Tuesday, August 31, 2004

richard said he'd buy my car

Elvis is moving on. As I am. Alas, my transport metamorphoses into the public. Private moments where noone can reach me, can anyone see me?, shattered by sweaty armpits at rush hour.

Elvis, it's been a delight. Where have I been that you have not? What have you not witnessed? The romance. The tears. The crumbs. You are the king and together we ruled the road. Divided Belfast soil fills your treads, tartan winds of Edinburgh blow from your exhaust and millage, racked, from caring. You sang along to Ally's busking in traffic and still bounce the beats of Soul Survivor.

But there's fist marks in your steering from London. It's those fist marks that convince me you're not city bound. And, alas, I am poor. Public alone. Does anyone want to buy my mobile?

Monday, August 30, 2004

churches and carnivals

As time ticks away and the countdown continues I once again visit that city that is to be my home, to look for a church. A morning of worshipping with good music inspired by gospel and jazz sounds, flowing into a BBQ with good conversation and the same gospel and jazz commenced, as the search took an exciting turn. A turn into conversation with some new found friends: Goldsmiths college students, come tour guides, who scurried through the crowds in nottinghill carnival guiding us to where the pulse of african music filled our chests, bright colours of flowing costumes juxtaposed the concrete of the surrounding buildings, causing our every bone to dance. Richard, I'm sorry, there was plenty of culture but I couldn't test tube it for you. There was just too much. Both in the church and at the carnival. But that joy that also can't be test tubed both at the vulnerability of new friendships, sharing with you last week and the excitement of God's new gifts, well, I give it back to the Source.

times and seasons

"...they asked him, 'Lord, will you at this time restore the kingdom to Israel?'
He said to them, 'It is not for you to know times or seasons that the Father has
fixed by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has
come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and
Samaria, and to the end of the earth." (Acts 1:6-8)
I cannot help but feel this speaking to my soul into my wonderings of late. Recently, the plans I had for my future have become somewhat different from those imagined and I find myself questioning more now. But it is not for me to question. I will not know the times or seasons. I never actually did, I just thought I did. Jesus told the disciples to focus on being witnesses to the world of his love. As Rebecca reminded me on Saturday that remains our purpose when all other's are shrouded by confusion. It's time to focus on this again and not on lost dreams. The disciple's dream of a new kingdom was in tatters and Jesus went back home. The adventure was actually just beginning...

in the source

It seems to be the done thing to explain oneself away for the following blogs. Feeling like I have nothing to prove I try to resist, but ultimately come to the conclusion that this is as good a place to start as any. Being that creativity pulses through my veins, but is rarely given the time or space for being bettered, i write in order to improve.