The value of stories should never been underestimated.
As a small group of us sat sipping our hot chocolate and eating delicious cookies, ( Thanks Ana)
we listen to four men tell stories of brokenness, recovery, relapse and Grace, Mercy,Love, Forgiveness and second chances.
These men also work together, not because they love money, or power, no, rather because together as they mow, paint, weed gardens or build fences, they encourage each other, support each other and share in the Grace, Mercy, Love,Pain, Forgiveness and second chances, they share on the journey.
The Good News in action, practice, purposeful and real.
It has been said you can put a bow-tie on a billy goat but you can’t put a brain in a monument??!!
I have been asked what that means, my response, what do you understand it to mean??
I meet people who maybe considered by some to be ‘derelict’, ‘lazy’, “hopeless’ and …., well you get the drift, but, have a grasp on life many who search for hidden and deep meaning in sayings don’t.
Sitting with ‘M’ after a memorial service for a mate, he looked at me and said “life is a mystery”.
We get so busy searching for reasons for this and that, trying to understand why people do and think the way they do, that we sometimes forget, we are mere mortals and that there are some things we will never comprehend.
So remember what my mate “M’ said, life is a mystery, now get on with life!!!!
You can’t tell me there is no mystery Mystery Mystery You can’t tell me there is no mystery It’s everywhere I turn
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright Snow lies bright Snow lies bright Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright Can set my heart to burn
Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space Star-strewn space Star-strewn space Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space Behind the eye holes in his face
Infinity always gives me vertigo Vertigo Vertigo Infinity always gives me vertigo And fills me up with grace
I was built on a Friday and you can’t fix me You can’t fix me You can’t fix me
I was built on a Friday and you can’t fix me Even so I’ve done okay
So grab that last bottle full of gasoline Gasoline Gasoline
Grab that last bottle full of gasoline Light a toast to yesterday
And don’t tell me there is no mystery Mystery Mystery And don’t tell me there is no mystery It overflows my cup
This feast of beauty can intoxicate Intoxicate Intoxicate This feast of beauty can intoxicate Just like the finest wine
So all you stumblers who believe love rules Believe love rules Believe love rules Come all you stumblers who believe love rules Stand up and let it shine Stand up and let it shine