Dead

“Jesus came to raise the dead. The only qualification for the gift of the Gospel is to be dead. You don’t have to be smart. You don’t have to be good. You don’t have to be wise. You don’t have to be wonderful. You just have to be dead. That’s it.”   Robert Farrar Capon

Other people

When I talk about “inclusion” of people … I am not talking only about starting up special schools or residences or creating good soup kitchens or new hospitals … I am not saying we should be kind to such people because they are human beings. Nor it is a question of “normalizing” them in order that they can be “like us,” participate in church services, and go to the movies and the local swimming pool. When I speak of the inclusion of those who are marginalized I am affirming that they have a gift to give us all …The excluded, I believe, live certain values that we all need to discover and to live ourselves before we can become truly human. It is not a question of performing good deeds for those who are excluded but of being open and vulnerable to them in order to receive the life that they can offer; it is to become their friends. … they will change things in us. - Jean Vanier

Congratulations

I know it’s late, but I want to congratulate New Zealand for winning the Rugby World Cup.  I’ve been rooting for you guys ever since we lost to the Aussies.  24 Years is a long wait.  Just wish we could have a Southern/Northern clash every other 4 years   In any way, enjoy it.  You’ve deserved it.

Remembering

I must admit, I’ve been lucky.  Until now, non of my friends or parents have died.  I do not know death very well.  My grandmother died when I was 4 and her funeral was enough for me to decide that I want nothing to do with the whole dying business.  Dying sucks big time for me.

Then last Sunday, my uncle died.  We are a small close-knit family and now there’s a hole in it.  Later the same Sunday, one of our university-day friends died.  A friendship of 22 years gone.  So, if you will bear with me, or bear me for that matter, I’m going to tell you a little about them and what I remember.

First, my Uncle.  His name was Isak, an Afrikaans version of  Isaac.  To the world in general, he was a non-entity.  Only a few people knew of his existence.  After he retired, he lived in a small flat and he loved his little space.  He loved watching TV, reading the newspaper, doing crosswords and puzzles.  He was never married.  Sundays he would get in his car, and visit my parents(he was my father’s brother) and my aunt(her brother too).  A Sunday meal is our family institution and food is one of the ways my mother tells people that she loves them.  He would talk about what he has seen on TV and read in the newspaper.  Although his living space was small, his world was big.

I think what I remember about him the most was his loyalty en dependability towards us.  If I were to ask him to drive me to Cape Town(about 800 miles), he would do it.   He helped out whenever he could.  He always took meticulous care of his car.  He never complained about his life.  He was  someone solid that you only notice out of the corner of your eye.  Never in the spotlight.  Soft spoken.  Smoking a cigarette.  Loving a beer.  Only 11 people were at his funeral.  As I’ve said before, nobody really knows that he is gone, but for us his family,  Sundays will never be the same.

Her full names were Jacqueline Judith.  To her friends she was Jackie.  To me, she was Jacks.  I cannot remember how we met, but the friendship was instant.  I introduced her to her husband(my roommate).  He was a kind of a loner when it comes to the female species.  Then one day I grabbed him on campus and told him to come with me.  I wanted to ask Jacky something.  We went and after a while I noticed a connection between the two.  I told them I had to go to the bathroom and … left.  About 7 hours later, he came back They were married 2 weeks before Anette and I were married.

She was a pharmacist and a very good one.  While they were living in our town, we never went to the doctor.  We just went to her and describe the symptoms.  She gave the correct medicine and health returned.  She was meticulous.  She could do a lot of things at the same time, but there was an order to it that’s hard to explain.  She broke stuff down into understandable and doable bits.  She was also wise.  The wisdom and the order combined , had a calming effect on people.  She could listen to people’s ramblings, put her thoughts into it and suddenly you knew what to do.

She was funny.  Sometimes she only caught on at the end of a joke and then it became hilarious.  She could laugh.  She made music.  Played keyboard for church get-togethers.  She played golf.  Sometimes better than her husband, which led to comical bantering for days.  They did triathlons together. 

She was brave.  Got cancer about 12 years ago.  Sometimes, she drove alone to get her chemo treatments.  She was beautiful even with no hair.  They could not have any children.  They would have been great parents.  But they had each other and that was enough for them.  Of course there were 2 dogs, one which only has 3 legs.

A year ago the cancer came back, this time in her skeleton.  6 Weeks ago, it was in her brain.  Even when she could not eat or sit straight by herself, she gave you half a smile if she recognized you.  She died in her bed at home.  It was a good death.  Her husband thanked God for the time they had together and he gave her to our Father and then she was gone.

Today a week ago was her funeral.  Lots of people came.  Her husband did not want a traditional funeral, but there were lots of family from the more traditional religious background, so it was mostly traditional.  I was disappointed.  I think we could have celebrated her life “better”.  (I have issues with funerals also

She loved Jesus. She was not afraid to die.

I will miss saying Jacqueline Judith.

I dream of more time

This year is storming forward.  Time is going faster than it should be.  I thought there was time to do stuff, only to find out, I was wrong.    Why am I talking about time?  Well, because my favorite blogger died.  And I am not ready for his death.  I still wanted to read some of his posts.  I wanted to him to be healthy again.  I wanted lots of things for him, but as it turns out, dreams are sometimes only dreams.

