MAKE TIME TO TAKE TIME
MAKE TIME TO TAKE TIME
|Easter Saturday Vigil|
What happens when a few people,with no idea of what they are really doing, don’t seek notoriety or claim success, are aware of their own ‘issues’ and failings, take risks, love people and seek to see where God is and join in??……….. well you get something like this…
children hiding chocolate eggs in the park for other children,whose parents score their ‘stuff’ in this park, where dispossessed people meet, hot chocolate, hot x buns and conversation for those whose backyard this is, a meeting place during the day to converse as together we share life in the simple day to day stuff………….
broken people in a broken world
working on mending together
offering hope where it would appear
there is none to be found
light where often there is only darkness
love where love is often lost
Ok Ive had my coffee now and Im ready!!
After returning from a two week holiday it has been a rude shock getting back into work and the ‘normal’ routine.
Just five days after returning I along with my partner (The Ruth), officiated at a wedding, it was a little over an hours drive, so we decided rather than come home after the practice run we would stay with friends and drink coffee.
It has been 4years since we last spent time with them, so it was a great time of eating and talking, oh and coffee !!
As we chatted about what events both personally and globally had taken place since we last spoke it wasn’t long until wefound ourselves in familiar territory, as we drank coffee.
|sorry this is really bad!!|
Issues of strained or broken relationships, conflicts in work environments along with confronting family matters, all part of the challenges we face and we deal with the stuff of life, as we drank coffee.
It is so good to have people who are able to share the stuff of life, both difficult and joyful with us, more importantly, having been entrusted with this stuff we need to be trustworthy.
just a few days later i was asked if i would pick up a person I had known for around fourteen years who was just being released from jail. i was honoured to reconnect with this person as we begin to journey together to connect in with community.
When my two children were younger, we had a friend over every Monday night for the evening meal.
Some nights he would not turn up, others he would turn up manic.
He would sometimes, ask for some Dylan to be played, and he would sit and write a song or a poem, then leave.
He would sometimes walk to a nearby town, which was an hours drive away, there and back drinking only water.
Some Monday nights over dinner we would talk about a range of stuff, some nights he would just eat.
Some nights, his place at the table empty, we would wonder where he was and how he was doing.
Sadly our friend died some time later, in dubious circumstance.
For him ‘normal’ was different than we understood normal, and as the children set the table each Monday night, there was always a place set for him, just incase he turned up.
He was loved and is missed.
That is a line from a movie I watched last week and that one line has caused me to think about, why and what I do on the street.
This is not to say providing food, clothing,meals and conversation or friendship is not a good thing.
For me however, it goes to motive.
Why do I do what I do?
Is it the best for the other, does it bring new life or indeed a ‘better’ life??
Those are the questions I am asking myself.