Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Release


Completely wiped from travelling but decided that I have to really press in and push in my writing, regardless of what is happening and how I feel…

there is release in my writing, release from the jumbled thoughts that don’t get out during the day
words that others can’t hear, words that I haven’t fully processed
release from thinking that I am crazy and no one feels the same way about things as I do
release from shouting above the crowds to be heard
release to not put on constraints or align with someone else
release to speak out the things that Father is pressing on me

I feel pressed right now.
Pressed with so much, so many thoughts going on, so much planning
And planning leads to worry
Because as I plan
I place expectations
Expectations of how things are going to work out
Expectations of how I will be, you will be, others will be
Expectations
That when shattered
Shatter a part of me
5.9 Richter scale
reminiscent of time in Nicaragua
where all was fine
and then all was shaken
ending unknown
panic gripped
fear took over

and now I worry
what will I eat
what will I wear
what will be my home
what will my “career” be
and I know you Father God
take care of the birds in the air
and I am person
made from your image
you delight in me
love overwhelming
hold future that seems so unclear and distant
in tiny cell of steady hand palm

yet nothing lifts the worry

Do I really know you?

For you are love and perfect love casts out all fear and so in the knowing of you, I know love and therefore I know
No fear

Yet fear and I walk hand in hand
On-again, off-again lovers
Who cannot be prized apart

Do I really trust you?

Do I really take your word and implant it not just in my head, but within the steely depths of my heart and keep it there safe so that it isn’t just words, it is who I am, it is me, it is my belief?

I can see you in others
And bring words of comfort to them
And show them you
In your fullness of glory

But is it really your fullness
If I am not full of you?

Friday, March 11, 2011

Legacy

This time with Steve’s dad is a bittersweet one.
We all know that our time on earth is relatively short,

somewhere between 80-100 years if we are fortunate.

So in a sense,
we are all dying,
each day a day closer to meeting our maker

But sickness has a way of bringing that to the forefront
Of putting the fragility of life right in our face

Brian & Ruth, through this past autumn, winter and now into spring
Have remained ever trusting in Father God
Faithfully reading His word daily
Relying on revelation by His holy spirit for a word to speak directly into their situation



They have not been failed by our God.

And Steve and I follow suit
Desperate clinging to Father
Asking Him to speak into this beautiful mess
This sweet
yet painful
Time

Daily reading, seeking, wanting a word...

This week I read of a king, rich materially, who was visited by those from an enemy state. He naively welcomes the adversary messengers sent to “wish him well” following his illness. Arrogantly, he tours them through his silver, gold, expensive oils, weapons and such, hiding nothing from their peering eyes.

He exposed himself to his foe.

A prophet (the spiritual equivalent of a psychic) comes along, shocked that he left nothing hidden from them and accurately predicts that all this will be taken from their land in the future.

The King has exposed his forthcoming descendents to their foe.

The Kings response:
“But surely nothing bad will happen in my lifetime.
I’ll enjoy peace and stability as long as I live.”

Do we seek wealth and security for just us or our future generations as well?

Do we think of relationships in terms of the offspring we will produce? Do we consider whether this will be a good union for them?

Do we look after our plot of land right now, or seek to create something sustainable for those to come?

Is only our country of matter, or do we look further afield to sow a seed?

When the photo albums of us are looked back on,
will the page turn swiftly
Hastily
When it comes to our picture?

Or will time be spent
Stroking our face tenderly
Reflecting on the love that was left behind
To a generation that never knew the sound of our voice?

We have no idea of the strength of this disease on Brian’s body

But we know of the strength
Impact
Legacy
Of his life on our future generations

His courage
Leadership
Hospitality
Compassion
Embarrassing anecdotes of Steve

These will live on far beyond his life

They will echo into the eternity of our family

They will be heard 
loudly
And embraced 
dearly



And peace and stability will endure,
long after his lifetime.



Thursday, January 13, 2011

Promise

A recent editorial in The Daily Mail (a British tabloid newspaper) stated that 2010 was: 




Throughout the year the newspaper reported a seeming record number of cases of infidelity in the celebrity world: Tiger Woods, Wayne Rooney, Peter Crouch, Tony Parker, Jesse James, Ashley Cole, Vernon Kay, Ronan Keating, Mark Owen…every high profile male it seemed was caught having his cake and eating if off a young blonde.

Don’t get me wrong and think I am about to launch into a man-hating rant. I vehemently believe in the following two things:

(1) Men aren’t always the bad guys.
Women cheat too (but I would argue that it appears to be less than men).

(2) It takes two to tango.
Besides every cheating husband/boyfriend is a mistress, struggling with issues of self worth. 

The editorial continued to discuss the reasons why these well-established males, aware that their every action was constantly commented on in the media, thought they could get away with such illicit affairs.

Was it arrogance, a sense that they were above the law, that they would never get caught?

Was it feelings of insecurity, their masculinity compromised by the meteoric rise of their successful wives, much more than a pretty accessory on the red carpet?  

Was it a lack of self-control; the opportunities were there, so why not take them?

My opinion?

It was, quite simply, that their vows meant nothing to them.

I have to be careful when I use the word “vow” as my brother-in-law will hastily bring up the fact that I made a slip during my wedding. Within our self-scribed vows I clumsily declared to Steve:

 “I will love you not because I want to but because I have to.”





