A Look On Life
Ok, so i haven't updated in 8 days. You may well be asking, "is he dead?"
But stop your worrying please! I am not yet dead. I have much to talk about.
It all started back in 1993 when i was a stripping young five year old.....ok not that much to talk about...
Last friday was a night for the whole family, the church family and the community family, to come together and battle each other in groups of 6 for the supreme right to be named the winner of the 2006 quiz evening. My team did not win. I KNOW! shocking! err... you can close your mouth now. Thankyou. I'll tell you what though, there were some pretty tough questions in there. And i really think my team needs to work on their musical knowledge. There's no I in team. I don't need to work on it, i knew all the answers, i was just giving all the other teams a fair chance...well if you're reading this in the early hours of the morning i'll tell you know, i'm just kidding. Right, lets do away with the quiz night, other than the mention of thanks to Jas and Amy who did a brilliant job of putting it together, and the mention that if you know absolutely everything about music then i am happy, estactic in fact, to sign you up for my next year's team.
So, Friday faded as the sun hid behind the horizon. We watched a movie as the day gave way to night. Fighting Temptations. I liked the movie, it was quite relevant to the verses i've been reading in the Bible lately.
But the night had to once again give way to morning, for that was how God intended it to be. And night knows not how to disobey. So Saturday came. And Saturday was a day of preparation for the day of pentecost. We learned, we listened and we discussed. The Spirit of God was with us on Saturday just as the Lord promised us it would be all those years ago. And i learned, i learned that storytelling is an art. I learned techniques of storytelling and it helped me. I write poetry, and being able to write is important to me, it allows me to express things i know i cannot express in any other way. It allows me to, even though i do not share my poems, document my history, my thoughts, my feelings. My poems help me to speak to God. And in the evening the lights dimmed and Peter and Joyce broke ice with fire, the fire that together we cast upon the ice altar. And we drank and ate in communion with reverence and silence to the King of Kings as the spirit came upon that place. It was worship and i worshipped Him. How could i not? He left His life that i might have mine, i was not my own. I was in deep gratitude for the things He had done, for the people He had placed in my life, for the Love i had been showed and was yet to be showed. How could i not? But the night had to end, and i had to go home.
Sunday morning i was txting in the early hours. Talking to someone who truly felt human. I knew that feeling and though my words may not have done comfort i am sure my prayers were healing hands. Sunday morning was delayed that morning, not because the birds did not sing at their time, but because my ears did not want to listen. And because of that, i was late for church. Luckily there was a confession box at the back of the church...just kidding. Sunday afternoon meant work and fortunetly Sunday's work was easy and my finish was not so delayed as my getting up. The evening service was run by Simon the story-teller. Or was it? I'm forgetting because i didn't write a blog on Sunday!! Too long ago!!
But Monday came, and i thanked God, for the first time in my life, for the Queen. Why? because i got to sleep in. My weeked was busy and i needed the sleep i had been deprived of. So Thankyou Betty. And thank God for you and your public holiday that we might not forget you.
Looking back on my weekend i think i probably should have fitted some homework in there sometime.
Tonight was youthgroup and we acted out plays of Jesus' healing. Jesus healing the demon-possessed boy with the believing father and Jesus healing the man on the strecher who was lowered through the roof.
Other things on my mind lately have been my assignments that i haven't yet finished and my upcoming formal of which i have still to get a date for. Other than that my life is great and dandy*(not sure what that means but it sounds like it fits in here)
That is my look on life
until next time,
Janei
But stop your worrying please! I am not yet dead. I have much to talk about.
It all started back in 1993 when i was a stripping young five year old.....ok not that much to talk about...
Last friday was a night for the whole family, the church family and the community family, to come together and battle each other in groups of 6 for the supreme right to be named the winner of the 2006 quiz evening. My team did not win. I KNOW! shocking! err... you can close your mouth now. Thankyou. I'll tell you what though, there were some pretty tough questions in there. And i really think my team needs to work on their musical knowledge. There's no I in team. I don't need to work on it, i knew all the answers, i was just giving all the other teams a fair chance...well if you're reading this in the early hours of the morning i'll tell you know, i'm just kidding. Right, lets do away with the quiz night, other than the mention of thanks to Jas and Amy who did a brilliant job of putting it together, and the mention that if you know absolutely everything about music then i am happy, estactic in fact, to sign you up for my next year's team.
So, Friday faded as the sun hid behind the horizon. We watched a movie as the day gave way to night. Fighting Temptations. I liked the movie, it was quite relevant to the verses i've been reading in the Bible lately.
But the night had to once again give way to morning, for that was how God intended it to be. And night knows not how to disobey. So Saturday came. And Saturday was a day of preparation for the day of pentecost. We learned, we listened and we discussed. The Spirit of God was with us on Saturday just as the Lord promised us it would be all those years ago. And i learned, i learned that storytelling is an art. I learned techniques of storytelling and it helped me. I write poetry, and being able to write is important to me, it allows me to express things i know i cannot express in any other way. It allows me to, even though i do not share my poems, document my history, my thoughts, my feelings. My poems help me to speak to God. And in the evening the lights dimmed and Peter and Joyce broke ice with fire, the fire that together we cast upon the ice altar. And we drank and ate in communion with reverence and silence to the King of Kings as the spirit came upon that place. It was worship and i worshipped Him. How could i not? He left His life that i might have mine, i was not my own. I was in deep gratitude for the things He had done, for the people He had placed in my life, for the Love i had been showed and was yet to be showed. How could i not? But the night had to end, and i had to go home.
Sunday morning i was txting in the early hours. Talking to someone who truly felt human. I knew that feeling and though my words may not have done comfort i am sure my prayers were healing hands. Sunday morning was delayed that morning, not because the birds did not sing at their time, but because my ears did not want to listen. And because of that, i was late for church. Luckily there was a confession box at the back of the church...just kidding. Sunday afternoon meant work and fortunetly Sunday's work was easy and my finish was not so delayed as my getting up. The evening service was run by Simon the story-teller. Or was it? I'm forgetting because i didn't write a blog on Sunday!! Too long ago!!
But Monday came, and i thanked God, for the first time in my life, for the Queen. Why? because i got to sleep in. My weeked was busy and i needed the sleep i had been deprived of. So Thankyou Betty. And thank God for you and your public holiday that we might not forget you.
Looking back on my weekend i think i probably should have fitted some homework in there sometime.
Tonight was youthgroup and we acted out plays of Jesus' healing. Jesus healing the demon-possessed boy with the believing father and Jesus healing the man on the strecher who was lowered through the roof.
Other things on my mind lately have been my assignments that i haven't yet finished and my upcoming formal of which i have still to get a date for. Other than that my life is great and dandy*(not sure what that means but it sounds like it fits in here)
That is my look on life
until next time,
Janei
posted by Rayd at 9:41 pm
6 Comments:
"It all started back in 1993 when i was a stripping young five year old.....ok not that much to talk about..."
Okay, I hope you mean "a strapping young five year old"
A stripping 5 year is a whole different post me thinks.
that is quite a mistake i've made. lol. Although there is this one story...
Well i won't go into details but it does involve the school pool, toilets at one end of the pool and changing rooms at the other, getting changed and needing to go to the toilet. I won't say anymore.
Bah! Every 5 year old has a storey like that....errrmm, apparently....
it's just a shame that you have the same story from when you were 18 Andrew! ;p
hehe, i'm haven't hit 18 yet so he's talking about you Busch. Care to elaborate on your..er.. experience Andrew?
Matty J is talking through a hole in his head.
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