Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely,
Because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life!!
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wilder seas
Where storm will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push us in the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.
This we ask in the name of our
Captain, who is Jesus Christ.
Sir Francis Drake (1577)
As you may or may not be aware, NZ has a great legacy/heart for doing welcomes really well.
This morning, me & Kat went to the airport to collect our friend Mari (arriving back from Britain); it was quite ceremonial: dunkin donuts, flowers, moccachinos, hugs, freestyle little-dance-of-joy in arrivals etc. (and we’re not even Maori!)
This is why you need to come …
It’s a funny world, when your JOB is mainly to hang out with people and chat about the things that are precious to you. I’ve started wondering what I actually have a heart for: are the things that I talk about actually ‘on my heart’, or is it just that they were a couple of months ago and I haven’t stopped to check since?
Yeah, I don’t really feel like I have a heart for anything much just now. Talking about precious things often seems to make them less precious, doesn’t it? MMMMmmmmmmm …
I’m quite peopled-out at the moment too (it’s been that kind of week – lots of fantastic stuff with fantastic people, but I don’t want people any more). It would be nice to go away and find somewhere that Jesus lives.
Have a nice day!
Yes, so I thought I better say how amazing and life-changing our weekend was, just in case you get the idea that some things that I touch don’t turn to gold.
It’s sad I know, but I’m afraid I have to report that this one turned to gold as well – and a very nice shade of gold too. I love 24-7: what a joy that we got together (from all over the place) to spend a whole weekend meeting together as ’24-7 NZ people’, and then managed to completely avoid talking about prayer rooms and Moravians and mustard seeds and Carla Trundle 😉
And instead, we prayed for people on the streets, sang a song from Vanuatu, ate meals, told stories, cried a bit, made a fire, talked about ‘journeys’, invented a game (called aquatic ping pong cricket, or aquacket for short), and made no plans whatsoever. It was lovely!
The ‘plan’ for the weekend was (as you might have come to expect with me) to remain as unplanned and deconstructed as possible; to just be family together and see where God took us. Who’d have thought that THAT could work?! And the best thing (or one of them, anyway) was that we did all that without existing in Christianland (where the birds sing Psalms, the angels play cricket, and the rivers run with communion wine).
On Sunday morning, one of the guys was crying so hard cos he was feeling ‘the tearing of having to say goodbye’. Man, that’s amazing. We really had become a family, in just a day and a half.
I wont say any more now. But I do like my job; it’s fun!
Hi hi hi …
Lord knows what’s going to happen (I’m hoping that we’ll have most of our ‘meetings’ in the pool), but this weekend is our first-of-it’s-kind gathering for 24-7prayer people from around the North Island. If you see this in time, I’d love it if you could pray for us, and blow on us …
from the ashes a fire is awoken
a light from the shadows shall spring
renewed shall be blade that was broken
the crownless again shall be king
Oh yes, all of that – I want to be a Knight!
I woke up early this morning and was reading The Vision & The Vow, and I got to the part that Pete Greig starts talking about the Honourable Order of the Mustard Seed. It’s so right on. The Moravians used ‘no man liveth for himself’ as their slogan, and I love it. I searched it out (it’s in Romans 14, btw) and then was thinking about looking in My Utmost for His Highest, to see what Oswald says about it, but I didn’t; it was time to go.
And then, an hour or so later, I had a moment free in my car, so I checked out today’s entry. Would you like to guess what it was about?!!
God is good at funny things like that.
Yesterday, I was ‘in church’ (a phrase that I love so much) and spent the first half an hour or so wanting to knock down all the pews (yes, we’re that old-school), rip up the projector screen, burn the flipping PA system, and jump on the guitars. And then they started talking about the possibilities of the church buying a building, which made me want to go and firebomb that too.
Also, I was very much wanting to swear very loudly into the microphone (I would have if I’d had been at the Eccles ;), just to S T R E T C H people a little bit and see if they really love Jesus, or just churchy-niceness.
I flipping hate meetings.
And really, what was/is going on with me is that I can’t handle all the stuff that gets in the way and weighs us down. I started thinking about life-with-God as quite a simple, small email (about 4KB, y’know?) that we decide to be all grown up and help, by adding all these attachments (another 2 or 3MB worth of sound files, projector slides, word files, database info etc.) which take up so much space and get us focusing on all the good-but-unnecessary stuff. Which is why I would like to burn lots of stuff and swear at people.
Being intense can be rather interesting sometimes.
And then the guy who was speaking talked about the Army of people all around the world that God is raising up, and the tide of new prayer movements that are about to sweep NZ, and the type of life that we (the Church) are going to have to start living, which made me feel rather cornered! (cos I know that THAT is what I’m here for, but I need to know what NOT to do.) I was quite up for standing on my flipping pew and screaming at people, by that point, but that’ll come …
And then I went home.