My Poor Brain

Our brains are crazily complex and insanely powerful - and it has really weird ways of working. I think my brain is an elitist snob that decides on it's own which facts and memories are deemed worthy enough to grace a hallowed memory slot. Unfortunately, I'm yet to be on friendly enough terms with my brain to guarantee that something you tell me - a date, a meeting, a joke, a story - will be granted one of these slots.

For example, on holiday Louise and I had spent the day by the hotel pool before heading back to the room to get ready for dinner. The next day we did exactly the same thing only when we went to leave I couldn't find our camera. We turned the room upside down and inside out and I was convinced that some scumbag thieving cleaner had nicked it - I even complained to the hotel manager! An hour later I found it inside the shoe I had carried it back from the pool in. Brain why wouldn't you remember that?? Why can't you remember where I left my wallet instead of my defunct BT calling card number from when I was 11?? (144536067377184).

Billions have been spent on trying to make computers do what a brain can do in a fraction of a second - but better than a computer it can imagine and create new thoughts without the need of any pre-programmed input... which is why I want to learn how to tame it. I want to be able to drive my thoughts and train my brain to think clearly and positively so it's power is unleashed for good. In Matthew chapter 5 Jesus understood this already, he said before you've even done anything wrong if your brain has imagined it then you're already there.

Train the brain.