When life is wibbly-wobbly

We humans like to be able categorise life and arrange it into nice little compartmentalized segments. Work life here, home life here, the reasons for this here, our systems and belief systems there...

Unfortunately life can't be categorised like that.

The Doctor makes a great quote about time which I think can quite easily be applied to life as well..

 "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey... stuff"

 Life is wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. There is stuff that we want to happen that happens when we don't want it to, and there is other stuff that doesn't happen when we do want it to.

If I could be the Doctor's companion for just one day you know where I'd hitch a lift to- out of all of time and space? I'd choose Africa.  But, instead I must take the slow path and will be sticking it out for the next 31 weeks in my job and then making a move to the land of giraffes, posho and beautiful brown babies.

 I have a friend who just found out that she didn't get the position she desperately wanted. We had coffee recently and she said that she will have to reassess her life for this year and what she is aiming for- she was certain she was called, directed, led to apply for the position, was highly qualified for it and was granted an elusive interview with high-ups about it.. and yet.. wibbly-wobbly it didn't happen.

Another friend found out today that she has been given an opportunity to take a trip that she thought was out of reach.  She had been planning to go but due to circumstances beyond her control it wasn't going to happen and she had, had to kiss it goodbye... until the phone call that changed everything.. Timey-wimey it happened.

So to, I have been musing about the wibbly wobbly stuff that is occurring in our world at the moment- North Korea threatening war, gay people wanting the right to be married, the resurgence of slavery in our world (William Wilberforce would roll over in his grave!)

These things become big balls of stuff that surround me and weave throughout my private world. Which strands do I roll in a ball and stuff in the knitting basket? Which are tangled and knotted and need patient teasing to find the end? Many of the big balls  have been successfully knitted into garments that I wear that identify who I am. Disciple of Jesus Christ, Australian, female, justice seeker....

Some have been unravelled as I have grown up, others I have had forced upon me that I fight to escape from like a jumper that has shrunk in the wash.

What is truth, what is not truth? How do we know? 

There is a knitting book that has instructions- but sometimes these are open to interpretation and knit one purl one can become knot one, purloin one.

In all of this I am realising that I need to go back to Master Knitter and get her to explain it to me- the more one spends time with her and watches her handiwork the more things make sense.

It makes sense really considering that she was one who created me in the first place.

Psalm 139:13
"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb."






Some Footnotes:
The Doctor is of course from the TV Series Doctor Who- this quote comes from an episode called Blink- I highly recommend it.

I have referred to God (the Master Knitter) as a she in this blogpost. I do this because God is equally male and female.