God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end.
Life is about changes and learning to enjoy the adventure of journeying in life with Him. I can't see what's ahead and have no way of controlling how things will go. I can only trust Him, that He makes all things beautiful in its time.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Very Berry Summer
Dinner at my place.
From the left: Daniel, Betty (went to Grandville Island together) and Michael, a Malaysian from DUMC who was invited to join us. We're all staying in the same residence. Daniel and Betty will be returning to Singapore but Michael will be here for a year.
Wild raspberry. Found raspberries, blackberries (see below) and even gooseberries growing wild around the campus.
Berries - strawberries, blackberries, raspberries and cheeries!
One of my fav spots on campus.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Friendship and Fellowship
I had the opportunity to spend a day with two friends last Sunday, one of whom I met on Sunday on the way to church. He’s a Singaporean Anglican minister. We worshipped together at
Journey of Faith
As we walked we found that the trails were not very long and we soon found ourselves at the edge of the forest. We had a choice of either walking back to the church from the road or retracing our steps with the trail. So we took the road and made our way back to the church, only to start on a new trail. We were busy enjoying ourselves throughout our hike and even stop to pick berries as we went along. When we were walking along the road after the last trail, we weren’t quite sure where we were or which direction we should be heading. We walked for a while until we saw an entrance to another section of the trails, when we decided we would use that to try to get us back to the church. We kept walking, trusting our instincts and sense of direction to lead us as this section of the trail didn’t look familiar at all. We knew we were kind of lost but I didn’t sense any fear between us. The thought that neither of us had a cellphone crossed my mind – no GPRS!
Friday, July 08, 2005
This God
This God could be born under the tyrants Augustus and Herod.
This God could accept the smells of shepherds, and the extravagances of political emissaries.
This God could start life a vulnerable hunted child born into scandal.
This God could grow up under foreign domination and among terrorists and outcasts.
This God could sit in the street playing marbles.
This God could wear with pride the calloused splintered hands of an honest workman building the houses and fixing the furniture of half-castes, outcasts and bigots.
This God could ask his cousin to baptise him along with the rest of the crowd.
This God could make the best vintage Pinot Noir or Cabernet Sauvignon even when the guests were too drunk to know the difference.
This God could befriend a bloke in a tree with small man syndrome.
This God could enjoy a prostitute washing his feet, giving her his full and undivided attention, and ignoring the eye-rolling of lawyers and theologians.
This God could spend a whole night making a whip to crack over the backs of con artists who rip-off the poor.
This God could wrap the greatest truths in the simplest stories, and put a sting in the tail of every yarn.
This God could let himself hang on a tree, nails tearing at his sinews, blood, faeces and urine running down his legs.
This God could invite women to be the first to know that he was back.
This God could delay his own glorious homecoming long enough for a bite of breakfast on the beach and a yarn with an old mate to let him know there were no hard feelings and to pass on his mantle.
This God could take his own story and give it the most surprising ending.
This God, this God, is worth knowing.
This God could reach into the crevices of my soul to bring to life the longings I smother so pathetically and recklessly with shame and excuses.
This God could raise me up to life with him.
This God could give me every blessing he could give himself.
This God could draw me out of my petty self-interest without a hint of a 'tut-tut', a frown, or a patronising smile.
This God could be more infuriating and fascinating and gobsmacking than any god I could ever make up.
This God could love my obsessiveness and overlook my forgetfulness.
This God could laugh and cry with me, and come play with me.
This God could make me his glory.
This God could love me.
This God make my heart good.
This God could trust me.
This God could never be safe, but always be good.
This God, this God, is worth knowing.
This God I want to know.
This God I know in the face and Spirit of Jesus.
- by Mark Strom.
Mark is one of the visiting faculty (Principal of NZ Bible College) for the Summer School and shared this at an evening public lecture this week. You can tell he is an Australian from the terms used. I think this is so cool.