culture is something I have to readjust to everytime I visit my land of
birth. New slang and expressions demand translation and
christians often have had a name for running behind the times. Many of
us grew up hearing prayers and Bible readings in 17th century english -
as if somehow that was more spiritual. So it’s refreshing to see and
hear the same old gospel being expressed to today’s generation in the
language of the street - which is actually how Jesus spoke, in common
around Auckland city carry short pithy comments from God, such as the
one here in the photo. Another said: “I miss the way you
used to talk to me when you were a kid. - God”
brief furlough has come to an end, a great time of catching up with
family and friends. One old friend from student days has produced a
Kiwi Bible, published by Penguin Books. It’s not the full 66 books or
anything, but interprets key passages ‘in the language of the Kiwi
bloke’ , as one reviewr puts it.
since I’ve been busy packing bags and saying goodbyes, I’m going to let
my friend Chris Grantham tell you about ten fairly basic rules God gave
us to live by.
is the second book of the Bible, coming hot on the heels
ofGenesis. It tells the story of the people of Israel who beacme a
fairly large crowd oppressed by the Egyptians, who treated them like
dirt. It was time to get outta there. This is where Moses came in handy
– God used him to get them outta there. Exodus tells a fair bit of that
story, some of the stupid stuff they got up to and all. If you want to
read that, check out a longer Bible. Here, all we’ve got space for is
one of the most well-known bits of Exodus, when God gave Moses a bunch
of rules that are commonly known as the Ten Commandments. (Exodus 20:17)
said, ‘Get a load of this. I’m God, your God the one that got you
out of Egypt – that place where you were slaving your guts out. So
here’s the deal:
can’t have any other gods - there’s me and that’s it.
try and make yourselves any home-made gods of any description, whether
they look like angels, fish or anything. Get it? Trying to worship any
such thing is an absolute no-no. I’m God and I intend to keep it that
way. Finito. Anyone who tries me on, gives me the raspberry or
whatever, well its gong to make life totally stink for their grandkids
and then some – because they’ll end up wearing the consequences. On the
other hand, those who do what I say, well, I’ll look after them and
their lot for a thousand years – and then some.
the mickey out of God’s name in any way, shape or form. God won’t have
a bar of it.
that Saturday’s a special day. Keep it that way OK? By all means, work
your guts out the rest of the week to do what you need to do. But the
last day of the week – that’s a special day for your God – kind of a
mini-sabbatical really. So, no working that day – this applies to you,
your better half, your kids and your
(extended family). Even your animals get a day off, along with any
homestays you might currently be hosting. You see, it’s like this: God
spent six days making this whole amazing outfit, but then he took a day
off on the Saturday. So he decided to make it a special day, the first
example of a public holiday.
your olds – it does wonders for your life expectancy in this here place
God has laid on for you.
having it off with someone else-s spouse or anything remotely similar.
nicking what ain’t yours.
telling lies against the bloke or blokess next door.
try thinking that you’d like what the guy next door has got – whether
it’s his wife or the sheila who works for him, his farming gear or his
vehicle. It’s his,
not yours, get it?
next week - from Holland,