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… and in your players and supplications

in all your quest for peace and truth

don’t ask for answers
…because there aren’t any

ask instead for steps to take

for there are plenty of those to go around

it may not be the way you would choose

but the choice will surely lead the way

and if by chance you get there someday

you may not even know you have

because yesterday and tomorrow

will not matter anymore

wandering 2

don’t give up on the fugitive

we need him

though we don’t know it

for without him

we would never know the meaning of moving on

 

may the refugee in our hearts

keep breaking camp

may we hear him when we clatter

when we clumsily trip and stumble

over his hastily discarded pots and pans

recepticals

now cold and stained

filled with half eaten meals

leftovers of dreams we once had

 

to feel his hunger

the burning pangs of a restless heart

is a gift from God

Think We Haven’t Come A Long Way? Watch How Ridiculous Men Were Just 40 Years Ago..

as powerful as this video statement is in its own right and context, what impacts me most about it …

…is that it chronicles greatness and achievement in what is for me a more realistic, accurate and basically believable light

to my mind we are force-fed, even bombarded with strategies and techniques towards greatness and achievements by the meme guru’s in all areas of life…

we are pressured to buy expensive books and DVD’s, attend expensive seminars and specific ‘higher’  education institutions, to follow a series of specific steps, strategically address our thinking, follow specific doctrines or belief systems, change our personal habits…

… all this to ensure our individual greatness

in a lost and empty world

…desperate for significance and meaning

the more I’ve observed greatness the more I’ve come to see that the honesty and humble, basic passions of seemingly insignificant individuals has been the most profound catalyst for significant change and event in history … both of a constructive and destructive nature

greatness and significance cannot be manipulated by anyone…

it happens

…it just happens

it also seems that very few ‘greats’ consciously set about being great

they sometimes have a subjective ‘sense’ of destiny… perhaps

but mostly it’s just ordinary people

doing ordinary things

… with extraordinary passion and honesty

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life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans    (allegedly – John Lennon)

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I have seen something else under the sun:

the race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong,

nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned;

but time and chance happen to them all    (allegedly – Solomon)

mad suicide

… the man stood at the top point of a very high bridge as the frenzied crowd gathered below…
he held the loaded gun to his head, cocked the trigger and yelled tauntingly,
“just one move to save me and I’ll shoot the hostage!”

“wait, before you do …. where did you get the gun?” the crowd yelled up at him in lustful desperation…

that’s us … we have achieved the unthinkable… we have invaded ourselves… we are resolute … and we mean business!

… it’s a difficult question to answer I know,  … but if you had all the material resources you needed to sustain your existence and more … would you continue doing what you are now doing?

… another angle to this same hypothetical situation is, …  what would you do then? … and why would you do it?

what’s stopping you right now?

We seem to live in a very relative world.  Perhaps this world we live in is much more emotionally and culturally based, perceived and even defined than most reasonably intelligent people would be willing to admit.

Everything seems to be relative and equally everything seems to be very relational.  It is virtually impossible to do anything in isolation and yet so many of us feel so isolated.

Perhaps it’s how we relate that really counts.

 

Our perception is all we have and we are only one … or are we?

Even reality itself may well be completely relative, …. and this could be a very lonely, alienating thing, but it’s all we’ve got …. together.

 

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It is clear that thrown into this cocktail we are also amazingly adaptive.  This can be as good as it is bad – we can change for the better or we can change for the worse.  We can absorb open-mindedness or closed-mindedness.  Mostly we seem unaware when we do this – either way.

 

So what might this reveal about our faith? … what we believe and why we believe it?

What might it reveal about our ‘reality’?

 

… and where to from here?

 

Here is an extremely interesting video clip off www.ted.com. enjoy!

 

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html

 

A poem I once recited at school when I was barely 10 years old was called, “ ’n Padda op ‘n Buite Plaas”   – by W.H. Boshoff (M.Rieck) and I recall resisting the whole process with fearful indignation when thrust upon to perform it publicly.  Stubbornly I performed the recitation only once and that before what I recall as an extremely large crowd of students and parents in the huge school assembly hall.  Now clearly this might be the exaggerated memories of a traumatised youth but nevertheless I remember it being a most frightening event in my young life and strangely over 40 years later I still haven’t forgotten it.

