Returning to Broadway

Our congregation return to our site at Broadway was wet and emotional.  The sea of umbrellas made it colourful and kaleidoscopic . We walked crocodile style from where we have met for the last six years at Moore College to our new building – it was slow and wet, but worth it.

The old car park has been transformed into a beautiful courtyard decorated with remnants of the remains from the building that burnt down six years ago.  One is a plaque that I  loved and found solace in its words: “Be ye steadfast, unmovable always abounding in the work of the Lord. Your labour is not in vain in the Lord.”

To discover that this plaque survived brought me much joy.  It sits quietly on its new wall and could easily be overlooked by its louder more prominent objects opposite.

Welcome home Barneys!

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Loving the way Jesus loves

I like reading parts of the Bible slowly.  This year I have been reading 1 Corinthians 13 again and again – not every day, but certainly a few times each week.  I have particularly focused on verses 4-8 which describe love.  It has been challenging to reflect on this passage – and not always easy as it has confronted me with my sinfulness and self-centredness.

I meet with a delightful group of ministry wives four times each year – I love them dearly and have gotten to know a number of them – either from their time when their husbands have studied at College or when they have joined this group.  This year, we are spending our meetings together reflecting on these four verses about love.  Our overall theme is “It’s not what we do, but who we are.”

In March, I gave a talk on the whole chapter to give us a bit of an overview in which to understand these verses.  The Corinthian church was filled with people who didn’t particularly like each other.  They were proud, and known for their selfishness.  They were aware of the sins of their brothers and sisters and oblivious to the sin in their own lives. Love, in this chapter, is Paul’s word for what you do with all the people in the church you don’t really like. It is a bit like a survival manual for a difficult church.

They are facing huge pastoral issues.  There were marriages not in good shape, verbal reports of problems of divisiveness, incest, and immorality and there were those who denied the resurrection of Jesus.  As people, they loved to argue for the sake of an argument and were quick to find fault in each other.  They were jealous of each other’s spiritual gifts.  Indeed they were consumed with being “spiritual” and displaying “spiritual gifts” – particularly those gifts that were prominent and public that everyone noticed.

Lets think for a moment about sandwiches.  What is the best part?  What do we look at before we eat it?  The centre.  Paul has symbolically put what is important right in the centre – he sandwiches it in the middle so that we take notice of it.

We could sum up the Corinthian problem with the phrase “look at me” “look at me” “look at me” – this seems to be at the heart of this church –“ look at how spiritual I am because of what I can do”.   Does this seem to be a contemporary problem with us today too?

In one short sweep, Paul puts the Corinthians in their place and says that their very public displays of the spirit count for nothing without love.  If you are going to become a martyr, you only have one chance at dying, and if you do it without love, it counts for nothing.  Without love, in the words of Paul we are nothing.

I have been thinking about love and how to be a person characterised by love and have found it enormously challenging.  If you try to put your name in front of each of the descriptions – for example “sarah is patient, sarah is kind” you will want to laugh and say “as if…”.  But if you put Jesus’ name there, you see that these verses describe and capture the character of Jesus beautifully.

Keith loves finding books that he hopes I will read, so when he read a review of “Loving the Way Jesus Loves” by Phil Ryken, IVP, 2012, he bought it for less than $11 from the Book Depository as a gift.  A wise investment.

I have read it slowly over the last few weeks and found it readable, thought provoking and encouraging.  There is nothing worse than reading a book and feeling bad and guilty and powerless to change.  This book is not like that at all.  Ryken uses this 1 Corinthians 13 passage as a springboard to look at Jesus – each of the twelve chapters explore the character and behaviour of Jesus – there is a chapter about the kindness of Jesus and how Jesus demonstrated loving kindness with his life.  He also refers to the stories of different people – in this particular chapter on kindness, he talks about Elizabeth Prentiss a Christian woman who lived in the 1800s – she wrote Stepping Heavenward a beautifully written an inspiring story.  I love this book too.

Ryken also writes about Kim Phuc, who became famous as the little nine-year old girl photographed in 1972 depicted in a photo taken  from the Vietnam war of terrified people running away from a napalm attack near Saigon.  Most of all, I appreciated the way that Ryken got me to look at Jesus through fresh eyes – his encounters with Mary and Martha, with Peter after he had denied him three times, in the garden of Gethsemane and finally on the Cross as he died for us.  Each chapter gave me much to ponder and return to in my thoughts and discussions with Keith.

Each chapter has discussion questions – you could use it as a springboard with a bible study group or one on one.  When I reached the end of this book, I thought I would value the opportunity to return to this book again and share my thoughts and responses with others.  Perhaps I am a slow learner?

