a time for Righteous Swearing

Right.  So, on friday night/saturday morning my car got stolen, and the police found it blah blah blah …

I’ve just been to collect it, and it was one of THOSE experiences.  Firstly, I just couldn’t get a lift, and was getting all scared that it’d have to stay overnight and cost me even more (note: my insurance ran out last week while I was away).  The lovely Canadian Derek volunteered to take me, and on the way back (yes, it still works fine; it’s just that the lock and the ignition are pretty screwed.  And they took my cuddly toys), he managed to go into the towbar of the truck in front of him – DOUBLE TROUBLE!!

Not really a happy story, is it?  And of course, what I’m supposed to do is get annoyed/angry/morose/embittered/twisted etc. and take a vow of poverty to make up for not doing my insurance.  But I’m not going to – screw The Man and his demonic subserviants!

[this is the point at which I am contemplating ‘righteous swearing’ – making v-signs at satan etc.]

So yeah, if it’s all good with them, I’m hoping to take Derek and his fabulous wife out for dinner, spend money on them and on myself, have a WONDERFUL evening, feasting and laughing and living like we were made to.  As it says here …


Do not fret because of evil men or be envious of those who do wrong; for like the grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away.

Trust in the LORD and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.

Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it leads only to evil.  For evil men will be cut off, but those who hope in the LORD will inherit the land.  A little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look for them, they will not be found.  But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace.

The wicked plot against the righteous and gnash their teeth at them; but the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming.

The wicked draw the sword and bend the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright. But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken.

Better the little that the righteous have than the wealth of many wicked; for the power of the wicked will be broken, but the LORD upholds the righteous. The days of the blameless are known to the LORD, and their inheritance will endure forever. In times of disaster they will not wither; in days of famine they will enjoy plenty. But the wicked will perish: The LORD’s enemies will be like the beauty of the fields, they will vanish—vanish like smoke.

The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous give generously; those the LORD blesses will inherit the land, but those he curses will be cut off.

If the LORD delights in a man’s way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.

I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread. They are always generous and lend freely; their children will be blessed.

Turn from evil and do good; then you will dwell in the land forever.

on an afternoon like today

I know this is going to be hard for some people to take, but sometimes, you just need to listen to Bryan Adams.

You REALLY do!!

Sometimes, there’s a spot inside you that needs hitting, and the only person capable of hitting it is a certain Canadian stood astride the middle of the road, singing "Love is all that I need, and I found it there in your heart."

What a joy it is to have your prejudices removed so that such joy is within your reach …

nightly perils

When a light-sleeper (such as myself, to take a random example) decides not to wear his (or her, but in this case, his) ear plugs on any given night (such as last night), it does have certain benefits.  Yet even those benefits may not be considered wholly beneficial.

A story, illustrating my point:

David (a handsome young man in his twenties) was in such a situation not so long ago, and he discovered that the whining of a mosquito coming in for the kill was detectable to his unconscious but un-plugged ears.  He would be awoken, thereby saving him from rising in the morning having had all the blood sucked out of him.  A benefit, certainly.  Yet unfortunately, this particular night was a friday night, and so the mozzies were out-on-the-town (as they call it) in great number, forcing the handsome young man from his bed on at least half a dozen occasions, in order to turn on the light and chase flying insect-demons around the room (to their DOOM).  This disturbance in his sleep caused him to only achieve 94% of his usual handsomnity/gorgeousness on the following day, and despite this cost he still managed to get bitten on the hand (twice), the toe, and the neck.  A sad story.

i prefer the Moon

Walking on the beach at night (with a full moon reflecting off wave-tops all the way to the horizon) is one of the best things in the world to me, especially because no one else seems to have realised.

EVERYONE loves the Sun (even though it damages you) – LOSERS!!  I prefer the Moon.

Man, I would be so bored if I loved all the same things that everyone else does – I’m so much more happy discovering my own bits of gorgeousness to privately be in love with.

But here’s the problem:  I really HATE being told what I should like, but I love being an EVANGELIST for the unloved and unappreciated things.  I feel sorry for the Moon; it’s there, humbly getting on with bringing a gorgeous gentle beauty to everything it touches, and who’s there to appreciate it?  But who am I to tell them to?

If there was a ‘gentle night-time moon-and-stars appreciation society’, would I want to be a member, if I wasn’t the founder?


I know it’s a bit late, but I thought of a good New Year’s Resolution last night:
  I want to make satan feel rubbish about himself!

(I like it that, because he hates me, he’s the one person I don’t need to concern myself about caring for/supporting/encouraging etc.  Instead, I can persecute him, laugh at him, and make him feel insecure!!  MWAH HA HA HAAAAA!!!!)

word of the day


en·cour·age   Audio pronunciation of "encourage" ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (n-kûrj, -kr-)
tr.v. en·cour·aged, en·cour·ag·ing, en·cour·ag·es

  1. To inspire with hope, courage, or confidence; hearten.
  2. To give support to; foster: policies designed to encourage private investment.
  3. To stimulate; spur: burning the field to encourage new plant growth.

[Middle English encouragen, from Old French encoragier : en-, causative pref.; see en-1 + corage, courage; see courage.]

