Monthly Archives: June 2016

Lend a helping hand.

“Look Mom,’ it’s trying to escape!” Four year old Nicholas was watching his big brother fly his new kite.

“Mmm!” said Mom. She glanced up from her needlework.

“It looks like a bird. It wants to fly.”

“Mmm!”

Nicholas spied Mom’s sewing scissors.

“Don’t worry, little kite,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

 

This story is in response to this week’s Shapefitting challenge.

Letters from the Embassy

I have decided to discontinue Coffee with Wings  and replace it with Letters from the Embassy. I want to continue the metaphor that I explored in The Embassy on Thursday. I thought that the main function of an embassy is to help people from the home kingdom when they need help. However, today I was forced to broaden my horizons when I got today’s communique from the king. It is from the big Book of Policies that dictates the policies of the kingdom which ambassadors have to follow.

It is from Matthew 10:25 and is the well known parable of the Good Samaritan. The Samaritan was of a different ethnicity and culture to the man who was attacked by robbers. Nevertheless he:-

  • Stopped.  So often in my busy life I have made my plans and budgeted time for various things. I tend to feel resentful when other people hijack my time. That is not the attitude of an ambassador.
  • Engaged with the wounded man. He bent down, bandaged him and did what first aid he could.
  • Used his own transport to take the man to a place where he could recover.
  • Used his own money to pay for the accommodation and treatment of the injured man.

Then the king says “Go and do likewise.” This is very challenging and I am not sure that I can. If I can just be mindful of my brief that is a start. I probably need a lot more guidance and experience before I can do even a fraction of it.

Songs that make me happy

 

This is in response to Helen’s prompt at Song Lyric Sunday.

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I chose the hymn, All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander. It makes me think of childhood and innocence, when the world is a wonderful place to explore and the beauty of nature is a constant unfolding of amazement.

 

The Embassy

In our fellowship group we are doing the Reframe course, run by Regent College.

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On Monday we discussed how being a Christian was like being an ambassador in a foreign country.  One of the things that struck me was that, if you are an ambassador, one of the requirements of the job is to learn the language and customs of the country to which you are sent. It is no use speaking “Christianese” to the world. Among ourselves at the Embassy, however, that is perfectly all right.

I have been pondering on this image and trying to relate it to my life.

the Embassy (the Church) is our mother-ship. It is where we find resources for our work, where we are encouraged, sometimes disciplined if we are acting contrary to our own country’s policies. Of course we also have to obey the laws of the country we are in while maintaining the customs of our home country.

My home country is actually more like a kingdom and if I want to do my job properly it would be a good idea to have a hotline to the king. Then every morning I could report for duty and get any special instructions for the day.

I got to thinking about what the main function of an embassy is. I have no first hand experience but I would imagine one of the prime functions is to support citizens from my home kingdom. They, too, are in a foreign country and, let’s face it, stuff happens.  My role as ambassador would be to help wherever I can.

Another function of the Embassy is to represent our kingdom and our king. As ambassadors, we have a certain amount of authority given to us. We can arrange passports for foreigners and other legal documents. We can pray in the name of our king and our petitions are heard. We can lead others to become citizens of our home kingdom.

Looking at life from this point of view, I am not doing very well. I have become so acclimatized to the foreign country that I don’t stand out at all. I go about my life very much making my own decisions as impulse takes me. It is time for a new mindset.  Please pray for me.

 

Nightmare

“Pleeeease Granny, it’s only five Rand.” How can I resist such a pleading four year old face.

“OK then. Here you are.”

I go to the ladies bathroom while she’s on the horse.

I return. No horse. No granddaughter.

This is part of the shapeshifting flash fiction challenge. This week the story must be exactly 39 words based on the following photo prompt.

 

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Badge: Shapeshifting 13 #59

A Bookish Gentleman

Charles went back to the library after twenty five years.

It was hushed as he’d remembered it. It seemed like the spirit of Mama drifted and swirled in between the dusty pages.

“Are you sure we can take books home?” he’d asked her in awe.  He had been three when Mama  introduced him to the Library.

She’d smiled. “Only for three weeks. Then you bring them back and take others.”

He loved books.

After the accident, when he lived in the Orphanage, he read all the books he could find.

Charles Drummond, PhD, looked around.  “Thank you, Mama,” he whispered. 100 words.

This story is part of the FFfAW challenge for this week. The challenge is to write a story in 100 or so words. thanks to Joy for hosting and TJ Paris for this week’s  photo prompt.

Coffee with Wings June #3

This is part of the Coffee with Wings Challenge.

Every Monday think of a bible verse or inspirational quote  that has been meaningful to you in the last week or which you’d like to take into the new week with you.

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Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. (Romans 5:1 NIV)

Green Beam

Sophie slung her camera bag over her shoulder. The  light was perfect for landscape as well as macro photography.

She saw the space ship just above the clouds. As she watched it get closer, a telescopic cone protruded and shot a beam of greenish light onto a yellow-wood.  The tree miniaturized and was drawn up into the space ship.

The beam shot out again, two metres in front of her and swept closer. Sophie grabbed the reflector from her  bag and deflected the beam as it reached her.

As she watched, the space ship shrank and disappeared in green light.

100 words

This post is part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. the challenge is to write a story of 100 words based on a photo prompt. the photo this week was thanks to Nonnaci.

What if we are all wrong?

I thought this was a very balanced reaction to what is going on at the moment.

I don’t know how it’s possible to not be affected by the incredible amount of hatred and violence going on around us.
This past weekend was a reminder of the uncertainty of life.
Of the way that one person’s hate can affect so many people.
Of how dark the world we live in can be.
And of course, it is not just in the United States that violence and crime take place. There are news articles everywhere about the violence that is taking place across the world.
Just three months ago, at least 30 people died in Brussels from a bombing, Last November, a shopping complex in Lebanon was attacked killing at least 43 people, also in November was the Paris attack that killed more than 100 people, and now the Orlando attack that has claimed the lives of 50 people.

But here’s the thing about the numbers.
The only…

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