From Bono

Bono: If only we could be a bit more like Him, the world would be transformed. When I look at the Cross of Christ, what I see up there is all my shit and everybody else's. So I ask myself a question a lot of people have asked: Who is this man? And was He who He said He was, or was He just a religious nut? And there it is, and that's the question. And no one can talk you into it or out of it.

I Did Something Nasty Yesterday

My friend Liz invited some friends over for dinner.
We sat around the table eating the quintessential Australian BBQ....you know your average, sausages, salad, potatoes...
Not talking much. gulping like Mackerel, trying to think of conversation. It's a funny situation, like suspended animation, when you're in a group who aren't kids, but aren't quite adults. You are not quite sure who you are yet, or how you interact with other human beings.

I was observing the rather awkward table, and asked, "So...is everyone here from the Pressie Church?"
Everyone made noises to the affirmative.

"What church do you go to?" a reedy voice from across the table piped up. A young socially awkward kinda guy.
I had a choice here. Tell the truth, the boring truth. Or spice up the night a bit.

"I actually go to the Kotku Mosque," I announced, "I would never step foot into a church!"


"Oh, okay..." the guy mumbled. Christians Never Know what to say in that situation. My friends Isaac and Dan looked at me rather surprised as they weren't aware of my sudden religious conversion.

My friend Liz grinned.

"I suppose you won't mind, then, when we discuss the five points of Calvinism over dessert?"

"Oh not at all, " I waved my hand affably, "If you won't mind, when I put a fatwa on you!"

Everyone laughed. I basked in the attention. This may have nudged me off the edge, when Nervous Guy continued:

"So where are you from?"

"Um, I'm actually from England." In My Best British Voice.

"Ah, okay, I thought I heard an accent. What part of England?"

Getting in Deeper.

"Ah, Sussex"

"Oh, Sussex. I have some friends from Gloucestershire, that's not far from Sussex is it?"

Damn, he has friends near there! Make an intelligent comment up!

I half laugh, "They must be very poor, coming from there..."

He chuckles, too, "Oh yes, they are, they say it's a crap place...."

That was Very Lucky.Time to push my luck.

"So, would you call this a typical dinner?" I ask innocently, spreading my hands over our now cold food.

"Yeah pretty much," Poor Nervous Lied-To Man nods. "What would you call a Typical English dinner?"

"Bangers and Mash." I answer promptly.

It must be noted, it was very lucky he did not question me on this. What the heck are Bangers and Mash?

Anyways, by now, all my friends who know me are cacking themselves, trying not to bawl with laughter.

I ended up pretty much embarrassing the guy pretty badly, when the two questions, "How long have you been away from England?" and "How old are you?" rendered the same answers.

The guy turned red, mumbled into his plate, while I felt worse than the leftover soggy coleslaw.

Never do this to anyway, ever! Only if you never have to see them again!

NIDA scouts, if you are out there....I'm a flippin' genius at acting. Recruit me! Recruit me!

Certifiable Evidence that God Still Loves Me:

A. My friend Liz brought me round a Giant Block of Chocolate.
B. My friend Jess rubbed my back for half an hour.
C. My sister Kylie brought me an awesome CD, Sanctus Real's latest. Massive Encouragement. You all go out and buy it.

So even in my heart if I feel rejected and alone, I see these things, and know that God isn't too far.

Sincerely,
Kaity-G