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Seriously. 
There he was, sweating away on the treadmill at my local gym. I had to do a double take, and then check again, but it was definitely, definitely him. 
I'm not talking definitely him in the way that that bloke in the film"Notting Hill" thought he had seen Ringo Star, (or maybe Topol) from a distance and then on reflection had come to the conclusion it probably hadn't been him at all. 

About 3 minutes in I thought that my heart was going to explode. I knew that it would get worse before it got better. 
It's at moments like these that you face a choice: Comfort or glory.
I have to be honest and say that comfort seemed like a hugely attractive option at that moment. No more pain, no more straining, no more agony. 

The fact is that I'm always the last to hear everything, so you might already have seen this, but a question struck me as I watched it- what if it was Jesus and not a drink.

Sad, but apparently true.
It all started when I came across a page on Wikipedia which was inaccurate and had an article attached which did not seem to be have any place in a respectable encyclopedia- free and online or not. So I logged in and amended the text and took the article out.
I figured that for an online encyclopedia to be of any use it should at the very lest be both accurate and objective. It was then put back in, so I took it out again. I then got a message telling me in no uncertain terms that I had been reported for vandalizing a page and if I continued to do this I would be blocked. 

As I got to it I stopped, closed my eyes and cried out to God, asking if in some miraculous way he might shut the shop I was stood in front of. 
It wasn't a sex shop pedalling pornography or a new age boutique that offered tarot card reading. It was a Christian bookshop.
Don't get me wrong, I still love Jesus, but as I stood outside and looked in as I had many times before I could not bear it any longer. 

I suppose that if I am being honest I admire his recklessness. He didn't have a strategy. He spent what he had, sat back and enjoyed the ride. He asked questions when he wasn't sure what to do, made a few smart investments, and then watched the money roll in. In the process he bankrupted me. Not bad for a four and a half year old who only learnt to play Monopoly a week ago.

My friend and I got talking one evening. It was one of those conversations that awakens the imagination. We got talking about how we might be able to tell The Story in a way that retains its integrity, but is also an expression of worship and mission using the creative arts. I am the first to recognise that it will not be to everyones taste, but hope that it in some way points to the one we are expressing our worship to, and that it might whet the appetites of those unfamiliar with The Story.

Maybe it's because I came across Greg Laswell's cover version of the classic "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" this week. I knew I had heard it before, it was just that it sounded so different, so haunting. The sense of 1980's abandon and confidence re-interpreted with a Gen Y sense of angst.
The same song re-mixed for a different generation. It got me thinking about church. How do we re-mix it for this generation?  I'm not talking about throwing orthodox doctrine out of the window and re-interpreting it so that it becomes more in line with where the culture is, I'm thinking more about how we re-mix what we do. Re-mixing the song for a generation who are increasingly biblically illiterate.