... God does not change.
... We need to.
Losing your sense of security to God is what I wrote of last time. Your sense of comfort, God will shake you from it, because before we meet wih God we are all slaves to sin and Jesus sets us free. But even though I gave my life to Him many years ago, there are still many things I need to let go of. Part of becoming an adult is learning to make responsible choices, to start living entirely independently. Having been financially dependent all my life, never having had a real job except for youth work and a bit of manual labour, I find myself in a quite difficult position when it comes to making that choice. There are of course, other factors which hinder me, not having a stable base anywhere in the world. I would not mind to keep studying, but I have to change my area of study, move on into something which I can appreciate more, even though economics is fascinating in some parts. The thing is, I don't know what I want to study for the moment, but I do know one thing.
Last week-end, five youth workers went from Canterbury to Sherwood Forest (yes, Robin Hood's woods!). In that place was held a conference on Christian Youth Work hosted by Newfrontiers. Over 400 other youth workers were there, easily. They didn't learn the five steps to becoming a better youth worker, nor the formula for increasing the numbers in their youth groups. Their attention was brought to the focus of their work, which is very often the way youth work starts out, then is lost to a prioritisation of other goals. This focus is Jesus. I don't know if all who read this will understand, so I will explain: the size of the youth group one is leading does not matter; its level of "coolness" does not matter; what matters is that what we are bringing into the meetings is Jesus; how do we do that? By preaching the gospel. The other things will follow; we could have the best venue for fun events and have a hundred teenagers coming to these meetings, but if we do not teach Jesus, our work means nothing. We're just another party on earth. You see, when our perspective is redirected towards God's, success is not attained by having the coolest youth group in town, nor the biggest, success is appearing before the throne of God and Him saying, at the end of our life "Well done, my good and faithful servant!".
I was one of those five youth workers, and not only did we receive awesome teaching on the gospel, God spoke to each of us individually. One thing I was reminded of, is that I don't need to make that choice of what to do next year. God has already done it for me, but what I need to do is to submit once again to God, submit all, leaving my sense of security, my fear of not being able to sustain myself and failing. There was a reason for me being at that conference and there is a reason why the Lord made His presence felt so much (and He did, oh He did!). I could have gone there and remain unchanged, but I was not unchanged, I was shaken.
... If God asks me to work with the Church for the rest of my life, I am willing to do that... It would not even be a big sacrifice! It would be the best adventure I could ever have! But I WILL live a life of sacrifice for Him, no one can stop me from doing that... Because I love Him. But also, because I know He loves me far more... He is building me up to be a man, and He will never let me fall!
I wish you all a good life, I don't know what mine holds, but I know it' s in the most capable
hands there are...
"Now faith is being SURE of what we hope for and CERTAIN of what we do not see" Hebrews 11:1
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
Falling purposefully...!
Needless to say, after that I have had a good week (see previous post, in fact, see all posts!)...
This is a sort of adding on to an even older post, but not that old, in fact the previous post I just wrote five minutes ago, right, Joey, write like a writer, not like a punk! So... I wanted to edit "Sinusoidal Heart Patterns", but I thought no one would notice, so I will write a new post... I do believe that this is a theme going through much of what I write anyway, eventually I will give a definition of what it means!
Job. Relationship. Position in society. Degree. Going the right way. There's more in this direction. Fulfilled? Are these things not just there to keep you busy from thinking about the splinter in your toe? You think that the way of success will quench this desire for more, yet the closer you get, the more you realise your thirst is not being quenched. Something is wrong... Make the right gamble and get rocketed to the top. The Problem is that at the top, you are limited. There's no place higher to go. The only way is downhill from there. And downhill it is... Drugs, alcohol, sex, oh take me into the realms of decadence. Boredom of life, make it sweeter for me.
We are not perfect, the people around us are not perfect, one way or another in your life you have been harmed. You try to forget about it and build your life. Sense of security is the most important to people in this society. What happens when on your trip you trip? Lose your balance, fall down the stairs, it hurts.
23Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. 24For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. 25What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?” Luke 9:23-25
This is the punchline. Living for ourselves is useless. We will die and not be remembered. If you try and save yourself in all the ways you can, you will be left alone, sad, angry, miserable... Why would you hoard up as many riches and as much success as you can to then find yourself the richest person in the graveyard? Sooner or later, the ground behind your feet will be missing. How about going against the norm, accepting this and taking a fall. Losing your sense of security could be the best thing you ever do, you're going to fall, fall, fall... And then you will be caught.
Into the arms of the Lord Jesus Christ. This is the answer to the question. This is without a doubt, the life you've always wanted. Think about it...
This is a sort of adding on to an even older post, but not that old, in fact the previous post I just wrote five minutes ago, right, Joey, write like a writer, not like a punk! So... I wanted to edit "Sinusoidal Heart Patterns", but I thought no one would notice, so I will write a new post... I do believe that this is a theme going through much of what I write anyway, eventually I will give a definition of what it means!
Job. Relationship. Position in society. Degree. Going the right way. There's more in this direction. Fulfilled? Are these things not just there to keep you busy from thinking about the splinter in your toe? You think that the way of success will quench this desire for more, yet the closer you get, the more you realise your thirst is not being quenched. Something is wrong... Make the right gamble and get rocketed to the top. The Problem is that at the top, you are limited. There's no place higher to go. The only way is downhill from there. And downhill it is... Drugs, alcohol, sex, oh take me into the realms of decadence. Boredom of life, make it sweeter for me.
We are not perfect, the people around us are not perfect, one way or another in your life you have been harmed. You try to forget about it and build your life. Sense of security is the most important to people in this society. What happens when on your trip you trip? Lose your balance, fall down the stairs, it hurts.
23Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. 24For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. 25What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?” Luke 9:23-25
This is the punchline. Living for ourselves is useless. We will die and not be remembered. If you try and save yourself in all the ways you can, you will be left alone, sad, angry, miserable... Why would you hoard up as many riches and as much success as you can to then find yourself the richest person in the graveyard? Sooner or later, the ground behind your feet will be missing. How about going against the norm, accepting this and taking a fall. Losing your sense of security could be the best thing you ever do, you're going to fall, fall, fall... And then you will be caught.
Into the arms of the Lord Jesus Christ. This is the answer to the question. This is without a doubt, the life you've always wanted. Think about it...
The Lord will restore his people...
Feeling creative...
Well, I walked into the chapel last week, because I wanted to pray, it is never easy getting back together with God.
When you have not connected with Him in a while you suddenly feel, when you're trying to pray, that you don't know Him that well anymore, you feel distant. That is the worst feeling... You feel you've blown it, that the greatest thing you had, that kept you going is now gone. The truth is, no matter how many times I've blown it, I have always been able to reconnect with God, it just takes a little perseverance! The Lord will not turn his back on you, it's not in His nature. He COULD never, even if He wanted to, it's not in his promises. But He can make you feel bad, to make you realise your life is meaningless without Him, because that's what it is!
Upon entering eliot chapel, I saw a Bible open on the table near the window. I dumped my bag in a corner and walked over to it. The first thing I saw on the open page of this spiritual magnet that is the Word of God, was Psalm 103. I left the Bible where it was, got my own out of my sack and sat onto the sofa. Going through each verse I got more into God, each line being like a new degree of His Glory. Meditating on each verse was a mission, my eyes being opened at every stop. It took me a while to go through the while of it, though it is not that long, but the weight of every verse had to be felt and led me to think about other things, about how I had been living over the past weeks. The final three verses were a sprint of growing momentum, Glorifying the Lord, finishing as it started with the verse which is such a mystery but I caught a glimpse of it then and there... And when I finished it, I read it all over again!
Psalm 103
Of David. 1 Praise the LORD , O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the LORD , O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
6 The LORD works righteousness
and justice for all the oppressed.
