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'comfort' is not the right word.

'I'm sure you get a lot of comfort from it' is not a phrase I would agree with, regards to Christianity.

I do get a lot, I know; I get a lot of blessings. I get a coherant framework for my life, there are moments of fierce and powerful joy, there is community and friendships, there's a whole number of things-to-do that become more attractive options, there's even a ton of free food.

But 'comfort' is not the word I would use, because it implies that Christianity is something that I can use to justify the things I would do anyway. Believe me, it isn't. There are much darker paths along which I would have strayed was it not for my faith.

I have been saved not only in the overall metaphysical sense of where I am going when I die, but in many small ways from many small deaths I would otherwise have found. The journey has been glorious and in places unbelievable, but rarely comfortable. My faith sustains me, it keeps my head above the water and the sharks at bay, but comfort? That's generally a warning sign.

Boring normal entry.

Went to see my tutor, who was very nice and said I can use a word-processor in any exams that it seems to work for and have extra time in the ones it doesn't and showed me my supervision reports that I'm not meant to see yet. All my supervisors love me and think I'm going to get at least a 2.i if not a first, although some of them wish I'd do a bit more work. My maths supervisor said my industry was unsatisfactory (although he rated everything else high), which is kind of annoying since the only piece of work I really had to hand in and didn't was because I lost the wretched thing. He's probably figured out the not-going-to-lectures thing, though, not being stupid.