MAKE TIME TO TAKE TIME
MAKE TIME TO TAKE TIME
I was challenged as to how and why I do what i do as i loiter.
I was challenged as to my responsibility in the communities i live and move, so now I’m back on my feet, i need to implement the “KISS’ method…….
KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID!!!!!
|It is said that beauty is “skin deep”.|
|It is said ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’.|
|It is said ‘Man looks on the outward appearance, God looks at the heart?.|
A lot is said about ‘image’.
Image it has been said is ‘everything’.
Not sure about you but I reckon ‘reflection’ is more important.
Whose or what ‘image’ do you and i reflect???
Its 645 am on an overcast Tuesday morning, people are out, running, riding, exercising or rowing along the yarra river. People every where are rushing to work or going about their daily business,
not me I’m loitering, with a thermos of hot chocolate blended from several ingredients in my hands.
The homes under the bridge are silent as residents sleep, stirring occasional, unaware of the activity, seagulls wait impatiently for them to stir as they await the crumbs of their food.
I sit quietly, waiting, watching and contemplating, as the residents continue their slumber.
After some time I leave the thermos and cups at the entry to the home under the bridge and go about the day, wondering who will i meet today, whose story will i hear and what will become of the hot chocolate??
For the past few weeks Bubba has been posting his blog on the sentence “Be still and know that I am God.” Every week he has been taking a word or two off –
Today we end with BE.
There are so many things to be
I’m sure you can add more to that list.
Sometimes though, it’s just good to be. That’s it, just be. Sit and think and be. We don’t do enough of that. We are so caught up with meetings and deadlines and what’s on next that we forget to be.
So this week take a little time to sit and to
but also to just be.
(Couldn’t resist this!!!)
A recent conversation on the street went like this.
Giday mate ( Australian greeting) what do you do for a living?
I loiter with intent, I replied, and you?
I am a mercenary in South Africa Game Parks, shooting poachers, came the reply,
I love the travel and the adrenalin rush!!
I was then offered a pouch of tobacco and papers to roll a cigarette, which I politely refused, as I prefer cigars!!
Its a bad habit anyway came the response, that and amphetamines have been my downfall exclaimed the stranger!!
We chatted for a little longer and as we parted company , it got me thinking about the strangers story.
Did it matter if it was not true? I figured it didn’t , what was important, was the fact the story was true for him, and it was important for me to listen to it, allowing the stranger to be heard.
Sometimes we are not good at hearing others stories, believing our own are more important.
I recently, heard someone exclaim that they did not understand people leaving church because they had been hurt by it, ‘no one has been hurt more by the church than me’!! they said, and I still believe in it and attend.
Responses like this stop others from telling their story, because it seems no longer important!!
If we fail to listen, we fail to care.
While the strangers story may not have been true, he was allowed to tell it and maybe just maybe its the only time someone gets to hear it.
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.
These are the words on banner at the intersection in a local suburb.
Apart from making assumptions about ‘gender’ it assumes most people are ignorant of God.
I wonder who it is to ‘blame’ for this apparent ignorance?
I wonder if people like you and I are so busy being busy, we fail to show people what God is like?
If people don’t encounter God in us they may just ‘find’ God elsewhere, or maybe God finds them, maybe even in the ‘darkness’??
How do people have to ‘act’ or ‘look like us’, for us to determine if they ‘know God’?