Personal Challenge

As I read ‘The Heavenly Man’ I was intrigued at how Yun would memorise long passages of scripture while in prison – whole books even – but I was also challenged that this was something I ought to attempt also.

I have found it really difficult to engage with the Bible while we have been travelling and while I don’t beat myself up over that, I want to find a way to re-focus. Surfing mags are fun, but they don’t do a lot for the soul… junk food really…

I have always had a reasonably good knack for memorizing stuff and as a teenager I used to remember large sections of scripture because I found it helpful. Much of it has stuck, but lately I haven’t done a lot. It hasn’t seemed necessary what with internet access and the availability of Bibles on iphones etc.

So I thought that if Yun could memorise 8 or 9 books while in prison then I could at least have a crack at one while on holidays. My favourite gospel is John, so I thought I would try and memorise it.

Its harder than it looks…

I am up to Ch 1 v 18, but that has taken me two weeks…

However while the actual memorization is difficult what has been incredibly valuable has been the constant meditation on the passage that this exercise necessitates. I think I have read and recited John 1 several hundred times in the last two weeks and its amazing what you observe and what you reflect on as you do it.

I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say it has been stirring me.

And at this rate I reckon I will have the book of John fully memorized by 2015…

Perspective

Today we left Jindabyne and headed thru to Lake’s Entrance. We weren’t sure how far we’d get, but it was an easy drive and we made it here by 2pm.

But it was the weirdest feeling…

I think leaving NSW was hard because we loved it so much there that one day we hope to pull up stumps and move there, but making that ‘right turn’ and heading in a westerly direction has left both of us a little deflated. It feels like we are ‘going home’ and we definitely don’t feel ready yet.

Having said that we are 7 weeks away from returning to Butler and as my friend Andrew reminded me today ‘7 weeks’ is a long time… its almost 2 years of annual leave… but from where we sit today it feels like a very short time.

I totally agree with Andrew’s comment on my facebook (‘what I’d give for 7 weeks!’), but here we are today feeling like the adventure is coming to an end. Part of me says ‘aw bugger it – just drive hard and do it in 3 days’ – and another part – the part I am listening to – says ‘now you need to really savour every moment’.

We are on something of a schedule again with a Forge National team meeting on Sept 14th/15th in McCrae on the Mornington Peninsula and then a weekend with friends in Esperance in Oct 2-4. We are also catching up with our good friends and ex co-workers at Lesmurdie Baptist, Garth & Sharron Wootton in Mt Gambier some time after we make the jaunt thru the Great Ocean Road.

But today I sit in a council caravan park in Lake’s Entrance for a single night as we make our way to Melbourne. Danelle wants to take the kids on the ‘Puffing Billy’ up in the Dandenongs, so I guess we will spend at least one day in the city. Cities have not been places we have spent much time over this journey. They are all a bit the same from state to state and not where we find the greatest peace and rejuvenation, but they are still hubs and for that reason we will spend some time in them.

From here the plan is to spend a couple of weeks in Victoria, a day or two in South Australia as we drive thru (I know there are nice parts, but it just doesn’t grab us at all – maybe 2 nights at Cactus if the surf is decent) and then the final month cruising up the coast of WA including Esperance, Bremer Bay, Albany, Denmark, Walpole and Busso before heading back home to Butler.

I wrote earlier that I was getting bored while on holidays, but now I am getting concerned that they are coming to an end. There is lots of ‘self talk’ about how good it will be to be back home… but I’m not convincing myself yet…

Perhaps 7 weeks is long enough to make the difference… we can only hope!

Movies – ‘Men’s Group’

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I picked this one up last night while we were camped in Jindabyne and it was another ‘different’ type of movie that did an excellent job at stirring thought.

Funnily enough it revolves around a ‘Mens Group’ that meets weekly and the struggles of the men within the group. Its very Australian and so the language is equally ‘Australian’… don’t rent it if you are easily offended by 4 letter words, but if you are interested in seeing the raw struggles that men face in family relationships then this movie is the one to get hold of.

I like movies that have a raw brutality about them and that don’t end in hugs and kisses – life is rarely like that – so to see the broken lives of the men in the story and to see that all is not well by the end of the story was somewhat satisfying.

