This morning as I listened to PAYG the reading was from Matthew 15:

Then Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus from Jerusalem and said, "Why do your disciples break the tradition of the elders? For they do not wash their hands before they eat."
He answered them, "And why do you break the commandment of God for the sake of your tradition?
For God said, 'Honor your father and your mother,' and, 'Whoever speaks evil of father or mother must surely die.'  But you say that whoever tells father or mother, 'Whatever support you might have had from me is given to God,' then that person need not honor the father.  So, for the sake of your tradition, you make void the word of God.  You hypocrites! Isaiah prophesied rightly about you when he said: This people honors me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me; in vain do they worship me, teaching human precepts as doctrines.'"
Then he called the crowd to him and said to them, "Listen and understand: it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles."

Matthew 15: 1 - 11 NRSV

I first found myself pondering these words in the light of Sunday coming being Mothering Sunday/Mother's Day and the fact that for me church has so often supplanted time/energy for family.  But then I recalled other things Jesus said about families, choosing to remain with Matthew as a 'coherent' writing rather than gospel hopping.  Thus we have...

For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and one's foes will be members of one's own household.  Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me;  and whoever does not take up the cross and follow me is not worthy of me.

Matthew 10: 35 - 38 NRSV

While he was still speaking to the crowds, his mother and his brothers were standing outside, wanting to speak to him.  Someone told him, "Look, your mother and your brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you."
But to the one who had told him this, Jesus replied, "Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?"  And pointing to his disciples, he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother."

Matthew 12: 46 - 50 NRSV

And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields, for my name's sake, will receive a hundredfold, and will inherit eternal life.

Matthew 19: 29

So, whilst the Pharisees are criticised for a tradition that leads to people not supporting their parents becuase they've given their time/energy/money to God (I guess that has an implicit 'allegedly'), Jesus expects himself to be placed higher in priority than parents or siblings.  It certainly seems that Jesus' relationship with his own family was "interesting".  I am fairly sure the words addressed to the Pharisees refer to practices that were about appearance not intent, but, at face value anyway, the commands are pretty similar... give to me the time/energy/money you might otherwise have given to your family.

Often times ministers and missionaries find themselves torn between the demands of family and of church (or, nominally anyway, of Christ) and I'm not too sure these passages help much.

Nothing new in what I'm saying here and a lot more thinking could, I'm sure, resolve some of the confusion.  Perhaps as Mothering Sunday nears we could spare a thought for those whose discipleship takes them geographically far from their families - especially missionaries - and for whom this tension always lurks in the shadows.

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I despair!

Over the last couple of days I've started to experience 'amputee itch' - which is what it says, an itch in the part of you that is no more.  I think it is a sign, along with some new discomfort, that nerves are recovering and renewing themselves.

And two oddities the medics don't tell you and the literature I can find overlooks...

The first is the tendency for LD reconstructions to 'jump' or 'twitch' as the brain tells the muscle to move, not realising that it is no longer in your back but your front.  Evidently this can take a couple of years to settle down as the muscle thins (through lack of use) and the brain eventually works out it isn't doing its job any more so stops sending it messages.  Apparently can be a bit weird if you have a left side version and drive, as changing gear can trigger the effect...

The second is a greater awareness of hot or cold drinks flowing through the oesophagus.  A bit like the effect you get on a very hot day when you drink really cold water.  I thought it was just me until I disovered other people mentioning it too.  It's not unpleasant and I guess in time it will pass into my subconscious.  Just can be a bit odd when it happens unexpectedly.

It has been a simply glorious, gorgeous, beautiful, lovely, whatever adjective you prefer, weekend.  Warm sunshine, almost clear blue skies by day and deep velvet by night.  Crocusses (croci) have passed, daffodils begin to brave the elements, rhodedendrons burst into cooour and golden catkins hang from the tree opposite my living room window.  Buildings glow in the morning sun, early mist lifts to reveal the contours of the hills.  Spring is abroad.

Yesterday's visiting preacher was using 'signs' as his theme... the rainbow sign of God's covenant the Galatians fruit of the Spirt as sign(s) of God, and our lives as signs of Christ for the world to see.

Yesterday evening we pondered the power of words to build or to destroy, noting that context and tone can be as significant as the words themselves.

It's no accident that Lent and Easter coincide with northern hemisphere spring, brimming with signs of new life, new hope, new energy.  I guess the challenge is that our lives, our words and our actions become signs of that hope.

I almost feel a twee Victorian hymn coming on... but I'll spare you that!

... about doses due to the radiation leak in Japan: see here.  This is the first person who has drawn a comparison with radiotherapy doses, something I'd fought shy of doing on this blog as it can be misleading.  (I'll be getting around 50,000 mSv over 5 weeks, albeit to a small part of me)

This does not belittle the fact that the Japan situation is a mess (and friends in the UK civil industry are astonished at how some of it has been handled) but it does give an alternative perspective to some of the other horror stories the media are happily peddling.

I should note that I totally disagree with the writer's idea of moving from ALARA which is a really good practice whatever industry and whatever unchosen risk is being assessed.  I guess the important thing is to know the difference between ALARA and safe/dangerous.