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Joy will save the day! (Advent 25)

Joy to the world, the Lord has come!
The angel said:
I bring you good news,
that will cause great joy for all people!

They were overjoyed when they saw the star

…because of joy and amazement
Rejoice always!
(Let) My joy remain in you.
This is the day that the the Lord has made:
I will rejoice and be glad in it.
For the joy of the Lord is your strength… (what were you relying on before?)

(As Mr CS Lewis said)
Joy is the serious business of heaven.
Joy will save the day!
Joy > anxiety
Joy > despair
Joy + Jesus = It’s Christmas living!
Joy to the world, the Lord is still here.

(You see scripture is filled with joy? Only the last 4 lines are my addition.)

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Cross and Cradle (Advent 24)

Making Christingles
The red tape around the orange
Reminds me of the two red circles scribbled
On the Christian Calendar
One around Christmas,
The other; Easter
Both Cradle and Cross
Cannot be ignored.
For CHRISTs sake, let’s not miss it, this CHRISTmas…

Christ lies in the cradle
The Word became flesh
He came to show us love, be love
And teach us to love better
Christ, gets it!
He gets us!
Do we get Him?

Cross,
Is the crux of the matter!
Oh Christ!
We have crucified Him.
But His death was inevitable
Part of the Rescue
Oh death, where is your sting?

Creatively,
Christian artists sing:
“So This was truly God,
Wrapped in a tattered blanket,
Love was finally here,
Sleeping while the world awakened”
And
“Ringing through the sky shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
A song, a song
High above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea”

Crying in the cradle
Crying on the cross
For crying out loud!
CHRIST is with us.
Let’s live like we believe it…


Lyrics I mentioned where from these two songs:

1) https://youtu.be/C0wxoAcc78k
2) https://youtu.be/jDbJnI-ZwRM

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I don’t like Christmas pies (Advent 23)

(I don’t like Christmas pies!
Are they sweet or savoury? What’s the deal?)
There is a noise inside.
Is that music?
From a distance; do I see people dancing? Silhouetted against the warmly lit windows.
Wait, is that my brother?
Is that Lamb I smell?
Anger or jealous overtakes me.
He squandered it all, and yet Dad, throws him, a party…

But a lingering thought remains: Son, you are always with Me and everything I have is yours.
I’ve been so close to Him, but I missed it…

(I don’t like Christmas pies! Some called them mince pies… but there’s no mince in them.. that mashed up fruit inside…dodgy ;)! )
This isn’t the reaction i was expecting.
i was stupid. i was reckless.
Yet He has lavished all good things on me.
These people celebrating
That delicious fattened calf, roasting.
He hasn’t counted my wrongs against me.
That warm embrace when He greeted me.

The warmth of His grasp lingers…
Grace welcomes me home!
The things “out there” still leave me empty.
With Him, my cup overflows…

(I don’t like Christmas pies! I tried one yesterday, I was donkey dared, whatever that means 😉 !
My system was like: no thanks! You won’t eat something as weird as that again!)
It’s so good that he is Home.
I’ve missed him sooo much.
I hope my oldest would comes in soon.
He works too hard…
All these people together.
I’m happy!

The smell of the calf lingers…
This is very much like many homes at Christmas.
Altogether.
It can be busy.
There can be squabbles.
We are play a part in Luke 15

the younger – reckless
the older – jealous
the Father – kindness
Thank you Jesus that i can even just be at the party. in Your Home.

PS. Just don’t offer me any Christmas pies!

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Quaich (Advent 22)

From the highlands
I learnt a new tradition
A token of friendship
And community
The Scottish would pass around this cup
Filled to the brim with whiskey and love.
Passing it around, we celebrate one another.

I remember my friends.
Both far and near.
And I’m grateful.

This passing the cup.
Reminds me of another group of friends.
Jesus and His disciples.
Drink and remember, He said

Let’s remember Him
We will remember Him
This Christmas
Let’s remember Him

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Choices (Advent 21)

We are the sum of our choices.
I’ve come to learn and realise this.
Where our lives are now.
Are often the results of choices made earlier on.

We are the sum of our choices.
99% of the time.
So stop blaming God.
Or the devil!

We are the sum of our choices.
Freewill allows us the choice.
Choose wisely.

We are the sum of our choices.
Choose good company
Choose good actions
Choose good words
Choose good thoughts

We are the sum of our choices.
The long hours of studying now… would benefit a good future.

We are the sum of our choices.
What choices did you make that have led to your life, right now?

Choose well

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life, Travel & Explore

Picture Perfect

Walking back to our accomodation to fetch our luggage; we popped into buy the famous the French ‘merveilleux’ (meringue with lots of whipped cream and chocolate.)
Whilst waiting to pay, I just looked down one of the roads and nonchantly captured this shot:

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I absolutely love it! And how it came out. 🙂
(Okay, #GooglePhotos did a bit of editing with this version of the pic.)