 

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A quilt for a niece

I am blessed with a number of nieces who I love and adore their company.  One has recently turned 21.  Her favourite colour is turquoise, so the quilt had to include this colour.  I also had limited time – so I decided to join random pieces of fabric together in the colours I had chosen.  It is simple and effective.  I used a bamboo wadding – much to my surprise it is beautifully soft and easy to machine and hand quilt.  It is not huge, but hopefully she can snuggle under it watching TV or when reading a book.

We went to her 21st on the weekend – a long wet drive down to Nowra.  Many of her Sydney friends had made the effort and the house was full to the brim.  This was one of many celebrations we shared in over a very wet weekend.

I have had my sewing machine serviced – first time since I bought it nine years ago.  When I took it to the shop, the woman chastised me and asked me if I got my car serviced regularly.  She then said that my sewing machine is far more important than my car.  I have just been sewing with it again and must admit that servicing regularly – she suggested annually is the way to go – it is so quiet – purrs like a cat.

Again, Benji insisted on sharing my lap – he makes more noise than my machine.  This morning I sat and sewed with my little lap companion.  Next to me sat Keith writing a talk about living wisely from the book of Proverbs.

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Book Spine Poetry

Cath has infected me with the idea of creating poetry from book spines.  It is a fun idea and I have delighted in using the books at my disposal.


Story
Secret Daughter
Wilful Behaviour
Breakdown
What am I doing here?
Good news for Anxious Christians
Safe Passage
Loving the Way Jesus Loves
Stepping Heavenward

Most of my friends are not bloggers.  However, many of them read – more than me.  I would love to see their creativity – Michael, Jill, Rhonda, Peter and Joy.  If you read this and have a go, I will post your efforts on my blog.  My reading tastes are somewhat random.

 

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A wise Mum understands the impact of her words

A wise Mum knows that her child has supersonic ears and will hear any and every conversation involving them.  The doors might be closed, your house might have thick walls, but somehow, they seem to be able to hear these conversations.  Don’t get me wrong, they don’t seem to hear with the same sensitivity when we ask them to do a task or run an errand – it is like they have “selective supersonic hearing”.

Ross Campbell in his book “How to Really Love Your Child” explains how our words can be used to show our children our love for them.  It is more than saying to our children “I love you”.  It is how you speak about them.  There are two Proverbs that seem to express the power of our words very clearly:

  • “Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”  Proverbs 16:24
  • “Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.”  Proverbs 12:18

The words we use to speak about our children can build them up, encourage them, nurture them and make them feel ok about themselves.  However they can also crush them, hurt them and leave them feeling inadequate and unloved.  There have been times in my life as a mother, when I have had to work very hard at curbing the words I spoke about my children when they were in hearing distance.  It might have been over a coffee with a good friend while our children played, at a park with a group of other Mums or when my husband returned home at the end of the day.  Sometimes, my children had driven me wild, and I couldn’t think of anything positive to say about them.  This is the time to shut up.

I had to consciously think, ok what is something positive or good that I can say about my child that has happened today – not always easy – and say that and leave my rant for later, behind closed doors and in a soundproof room.

Mem Fox captures the dilemma for mothers perfectly in her book “Harriet, you’ll drive me Wild!“.  Over the course of the day, Harriet manages to exasperate her mother again and again.  The mother tries so hard to respond calmly and in an adult manner and finally she loses it at the end of a long and arduous day.  I am not saying that we don’t get cross with our children, but there is a way of speaking to them that rebukes the behaviour rather than the child.

Remember, most behaviour of children is childish – it is going to irritate and annoy.  But how can we still communicate that we love them despite their childish behaviour?

As our children get older, our words still matter.  Five years ago, my daughter was in Year 12.  The year before this, I had had a mild stroke and we had both lived a year with the after effects of my ill health – I was tired most of the time, sensitive to noise and exceedingly irritable.  Susannah began her final year at school in a state of heightened anxiety – unable to sleep, eat or function.  It was heartbreaking to watch.  We organised her to see a psychologist, and I accompanied her to the first meeting.  During this session, the psychologist asked me what I liked about Susannah.  I can still remember her response.  We had arrived at the meeting not speaking, I was annoyed with her about something, and she wouldn’t even look me in the eye.  In front of Susannah, I listed a range of things that I liked about her, in fact loved about her.  In front of me, I watched my daughter sit up straighter, and she raised her face and met my eyes.  She was almost in tears.  I am sure that she had picked up many negative words uttered by me in the previous year and this was something different and she responded.

