little things to think about
...on Jesus, life & guiding a little church in Wollongong.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
pearls or seeds
Here's the quote:
'Someone asked, "Do you have any pearls of wisdom that you can give us for raising our children?"
Her answer: "Have a family meal every evening."
There are no 'pearls' out there that you can use - no scripture verses to hand out, advice to guide, prayer to tap into. As we live and give witness to Jesus to our children and whoever else, we are handing out seeds, not pearls, and seeds need soil in which to germinate. A meal is soil just like that. It provides a daily relational context in which everything...gets assimilated along with the food and becomes you...Nothing is abstract or in general when you are eating a meal together. You realise, don't you, that Jesus did't drop pearls around Galilee for people as clues to find their way to God...He ate meals with them. And you can do what Jesus did.'
So cheers to the crazy mealtime. May we have the faith to believe that in the middle of the chaos (read: tears, soup all over people, floor and furniture, cutlery being thrown, and cranky parents) Jesus is here.
Monday, September 5, 2011
What can't we talk about at church?
- Climate Change
- Shame
- Reality of Hell
- I didn't get healed
- Armageddon
- Psychics/Star Signs
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Parables
More Hafiz
Tripping over Joy
What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
that the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, "I Surrender!"
Whereas, my dear,
I'm afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.
Hafiz
Pulling out the chair
Pulling out the chair
Beneath your mind
And watching you fall upon God –
What else is there
For Hafiz to do
That is any fun in this world!
Hafiz
Poetry to think and laugh about
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and could give the Beloved His choice,
Some nights He would just drag you around the room by your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep on too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us up in a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know quickly packs their bags
And hightails it out of town.
Hafiz