Its only when you see a few movies ending with looses ends and tragedy that you realise how the vast majority seem to finish with very unrealistic and unsatisfying ‘happy endings’.

I wish there were more happy endings in life, but I appreciate movies that help me to live in and confront the world we actually live in as opposed to the one we wish for.

If you work with blokes or if you simply want to get a glimpse into the struggles of men then check it out.

Movies – ‘Doubt’

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A few nights ago in Woolongong on a cold night I decided to rent ‘Doubt’, a story based in a religious institution but more about the human condition in general than simply people of faith.

Despite falling asleep and snoring loudly for 15 minutes of it, I was still impressed by its careful and nuanced storyline. I felt it could easily have been retitled ‘Fear’ as this emotion pervaded the story to an equal degree.

Doubt is the story of a progressive priest in a Catholic school who is seen as a threat by the super-conservative principal nun. His long fingernails and use of a ballpoint pen instead of a fountain pen cause her to question the very core of his character and ultimately lead her to a place of character assassination to try and rid her life of this non-conforming and disturbing man.

Part of the genius of the movie is that we aren’t sure who are the ‘goodies’ and who are the ‘baddies’, but then maybe that is the whole point? No one is ever ‘all good’ or ‘all bad’.

The final scene of the movie is brilliant as it shows just what is at the core of Sister Aloysius’ own struggles and reveals the conflicted nature of so many who appear to be so righteous and who ‘need’ to denounce others who don’t share their high standards.

There aren’t many movies I like to watch twice, but I’ll be revisiting that one once it hits the weekly shelves.

Pambula Magic

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Ok – this is another post for my surfer friends…

We spent the last 4 or 5 days in the little town of Pambula in southern NSW. The point break at Pambula is said to be one of the Australia’s best waves but it rarely breaks these days and didn’t while we were there… So I headed out to the beachie instead and it was pretty nice.

We were staying at the ‘Pambula Hilton’ – a caravan park with everything (even heated bathroom floors!) and right on the beachfront. Its usually $56.00/night for a family of 4, but because it was winter they waived the kids cost and charged us $36.00. If you’re down that way I can recommend it as a great place to stay.

The first day we were there was good with some nice offshore waves and a small crowd but yesterday morning was fantastic. What was supposed to be a stormy day turned offshore and was a sweet 3ft with peaks all up the beach and a really good one just 50m from where we were staying.

We were due to move on… but who could leave when it was as good as this?…

There was no one out and although it was cold, it was probably the best surf of the trip. I’ve uploaded some pics below…

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Needless to say it was very hard to move on…

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And those walls held up!

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Rocket Science?

‘Blog That!’

Those were Danelle’s words to me on Sunday morning after church… You see it was one of those days when you see a bunch of people getting it right and we both felt it. Let me tell you about it…

After having dinner with some of the folks from Pambula Baptist on Saturday night we decided to join them in church on Sunday. They were great people, we enjoyed their company and were keen to meet their wider community and share the time with them.

As Sunday dawned it just happened that the surf was again looking good… but we had committed to church. Damn… 

Knowing that it was also Fathers Day I was even more tempted to bale as I rarely enjoy the annual routine of making a fuss of dads and preaching on ‘God as Father’ or something similar. I find fathers day gets a little routine for my liking and I have heard enough of those kinds of sermons.

But I wanted to go, so after some tears and frustration at home because Ellie couldn’t decide what to wear we finally got on the road and down to the building where they meet.

It’s a double classroom and nothing very special about it, but the vibe the folks there created more than made up for a simple environment.

If you think I’ve been a little caustic in regard to some of my experiences of church over the last 4 months then prepare yourself for a much more effusive description here today because it left an impression.

Just to give context, we wandered into a fairly typical entry area with some people greeting and a little girl giving out fathers day gifts. We made our way in and found 4 seats just near the front – closer than I normally like, but all ok. The room filled up with 60 or 70 people, a few young families but predominantly the 50+s and quite a few older folk. It looked like you’d expect a church to look in a retirement / tourist region.