This was the start of a turnaround in the dynamic between us.  I came home chastened as I saw the impact my reckless words had had on her and prayed that I would be more careful of how I spoke to her and about her in the future.  I am sharing this story with you, as I don’t want you to think that I have always been the perfect mother whose words were always sweet to my children’s souls, because this is as far from the truth as you could get.

If this is an area in which you struggle, can I encourage you to think before you speak.  Write these proverbs up and put them on your fridge or next to your bed and memorise them and pray that God will change the way you speak about your children in their hearing, and how you respond to them when they drive you wild.  There is another parenting book that I love which also addresses the power of our words is by Steve Biddulph “The Secrets of Happy Children“.  He is a wise man and says much that is worth pondering.

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More cushions

A dear friend who lives in Paris gave me some fabric – black and white with the Eiffel tower on it.  I put it away for “something special”.  Last month it was my daughter Susannah’s birthday and another friend Jenny had a significant birthday.  Jenny is also a good friend with my Paris friend –   we all love fabric and making things – so I thought I would use this fabric to make a gift for Jenny and Susannah.  This picture shows the front side of the cushion and here is the flip side:

 

 

 

 

 

I had fun making them.  I found some red fabrics and black fabrics and laid them out and just went for it – quite randomly and continued to add strips until the squares were the size of the cushion insert.  If I was terribly clever, I would have inserted a zip or a velcro opening on the back so the cushion cover could be washed – but I didn’t.  I was having too much fun playing with the fabric.  It is a good way of using up strips of left over fabric.

I have a constant companion while here – my Mother’s cat Benji.  We are house minding and cat minding.  Benji loves to sit on my lap and be the centre of attention.  Often it is a fight for the chair.  I am learning to sew with a cat on my lap as it is the only way to get five minutes peace.


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On golden ponds


Doesn’t this look like a glorious view, to drink a cup of tea and watch the wintery sun slowly set?  This has been my view for the last week and I am still pinching my arm to make sure it is not a dream.

Our sea change year has started.  Keith is on study leave and we both have long service leave.  In fact, I won’t return to work until January 2013.  Keith is working on a number of different projects, but we are working on one together – developing our marriage “stuff” into a package that others can use.

I have other plans – I would love to devote time to writing and develop confidence that perhaps I can write – we will see.  I have many sewing projects too – different quilts that I have started.  We have brought our bikes, forgot our helmets and have many places to walk.  We have started some mornings with an early walk along the beach – cold but amazingly glorious.

We are heading off overseas in a month “Paris to Pakistan” is what I am calling our trip, but we will spend our first two and a half months in England working – mostly on our marriage material.

The only trouble is that I have brought me on this venture.  Why is this a problem?  Because I am not perfect – I still get grumpy, I still struggle to sleep, my wibbly wobbly bits still wriggle and my desire to be fit and healthy and trimmer – well, they are hard work!  However, I am counting my blessings and am filled with thankfulness for this opportunity to do some different things.

I am reflecting a great deal on 1 Corinthians 13 – the passage about love and thinking about love, what it is and how to be a person who loves.  Keith bought me a wonderful book by Phil Ryken called Loving the way Jesus Loves – it has just been published and consists of a number of reflections on this chapter.  It has challenged and stretched my thinking enormously.

I might even have the space to write more regularly on this blog!  Who knows!

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A wise Mum ‘gets’ unconditional love

Two of my favourite picture books that I read to my three children are Love you Forever by Robert Munsch and The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown.  I loved them for a truth they communicated about how much a mother loves her child.  In the Runaway Bunny, the little bunny wanted to run away, but his mother tells him she would run after him because “you are my little bunny”.   Continue reading

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The Hare with Amber Eyes

My son Michael put this book beside my bed months ago and told me “I had to read it – Mum you will love this book”.  It sat there with many other books that “I had to read” until a good friend Jill gave me her copy of the same book and told me “I had to read it – Sarah you will love this book”.  So I did and I did love it.

The Hare with Amber Eyes is written by Edmund de Waal.  It is the story of his family going back four generations to the original Ephrussi family in the 1870s who are living in Paris.  De Waal inherited a box of 264 netsukes which are tiny Japanese wood and ivory carvings  from his great uncle Iggie, one of which is the hare with amber eyes.  None are bigger than a matchbox and they had always captured his interest and imagination.  As a child he loved holding them, touching them, putting them in his pocket and thinking about who had made such exquisite tiny objects.

De Waal has many questions about this collection – where did they come from?  who bought them?  How did they survive World War II?  so he decides to find out.

