Where did time fly?
Few days are left. Still time to trim the black berry bush. Still time to give the cabinet a final coating. Still time for sharing, chatting and hanging in the lounge. Still time for a few hard questions and honest discussions over lunch.
It’s been rich. It’s been challenging. There’s been low days. There’s been rough ones. Frustration. Gravel grinding against teeth. But somehow, that’s when I listen better. It takes time to chew. Wounds takes time to heal. Deep ones take deeper digging.
Like the way I look at life. My perception. The way I interpret everything. I’m not static. How I read the Bible is not the truth. The truth might be in there, but I’d be a fool not to take into account my particular coding: Who am I? … Well, gosh: I’m Scandinavian, Copenhagener, a martial artist, a graphic artist with years on various continents. I understand life different than you do. I read the Bible differently than you. And that’s a good thing, I think. How about you? How do you interpret yourself and what is thrown at you?
Often, my approach is not the Bible’s approach. In other areas it’s silent and leaves plenty of room for co-creation. But it’s in there. I need to allow room for God to reshape … Does that statement seem odd to you? Is it like some external factor messing with how YOU want to live your life? Well, that just might be a good thing. We need input to thrive. We need stimulation to grow. To stay alive even. (Some of the worst forms of torture involves deprivation of stimuli). Influence from the outside is vital. Relating to people unlike yourself is crucial for transformation.
No offense. But for me, being influenced by someone who claimed to be the truth and the life is where it’s at. It took me years to get used to the idea. It seemed foreign to me. My whole being rejected it, as if it was an unwelcome organ implant. That has changed. I’m not alone. I’m not under control by religious rules or restrictions. I’m free to live and do good stuff.
I have no clue, whether that seems like mumbo-jumbo to you or not. Or maybe, you take it as if I’m subscribing to some kind of particular religious denomination where you’re supposed to say these things. I say bollocks to that. Self-righteous religiosity will get the planet nowhere. But seriously: Why does the notion of the supernatural seem to be such an unfair claim to so many? … Has the church messed it up that bad? If that is the case, perhaps it’s time to refresh. The Bible still stands, despite it’s so called Christians who distort its meaning beyond recognition for their own ends.
We have sent the application letter in. To stay here. To work, serve and learn more. To commit to Christ’s Kingdom and to all people coming through. To learn from them. To grow with them. To practice the lost art of hospitality. In spite of what the world might think. It’s going to take mountain-climbing. For one thing, I’m not easy. I’ve got more passion than patience … Thankfully, there are solid folks around here to keep us accountable on what it means to walk ‘that path’.
A few years ago, a colleague of mine was joking with me, when he realized that I was getting out of
Dodge Denmark to face my faith. “What are you gonna do, man? Walk the earth, like that guy in Pulp Fiction?” … Little did he know that that exact scene always stuck with me as a whole lot more than a surprising twist in a postmodern, ultra-violent string of images.
I wouldn’t want to spoil the scene, by dragging it into a theological discussion. (If you feel so inclined, the space below is all yours). My point is, that Jules acknowledges God’s intervention. He’s touched. And he acts on it, although being ridiculed by his buddy, Vincent. That’s where I’m at. Acting on faith. Call me a bum if you must. I’d be proud if you did.