Heaven's Gene Therapy Chamber!

There’s a moment of sublime silliness in the James Bond film “Die Another Day” when everyone – including intrepid British secret agent double-o-seven - suddenly realises they’ve been duped.  The North Korean baddie we all thought had died at the beginning of the film has in fact been around all the time and no-one, not even his own father, recognised him!  How did he manage that, you ask? Well, a few painful sessions in a gene therapy chamber, delete his DNA and give him somebody else’s, and hey presto, Bob’s your uncle!  Or at least in this case, your sinister North Korean baddie is now your sneering fair-haired English public-schoolboy fop complete with floppy hair and plum-in-the-mouth accent. 
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A load of bunkum, I know, but it’s a neat way of illustrating the subject of this latest blog!  Last time out (and sorry, it was a long time ago) I wrote about the discipline - the dogged determination - required to create a context for intimacy with God.  But it begged the question, why?  What is the purpose of intimacy with God?  Where are we going with it?

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