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Interview at a coffee shop

The two ladies sat across from one another as the one was interviewing the other.

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I thought of the brilliance of an interview in a coffee shop:

FOR THE PROSPECTIVE EMPLOYEE:
The ambiance of a coffee shop would make one feel comfortable.
Having coffee, generally relaxes people.
A public place is always a good place to meet.

FOR THE PROSPECTIVE EMPLOYER:
This gives the employer an opportunity to see how their “possible future” employee acts in ordinary life:
How do they treat the waiter or waitress?
Do they have manners: saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.
Do they pay attention to the name of the person who served them?
Do they take out their wallet first to pay for the coffees?
Do they give a tip?
How do they interact with the distractions and people around them.

I believe in all those things, one can get a good idea of a person, without the “usual” interview questions.

Do you agree?

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Long Drive Thinking

These cars backed up for miles
Making the once forty minute journey
Become a three hour one…
And as “Paradise” plays on the stereo
My mind drifts to you and I.

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(Not my pic! And the traffic today was far worse and in wet conditions.)

These long drives allow me to process things.
The song fades into the background.
The passengers chatter among themselves
And the volume of my thoughts increase

I thought about how we didn’t know that our last kiss
Would be the last one…
The many lasts we experienced, we didn’t particular think,
That that time would be it…

Looking back
The signs of “no go” where there
But we were stubborn, we were reckless.
We gave it a shot
“Shotgun” plays on the stereo…

I drift back to the steering wheel
Thankful for times to process things.
Because hiding the need to deal with this –
In busyness; would not be helpful.

Disclaimer:
I don’t write for an audience or for likes.
I don’t write for your attention.
I enjoy written words.
I write to help me unpack things.
If my thoughts and observations help another. Brilliant!
I heard this concept “the wounded healer”
I like that. We all carry wounds. With our wounds, we may even help others…

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These are the SMALL things I’ve given up in 2018 so far…

A few months in – those resolutions have probably been forgotten already…
But ask yourself? How have you evolved this year so far? How have you grown thus far?

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I was thinking today. These are three “small” things I let go of and have made a BIG impact in my life. That’s what I believe:

1) I sold my Xbox. Got rid of that serious addiction. I use to enjoy playing FIFA so often. Now that I don’t have that anymore I have so much more time for better things.

2) I gave up sugar in my coffee for Lent. Now that Lent is over, I still don’t have sugar in my coffee. Coffee tastes better now and I feel healthier anyway.

3) I dropped the word “just” from my speech.
I am not “just” a gap year coach. Or prior to that – I wasn’t “just” a youth pastor.
That word JUST can be so destructive.

So there you have it. Three small things I stopped. And they have brought about a big change in me.
Thankful.

What have you let go of this year, so far?

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The day time died (a piece)

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That day I looked at my wrist
I saw that my watch had stopped
Like a visual sign of you and I
The chapter coming to an end

The ticking seized.
As you and I had unravelled to this point.
It was not a battery issue.
More like, what does green go with anyway?

We had seconds and minutes and hours.
We had months and years.
We had moments.
Many good memories, I will keep.

Lessons learned.
Love felt.
But love, in our case was not enough.

The watch was discarded.
But I won’t discard the good times I had with you.
Thank you.

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Written

You said you wished you could fit into those love songs
That you hear on the radio
But who would want to be surrounded by verses and bridges
And choruses – what an ugly tangle that would be?

You said you never felt like the subject
Of those love songs (from me)
But how could I ever?
I never wrote darn songs

But what about all the hand written notes
I sometimes gave
In the cards,
Those were words I wrote

But again my words
Became a noise of vowels and consonants
The weight of spoken words
Took away the value of the written ones

I’m sorry for those words
My tongue got the better of me
So often
I can take them back…

But I know One who has the final Word.
And He was the first Word too.
I pray, that His words
Would sing over you the sweetest new song…

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A time to…

Tick…
My mind calls my attention to
The ancient wisdom found in the third chapter
“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens”
…tock

Tick…
Oh how true and relevant
There are good days
And there are sad days
And we won’t go back in time
…tock

Tick…
Today they said “I do”
And I am reminded of how we said “we’re done”
There is a time for everything
Good moments and bad.
…tock

Tick…
They announced the arrival of their little one to the world…
And our world has ended…
Life and it’s various clocks.
Each person holding a different time.
…tock

