1 October 2014

What I really like about working at our church is our ability to think out of the box and in the box. We try on a regular basis to do some creative stuff with our evening service. Because why does a church service need to fit the same pattern week in and week out…

This past Sunday we explored the #Selfie.
Most people should know what that is by now. In fact; Oxford Dictionary said that #Selfie was the word of 2013. A big acclaim, I’m guessing. Sorry, Miley, “twerk” didn’t do that well! ;)

We had 4 stations across the church. At each station there were some prompting questions and statements to get one reflecting and responding.

Station 1 – Take a Selfie
Here, one simply had to take a selfie of themselves and then ponder what Jesus thinks about the whole selfie thing.

On the negative side, a selfie teaches one to be so consumed with themselves. Unhealthy!
On the flip side, a good spin on the selfie is that it reminds people: to pause and appreciate and capture the moment that they’re in.

Station 2 – Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Over here, we had to look at ourselves in the mirror. And we had to think about our younger selves and our present selves. What do we like about ourselves and what do we dislike? We had sit with that tension or peace and let our spirits respond to that.

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Station 3 – Thinking about another’s selfie
We had cut out pictures from newspapers and magazines of ordinary people from different cultures, backgrounds, age groups and race. We then had to choose a picture and think about that person’s life. What are their daily lives like? What do you think their struggles and joys are? We then had to write a prayer for them on a little card and light a candle for them. I think a lot of people enjoyed this one.

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Station 4 – Rewrite a verse
I liked this one. Scattered on a table were verses that described our identity in God. We then had to paraphrase those verses in our own words. Writing them down on coloured paper. Then the people who would come to the station afterwards would reflect on the actual scripture and the rewritten ones too.

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It’s hard to capture the whole evening into words. It’s difficult to explain the atmosphere and reflection in the church that night. So I simply invite you:

Next time we have a Concept Service, then do come along! Your soul will come alive, I am certain…

Morning Coffee
20 March 2014

I smell the aroma creeping over the edge
I see her smile as she delivers my first cup for the day
She and I exchange pleasantries
Sometimes even high five’s.

I smile at her service.
Her kind nature.
And as I sip from this cup
I ponder the day’s activities

This day is packed with potential.
Things to plan.
Stories to know and create.
To help at least one other…

In this big system of life
That often swallows us
I sit at the entrance of the abyss
And sip away…

 

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What do you see?

Posted: September 30, 2014 in Uncategorized

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When you look at this picture, what do you see?

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Some would say that the cat seized the moment to do his business and is being disrespectful.
Others would say that the cat is the Hurst – seeing as he is the reason why there is a funeral in the first place.

Because the artist didn’t specify the theme or message he is portraying, any interpretation will do. In this case it’s all fair game – no one is wrong.

This got me thinking.

We are all human. But we are all different.

We’ve all had different life experiences. We have different dreams. Personalities. Perceptions.

So why then are we up in arms if someone differs from us?

Why are you so easily offended when someone doesn’t like the book you’ve deemed the best book ever? In her not liking it, does it mean that the book should now be…

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Clean Slate
19 March 2014

They are new every morning
Great is Your faithfulness
How I long for just a touch of You
This ever wandering heart

Often there is a war within
Love and Lust
Sinner and Saint
Yes and no…

Folly, got me thinking
I could do this on my own
But, I’m often losing here
Oh great Victor, wipe me clean

Give me perspective
Give me power
Give me perseverance
Give me peace

I surrender.

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Innocent Hitchhikers
18 March 2014
(An ode to the maids and gardeners of Winston park, near Hillcrest)

Madam, why do you drive past not noticing my thumb up?
You and I are both familiar with this area
You live here.
I clean the houses here.

It hurts me when you just drive past
And I see that smile on your face
Content that your life is so grand
As you zip past in your spacious SUV

And I notice that you have 3 empty seats
And you can’t seem to spare one for me?
I am not asking for a lift home…
Just 3 km down the road, to where the public transport is.

How can you be so unkind?
Yes, I’m thankful for the job.
But, how do you justify not helping for a brief 2 min drive?
Have you “labeled me” again?

“Oh no I can’t give you a lift, what if you hijack me?”
Is that your thought, Madam?
“All of us black folk are the same?”
What a shame!

Do you not see how hard, I work in your home?
You never have to worry about coming home to a messy estate.
I work well.
You can trust, please don’t drive by.
Again.

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Unselfishness
18 March 2014

This row of trees that towers over us all
Was probably planted at least fifty years ago
I notice the leaves dance and jump as the cars swoosh by
Who decided on planting this avenue?

How unselfish of them
They may be resting in their graves now
As we drive by
Under this canopy of leaves and slicing sun rays

It’s not often that a generation does something kind
For its children of the next…
So I smile as I see these tall aged trees
Above me, as I cycle through…

Thank you for being unselfish
Thank you for planting two miles of beauty and shade
I will do you a favour
And always appreciate it

Poem 8 – Leaves

Posted: September 23, 2014 in My Writings, Poems and Pieces
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Leaves
17 March 2014

Oh you Fall down here
I’ve seen you elsewhere
Bring beauty in your descent
Scattered along rows, reminding

Seasons come and seasons go
How you need to be leaving now
I raise this net in my hand
And go in for the scoop, picking

Up, up, you go
Drip goes the water from the net
I need to rid you,
You can’t fall here, this is not your place

Oh autumn leaves…
Me, chasing after you…

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