Why it remains with me to this day, I can only speculate.  It could possibly be because of the fear and pain of the moment having burned it indelibly into my consciousness or maybe because of the powerfully profound truths it conveys to us generations later?  Or maybe perhaps even at that very tender age I may have subconsciously recognised a bleeding, prophetic heart behind the playful humour?

Today we live in a world of extreme marketing and rampant self promotion.  A superficial world that takes no prisoners and leaves the dead to bury themselves as it marches on relentlessly on a seemingly hell-bent course – the ravenous devouring of its next disposable conquest.

A once proud and determined yet now bruised and scattered nation bobs dangerously in this shifting sea of rampant materialism and superficial values.

I have just returned from an almost 2 week long South African Afrikaans language, National Cultural Festival (KKNK).  It was the first one I have attended of the 17 Festivals so far and what I saw troubled me.  It seemed to me that all around me all I could see was so many people and artists trying so desperately hard to be what they think they should or would like to be.  Amidst the trendy, hip clothing and contemporary social presentations they looked lost and disheveled.  As a result I sadly feel moved to share the thoughts of this once traumatic little poem I have had so indelibly etched on my heart.

’n padda op ’n buite plaas

’n padda op ’n buite plaas
het hom mooi eenmaal opgeblaas
hy sê, hy wil, wat dit ook kos
so groot wees soos die grootste os

hy blaas hom op net soos ’n bol
sy rug word krom, sy maagie hol
maar ag, jy hoor net tande knars
want ons ou vriend het op geblaas

daar lê hy nes ’n droë beskuit
met al sy ingevande uit
dit is verdien – ons weet dit mos
’n padda word mos nooit ’n os
Uit: Gediggies vir ons kleintjies – W.H. Boshoff (M.Rieck)

The word wonderful in the dictionary is revealed as exciting a feeling of wonder; marvellous or strange.

For me the word conjures up mystery.

Something could be said to make us wonder if it appears in full or in part to defy definition or even description.  Something is wonderful if it leaves us perhaps speechless or somewhat overwhelmed, even mystified.  Wonderful means full of wonder, amazing.  For me it also possibly suggests that something could be confusing, vexing, disturbing, even possibly shocking.

“I wonder what that means?”

“It makes me wonder what’s going on?”

“I wonder what that could possibly be?”

And when we are stumped by God’s virtue it is often said, “the Lord works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform!”

Wonderful – such a choice, well used, even adored word.  It can be such a powerful adjective when used to intensify our statements and feelings.  Wonderful is so often appropriately used in honour of God and his ways.  It is commonly sung in the verses of songs of praise and abundantly recorded in the ancient hymns of worship and adoration.  Even our private and public prayers are very often filled with this word when we speak to or of our God.

Yet why is it that we seem to close down the mystery and wonder of God so soundly? In our theology and the definitions of God, his character, deeds, ways?  Why is it that we have so effectively developed tight, systematic theology and doctrine?  How did orthodoxy ascend to the cerebral heights it now occupies?  How is it that we define so precisely and articulately what we in worship declare as mysterious and full of wonder?  And how did spiritual methodology become so logical, so worldly, so empirical?

Could it be said that when the mystery and wonder of God seems to visit that we so easily tend to try pitch our tents and camp at mere signs (which are, as their name suggests, merely directives which point to something rather than being the destination itself) and punish wondering (perhaps because it reveals our nakedness)?

Could it be that we have somehow lost sight of the pursuit of truth being a wonderful journey and not a destination?

I wonder if this could be a sign for this generation?

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Pointillism is an amazing and fascinating artform. A style of the late 19th century which was essentially based upon impressionist techniques and the application of scientific theories of the process of vision.  Pointillism was begun by an artist by the name of  Seurat.

Originally he gave it the name Divisionism.

The style of pointillism consists of using dots of unmixed color side by side so that the viewer’s eye may mix them into the appropriate intermediate color.  From extremely close up all the dots or points are somewhat meaningless and possibly even confusing.  The closer one moves towards the canvas the more divided and disjointed the picture looks.

However, taking a step or two back brings another focus and the whole picture changes.

… and the biblical text is made up of multitudes of points, all exact, precise, and intentionally placed… . .

and the world, even the universe, is made up of multitudes of points, all exact, precise, and intentionally placed… . .  .    .     .      .        .           .                .                              .                                  .                                     .                                  .                              .                                      .                                                   .                                          .                                          .                                               .                                 .                             .                           .                 .                 .             .           .            .           .              .           .       .     .     .     .    .   .    .    .   .  .  . . …