7 He made known his ways to Moses,
his deeds to the people of Israel:
8 The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
9 He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children-
18 with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.
19 The LORD has established his throne in heaven,
and his kingdom rules over all.
20 Praise the LORD , you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.
21 Praise the LORD , all his heavenly hosts,
you his servants who do his will.
22 Praise the LORD , all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the LORD , O my soul.
Well, I walked into the chapel last week, because I wanted to pray, it is never easy getting back together with God.
When you have not connected with Him in a while you suddenly feel, when you're trying to pray, that you don't know Him that well anymore, you feel distant. That is the worst feeling... You feel you've blown it, that the greatest thing you had, that kept you going is now gone. The truth is, no matter how many times I've blown it, I have always been able to reconnect with God, it just takes a little perseverance! The Lord will not turn his back on you, it's not in His nature. He COULD never, even if He wanted to, it's not in his promises. But He can make you feel bad, to make you realise your life is meaningless without Him, because that's what it is!
Upon entering eliot chapel, I saw a Bible open on the table near the window. I dumped my bag in a corner and walked over to it. The first thing I saw on the open page of this spiritual magnet that is the Word of God, was Psalm 103. I left the Bible where it was, got my own out of my sack and sat onto the sofa. Going through each verse I got more into God, each line being like a new degree of His Glory. Meditating on each verse was a mission, my eyes being opened at every stop. It took me a while to go through the while of it, though it is not that long, but the weight of every verse had to be felt and led me to think about other things, about how I had been living over the past weeks. The final three verses were a sprint of growing momentum, Glorifying the Lord, finishing as it started with the verse which is such a mystery but I caught a glimpse of it then and there... And when I finished it, I read it all over again!
Psalm 103
Of David. 1 Praise the LORD , O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the LORD , O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
6 The LORD works righteousness
and justice for all the oppressed.
7 He made known his ways to Moses,
his deeds to the people of Israel:
8 The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
9 He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children-
18 with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.
19 The LORD has established his throne in heaven,
and his kingdom rules over all.
20 Praise the LORD , you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.
21 Praise the LORD , all his heavenly hosts,
you his servants who do his will.
22 Praise the LORD , all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the LORD , O my soul.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Going... Home?
I don't know about you, but there are moments in life, when I'm alone, in which I can actually hear myself think! Did you ever notice that even when you are alone most times, your thoughts are so confused that they are just a bundle of murmurs which are supposed to help you deal with your problems. Do they?... Maybe that's just me, anyway, when you don't have troubles on your mind, that, in my opinion, is when you have hope, for you can actually look around and see. What do you see?...
01/01/2005
Sul treno Grosseto – Orbetello
On the train, going… somewhere.
This sweet and gentle rocking
Brings some sort of peace,
Even though my eyes are tired
And my body slumped.
Appearing and disappearing as I go
A hundred scenes each with
Its own loveliness, playing
Notes and chords to me.
The sites of this land,
So simple, yet so charming.
Vine-filled green hills
Take the shape of a
Voluptuous woman laying.
Little crops of trees still thinking
It’s fall on this first day of the year
Add colourfulness.
Lone roads and lone rivers, leading to
Oh!… A cottage not far from the railway and
Sigh… Miles on…
Rows of cypresses, always leaving me
Quizzical and enchanted.
Never a bad idea…
Have you been there…?
I’d like to…
It’s a show you watch
As the train calmly goes.
Can you reach it?
Wouldn’t that be nice
Miles of land without seeing a man.
I feel I’m one day late,
That this is the last day of the year
And tomorrow new things initiate,
But I guess that’s just an impression,
It gets me more than once,
It’s just… a feeling.
Our hearts don’t follow calendars,
Except on the moment in special occasions.
They make their own beginnings and ends,
With the things that happen to us,
With the way we grow
With what we learn…
My hat is my cushion,
Hoping this train takes me to a place I can call home.
