Here is a short Christmas video to warm the coldest of hearts!! Note how a child leads them.
Journeys
22 Decthis time of year, everyone is on a journey
some journey distances, other wait for loved ones
some children journey in expectations, some in fear, disappointment, and even abuse
Angels traveled on a journey, a passage from heaven to earth, when Jesus was born. They carry images, their, our and the world’s past and eternity’s future with them. They had what seems on reflection an impossible journey. It wasn’t.
But
‘nothing is impossible with God.’
No journey, no passage can fail for He journeys, God journeys with us.
He isGod with us.
2014 December
‘in’Wheeldon-Christopher Wheeldon, in Paris and in Wonderland
19 DecThis December there are two productions in Paris and in London with the choreography of Christopher Wheeldon, ‘An American in Paris and ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.’
I have been fortunate to see each the past two weeks and what strikes me is how ‘All in’ Wheeldon’s work is. The sets of both productions, the, his, dancers’ steps, the café and club scenes all flash with rainbow colours and intense movement. It is seeing, moving and feeling at all the same moment. We as viewers move with the dancers, and become them. We are in their movements. their steps.
For example, the Mad Hatter in ‘Alice’ as a tap dancer who can’t stop tapping? Madness. The closing ballet scene in ‘An American in Paris’ with the black and white costumes for the imagined dancing scene amidst the colours of the on-going real ballet? Two ballets, one imagined by the lovers, the other a performance going on the same time? In different designs? Madness. But madness that works.
Christopher’s work implies the essence, the importance of being in step with ‘in’ the moment with the music. For him, it appears that Paris, London, NYC, his studio, Fire Island, his living spaces, are all places where he is totally present or ‘in.’
To be this, in, means then that every step, every moment is of importance. He chooses to recreate works by being in, by being part of them.
Nothing was is better than being in Christopher’s moments. Nothing. in.
the idea
16 Decso, the idea is-why do we/I love what destroys, tears, devours me? us?
a simple answer, a simple plan:
life, our life is not and will never be enough.
I want more. We always want more.
And only He, our Jesus, can provide this ‘more’.
Yesterday, 15 december I had a massively, massively challenging day. The new flat? No heat or hot water or current. Tranformer burnt out. I ‘lost’ my schedule in the house. An with it our UK banking devise. Walk through at the old flat at 12 was stressful. The the ‘Hobbit’ movie Priscilla wanted to see? Violence and no character devlopment. A waste of three hours after the stressfill walk through. Home to new flat. Heat on. I cooked dinne & washed dishesr. Did two hours ofmarriage counseling with a couple in crisis with Priscilla.
But- but today
Ashley called me today and said He was moved to pray for me. me.
me.
Loved, by a saint. That is His simple plan…to be loved. the plan, His idea. 1 John 4:19 we love
we love Ashley, because, He first loved us.
what an idea.
Works for me
bronx dis by nba
4 DecThe NBA All-Stear game for 2015 will be in NYC and the the NBA has finally gone back to the basics and has designed beautiful dark and light jerseys for the game. (See Yahoo article below)
I love the jersey sleeve picture with two (yes 2!!!!) Queens logos and NO Bronx! Here…
Some things never, ever change…
faithless or unfaithful?
1 Decfrom Hosea 2:20
‘and I will betroth you to Me in faithfulness. Then you will know the Lord.’
We all marry someone or something. We all worship, adore, connect to another. God, the Father of Jesus, the partner with the Spirit weds us as we see in Hosea. This is His desire: to be our beloved.
He is faithful. All others have to be unfaithful. It is their nature to seek to worship another. A fear. A love. A desire. An object.
Some believe that the Hebrew root of the, for the word ‘idol’-or what we seek to love and worship-is ‘dung’. In other words-we worship our own excrement. We worship the worst of ourselves, our waste.
Even the faint desire to be loved, faint, without him is excrement, feces, our own dung.
Such worship is faithless. When I worship like this, I am loving, adoring my own desires.
Expecting human love, I myself am faithless.
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