The leader led us in a bunch of songs that were excellent God focused expressions of worship and did a brilliant job. There was noticeable desire in the people to be there and to engage – something that always lifts the energy in the room. I found myself being drawn in… a rare experience of late and one I welcomed.

There was also lots of laughter and love. We celebrated with a bloke who had just got a job after 8 months of searching and we listened as people described what is going on in the church. It was warm and felt like a healthy family who were glad to be together.

We were welcomed specifically and made to feel like part if the family (probably because we were known to the elders) and then Sam was asked if he wanted to read a couple of verses out of his new Bible. (we bought him a Bible the day before and he eats, sleeps and goes to the toilet with it) He had brought it with him to dinner last night and shared his knowledge with anyone who would listen so Garry who invited him up was aware of his excitement. To his credit the little bloke wandered down the front and started flipping thru to try and find a verse. He finished up reading John 3:16 and of course it made everyone love him. While it was engaging and a little cute, Garry told me later that a priority for the church this year has been to get people into the Bible, so Sam was a very good reminder of how passionate we can be to know God.

The message was also by one of the mums and again we were impresed with the passion, clarity and depth that we observed. I didnt sense that the woman was a natural preacher, but the content and sense of challenge she shared was really top shelf stuff and left both of us saying ‘wow – she is good!’

Communion followed and was again well led and significant. Then there was the whole after church bit where we had people speak to us non stop before inviting us out for lunch.

In many ways it was a typical church service, but it’s hard to capture in words the intangible qualities of a church that really seems to be getting some things right. 

Again I was reminded that the look of the building or the quality of the musos etc is not what impresses me these days. Buy the atmosphere created by people who show genuine love for one another, love for God and love for strangers speaks volumes about the health of the place.

I’m sure they are a mob with their flaws and foibles like everyone else, but maybe it’s the case that when a community loves well everything else can be easily relegated to secondary places.

Interestingly this is a community without a paid leader, which again impresses because it shows the way churches can function when they are left to get on with it and aren’t able to rely on a salaried person.

There was much to learn and much to be thankful for at Pambula last Sunday.

Church on the Beach?

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No I’m not referring to the location of your building, although if you’ve got to have one then you could do worse than this Catholic Pizza Hut lookalike on the beachfront at Eden NSW!

I am thinking specifically of how we function as Christian communities. If we genuinely believe that the relational nature of the triune God is to be reflected in the way we live out discipleship, then we will accept that it is only in community that the life of faith is lived fully and truly. (I hesitate to say that it’s ‘impossible’ to live the life of faith outside of community, but I am very close to that conviction.) 

But what happens when the unique and sometimes rigid culture of the faith community just doesn’t resonate with the people who are seeking to follow Jesus? In the past our response has been ‘well this is church and that’s all there is to it’, but thankfully I get the sense that we are progressing beyond this rather selfish and short sighted club mentality.

This week I caught up with Fred, a church leader in Woolongong and was inspired again by a brilliant bloke who has been able to see things differently and as a result create christian community for those who would never do the ‘normal’ Sunday thing.

Fred is a pastor of a church that has 3 congregations, one that meets on a Sunday in a community centre (under his leadership) one that meets in a home on a weeknight and a third that meets on the beach on a Saturday morning.

He tells the story of one of his church’s best evangelists being perpetually frustrated because every time his surfer/footy mates showed an interest in faith he would take them to church and that was the deal breaker. These guys were open to exploring faith but the culture of the existing Sunday morning expression was foreign and unhelpful to their journey.

Rather than simply saying ‘suck it up’, or feeling threatened, Fred discussed the challenge with his ‘evangelist’ and decided to ‘take church to them’ and create Christian community in a way that would help them continue the faith journey in a way that made sense to them.

So now this group of blokes meet on the Warilla beach each Saturday morning for breakfast, a game of footy or some surfing and a time of confession, encouragement and teaching. As I discussed the nature of the group with Fred he was clear that some of the guys are still early in the faith journey, some are still pretty rough and ready, but they have found a community where there is love, acceptance and discipleship and where they don’t need to morph into mild mannered middle class folks to be welcomed.