Sul treno, direzione… qualche luogo.
Questo cullare dolce e tranquillo
Ispira una specie di pace
Sebbene i miei occhi siano stanchi
Ed il mio corpo sbragato.
Appaiono e scompaiono andando
Cento viste, ognuna con
La propria delicatezza suonandomi
Note e corde.
I paesaggi di questa terra
Così semplici, ma così attraenti.
Le verdi colline coperte di vigne
Sono le curve di una vergine voluttuosa versata
Alcuni gruppi di alberi pensano che sia
Ancora autunno questo primo dell’anno,
rendendo tutto più colorito.
Strade solitarie e solitari fiumi che portano fino a
Oh!… Una casetta non lontana dalla ferrovia ed
Sospiro… Chilometri più in là…
File di cipressi, che mi lasciano sempre
Curioso ed incantato.
Non sono mai una cattiva idea…
Ci sei mai stato?
A me piacerebbe…
È una pellicola che scorre
Mentre il treno se ne va.
Ci puoi arrivare?
Non sarebbe bello?…
Estese di terra senza vedere anima umana.
Mi sembra di avere un giorno di ritardo,
che oggi sia l’ultimo dell’anno,
e domani nuove cose incominceranno.
Dev’essere soltanto un’impressione,
mi succede ogni tanto,
non è altro che… un sentimento.
I nostri cuori non seguono i calendari
A parte sul momento, per occasioni speciali.
Si fanno i loro propri inizi e fini,
dalle cose che ci capitano,
dal modo in cui cresciamo,
da quello che impariamo…
Mio cappello mi fa da cuscino,
Speriamo che questo treno mi porti in un posto che io possa chiamare casa…
Questo sono io… Questa è la mia vita.
01/01/2005
Sul treno Grosseto – Orbetello
On the train, going… somewhere.
This sweet and gentle rocking
Brings some sort of peace,
Even though my eyes are tired
And my body slumped.
Appearing and disappearing as I go
A hundred scenes each with
Its own loveliness, playing
Notes and chords to me.
The sites of this land,
So simple, yet so charming.
Vine-filled green hills
Take the shape of a
Voluptuous woman laying.
Little crops of trees still thinking
It’s fall on this first day of the year
Add colourfulness.
Lone roads and lone rivers, leading to
Oh!… A cottage not far from the railway and
Sigh… Miles on…
Rows of cypresses, always leaving me
Quizzical and enchanted.
Never a bad idea…
Have you been there…?
I’d like to…
It’s a show you watch
As the train calmly goes.
Can you reach it?
Wouldn’t that be nice
Miles of land without seeing a man.
I feel I’m one day late,
That this is the last day of the year
And tomorrow new things initiate,
But I guess that’s just an impression,
It gets me more than once,
It’s just… a feeling.
Our hearts don’t follow calendars,
Except on the moment in special occasions.
They make their own beginnings and ends,
With the things that happen to us,
With the way we grow
With what we learn…
My hat is my cushion,
Hoping this train takes me to a place I can call home.
Sul treno, direzione… qualche luogo.
Questo cullare dolce e tranquillo
Ispira una specie di pace
Sebbene i miei occhi siano stanchi
Ed il mio corpo sbragato.
Appaiono e scompaiono andando
Cento viste, ognuna con
La propria delicatezza suonandomi
Note e corde.
I paesaggi di questa terra
Così semplici, ma così attraenti.
Le verdi colline coperte di vigne
Sono le curve di una vergine voluttuosa versata
Alcuni gruppi di alberi pensano che sia
Ancora autunno questo primo dell’anno,
rendendo tutto più colorito.
Strade solitarie e solitari fiumi che portano fino a
Oh!… Una casetta non lontana dalla ferrovia ed
Sospiro… Chilometri più in là…
File di cipressi, che mi lasciano sempre
Curioso ed incantato.
Non sono mai una cattiva idea…
Ci sei mai stato?
