We might as well make it official, I don’t want to blog for a while, perhaps forever. There are a number of reasons I want to stop:

The only news I have any right to post on here is about myself, but that’s not very interesting, because whenever I think about myself for too long I end up getting depressed. To be honest, I absolutely hate self-examination now. I know I’m a sinner, I found that out a long time ago, but I’ll never be able to glorify God if I’m focussed in on myself. Frankly, when I look in at myself, I hate what I see.

The conclusion of the above paragraph is that I must focus outwards, and I have seen some absolutely amazing things happening over the last few weeks. God has been showering down his blessings in ways I’ve never seen before, but I find it very hard to write about such things, because most of them are answers to prayer concerning other people. It is for them to share such news, not me, and it would be wrong for me to share it.

It is other people that are really making me happy at the moment, so I want to talk with you, not tell you about me. Most people know about me. I also want to spend more time doing actual college work, and talking to one person in particular.

If you would really like to stay in touch, I would love to talk by e-mail or MSN.

MSN: fatpiegibbon [at] hotmail [dot] com
E-mail: peter.roberts [at] gmail [dot] com

If you are looking for someone to read, I recommend Confessing Evangelical. Some of Ally’s lenten guest posts look good too.

I wanted to write about my birthday, I wanted to write about my trip to London, but that’s going to have to go on hold until Saturday. Right now though, I do think I have a bit of news that gives me good reason to post in the middle of the week.

I now have a girlfriend. Unfortunately, I do not have a particularly good picture of her, so for now you’ll have to make do with a picture I stole from her facebook site.

Her name is Emma, and she’s a wonderful Christian girl, I thank God he didn’t leave me alone until I told her I loved her.

Everybody hates me, nobody loves me etc.

I’m having a bit of a Germany flashback here. I want to go to a cool city (i.e. London), but most everybody is busy. T__T I’ve tried Joe West, Dave Heath, Jannais O’Flaherty and nobody, nobody is free. I’m determined that this will not turn into a repeat of my Heidelberg experience. I don’t want to repeatedly pester someone who I know is free to come down (that time it was Jessika).

I think the fact that cities are absolutely nil fun on your own is evident. If you want to come to London for two days (Friday and Saturday), and you reckon you have something like the same taste in museums and cultural sights as me, please tell me.

This would also be a good option if you want to see Ben and Liz Epps, because I’ll be staying with them overnight.

This is my birthday present from my parents, and it’s pretty much the most flippin’ awesome present ever given to me by a person. I wouldn’t want to waste it.

Update

The wicked plots against the just,and gnashes at him with his teeth. The Lord laughs at him, for He sees that his day is coming.

The above verse comforted me when I thought of Richard Dawkins, because in the end of the day, however much harm wicked men may do, when their memory is erased, Christ will still be worshipped, and what they say makes not an ounce of difference to the majesty of our God.

It’s my birthday on Monday, and I’m going to be having a birthday party on Saturday, which should be fun. More about this later.

I’m now going with mummy to pick up three Japanese girls that will be staying a little while with us.

Why is legalism so tempting? My Christian life for the last while has revolved around doing particular acts, and if I do not do them, I feel I am close to forfeiting my salvation. In this I have sinned, and I know it. I have focussed so completely on myself and my spiritual walk, that I have lost much of the praise for God I used to have. It struck me this week when I realised I still felt guilty when I could think of no sin against anyone that had not been sorted out, but I’ve become subject once again to slavery, and not a slavery to Christ that sets free, but one that weighs down. I thank God he has given me repentance from these dead works.

If I was in the parable of the unrepentant servant, I would have forgiven my friend, but still tried to pay back the debt myself. Both this attitude and the attitude of that servant are an abomination, and I hope that if I have hurt any with my selfish attitude that they will forgive me.

Not that we are sufficient of ourselves, to think of anything as coming from ourselves, but our sufficiency comes from God, who has made us sufficient as ministers of the New Covenant, not of the letter, but of the Spirit. For the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.

Just to clarify, I am not saying that what I have felt called to do has not been God’s will, but the attitude I have done it in, one of guilt, and not of praise to God, has been wrong.

What is the difference between the good postmodernism that theologians keep talking about, and the bad, conversation killing one that street preachers etc. talk about?