This week’s post is here to make a correction on three posts ago.

It’s a diploma of something is the post’s title.

It’s a complete lie.

The school holidays have afforded me the opportunity to actually navigate around the Moodle site and look at what I’ve enrolled in at Bible College.

It’s a certificate.

I can’t tell you how relieved this has made me feel. That’s 4 subjects instead of 8. Maths isn’t my strong point but even I know that’s half the time, money and subjects I was thinking I had signed myself up for.

It also means less organised religion, which, I must say is also a relief.

It always makes me nervous. Organised religion that is. Not being relieved… that makes no logical sense at all.

Organised religion makes me nervous because we as human beings so easily skew things and what was once a wonderful thing suddenly turns into a cult-like thing.

Something that someone suggested would be a good idea in a certain time and place suddenly transforms into a spiritual requirement. All who don’t do it (or worse, don’t even know about it) are judged.

Hence why organised religion makes me nervous.

However, I find that when you raise this issue with some believers, they offer something more in line with a rebuke than anything else. You’re troublesome. Refusing to conform. Refusing to just be like everyone else.

Refusing to join the cult?

It’s times like these that I get down on my knees and correct my thinking. I remind myself that Jesus wasn’t nervous about organised religion.

Organised religion made Jesus MAD!

Turning over the tables in the temple. With all reverence possible I say that if that isn’t a spiritual poster boy moment, I don’t know what is.

Diploma? Certificate? I said three weeks ago that I probably need to pay more attention to what I’m doing.

Ain’t that the truth.

But diploma or certificate, to an extent, I don’t think Jesus particularly cares. ‘Getting a piece of paper’ doesn’t seem high on his list of priorities.

Yours in making certified corrections,

Alison