Synonyms: encourage, animate, cheer, embolden, hearten, inspirit
These verbs mean to impart courage, inspiration, and resolution to: encouraged the athlete to compete; played music to animate the crowd; a visitor cheering the patient; was emboldened to sing for the guests; praise that heartened us; a pep talk that inspirited the weary team.
Antonyms: discourage

a little Chinese girl

This is from my friend Matt; I’d love it if you could read it:

Last Wednesday, we went to Huiming School, a home and school for children with both impaired vision and mental disabilities, some children had other disabilities. In the morning we performed for the two hundred something students, while one of the students, an eighteen-year old boy who can’t add 5 plus 3, accompanied us on piano. He can play really complex stuff on a range of instruments having only heard it once. Then we split up and joined in with the morning classes.

The afternoon was the highlight for me. We joined the exercise classes, where the children are taught to dance along to music. We were  told to find one child each, and sit on a large mat with together. I waited for everybody to pair up, thinking I’d just take whichever was ‘left-over’.

After everyone had paired up, there was one little girl left. She sat quietly on the mat, so I went and sat down next to her and began to talk to her. She didn’t respond at all and I soon learned that she was not only blind but fully deaf from birth as well, and brain damaged. My first reaction to hearing this does me no credit, I thought ‘she really is the ‘left-over’ kid’; I was disappointed that I got a kid I couldn’t communicate with.

I took her hand and let her feel my face, to get to know me. I guess the beard’s a give away, because she reacted quite bad to me. If I touched her arms she pushed me away, when she felt me close to her she shook her head. Each time she lost her toy she would reach around looking for it, and I would find it for her and put it in her hand.

I found out as I sat with her, that she is nine; she was dressed all in pink – much like my little sister. And along side Lorna, I came to think that she was the most lovely and prettiest little girl ever. Her name is Wang Peiting. I kept putting her hand on my face, letting her get to know me better. After a while she must have begun to get more comfortable with me, she stopped pushing me away. By the end of our class together, she had shifted so that she was closer to me, leaning on me. She kept reaching up to find my head with one arm, gently pulling me down, she’d make me hug her, with her little head leaning on my cheek.

Peiting needed help to stand, and I got to help her move her hands to the music. Even though she couldn’t hear, she knew when to open her hands to clap. I was so delighted in her, I could have hung out with her all day. She was so lovely, I was holding back tears. I’ve been messed up much of the last week by her. I just can’t stop thinking about her. I lost my appetite and was getting a bit emotional. The more I think about her, the more I can see of God, and how blessed the little girl is.

I think in the past I would have come to this school wanting to be a blessing to the kids out of pity. It would seem noble enough. This time God opened my eyes. God gave me love for her, so I got to see more of what God is like. And how I am not so very different to little Peiting. God is always there, delighted in us, wanting us to get to know him. But we are blind to him and push him away, he’s outside of our world. We’re used to things being reasonable according to what we see, so we’re confined to our world.

Bit by bit God shows us more of himself, by letting us touch his face. It helps us to realize that there’s something beyond what we can see in the world. Eventually, when we have seen enough of what God is like, we learn that he is trustworthy and we let him in. We begin to walk by faith in what we can’t see; we step out into another world, a bigger world, dimensions beyond what our eyes can see. God has bridged the gap. Then, when we do let him in, we see all that he has been doing for us, even when we were pushing him away. God is always there ‘putting toys back in our hands’ and totally loving us. But the greatest treat is when we reach out and let God embrace us. I was so delighted in this little girl, no matter what she did. In reasonable terms, she had nothing to offer me, but there was nothing more special she could do than let me hug her.

the Immature Messiah

So, what if Jesus had still been a child when He discipled, was followed, and was crucified?

Can you see the delight in His eyes (as the broken people get healed, the empty people get filled, and He travels with His friends)? He’s not selfish or self-centred; He wants to be friends.

But the grown-ups don’t get it. At first they find it kind of interesting (or even exciting) that anyone can lead the kind of life that He is. But then they start to lose patience. They’ve tried correcting Him, but He doesn’t respect their age. They prove Him wrong, but He doesn’t accept their wisdom. His still a fascinating subject and an interesting case, but He’s BAD – and other people are starting to follow His example. His parents have lost all control.

Jesus isn’t scared of the grown-ups, and that’s what scares them most. Soon, He starts telling them that "to die would be an awfully big adventure!" and that all His best friends would have to die, just like He was going to.

The grown-ups are properly scared now – not only are their own children refusing to do what they’re told, but some are even saying that they are willing to die (or be killed). This has got to stop! This is DANGEROUS! But what can you do with a wild little boy with an absent father and no fear of death? He must be quietened somehow, but He’s too famous now.

Jesus knows what’s going to happen, and how, and when. It’s no surprise to Him when a friend betrays Him, when the heavy hands grab Him, when the whips rip into Him, and when the nails go in. It’s no surprise, but it HURTS.

Can you hear Him scream? This little boy is being abused, and His Dad is allowing it. The other children have run away, but they can still hear His high-pitched voice screaming, "Why have you left me?"

After that, when He was dead, Jesus’ friends all got together. They realised that it doesn’t work: we can’t be free and cheat the system; we have to grow up and calm down. They had dreamed of living and dying, of singing and playing, of having ‘an awfully big adventure’. And now the dream is over; it’s finished, and they must wake up. This is not the death they wanted, and it doesn’t feel like life.

And then He’s there. He looks even younger – He’s alive, and He’s not grown up. He sparkles and smiles at the tear-stained children, "I’m going to make EVERYTHING NEW!"