Adebayor's started so well for Man City
The History of Mr Polyp
I need to confess right now I thought Richard B was being a teensy bit delicate about his sore throat and I was wondering how many days he could milk your sympathy for. Then I tuned in today and discovered he has polyps on his delightful vocal cords and felt rather guilty. In fact I expected to be struck down by lightning for being so heartless.
My next thought was that the word polyp needs to be used daily. But back to Richard, imagine if he goes in for an op sharpish he may pick up that vomiting bug too. Happy 2008 Richard x
Victoria
Richard has a problem in common with many of your listeners; you have no external reference point for your life. I mean you have no knowledge of God; the consequence of this is that you are alone when you face any trial. It is brilliant that you can turn to your listeners many of whom do not have paid employment. Unfortunately we cannot be with you as you go through this period of uncertainty.
Jesus came with a single message defined in his name: Jesus means God saves / God helps / God is holding out His hands to you. My hunch is that in common with many people you were brought up to laugh at the idea of God, and to mock those of us who believe. That's OK but now you are alone. It would be very difficult to get this attitude out of your head, I haven't yet and I've been a believer for many years. Belief is absurd, faith is stupid, trust in someone you can't see or touch is from another planet. That is just the way it is, it seems we are built that way. Every believer I know has to get around this, because we believe in our heart not in our head.
I love the idea of God, he is the heart thing. I love the idea that the Bible might be true. So I decided that it is. Just like that, I decided that I like the idea of living with God rather than without Him. It doesn't matter what happens, having made my decision, I keep on liking this idea so I keep on believing it. Stupid as it may seem it does not seem as stupid as choosing to believe the opposite.
The consequence of this is I go to Church and I read the Bible. As I read the Bible I use my reckoner, I reckon that it is true and that it was written for a purpose. This in itself brings an added zing to life, I am not alone, Jesus promised to be with me all the time. I have at least one angel ministering to me, simply because I believe. I am a temple of the Holy Spirit of God. Hey if you read this far how are you avoiding laughing. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, I am at not alone.
It does not matter if this is only happening in my heart, it has a reality that is stronger than the thoughts in my head. It always comes true. When I was 7 I went to Sunday School and remember this gnarled hand waving across a picture of Jesus healing the sick. I determined then that I wanted to meet this Jesus and do what He did, it looked such fun. Can you imagine anything better than someone coming to you as their last hope. If you don't make be better then I'm lost! I imagine the fun Jesus had when they came and would not give up their quest. All he had to do was to reach out his hand and pumph! Pumph is the wind of the Holy Spirit blowing into their body perfecting creation and restoring perfect life. That is the dream.
So, the answer to Richard’s voice problem is in his heart.
Cheers
Tony
from Birmingham
Vocal cords, not chords: good title, though. All the best to Richard, obviously.
davidthepedantinnottingham
Hi Tony
You may be wasting your time on me I'm a Catholic
Victoria