Yesterday was an absolute nightmare of a day for me as a mum. I decided to take my three youngest children, 12, 3.5 and 6 months, out shopping alone. None of them were bad, just hard work. My 12 year old is currently undergoing assessment for learning/behavioural issues, my 3.5 yr old is strong willed and curious and my 6 month old is teething. 2 hours of pacifying and chasing children around our local Tesco Extra and I have decided I am not doing that alone again!
Luckily a cup of coffee with a dear friend visiting with her two girls calmed me down enough to finish off the day with a smile and a nice new house plant.
Today started off groggy, a lie-in was granted by my other half and it took a good couple of hours for me to be sane enough to accept guests. A friend came over with her daughter to drop off some clothes for my youngest and stayed for a cup of tea. I mooched around a while longer while my son had a bath and my 3 yr old went out with daddy. I finally dressed in time to receive my second guest of the day, the Reverend Kevin Ellis, hereafter referred to as Rev Kev.
Rev Kev is a different sort of person to your ‘normal’ average Joe. He is softly spoken, doesn’t particularly dally with pleasantries and is certainly not a people pleaser, he is not afraid to speak his mind and be blunt about it. This type of person pleases me as one knows exactly where one stands with honest people. When talking he is a prone as I am to wander off on tangents, but unlike me is particularly good at remembering his original thread.
We spoke of a few things and had coffee, occasionally interrupted by my youngest being unsettled, a couple of phone calls and my son joined us at one point and conversed in Welsh to our learner guest. We spoke of the difference between true believers in faith and those who do it as a token gesture because it is ‘the done thing’. We spoke briefly about different denominations of Christianity, especially how different from the mainstream Jehova’s Witnesses seem to be. I did most of the talking, I am sure this comes as no surprise to those who know me. We spoke of a mutual friend, her strength and her kindness, her tolerance and acceptance.
I talked about our right to judge and that without all necessary information one should not judge. We discussed it not being people’s place to judge from our differing view points and how those who call themselves Christians should leave it to their god (or a judge of law) to pass judgement of another person. We all have biology and experiences that shape us into the people we are and judgement should morally not be made with ignorance of these things. Many token Christians are of the believe that God will judge and forgive all their discretion an so act as if they can do no wrong, many token Christians think of themselves as close enough to God to pass judgement on others without first understanding them.
When it came time for Rev Kev to leave and walk the dogs I was left with a sense of peace that I always find I have after talking to true believers of faith. The message I receive from these people is that they have eternal hope through their faith. It echos one of my favourite sayings ‘It will be okay in the end, if it isn’t okay, then it isn’t the end’. I live my life in hope of a better future too, I just don’t use faith as my means of hope. I just can’t see the human race making it so bad that there is no coming back from it, even dystopia can be unhinged toward a more equal world and a better future to all, even post apocalypse. Perhaps it is faith, faith that all humans have good in them somewhere.