I'm not musical, i worship quite a bit and yet probably not enough, and yet somewhere in these trailings i seem to have become entangled with a foundation who's very purpose is to grow the musical aspect of worship, to enlighten it's excelence and tune it's theological reasoning. As i wandered the rooms of gospel and history, the forfathers and the forward thinkers at an mwf event yeaterday i saw the world through a screen. attached to me were two video cameras, two eyes on the world, both looking at the same event but both seeing a varying perspective. the coming days brings a chance for me to re-live moments, snatches of time held suspended on tape and in bites. to see the event afresh and yet in an old way, in a looking back way. this week also brings a trip to London and with it the destination of next years mission trip. I wait suspended in this video clip waiting for the next to start. the chance to see the church working and living and community growing in another country and setting, to see the familiar and old and yet ultimatly new and fresh. christmas will be a duel camera affair this year as one camera focuses on the celebration and festivity that surrounds the season here, while the other lense is clearly focused on that tunnels end, that new horizon and the journey i will make to it.
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once again the light is beautiful here. i love days when the sky resumes it's primary color and the dancing light bounces off the crayon box shades of grass and bark and stone. work's been slow this week. twiddling my thumbs and watching the world pass through the double layered glass is far from the days i had imagined. I'm a traveling companion abandoned, a soul to wander until I'm once again called to walk alongside another. but there is a deeper beauty than the light I'm watching, or the wanderings I'm making. for these wanderings are a healing moment, a letting go moment, a time i know that is drawing to a close and in it's completion we are both more alive. able to live and learn and cope alone, to venture out without anothers steps to accompany. twirl out of the dance to learn a new formation, a new trip into the light fantastic, knowing that the reason the dance continues is to acknowledge that light. the mist hangs heavy this bonfire night, the sky of smudged charcoal has darkened to coal grey and the childs play of glitter sprinkled over the undecipherable mist of fog and cloud that hangs in the gloom. tonight i sit beside the warmth of my bedclothes and the metallic strip that emits warms to the room. to be honest i'm not the biggest fan of bonfire night, or the glee in the non-event that guy faulks failed to achieve, nor the blistering cold that cuts into your fingers. but again i love it's presence, it's reminder of the British love of the underdog, the sense that in the deepest darkest night we shout at the darkness and create light. firework theology is a well blogged favorite of mine and this absurd celebration a reminder of why. but this year my mind is not as much on the fireworks as the ground below them, the sleepy houses and mittened children, the duffel coats and hot chocolate waiting on their return. My mind draws me to those who would be equally astounded by the glitter in the darkness but more grateful for a bowl of food, a sleeping bag or warm blanket, a roof that kept the winds that chill from their meager bedclothes. tonight i'm sitting remembering the event i took place in less that fourteen bitter nights ago, beneath the stars in a field where castoff packaging became walls and windows, twigs secured ropes, and nourishment became luxury. a poor reminder or assimilation of slum living but a call all the same to remember that in the self inflicted bitterness of these nights where we for once acknowledge the softness of the sofa and warmth of the building when we return, that we must also thank god for that experience, that luxury and the richness of his blessing. |
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October 2014
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