HrH

Wants to say HI to the international auntys (have posted more whanau fotos on bebo).

Little Lights Poem by Joy Cowley

Jesus spoke of little lights, candles, lamps, not great bonfires, just small steady flames to brighten some dark corner of the house.
Come to think of it Jesus allways preached little - children, flowers, sparrows, the widows mite, mustard seeds, loaves and fishes. He didnt expect people to make great gestures. I guess he knew that little is the currency of every day living. So lets thank God for little lights, the warm smile, the phone call, a wave from a passing car, a cup of tea, an open door, a talent freely shared.
How often, when my own candle has gone out, has someone relit it from their lamp of kindness. That cant happen with a big light.
I mean, how close can you get to a supernova?

Foto of Kaikoura lighthouse taken by Hannah Sept 07

Eschawotagy ?

Have been reading about eschatology for an assignment, fascinating subject - but not to be confused with escatterlollygy, which is the Christian pastoral practise of hiffing moro's & crunchys to the members of congregation who during the previous week have had birthdays, anniversarys etc. :0 (o.k. not my best joke)

Meal in common

Last week in class we were learning about some history of communion, with several dimensions including a memorial of what has been with the death and resurection of Christ, the current feeding of the people of God and the promise of the eschatological banquet to come.
The early church celebrated by a meal together, with a unity of the bonds of Christ amongst a diverse people, friendship, and food.
I enjoyed a similar meal last weekend.

Im back

So much for the 'photo a day'. This week have had problems with
uploading the photos. Not sure why. Will perserve

white stone

Spent the day on a hermeneutics assignment.
Dont want to type any more today.

Have really got to stop thinking about hermeneutics.
Having technical difficulties with computer connection
its not doing what its suppose to
Will have to post the photo tomorow, when I have

strengths & weakness.perfection & imperfection

Listening to guest speaker - Catholic priest and Chaplain extraordinaire Rev Fr John OcConner again this week who spoke on prayer - what do we think we are doing.
At the end of the session he asked if those who took notes would put them away for 48 hours and just sit with what the Spirit is doing in our hearts. I obediently tucked my notes away Wednesday afternoon and have been looking for them ever since ! Some things I am still mulling over, in particular John spoke about Jesus Incarnate in the manger. That God meets us in the reality of our lives and dwells with us there - wherever that is for us, and that sometimes we feel worse when we have met with God, but I want to add that meeting with Jesus will allways bring an invitation to life and hope. I dont quite know how to bring in these wrestling figures ( I found these guys lined up on my bench) to the story, maybe comparing their supposed strength, to the reality of my own humaness.

SPRING DAFFIDOLS

I was spring cleaning the other day and sorting through my clothes and drawers when I came across a love letter written to me by Tama when he was dying in hospital. I was sitting reading and remembering when I heard a knock on the door and standing there was Lara (a friend) holding a big bunch of daffidols !

When I told her what happened she shoved the flowers in my hands, burst into tears and ran down the driveway (much to my amusement).

I felt so blessed and brave enough to share my story and flowers with you.