Everybody knows it by now, but Michael Spencer (I-Monk) died two days ago.  I will miss him terribly.  I found his blog about three years ago while looking for a few quotes.  I loved his writing and read through all his posts in the archives in a week or so.  From then on, I-Monk was at the top of my RSS reader.  His voice seemed at times like the only sane one in the evangelical wilderness.  He made me cry with his struggles and honesty.  He did not hide his struggles.  Sometimes he used words that I had to look up in a dictionary.  He was a genius and if I had to guess, a workaholic.  In all his posts were “yes!” moments.  You know, when your head suddenly moves up and down as you agree with him.  Jesus was at the center of His life and he knew the church inside and out.  He knew grace and perhaps that’s why he spoke so easily into our hearts.  Brokenness connects with brokenness.  Messy understands a mess.  And he was a voice for the voiceless.

There are lots of things I do not understand, but the one thing I do not understand is why he could not be longer with us.  I know I’m selfish when asking, but we needed his voice in the church.  I do not know of a similar voice.  But then again, most of my faith “heroes” could have been with us a little longer than they were.  Keith Green, Rich Mullins, Mike Yaconelli all died too soon.   When Mike Yaconelli died, my wife had to hold me.  I cried like a baby.  With I-Monk it’s different.  I have been mourning the loss of his voice from the time I heard he had cancer.  Now I mourn him as a person and I think I will mourn Michael Spencer for a very long time.  He was a daily reminder that Jesus loves.  And yes, if you are wondering, he is now on my “heroes” list.  He would in all likelihood not agree with me.   Tough, I’m still on this side of the curtain.

My thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends.  Their loss is so much more than mine.  Thank you, Father, for the privilege of reading I-Monk all these years.

Michael Spencer (I-Monk)

Old earth and life

I just want to highlight two posts I’ve read today.  Both tell a story.  And it hits close to home.  One is Why I’m no longer “Young Earth” from Neil Carter and the other is In the Land of Inconsequence by Dan Edelen.

I don’t think I’ve ever believed the earth is 6000 years young and Neil echoes my sentiments.  I think christians are afraid to question the six days because once you start to ask questions there’s no telling where you might stop.  It seems to me that those who are very vocal about it, are scared of losing their faith.(as if their faith depended on the Bible.)

The post by Dan is brutal to say the least.  It’s a honest look into his life and if we are honest too, our lives as well.  He asks the right questions.  He has no answers.  It’s a good place to be.  Looking back and see the promises and the “what if’s”.  Meeting God inside the stubbornness of everyday life.  Wondering how we got here?  It sucks.

I think it’s good to reflect on what was and where we were.  But it’s usually the now sobers us up and  it’s the now that we have to deal with.  The future happens one now after the other. How did I get here?  One now at a time.  Do I still have dreams left?  Yes, but I want God more. Do I sometimes feel stuck?  Yes, but God is here in the “stuck”.  He was present when the “what if’s” and “what the hell’s” happened.  I hope, through everything that has happened so far, that I’ve grown to a place where I will not miss Him again in the now.  Luckily for me, God is faithful.

God bless

Another new year

It’s now official.  I’m terrible at blogging.  But I’m actually brilliant at hanging around the blogosphere I’m just not much of a talker about myself.  Never got in the habit and I have a phlegmatic personality.  A very strong one.  It means  that I’m easygoing, relaxed and tends to be low-key.  My experiences/emotions do not fluctuate much.   To me, then, my life is not that interesting.  That is why you are not hearing a lot from my side.  I’ve said most of what I wanted to say.  I had to get it out of my system and now that I have…well you get the picture.  More or less, silence.

I know it’s already the new year, but somehow I’m not embracing this one with much enthusiasm.  I’m still viewing it from afar.  I have no idea why.  There is just so much that have to happen this year.  I don’t feel ready.   It’s sometimes difficult to get me moving and I resent being pushed.  I like my comfort zone.

That said, God is as close as ever.  I’ll put my hand in His and see what happens.  Remind me again in a year’s time to tell you about 2010

To all of you, I’ll pray that you will meet Jesus in interesting ways in the coming year.  Have a blessed 2010!!

Falling

This from Frederick Buechner,

Gildas stands on just one leg; the other is gone from the knee down: “Gildas begins hopping sideways to reach for his stick in the corner and loses his balance. He almost falls in a heap when Brendan leaps forward to catch him. ‘I’m as crippled as the dark world,’ Gildas says. ‘If it comes to that, which one of us isn’t, my dear,’ Brendan replies. For a moment or two, Brendan pauses in thought, and then he says, ‘To lend each other a hand when we’re falling — perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.‘”

Living in fictionland

It was Oscar Wilde who said.

The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily.  That is what fiction means.

I think a lot of Christians live in fictionland.  The reason why we are trying to be good is to have a happy ending…or perhaps I should say, a happy ending, NOW.  A lot of us think by being in the church, we will escape the pain of everyday life.  We live in this man-made word where everybody is smiling or pretends to be smiling.  That’s when we begin to give fiction answers to real life pain.  And saddest of all…because we live in fictionland, we miss God in the real one.

Apparently and Question 14

Apparently I don’t blog anymore …nearly, but I am still around.  I turned 40 in August.  Ha!! I think we tend to think a lot more around this age for some unknown reason

I have a friend, Jackie, who was diognosed with cancer.  If you have the time, please pray for her.  We’ve been friends for 21 years.  I introduced her to her husband which was my roommate at university.  thanks…

Ok, on to my question and it has to do with these verses.

1Co 12:21  The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.”
1Co 12:22  On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable,
1Co 12:23  and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty,
1Co 12:24  which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it,
1Co 12:25  that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another.
1Co 12:26  If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.

Have you EVER been in a congregation where verse 22 was visibly seen in action?  In other words, have anyone of you reading this, EVER been in a congregation where the weakest was indispensable?

I have never been in such a congregation or seen one.   Have you?