Last night was strange.
It should have been the first night of attending a new Bible study small group. However, I said I couldn’t make it because I had only gotten an hour of sleep on the train back from Melbourne and expected that I’d just collapse in a mess of fatigue during the study.
In the end, I decided to have a carbohydrate-rich snack (a muesli biscuit) and go to the gym for 50 minutes of cardio.
It was also a night of phone calls. Puevf2 called me before I left work and wondered if I was still alive. Puevf1 called while I walking to the gym with my iPod blaring.
After gym, I called up Zvpuryyr, the unsaved friend who two of my friends in separate independent incidents describes as “She really needs Jesus”. I haven’t told me friends that they are more right than they know even though I dislike the overuse of that sentence. Since the time they met her and now, she’s lost her job and been given an eviction notice by her housemates. I called her to invite her to Barney’s current evangelistic series of dinners “Introducing God”. She said she’d come to that and invited me over to her place, which is 2 blocks from my home, to pick up two DVDs that I had lent her before she moved out of Sydney to go to the Blue Mountains then Brisbane. (In case you’re wondering the DVDs were Buffalo Soldiers and Evil Dead II.)
When I got to her place, we talked about God for awhile. Part of me made me want to hit my head against the wall. Often, there were things she had said that I really wanted to reply about but she would get the conversation side tracked.
She seems to have some very New Agey beliefs. You know the whole “God is within us” and God is a powerful impersonal force things. I told her that Jesus was a human being and a person and that God is a person. She said that she didn’t like putting names on god and that by choosing a specific god to follow, people create barriers between each other.
She said so many inconsistent things at times such as that she was an antheist (initially), that she believed in taking the best bits of each available religion that she was something I have never heard of. The name of the religion sounded like “snoofi”. Apparently they have great respect for artists and believe their art is the manifestation of God’s word and back in ancient times, when there was an evil sultan, they would play their instruments all day and all night outside the sultan’s palace until the sultan stopped his evil ways and would throw money at them. My friend considers herself a poet.
It was clear that she had seen some amazing stuff and that Jesus Christ had personally tried to reach out to her. This is an amazing double testimony: When she was 8 years old after her father had passed away, she and her mother were homeless and would drive around regional areas. They were impoverished and wouldn’t always have enough to eat. One night, a woman saw that they were hungry and gave them a meal and place to stay. The woman told them her testimony: that she had lived a rough life (drugs etc) as a Country and Western singer and developed terminal throat cancer and not long to live. She prayed that if she was healed, she’d serve God. Subsequently, she spent her life in rural areas spreading the word of God. I sensed this was one of many stories Zvpuryyr had of Christians making a positive impression on her life.
This made me think. I asked her how many people of other faiths had miracle survivals. She said she knew of a Muslim whose doctors cured her neck problems. Then I asked her about those who survived against the big C (cancer) and told her about knowing someone who looks to survive his second battle. She said that the only reason it seemed that Christians get miracles more is because Australian as a society is based upon Christian principles. Ha ha. That was funny. The point I was trying to get across was that there is only one real god and the rest are false gods. I asked her if she knew of gods that provided rain and she said she had seen Native AmericanIndians ask for rain successfully. Do false gods have those sorts of powers? I kept thinking of Elijah and the part where he and the prophets of Baal set up altars and old God succeeds in the challenges.
I asked her if she thought Jesus could make a difference in her life as He had made in the Country singer’s. She used the “I don’t want to polarise” myself answer as she had earlier.
This is where the bulk of the strangeness begins.
After this, we went on a secret errand. I actually thought it was a fool’s errand because I don’t have much confidence in Zvpuryyr’s organisational skills and it seemed like she didn’t know where we were walking to. That cvffrq me off. During this, pressumably I broke the law (however, it was too dark to see any signs).
I wondered if in my attempt raise this friend up, I was brinnging myself down.I also realised that my friend reached places in this world that I didn’t and that I didn’t hang out with enough tax collectors.
In the end, you wouldn’t believe where we ended up. Glebe is such an interesting area.
Throughout the night, Zvpuryyr kept saying encouraging things to me. I think she must believe in the power of positive thinking. She repeatedly told me that I didn’t have to put up with anyone who gave me a hard time for being a Christian and that I’m not a bad looking guy and that I’ll be alright. As a result of the latter comment, I too casually hit on the housemate that is taking over her room.
I got home around 1 am and finally had dinner and two injections of insulin and somehow managed to get to work on time - unlike normal. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to make crème brûlée for the dinner.