My last few days have reminded me what tiredness feels like – setting up, doing the sound, and singing at the Dawsons’ conference, too hot to rest in the daytime, and 2 days driving have conspired against me a little – please pray that I would sleep when I get the chance, yeah? Thank you.
I’m now down at the bottom of the North Island, just by Wellington in Lower Hutt. I’ve been given my own little apartment to stay in for the week – how scary!! I now have to overcome feeling like I need to prove myself as somehow ‘worth it’, which is a weird one. Being ‘a poor missionary’ really teaches you how to say thank you sincerely!
I’ve been noticing how much rent God is saving me by keeping me homeless – nice! And I’ve starting realising that, if this (24-7 networking) really is ‘my job’, then I like it very much! And I might go out on a boat this afternoon! COME ON!!
x David x
The album’s done, and everyone enjoys the cover (close up). If you’d like one, that’d be great. My Dad’s going to handle money and orders and stuff, so you contact him:
email@example.com – 01404 813772
The idea of this is for fun and to help raise support for me. Hence, all prices are merely ‘suggestions’, y’know?
UK – £10 US – $15 NZ – $20 [includes postage and all that]
If you’re in NZ, it’ll probably be a lot easier to just ask me, rather than go via the other side of the world, so do that, yeah?
I’m off to have my values system shaken up again by Joy & John Dawson, see ya!
Hi there. I’m presently down in Tauranga, and will spend this week networking 24-7 people & getting stuff sorted & ready for our little Joy Dawson get together next weekend. Very nice. (I met a lady today who was in the same class as Auntie Joy at school – bless!)
But the really thrilling news in my life is that I’ve spent the last few days recording a little album! We just mixed it this evening, and I have a big smile (inside & outside) from the sheer joy & silliness of being a recording artist.
I thought I’d share the track listing with you, as some kind of exciting exclusive weblog-only preview (although of course, unless you’re one of the 3 people who’ve heard any of my songs, the following words will mean very little. Nevermind.) Here you go:
1. LOVING YOU
2. I LOVE
4. I’M YOUR BABY
5. HOW BEAUTIFUL
6. IN GRACE (for Maria C)
7. WHEN I SEE YOU FACE TO FACE
8. COME & REIGN
[plus a very special bonus track, suitable for very special annual celebrations …]
‘Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.
For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony.
It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.
It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.’
Thank you so much for praying, if you did. Man, I was so scared of going through immigration and having someone looking me in the eye and go, "You’ve already been here more than a year! How can you be a visitor?!" before deporting me.
But in the end, immigration took 30 seconds – a lovely Asian lady just got slightly confused that I wasn’t a newcomer, but took my passport and stamped it, and now I’m safe …
And that’s all you need to know for now. I’m jetlagged. Bye!
Leaving to fly back to New Zealand tomorrow. MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm …
Am looking forward to it for sure, but feeling all ‘funny’ and nervous too; about the journey I think, but it’s kind of hard to tell. I’d really appreciate it if you could pray for me, if you read this in time (I arrive in Auckland on Friday morning), that all manner of things shall be well. Thank you!
See you on the other side …
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realised that The Lord doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and asked him to forgive me.
I’ve often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.
I was doing some decorating, so I got out my step-ladder. I don’t get on with my real ladder.
A cement mixer collided with a prison van on the Kingston Pass. Motorists are asked to be on the lookout for 16 hardened criminals.
My Dad used to say ‘always fight fire with fire’, which is probably why he got thrown out of the fire brigade.
I saw six men kicking and punching the mother-in-law. My neighbour said ‘Are you going to help?’ I said ‘No, Six should be enough."
If we aren’t supposed to eat animals, then why are they made out of meat?
I think animal testing is a terrible idea; they get all nervous and give the wrong answers.
I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Happy New year, by the way …
Last night, the news was showing all these people doing ‘their bit’ to raise money for tsunami vistims and the relief effort (students getting clubs to donate their New Year’s Eve profits, footballers giving a week’s wages, and others just wandering around with buckets), followed by the beautiful 2 minute silence in London. I just thought it was wicked to see that, despite all our crap, the British really do have a genuine streak of compassion – such a humble way of starting a new year.
It’s amazing how disaster, death, and mourning can bring about such genuine unity around the world. I mean, LOADS of us have issues with oppression in Indonesia and sex-tourism in Thailand (etc.), but when a country’s on their knees, it’s almost impossible not to forget about that – tears are such a great leveller.
Written December 31st, 2002. Listen:
You’re the joy of my heart, but you break it all the time. You still steal yourself away, when you ought to be mine …
But I love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do. Yes I do
Every day you wake up and try to hurt me. Sometimes it’s pain to watch you live. I have drawn pictures of you and stuck them on my fridge. You don’t even look at all I want to give …
I’m so tired of staring at your back, but to glimpse your face now makes me cry. Now and then you smile and blow me a kiss, like that makes it all alright …
Yes, a fire still burns in my heart for you. This flame will not die down. Nothing counts except being loved, and I want to be with you now …
Cos I love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do. Yes I love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do. Yes I do.
Yes I do.