Saturday, 27 December 2014

Rage

I do not know about you, but sometimes rage happens.  Crazy rage.  To me. In you.  And it is usually set off
by the smallest things.  Though now I come to think about it, it probably happens because of shutting down the vents from little annoyances.  Holding stuff in.  A kind of abeyance. Holding it in.  Mantled in.  Plugged shut.

Like a volcano.  That some say is dormant.  And they are trotting up and down your sides. And clambering all over you.  Getting to the top and sitting there crowing on their achievement.  On top of you.  And walking around your craters.  Simpering on their greatness.  Tilling up your slopes. Eroding.  Digging.  Prodding.  Cutting down your cover.  Grrrrrrrr.

Smile and wave.

And then this little thing happens.  Some innocuous sounding little thing.  A dirty fork.  A laugh instead of silence.  A silence instead of loudness.  A look.  A thought.  A word.  Some innocuous something that you may never remember. 

And its not about being perimenaupausal.  Or hormonal.  It happens to those with no hormones too.  Are there any people with no hormones?  Okay - those with no hormones all over the place.

The pressure builds.  Faster than a turbo boosted jet fuelled truck.

A little crack.  The plug cannot hold.  Top cracks. And varoooooooom!!  It all goes up.  Bursts forth.  Bolders and rocks spew-en. Flames. Molten.  Lava. Hot angry burning chocking.  

Fallout.

Ashes.

Monday, 15 December 2014

Married to a stranger



You meet someone.  You are attracted to them.  You love them.  You do the whole wedding shebang thing.  Married.  And then you live together.

Or you live together first and then get married.  But key is the marriage ceremony thingini happens and then the living together.  You must be married first, for you to realise that you married a stranger.

Because after some time, and this has nothing to do with the honeymoon stage, or the 7 year itch, or the 10 year hurdle, you look at your partner and realise, crap – who the hell is this.  Who did I get married to.  Who am I living with.  Who did I hitch up my wagon to.  All my wagons. Holyshitthisiscrazy.  I have no clue who this person is.  What in ternation am I doing here.  Blistering barnacles.   Someone send in the marines. Oh merrrn.  What am I going to do.  Was I insane.  No way.  This cannot be hapn’ng to me.  No way.

Yep.  It always happens.  The person you married is not the person you are with today.  You married the wrong person.  Imagine that. 

And then you go through the whole anger, acceptance and etc cycle.  The sooner you go through the cycle the sooner you get over it and the better it is for you.  And the married other.

And unless the married other is psychotic, [and sometimes it’s very hard to know if they are not,] you will be okay.  Because you need to get the stranger programme out, and run it.  You have to become the Good Samaritan.  The married Samaritan.  On your road to Jericho.

Compassion.  And love.  To the stranger you married.  This is the first placed person, the priority person, in your life who is in dire need of assistance.   If you are ever going to help your neighbour, the time is this coz the neighbour’s in your bed.  Love your neighbour as your love yourself.  And the neighbour is right here – your stranger, your married other.

Yes – you must to love the stranger you married.  Love.  And giving.  Over and beyond the minimum required.  Loving and giving generously.

Forsake the hardness of your heart.  Breaking your selfishness.  And give.  And love.  And through this, achieve your destination.



We never know whom we marry; we just think we do.  Or even if we first marry the right person, just give it a while and he or she will change.  For in marriage, #being [the enormous thing it is] means we are not the same person aftwer we have entered it.  The primary challenge if marriage is learning how to love and care for the sranger to whom you find yourself married.....

Stanley Hauerwas



The band of mighty men


Each came out of the darkness to answer a primal call from within.  Self selected to come into God’s light.  A burning desire within each, to leave behind his limitations.  To become a man of purpose.  To fulfill his destiny.

They met through the ordinance of God, for their paths were bound to converge.  The time and place of this congregation long preordained.  To form an assembly.  Of men enough.

Men yearning for knowledge in the Word.  Men seeking faith and God’s favour.  Men of vitality and gentleness.  Erudite and cultured.  Men of valour yet afraid. 

Audacity is their mantle as they gird the loins of their souls.  Coming face to face with innermost pains and fears coupled with acknowledgement of their limitations.  Searching for inherent strengths and yearning for boundless capacity.

They recognise and acknowledge the admirable traits of each, which resonating within the others, builds them up so that each man becomes more than he is.

Fearlessly courageous they stand up for what they believe.  Failing time and time again, but never giving up.  For they pick themselves up again, backtrack to where they moved off the path.  Restarting within the lesson learned.  Forever forging forwards.   

They love each other.  They help and support each other. Pick up the man who is down, and prop up the one who is listing.  Influence each other in leadership. 

They protect and serve.  Their partners and children.  Their friends and kin.  Knowing when to draw the red line.  And when to move the line.

