Guilty pleasures. Are there any guilt-free ones? I mean real pleasure is never free. My latest one is listening to exhaustion to the Ryan Adams’ The winding wheel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9WstQOsO2Q ; it starts at min 3.42).
The price I pay for it is the risk I am taking every evening to fall into an old and dear habit of mine which is robbing the depression of its best feature: the ability to open the door to the world of lost causes.
One of them is the unused potential of the christian way of life a way as it is commonly perceived without going into the details of belonging to a specific gathering.
I have always wondered why do they have to fence it into a certain social frame (the visible side of the church), a clearly defined hope (to go to heaven), a poorly expressed love (the bubble of preaching from a high place) and sell it as the original product? Where does the other goods go? The dreams of having someone to love and be loved unconditionally ? The simple pleasures of laughing, talking, doubting, crying, drawing, playing with children and even falling into my darling melancholy without feeling the need to fit any of these into a man-made christianesque doctrine? Can we have them simply as human beings? Pretty please?