I love looking at family trees and there is one at the start of this book.  I began by gazing at it, looking at the names, dates and place names – Vienna, Odessa, Paris, Tokyo and London.  The original Ephrussi family, are Russian Jews who are wealthy and hardworking and have moved from Odessa, via Vienna to Paris.  De Waal’s  descriptions of his family and their home and city are glorious – I felt like I lived in Paris, then Vienna, Tokyo and finally England all the while learning about this amazing netsuke collection and how it moved from family member to family member and place to place.  How did a Japanese collection of carvings get bought by a Russian Jew living in Paris in the 1870s?

The family moved to Vienna in 1899 and remained there until the cusp of World War II when Hitler rounds them up – they are Jewish and they lose everything.  The story about how this collection survived when everything else of the family fortune was lost to the Nazi regime is an amazing story – it gives you goosebumps reading it.  This is a fascinating insight into the impact of the war on this particular family who had not done anything wrong really apart from being wealthy and Jewish.  One theme I found particularly interesting was how anti Jewish Paris and Vienna were – long before Hitler was around.  I have often wondered how Hitler could turn his whole country against Jews and then how so many of the French watched their Jewish neighbours vanish before their eyes and so many did so little to resist.  I often ask myself “what would I have done back then?”

Edmund De Waal is famous for his ceramics – his work is influenced by his years living in Japan.  However he is also a talented writer.  If you enjoy reading history without realising  you are reading history, this is a delightful read.  It is written beautifully, thoughtful and utterly enjoyable.  He is a tactile writer – he touches everything he writes about – and you feel like you can see what he is seeing.

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A wise Mum remembers grace


A number of years ago, Keith gave me a bunch of poppies.  It was not a beautiful bunch of flowers at first as it was a bunch of pods, but I put them in a vase in the middle of our kitchen table thinking to myself that I would never have chosen this particular bunch of flowers as it looked rather ugly.

Much to my surprise, this bunch of pods turned into the most spectacular bunch of flowers imaginable and it happened before our eyes.  My family would sit at the table and watch a pod “pop” and burst out of its shell and reveal a brand new flower.  I can still remember how I felt looking at this bunch of flowers, as I felt very much like the pod and desperately longed to become one of those flowers.

Being a mother of small children had exhausted me and I had few reserves remaining.  I was a Christian, and could tell you with my mouth that I was God’s precious child, but I certainly didn’t feel it inside.  I honestly didn’t think that I mattered to God at all.  Keith was working at a large church and was very busy and worked many nights and long days.  I felt like what he did was important and mattered to God.  I had invested most of my energy into being a wife and mother, but didn’t feel like I was doing a particularly good job at either and must be a profound disappointment to God.

Soon after this bunch of poppies arrived, I was asked to give a talk on grace.  God in His profound goodness, used this talk to speak to me of His grace toward me.  It was like becoming a Christian all over again and I felt like something burst inside me – I was no longer a pod but God’s beautiful flower.

A wise Mum remembers grace and knows its true every day

If you find yourself feeling like a no good, very bad Christian mother, it is good to remind yourself of the depth of God’s deep deep love for you.  A wise Mum knows that she is nothing without God’s grace.  His love for you today is the same as it was on the day you were saved.

Perhaps it is just me, but it is easy to forget that we are saved by grace.  It is not by having perfect marriages, perfect children or filling our day with good deeds – these are all good things, but our salvation is not dependent upon them.  It is easy to demand perfection of ourselves and think that this is what God demands.  But let me tell you, this will lead to a “podlike” existence and it is pretty bleak – perfection is unreachable.

If you look at Zephaniah it describes how God feels about His chosen people:  “He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.”  (3:17)  This verse tells us that God actually delights in each one of us!  Why?  Is it because we are such utterly adorable creatures?  Or is it because our children are so totally irresistible?  No –  He delights in us because He loves us just as we are.  That is one of the wonders of grace.

Fifteen years down the track from that first bunch of poppies and I still need to be reminded about grace.  Don’t you think I would have it nailed by now?  I haven’t got small children to entertain during a wet school holiday week. I am not in that same state of zombie like exhaustion.  However, I have mastered the art of forgetfulness.  It is easy to live each day as if grace is not a truth that has profound implications for how we treat others, how we see our self and the choices we make.

I have started reading Psalm 100 most mornings – in five verses the reader is reminded to be joyful, thankful and glad – why?  Because the Lord is God, He made us, we are His and He is good, his love endures for ever and his faithfulness continues through all generations.  When I remember these things about God, I remember that I am saved by this God – by grace and I am filled with much thankfulness.

 

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