I still find it amazing how I can get excited about theology, and get myself involved with, and enjoy, a good argument over the nature of God, or trinitarian doctrine, the atonement, or eschatological matters which may affect us all, but matter not a jot to the common populace. It may be a form of escapism in some ways, arguing over how many angels can stand on the tip of a pinhead, or whatever. I'm not really prone to silliness in theology, honestly, but you know what I mean! I've therefore enjoyed the last 24 hours or so over at Mad Priest Towers, arguing over the nature of salvation, amongst other things!
However, it did strike me that normal people don't get excited by things like this, and I'm beginning to wonder, in recent weeks, whether I'm normal at all! Yesterday, the RW dragged me away from things parochial to visit the fair town of Helensburgh for afternoon tea and toasties. I was able to go into a WH Smiths for the first time in a while, and while the RW was perusing the Mills and Boons or whatever, I found myself looking at the hundreds and hundreds of different magazines that are now for sale! I was shocked! Do people buy these magazines? Well, they must do! However there are some weird and rather specialist subjects that obviously enthrall enough of our populace that they can publish and sustain a weekly or a monthly blatt on the subject!
I looked in vain for the Parousia Monthly, but I couldn't find it. It seems that folk these days find their redemption in BMWs, motorbikes, fishing, computers, techno-babble or whatever. Not even a Playboy in sight! What has the world come to when I've not been looking?