They know the buck starts with them.  They know the buck stops with them.  Everything always comes full circle. 

They know they are accountable.  They are accountable.  This band of mighty men.  So every day they take a step.  Sowing their future.  Building their legacy. 

For the glory of God and their honour.

Ahuuu!!
"I Know Who I Am"
We are a chosen generation
Called forth to show His excellence
All I require for life; God has given me
And I know who I am

[Repeat]

I know who God says I am; What He says I am
Where He says am at; I know who I am

[Repeat]

I’m working in power, I’m working miracles
I live a life of favor, Cause I know who I am

[Repeat]

[Repeat from Top]

Ohh oh oh, oh oh oh
I know who I am [Repeat]

I am holy, I am righteous oh…
I am so rich, I am beautiful

I’m working in power, I’m working miracles
I live a life of favor, Cause I know who I am

[Repeat]

Take a look at me, I’m a wonder
It doesn’t matter what you see now
Can you see His glory, ‘Cause I know who I am

Ohh oh oh, oh oh oh

I know who I am [Repeat]

SINACH

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Social media tharn



Tharn - a Lapine word.  A language created by author Richard Adams for his 1972 novel  Watership Down   Awesome book.
which I read when I was 12.

Tharn .  To freeze in terror.  No thought.  No movement.  Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of oncoming cars.  It’s going to die.  It’s going to die.  It’s going to die!!

Social media tharn.  Caught in the brilliance of social media. 

A lot of thought.  A big lot of thought.  Thoughts that got to be told.  My deepest darkest secrets, my innermost torment, my horrendous past, my current awesomeness, and my future preps.  Everything.  Let’s tell it all. 

A lot of finger action.  On devices that live in our hands.  Our miniature computers.  Available always.

You see you tap.  You think you tap.  You move you tap.  Goodness - you fart you tap.

No limitations.  Be whoever you want to be.  Meet whoever.  Tell whatever.  Grow relationships.  And a reputation.  The more your thoughts and the more your fingers tap, the bigger your presence. 

To amuse.  To shock.  To grow your following.  Vanity of vanities; all is vanity. 

A spiral of nonsilence.  Louder.  Bigger.  Viral.  Breaking the internet.

A new kind of life.  With a system, hierarchy, culture, family.  With similarity, consciousness, differences, interdependencies, collaboration and variances.  What did we do before the internet.

The new psychoanalyst.  The new counselor.  Cathartic.  Therapeutic.  The finger tap shrink.

Confessional.  Absolution.  Condemnation.  Take it or leave it. 

The choice may be yours – you hang it all out there.  Or not yours at all – fodder for someone else.  Finger fuel for others.   Go.  Go.  Go.  Go.  Forward.  Comment.  Like.  Double like. Double tap.  Single tap on your dashboard, simultaneous update.  Efficiency.  Woooow.  Effective!

Brilliant blinding numbers.  Tharn.  With secret and closed groups with memberships of thousands, belonging to just 3 of the groups puts you in intimate finger tap with a hundred thousand.  Then draw in cross membership and you are all over.   Hundreds of thousands.  Million.

Social media tharn.  We gone tharn.  But it’s life.  Transient life.

 

Ecclesiastes 1
2 Vanity of vanities,* says Qoheleth, vanity of vanities! All things are vanity!
Vanity of Human Toil
3 What profit have we from all the toil which we toil at under the sun?
4 One generation departs and another generation comes, but the world forever stays.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets; then it presses on to the place where it rises.
6 Shifting south, then north, back and forth shifts the wind, constantly shifting its course.
7 All rivers flow to the sea, yet never does the sea become full. To the place where they flow, the rivers continue to flow.
8 All things are wearisome, too wearisome for words. The eye is not satisfied by seeing nor has the ear enough of hearing.
9 What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done. Nothing is new under the sun!
10 Even the thing of which we say, “See, this is new!” has already existed in the ages that preceded us.
11 There is no remembrance of past generations; nor will future generations be remembered by those who come after them.
Twofold Introduction.
12 I, Qoheleth, was king over Israel in Jerusalem,
13 and I applied my mind to search and investigate in wisdom all things that are done under the sun.  A bad business God has given to human beings to be busied with.
14 I have seen all things that are done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a chase after wind.
15 What is crooked cannot be made straight, and you cannot count what is not there.
16j Though I said to myself, “See, I have greatly increased my wisdom beyond all who were before me in Jerusalem, and my mind has broad experience of wisdom and knowledge,”
17 yet when I applied my mind to know wisdom and knowledge, madness and folly, I learned that this also is a chase after wind.
18 For in much wisdom there is much sorrow; whoever increases knowledge increases grief.*
The New American Bible, Revised Edition (NABRE)