Needless to say, I learnt the hard way that the words we say have significance and meaning.

Our words, in one breath, can bring life to a relationship:

“Of course, I want to thank my wife…she given me three amazing boys…the support... she is truly an inspiration for me every single day.”
- David Beckham (on accepting a lifetime achievement award for sports in December) -

And in the next sentence bring death to both the relationship and their character:

“I did not have sexual relations with that woman.”
- Bill Clinton (on claims of extra-marital relations)


“I take you,
to have and to hold from this day forward,
for better or for worse,
for richer or for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish
'til death do you part.”

Vows, in this society, don’t mean much.
It seems it is no longer honorable to be a person who sticks to their convictions and their word.

Cheaters are studs living the Lou Bega dream: “…a little bit of Sandra in the sun, a little bit of Mary all night long...”

Character, it seems, is not as important as charisma.

And our world is suffering.

The institute for the Study of Civil Society states the effects on all the family when a biological father is absent:
  • Lone mothers are more likely to be poorer than their married counterparts, to suffer from stress & depression, have health problems and more problems interacting with their children.
  • Children are more likely to live in poverty and deprivation, have more trouble in school, more trouble getting along with others, higher risk of health problems and more likely to run away from home.
  • Teenagers are more likely to experience problems with sexual health, become teenage parents, offend, smoke, drink alcohol, take drugs, leave school at 16 and have adjustment problems.
  • Young adults are less likely to attain qualifications, more likely to experience unemployment, have low incomes and be on income support, experience homelessness, suffer long-term emotional and psychological problems and divorce or dissolve their cohabiting unions.


There are always exceptions to the rule.

Your foundation in life does not define you.
But your foundation in life shapes a lot of who you are.

Our society needs men who stand by their words.
The young men need to see older men who model it.

Young men need mentors.
Old men need to realize they are being watched.

“Do not shoot off your mouth, or speak before you think. Over-talk shows you up as a fool. When you tell God you’ll do something, do it-now.”

If you believe in God enough to have a wedding in a church, then believe in God enough to know there is sanctity in your wedding vows.

If you believe in Jesus enough to swear on his name to show your honesty, then believe enough to know that He may just hold you to it.

Where are the men who will rise up?

Where are the promise keepers not the heart breakers?

I know there are a lot of bad apples.
I’ve been hurt by them.
I’ve cried over them.
I’ve cursed the day they were created.

But these truths have risen like a phoenix from the ashes:

I believe in men.
I believe there is a reason Father God created them first, and women second.
I believe they are better than the newspapers portray them.
I believe they are the leaders of our families.
I believe that they can love unconditionally.
I believe that they can be faithful.

The moment I buy into the lie of the year of the love rat, that men are unable to be monogamous, that men will not commit, that there’s no such thing as a “good man”, I declare that there is no future.

And that is something I just don’t believe.

“It is far better not to vow in the first place than to vow and not pay up.”

I hope more men make that vow.

For the sake of the generations to come.
For the hope of our society.

And because I have a lot of beautiful single female friends that I am trying to marry off.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Big Difference

Father God has been speaking to me yesterday and today about the fraility of life...and then I read this blog entry from a dear friend Hannah who is serving in Zambia, working in schools and I HAD to put it up!! This is a word for all of us, to appreciate the life we have, strive for greater and bigger things and seek to bring change to those around us.

For those of you on Pais, use this to trigger conversations with the young people you work with
For those who are young people, compare your lives to the zambia students 
For all of us, think about whether the life we are living is really making a difference...

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I’m constantly struck by the differences between Schools Work in the UK and Schools Work in Zambia. The basic methods are the same: assemblies, clubs and discipleship groups, but the atmosphere is entirely different; not just continents apart but worlds apart!

I’m certainly missing the efficiency of the schools in the UK but I’m finding that the actual work, in some ways, is much easier here. This is most noticeable in the discipleship groups. While sometimes in the UK it seemed like a struggle to get people to join, in Zambia the students (aged from12-16) take the responsibility of running the groups much more seriously. They form committees; they meet after school in their own time; they have small praise teams and they expect you to come and speak to them for up to an hour. And they’re more enthusiastic than most churches I’ve seen in the UK! So why is this? Is it because UK teenagers are ashamed? Or do they just not care?

I think the difference is that in Zambia the frailty of life is a reality and therefore Jesus, and the hope that he brings, becomes much more of a reality too. In the UK teenagers can rightly assume that they will have bright futures, where nearly anything is possible, and then die when they are old and their lives are complete. Jesus is for later. Here though, futures aren’t always promised to be bright. Life will be hard, and often short.

I was thinking today, as I drove to work, how many funerals I have attended in my 27 years. The total was four, maybe five. There were my two grandparents, both over 80; a couple of old people from church; a friend’s father. Five. And I have never been to a funeral of anybody under 70 years old. Maybe I’m just lucky but I suspect that is the case for many people my age. Here though, death is everywhere. I drive past two graveyards on the way to work: every other day, sometimes every day, I pass a funeral party or a freshly dug grave. The notice boards at school have weekly obituaries. Parents regularly have to bury their own children.

So maybe that’s the difference. Maybe in the west life is just an assumption and not a gift. Maybe we could learn to treasure each moment and make the most of each opportunity that we are fortunate enough to have.

And let’s not stop praying that someday the futures of young Zambians could look as bright as God intended them to be.