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Showing posts with label American. Show all posts

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Pirates!



Just back from a pirate party for a 3 year old. It was wonderful – the theme ran through all the decorations and costumes and food. Well done, Jemma!

We themed birthday parties round pirates lots of times for our kids when they were growing up – so much to use for decorations, costumes, food, and even games.

I’m thinking, though, how odd it is that we treat violent, brutal outlaws as if they are cute and fun. (A little like the thunder-snow of my blog the other day, how we enjoy flirting with danger but don’t really want to be bitten by it.)

There is an aspect of human nature that is drawn to the wild side. It’s just not cool to be too ‘Pollyanna-ish’ – an expression from my American growing-up years where Pollyanna was a movie heroine who was so good she just couldn’t be real. 

And yet...

Why should we think that? Maybe we’ve believed the lie that we’re all basically awful, even more heartless than the animals. When the truth is that we were created in the image of God, who is love, who is pure, who is good. Yes, he gives us free will and we can choose not just to flirt with, but to become totally enmeshed with, the ‘wild’ side, but it’s our choice. 

It might be good to celebrate some heroes who don’t make people walk the plank, who don’t murder and steal, so that our children have better role models on whom to base their understanding of who they intrinsically are.

Yes, we will all make wrong choices and mess up, but deep down, we want them to remember that they are sons and daughters of the King of Kings.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Pressing on



Life can be heavy. Each step can be a struggle. Things pile on. Anxieties about parents, children, spouses (spice?). Fears about health – your own or a loved one’s. Finance. Pension. Nursery fees. Job security. 

Jesus invites us to come to him and lay all that stuff at his feet, and he will help us carry it. Then it feels light. Then you feel light.

Such a lovely thought. So hard to do. But this morning I read Paul’s words to the Philippians two millennia ago. ‘Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race...’

I reckon I’ve done a bit over two thirds of my race. I’m in my last trimester. Suddenly I feel unburdened. I feel as if I’ve been set free to run that final bit of the race, trusting God to carry the ‘stuff’ which weighs me down, focused on the goal: to live a life which demonstrates Jesus and his love. And the freedom from fear that is ours in him.

The changes that are afoot in terms of people moving away offer opportunities for new relationships. 

Life is a blessing. It is a gift. I am an American and so yes, I am slipping into the season of thankfulness. But actually, it’s the tune I should always hum as I go through my every day, pressing on, forgetting the failures and yes, even the triumphs, so I don’t get bogged down in navel-gazing but keep on moving forward.

God bless your day.