Three angles of thoughts from this picture:

This photo captures Europe well.
Little gems tucked away all over the continent.
Cobblestoned streets
Light spilling out from the quaint shops. (Bakeries and li’l pubs)
Coffee tables sprawled out on the paving.
The invitation for people to meet up and share stories.
Pausing from the busyness of life.
Sat across from one another, exchanging glances and words and smiles.

Looking back on 2019, I am super thankful for this year.
Thank you Jesus, Thank you England living.
I have been in 7 countries this year:
1st Jan, I woke up in Berlin (Germany). Spending time with my good friend, Bob.
Then end of Jan found me in Amsterdam (Netherlands) with my bro. He was there for a work trip. (Loved this quality time with him.)
May found me in a quaint cottage in Wales (yes, I am counting that as a country) with my cousin and friends.
In June, I visited Maurituas and South Africa
Then now, mid December I got to visit Lille (France.)
And now I am sitting on a sofa, writing this in England.
What a blessing!
Sadly, in SA, I never got such good opportunities like this.
(Wanderlust wooed me back in 2007, and has never let me go. She’s relentless and inviting!)

On my recent trip, I found in my travel journal, these sentences jotted down.
It made me smile. And still rings true.
In South Africa, our education covers a broad range of information.
Our Geography lessons extends to the Western world.
I remember hearing about places, that really intrigued me and made me day dream and think “one day” and to see these sentences, and some of them have since, been achieved. Amazing!
Here they are:
1) Seeing the white cliffs off Dover. Check.
2) Seeing the Loch Ness. Check.
3) Having coffee in Italy in a corner cafe on cobbled stoned street. Those tables that seem to spill out onto the pavement. Check.
4) Visiting Amsterdam – my roots. Check.
5) See the Northern Lights. First attempt in 2011, unsuccessful. Will try again soonish…
6) Sail in Spain, crack open a bottle of wine, listening to Counting Crows’ “Holiday in Spain.”

I remembered another one: “Imagine studying in Oxford.”
I have never studied there – but I have defintely visited it a few times:
riding canals boats, coffee shops, pubs and even theatre. I actually Bought A Dictionary In Oxford

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Rice and Grace (Advent 20)

The day my phone fell into the water,
Taking a swim in the sink…
I had to hide it in in rice
Which gave me a lot of time to think…

The time away from the world
The time away from the noise
The time of disconnection
Allowed me an incredible time of Connection

Oh how the time in rice
Left me apart from my device
Turned to be a moment of grace
As the noise in my life was reduced to a gentle pace

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life, People

When humans do kind things:

He sits on the train, lost in his own world. But an elderly man steps on looking for a seat.
The sitting man, younger, steps up and offers his seat.


A group of young girls stand around, smoking and laughing and enjoying life.
When their cigarettes are finished, I noticed two of them walk to the nearby cigarette bin and discard their cigarette butt.
(Most smokers just toss them to the ground.)


A lady sits with her little one on the pavement. Poverty sits with her. (Who knows her circumstances?)
On her lap sits her young child.

Two friends walk by, greeting them and giving them a little something to eat.


Another part of the city, I saw another homeless woman sitting there. A man walks by, greets her by holding her hand. A few words are exchanged. He had shown her dignity.


Little beautiful moments of humanity I saw in France.

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Don’t be afraid! (Advent 16)

Do not be afraid!
A phrase as old as the hills
A command so profound
Still should ring true, today…

OLD
When you visited your people;
Wrestled with them, called them
Isaiah
Joshua
You meant it!
They need not fear!

NEW
The angels told Mary
They told the Shepherds too.
Jesus said it many times too.
Disciples and others.

Don’t be afraid!
Don’t be afraid!
Don’t be afraid!

That phrase is strewn across your Holy Scriptures…

But it’s like Your people have spiritual amnesia…?

MODERN
Fear, anxiety, worry…
All of these You speak against!
You’ve told us many times before:

do not fear
do not be anxious
do not worry

Your perfect love drives out fear.
Saturate us with that Perfect Love.
Maybe we drown in it…

Because it seems your people are choosing anxiety, worry and fear…

Perfect Love
Perfect Love
Love Divine
Love Incarnate

Rescue us…over and over

Perfect Love drives out fear…

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Calm and Busy (Advent 15)

Scene 1
Sunday morning 9am
This town of codebreakers
Sleeps
I drive to church
The roads are empty.
A lot of people lying in
(Maybe hanging from the night before.)
God, Your churches are emptier these days, sadly…
The significance of the Saviour
Lies sleeping in forgotten thoughts
Oh how this nation needs You.
Oh how this world needs You.

Scene 2
The hustle and bustle of the city that doesn’t sleep.
The lights strewn across Regents street
Such a contrast.
In this busyness
One can feel so insignificant.
Yet You choose to see us.
To even number the hairs upon my head.

A quiet street
A busy street

Silent morning
Noisy night

You are there.
You are here.
You are everywhere.

Open their eyes
Open my eyes