Every newborn is a sign that God has not yet lost hope in the world

So much has happened since I have neglected you, non-existent web readership. I held a baby for the first time in about 16 years. She was perfect, was Roisín Abigail. She sat calmly in my arms for an hour, only hiccupping now and again and sometimes looking at my big ears. I am assured that as she ages past her 2 weeks she will become more wary of people; even me. After about an hour, she shat her nappy, which is the first time anyone has ever done that to me. Yet, I wasn’t offended. I am a bigger man than to bear a grudge with Ro over something like that. She made such a hilarious scrunched up face as she did the deed that I could never get angry. When you are a little baby, every bodily function is a serious deal. Breathing seems to be a conscious effort and shitting was like giving birth. Except the nightmare for Ro had she actually thought she had given birth (that is, if she was even self-aware yet) was that instead of a little baby she’d have produced poo. Cruel irony. It happened to Philip Brennan’s parents. Allegedly.

I’m engaged in a bulletin board debate with an acquaintance over the Bible. I am aware of the fact that arguing online is kind of like being in the Special Olympics- it doesn’t matter if you win, you still appear to be disable… differently-abled.

He has brought up a huge amount of stuff that I feel can be dealt with better face to face but we aren’t friends. We are more like well-wishers; in that we mean each other no particular harm.

One of the things he brought up was the relevance of the Old Testament. What good is a thousand or so pages of legalism, fantasy and prophecy written by desert dwelling primitives who probably warped everything to fit their political ends? Why can’t us Christians just be happy with the easy to bear and modern teaching of the Big JC?

I have written a lot of late night wandering crap today. And so instead of unleashing an “argument” on you, I will just offer my conclusion. I am entitled to do this since I run this site and my fiancé is in the countryside visiting family over Christmas and she is without a web connection so she can’t demand editorial changes for the sake of fellow humanity.
Here, I sum up the difference between the Old and the New Testament and why it is essential to keep both.

Roisín Abigail will grow and learn to talk and walk. Her parents will teach her to always, always, always stop at the side of the road before crossing. She will be told to always, always, always and in every circumstance look left, then right and then left again before taking her first step and to listen carefully as she crosses the road. She will always be punished if she runs out onto the road without doing these things.

Yet Jonathan, Roisín’s dad will happily hop out of the car, dart across a busy city road and drop into a newsagent for a copy of Penthouse or whatever it is he is reading these days. On his way back he will answer a mobile call and dodge the traffic to get to the car.

Roisín is a child. She is in the Old Testament where things must be laid out for her. Her foundations are non-existent and her Father will prescribe them without debate from her. He will admonish her when she breaks his rules.

Jonathan is mature. He has been gifted life long enough to reach adulthood and he is now freed from the law. He has absorbed it into his being. He is New Testament. The Holy Spirit has been given to Christians, absorbed into their being and frees them to live to fulfilment and dodge traffic without being given out to.

If the Old Testament is discarded, we do not see where the basis for our freedom in the New Testament comes from. The Old Testament is not over-ridden by the New Testament but is instead fulfilled by it. The New Testament makes the Old whole.

And now I would add some witty paragraphs about the idiocyncracies of old Irish people, the way marriage preperation leads to more engery being spent maintaining relationships with family and neighbours than your spouse to be or a Christmas thought to finish things lightly. But, as my spouse to be knows all too well, I like to end thinks abruptly long before things have even started to get going and when you can’t even imagine what is about to happen. It is so anti-elegant that it lends a kind of grace and beauty to itself.

Your Correspondent, Dumping His Fiancé

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