I think Peta summed up our last few days pretty well…
So… On Monday, the most wonderful Becca and Donna (a.k.a. the Scottish-tachi) arrived in the sunny, beautiful, happy land of Sapporo.
Our reunion after a whole 4 months apart was a wonderful thing.
And the time since has been…. Amazing/hilarious/wonderful/beautiful/I-have-no-idea. Really.
I actually have no words to sum up the last few days.
In a 48 hour period we have….
1. Eaten a huge amount of breakfast food…
2. Been up Sapporo observatory…
Yep. This completely stunning city is the place I now call home, love completely, pray over and am so happy to share with some of the people I…
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An interesting blog from a pastor which I thought was worth sharing…
Hello my name is church,
I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me. I have no shortage of critics. Perhaps you have heard that I am…
Boring Shallow Cheap A waste of time
You’ve heard that I am full of:
Hypocrites Clowns Greedy people The self-righteous
Maybe you have visited me before and discovered:
Horrible music Passionless singing Dry preaching Rude congregants
Maybe you needed me and I was:
Too busy Too “righteous” Too broke Too blind
Maybe you joined me and found I was:
Distant Demanding Dull Preoccupied
Maybe you tried to serve in me but were caught off guard by:
Business meetings Committees Teams Bureaucracy
Maybe you left and were surprised that nobody:
Called Cared Noticed Invited you back
Perhaps your experience has driven you to:
Speak negatively of me Swear to never come back to me Proclaim that no one needs me Believe you’re better off without me
If this is true, I have something to say to you:
I’m sorry I was wrong I blew it I made a huge mistake
But remember, I never said my name was:
Perfect Flawless Complete Arrived
My name is church. I welcome the:
Hypocrite Dry Self-righteous Shallow
I welcome the
Sincere Passionate Forgiving Selfless
I cannot shut my doors to the people who make you:
Angry Uncomfortable Impatient Self-conscious
But I would remind you that we couldn’t always worship in the same room. In the Old Testament there was a division between the:
Gentile Jew Man Woman
In order for us to all worship in the same room Christ was:
Shamed Beaten Killed Resurrected
Which is far worse than being:
Bored Uncomfortable Embarrassed Ignored
So why not come back to church and let all of these messed up people:
Challenge you Sharpen you Strengthen you Humble you
I can’t promise you that the people will be great. This is church. It’s not:
Heaven Paradise Beulah Land The Celestial city
God wants you here. The body needs you here. The world needs your witness here. You belong here.
Hello, my name is church.
I miss you.
I love you.
Can’t wait to see you.
So I was trying to think of something to blog about today and I couldn’t really think of anything. But I was discussing buying a new set of poi with my friends last night I realised that most people have never heard of them or seen how they work. So I thought hey, why not blog about poi?!
So let’s start with what are poi? (I looked to good old mr wikipedia for this one)
Poi refers to both a style of performing art and the equipment used for engaging in poi performance. As a performance art, poi involves swinging tethered weights through a variety of rhythmical and geometric patterns. Poi artists may also sing or dance while swinging their poi. Poi can be made from various materials with different handles, weights, and effects (such as fire).
Poi originated with the Māori people of New Zealand, where it is still practiced today. Poi has also gained a following in many other countries. The expansion of poi culture has led to a significant evolution of the styles practiced, the tools used, and the definition of the word “poi.”
Maybe I should show you some people swinging some poi as it’ll be easier to picture what I mean.
I’m afraid this video isn’t very good but it’s the best I could find on YouTube so here you go. Enjoy 🙂
Read an interesting blog today and thought it was worth posting for you all to read. So here it is:
Alright Ladies, this one is for you.
To be honest, I’m disgusted by the way our world treats you. It’s sad to say, but it’s almost as if our world purposely ignores the way we treat women. And Christian or not, the topic of weight and waist floats across the board of conversations. Not to mention how many women have struggled with weight issues in their past. The heartless conversations definitely don’t help.
The Church is supposed to be a place of freedom, acceptance and purity. But how many times have you found your insecurity level rise while in the presence of Christian men or women? Our conversation is supposed to encourage, not deter.
Ephesians 4:29 – Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.
1 Samuel 16:7 – “For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart.”
If yes, why is that?
Now don’t get me wrong. I am not saying all Christian men/women are like this. But what I am saying is that it’s wrong and not of God. You are beautiful in the eyes or God, and until someone can look at you through His eyes, their sight is of the world and not of purity.
Continue to seek God, and do not let the opinion of men or women crush your foundation in Christ. Regardless if you weigh 50 lbs, 100 lbs, or 300 lbs. You have been made in HIS image, and don’t you ever forget that.
Ladies, your beauty is not defined by your waist size or weight, but by your heart and passion for Jesus Christ. And, if anyone says differently, I wouldn’t waste your time in their presence because they’re only going to bring you down.
A real man knows waist size is a waste. It’s a heart for God that counts.
Genesis 1:27 – So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
– Jarrid Wilson
When I was 18, which is 10 pretty long year ago now, I remember our senior pastor doing a teaching series that will forever remain seared into my mind.
This one phrase I will always remember.
‘When you look into the eyes of an anointed person, you see brokenness’.
I remember being 18. Hearing those words. Contemplating them.
I really wanted to work for God, and be used by God more, and see His power overflow in my life. I really longed for an anointing.
But brokenness? Not so much.
I remember going forwards for prayer at that service because something had gripped me… But I still didn’t really get it. Not really. I didn’t want to go through any trial. Not real trial. I didn’t want to go through any pain. Not real pain. And I wanted to be used by God… But changed by God? Broken by God?…
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