Tick…tock
Thankfully,
Time heals

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The closed door

Eddie’s voice from the stereo adds to the sombre feeling
The door to your things remains closed
Makes things easier
To deal with

The symbolism of a closed door
As if the last page of a book has been read
And the book placed down, closed

If this scene between us was a few chapters long,
I’m grateful for them
Would never tear them out the book

But as books can teach us something
I’d learn from it
And pray that your next story
Your next chapters would treat so much better

I stood in the room
Where that door leads
Its crazy how things can carry memories
The nostalgia and sadness arm wrestling for attention

But now I closed the door again
Makes the house smaller
But helps with the healing

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Technology and tiredness

I had this little thought earlier today.
Spending time with my students; I see that they are often tired.
I wondered why that is?

Yes, I think good sleep is necessary.
And definitely a healthy diet adds to healthy living.

But I think this is also the signs of the times that we’re in – with the advance of technology there is constantly a lot of “info overload”.

And there is a general life fatigue among people.

So perhaps, like this well known quote suggests:

“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” Anne Lamott

Maybe we need to do just that:

Take a walk along the beach. Leave your phone behind (no need to take another sunset over the ocean picture.)
Take your dog for a walk. Leave your phone at home (no need to update your status about walking your dog. We don’t care!)
Have a nap. (better still; lie on a blanket in your yard)
Go sit in the garden. Just sit. (Again, leave that darn phone behind)
Go sit in a coffee shop: with just you and the mug. (No, you don’t need to instagram what your coffee looks like. We’ve seen hundreds of those already.)
Go have a beer. Talk to strangers. or just sit there and watch the world go by.

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Speed kills (Can one be too driven?)

Met this barista on the weekend:

Coupled with a conversation with him and also some thoughts that have been swimming in my head for the past while… I thought of this:

(And weirdly, I think I have blogged something similar in the last few months. Just can’t recall exactly when…)

To have drive / to be driven is good.
But can one be too driven?

And could one mistake drive for passion?

(I don’t think they’re always the same thing.)

I guess, the word “driven” can carry negative connotations.

To be too driven could lead to:

seeing people as projects
seeing people as rungs to step upon
seeing people as a means to money

We push the whole “driven” thing too much in Christianity too:

are you be profitable for the kingdom?
are you winning souls for Jesus?
are you changing the world?


So this barista had a term he offered: “I don’t just offer coffee, I offer a lifestyle.”

I like that.

You see, after a bit of conversation, you’d know that this guy has own (and managed) six restaurants previously in Franschoek and other posh places.

Now he serves coffee from the back of his van in a town called Kleinmond.
He has a few tables in a parking lot.
People come for coffee and conversation.

I was so inspired.
He loves what he does. How he lives.
Nothing flashy… but his words were so life-giving.
And his coffee very good too.


Hear me out, to not be driven, doesn’t mean one must be lazy.

One should still work hard.
One should still show commitment to the task at hand.
Being passionate about requires of you to give your best too.

In Christianity we give young adults a complex after their teen years where we throw the “driven gospel” too much at them:

They are wrapped in guilt when they reach their mid twenties – wondering what good they have been for God?
Then we life involves work, dating or being married, focusing on kids – they feel guilty because they’re not “winning people for Jesus”

Stop it!

Christianity is relationship with Jesus.
Be passionate about that.

And that is simply loving well.
Living inspired and with wonder.
Helping your immediate circle of family and friends.
Being a good employee.
A kind friend.
A loving husband or wife.
An aware human being. Aware of the world around us: nature and people.

That’s my thoughts for now.

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Two Dances…

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The First Dance

Oh, how we have been stepping out of time for so long
I stub your toe
You do the same to me
We’ve been listening to different melodies for awhile now

When I took your hand
Hoping to lead this sweet move
How we got it all wrong
The swirl, the collision
I must have two left feet?

Where fingers once entwined
We now dance further than arms lengths away
These feet and more ache
So it’s time we took off these blue (was it red?) suede shoes?

The Second Dance

Dance, was Your idea all along
I come to You, head bowed
Sacred that I do it wrong,
Kicking Your shins

I look down, there is only one set of feet beneath me.
Am I dancing alone?
Would You put me on this floor to embarrass me?
NO!
You whisper: “Look down again”

My feet are not touching the ground.
I am standing on Your feet.
You’re leading me into a new dance.
Into a new song.

You hold me close.
I hear Your heartbeat.
Oh, how You love me.
Thank You for this dance.