“A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go though the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain.”
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“A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go though the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain.”
Sun worship or Son worship?
Bath has many churches belonging to many denominations even though today most are fairly empty. It seems that formal religion might be on the wane in the UK with people becoming more critical of rigid dogma and established religions. Many are becoming more spiritual or are developing their own set of personal 'Pick n' mix' beliefs. Pentecostalism, Catholicism and Islam appear to be bucking the trend and are growing from a huge rise in immigration from Catholic and Islamic countries over the last two decades.
One cannot escape daily the presence of religion, even if you are not a believer. For example, I pass this billboard outside the Elim Pentecostal Church (lovely old building) most days when walking from my home into Bath.
I think it's message is quite humorous and rather clever at getting its message across and share it because it is rather different from most things I observe.
Video
This message of this video called Sun of God? may convince some, intrigue others, and possibly anger or irritate even more. But it does raise interesting questions about why Christ died at 30, had 12 apostles, is depicted with halos and a host of other things many Christians and other religions take for granted. Where did these ideas all come from?
The Sun
by Mary Oliver Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
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In the Algarve, where I live and work, it's more the sun than the Son... though there are sons of mothers and... :)