I remember running Campus Life groups with YFC about 27 years ago now and seeing another young surfer bloke called Troy come to a place of genuine faith and try to fit into the local church of the time. He gave it a real good shot, but it was clear that he didn’t belong there and eventually he drifted off. I often lamented this as a youth worker but didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know you could mess with this thing called church and not finish up losing your way or becoming a heretic.

One of my dreams has been to see a multiplicity of expressions of Christian community developed so that we do connect with the Troys and the Warilla boys in ways that help them follow Jesus – and not just them but every other person who simply doesn’t fit the conservative middle class culture that seems to typify so much of the Australian church.

I thank God for the ‘Freds’ who didn’t get their nose out of joint at being resisted, but saw an opportunity to think creatively and innovatively about how to make disciples.

The lingering question is always ”how do we help those in smaller culture specific groups experience the breadth of humanity that makes up the Christian church?’ But I’m intrigued that thus question is only ever asked of them… While I think it is a consideration, it’s also true that many Sunday congregations are highly monocultural also and could easily face the same question…  

   

Who Said?

For some reason I was born as a kid who loved to ask ‘why?’

 I remember regularly annoying my maths teacher with questions about the relevance of quadratic equations to everyday life, (and she never did deliver satisfactory answers so I was perpetually undermotivated in maths…)

But seriously I am convinced the ability to ask ‘why?’ or to see things from a completely different perspective is vastly undervalued by a world that just wants you to shut up and tow the line. I don’t know too many dissenting thinkers who are loved by the society / communities they are a part of because those dissenting voices cause discomfort for others or discomfort for the ‘system’ they are a part of. They challenge the status quo and seem to enjoy exploring an imagination that is different to the norm.

Obviously I have done a lot of thinking about church and mission in this regard but it’s defintely not confined to that subject. I was chatting with a good mate last week and we realized we share some similar ‘divergent’ views when it comes to life.

On the issue of ‘retirement’ neither of us have any desire to stop doing what we love when we turn 55 or 60. Who really wants to spend the last 20 or 30 years in self indulgent living away from the things of life that give us the most energy. And where is the biblical framing of that idea? The whole notion of retirement is part of a specific worldview that we don’t need to buy into if we don’t want to.

Then there’s superannuation… Most super plans assume that when you retire you will need (or want) to live on the same amount of money as you are currently earning. I don’t know about you but I reckon that if the house is paid off and the kids are gone then we can live very simply and comfortably. An income (in today terms) of $30k would probably be quite livable – but the dominant thinking is that we need to be able to live it up in the retirement years… Really? And at what cost to the life we live today?

Then there’s how we live day to day. No surprises that we all have been convinced of our need for many apparent necessities, that in reality are very unessential. For the last few days we have been living in a caravan park in Warilla (I reckon it has the highest bogans’ population in Oz!) where there is a high resident population and we found ourselves saying ‘what a mission field!’ We live in a comfortable 4 x 2 in suburbia but there is no reason why we couldn’t buy into a caravan park and live there. In fact there is much to be said for that kind of life, but it isn’t promoted as an option in our western worldview where home ownership is our salvation. Why not? And why don’t Christians see the opportunity for instant community?

Even taking this holiday was a result of saying ‘why not?’ So many people we meet say ‘we’d love to do that but it’s just too hard…’ and part of the reason it’s too hard is simply because the imagination is stuck in a groove that doesn’t give permission. I was playing scrabble on facebook the other day (and getting my butt seriously kicked) with a woman who had dreamt of doing a similar trip but had given it up as too tricky. We ‘chatted’ as we played and I explained how we were doing it. I’m not sure all of what transpired for her, but today her status read ‘ WOO HOO! we’re going!’ fantastic I reckon… And why not?…

I could go on, but you get the idea. I am a complete believer that just because something ‘is’ doesn’t mean it ‘has to be’. In fact if we apply this kind of thinking to all of life then chances are we will live richer more invigorating lives, and might even inspire others to do similar.

Of course you can’t bring that kind of thnking into the church and not expect some heat. When our much loved cultural practices  (erroneously given theological foundations) are questioned or critiqued then we discover that questioning comes at a price.

Of course the pay-off in seeing people freed to live outside of man made rules is worth every cent in my humble opinion!