church go-er, but I haven’t been inside a church for anything other than a wedding or a funeral, or tourism, since high school... I think! Even then it was Palm Sunday, and I went to see ‘the people.’ That could be a form of tourism, or more elaborately, an educational social study type observation, of the mating rituals of Arab Christian heterosexuals. The really ironic thing is, they don’t even get to me through my parents, who I can only assume have no recent church going memories either. They just find me... Most recently through our office accountant!
It began to occur to me that maybe I shouldn’t ignore all the signs, as in maybe, the fates were bringing them to me. Maybe I should consider that the Jordanian Christian Churches might be a powerful ally in this country. Or maybe I’m the chosen one, meant to wear a giant cross and go preaching through all the hixville states about how the infidels have taken our land, and our Lord the Saviour, will prevail, and our land, the Holy land will be returned... A stretch? Then again, maybe my disdain for the church has triggered the forces of ‘the laws of attraction,’ a new theory to further ponder. Or maybe, I should get a life and a job, and quit letting my imagination influence my sanity.
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