A burglary is often described as being a violation. And it39; it39; about what is physically taken， it39;s about what is emotionally done to the person being robbed. I had suffered no physical assault， but when I sat down to describe what I could to the police over a strong cup of tea， I felt as though I39;d been beaten up.The upset wasn39;t to do with the things that had been stolen - most of that is replaceable and insured， it wasn't the ransacking of personal property， or the time-consuming pain of having to fill out claim forms. It was more the unsettling questions that the burglary had stirred up: What if they'd been armed? back? Why did this happen?There was a fear that lingered long after the thieves have fled. Even when writing this on the laptop that wasn' from the street， of a person walking a little too slowly up my road. I even bolted the door. I can get all the super-duper alarm systems I like， but will they take away my fear? I'm angry at those thieves for taking my things but I'll be more annoyed if they rob me of my peace.
These well- young people had a very modest interest in the print media. Unlike me， they didn' without reading a newspaper.Total newspaper circulation has been declining by roughly a million copies each year. And yet a review of the main stories in the national papers continues to be a regular feature of this programme. Items in broadcast news frequently take their cue from reports in the press. I wonder how low circulations will have to fall before such regard for the print media disappears.My guess is it may take a long time. We all seem to give greater authority to what is written than what is spoken. We know we can say things unthinkingly and stupidly. As the letter of James in the New Testament says "the tongue is an unruly member". But cruel words spoken in an outburst of temper are less hurtful than the same words written in a letter and sent by post. The written word has a very deliberate intention behind it. We speak about seeing things in black and white. On receiving a helpful letter we may say of someone "she's taken the trouble to write".
It's hard enough to describe the synergy between the idea of a soul and the material world.Talk of eternity is even more difficult. How does a person gain the whole world and lose hissoul? And how does a soul die?Is the soul the phantom me， which floats off to heaven or is itinextricably who we always are?These are huge questions. It' oddly I'm with Da Vinci in one respect. The soul is indeed an intricatepart of God's grand design in our humanity. It's what it means to be made in God's image andlikeness. But the soul， which some believe to be stronger than death itself， is never immunefrom the limitations， to better ways of being human.Meshed in a coil of intuitions， instincts， emotions andvalues by which we live， the soul lives in the material world but should never be defined by it.When it does it dies.