A me piacerebbe…
È una pellicola che scorre
Mentre il treno se ne va.
Ci puoi arrivare?
Non sarebbe bello?…
Estese di terra senza vedere anima umana.
Mi sembra di avere un giorno di ritardo,
che oggi sia l’ultimo dell’anno,
e domani nuove cose incominceranno.
Dev’essere soltanto un’impressione,
mi succede ogni tanto,
non è altro che… un sentimento.
I nostri cuori non seguono i calendari
A parte sul momento, per occasioni speciali.
Si fanno i loro propri inizi e fini,
dalle cose che ci capitano,
dal modo in cui cresciamo,
da quello che impariamo…
Mio cappello mi fa da cuscino,
Speriamo che questo treno mi porti in un posto che io possa chiamare casa…
Questo sono io… Questa è la mia vita.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Sinusoidal heart patterns
Ever felt desperate? The sensation of being lost in your path for life and not being able to do anything about it... You know the road you're on and where it's going to, whatever it is, 40 Acres Road, leading to St Thomas Hill, but that's not what I'm talking about! Think about another level of your mind, where there are other roads, roads you can walk down by striving with your desires, what you want for yourself. What do you see? Are there a million roads overlapping and confused, crazy, you've got a million possibilities but you just don't know which way to go. Or maybe, it's just one road, one barren road, that goes straight and you're gonna have to walk awhile before it gets to a split, then again, will it ever?... Does your mind ever wander to those places outside of time, which just go on into infinite horizons and you could stay forever if it weren't for reality. Are those places good for you? Do those times make you feel better, or do you come out of them more worried and scared?
Sometimes my heart plays tricks on me, making me feel needy of something I am not in need of. Feelings of limitation because of being alone, if I had a friend right next to me I could GO for it! That not being the case, I just stay in my room and regress to the stage of a vegetable, feeding on as much entertainement I can get until I get so bored I don't know what to do... How do you ever get to that cul-de-sac? You end up banging against the wall trying to keep going, but there is nowhere else to go! It is so easy though... Turn around, it is a short little road, make your way back and choose another street to go down!
"All men (and women) die but few men (or women) ever Live!"... Do you know what that means? Yesterday afternoon I was at the top of the university hill and the city was covered in fog while the sky was still blue, there was a hint of mist and frost down the grassy hill and I felt something powerful inside of me so great that I felt sad there was nowhere there with me I could share it with. Had I had a girl next to me right then, I would have taken it out on her lips! But there not being anyone, I did nothing and made my way home.
As I walked through my doorway, got a call from my buddy Andrew (He likes adventure)... We went out into the woods, walked in the wilderness. We were there after dark, in that fresh and earth-scented atmosphere. Up and down forest hills and on the border of field and forest... ! For me that is living.
That evening I was up, going through my lastest journal entries; I found a reminder... When I see the beauty of creation and am frustrated by the fact I have no one to share it with, God is sharing it with me and rejoices in seeing me excited about it, because I am appreciating His work...
Which brings me back to the first question: when I feel lost and alone, I have no one to blame but myself, because God is just burning to share my life with Him and everytime I do, He fulfils me a million times more than any relationship could! All those confused paths mean nothing, there is only one steady path, it is the path of the Lord, which holds in itself way, truth and life... All the paths you see are ultimately cul-de-sacs, only their lengths differ. You will go down a pathway and bang you head at the end of it. If it is a long pathway, it will be hard to go back, and painful. If you want a road with a destination, you are going to have to abandon all those other roads, to find the one road which will allow you to really live and in the end, take you home...
Sometimes my heart plays tricks on me, making me feel needy of something I am not in need of. Feelings of limitation because of being alone, if I had a friend right next to me I could GO for it! That not being the case, I just stay in my room and regress to the stage of a vegetable, feeding on as much entertainement I can get until I get so bored I don't know what to do... How do you ever get to that cul-de-sac? You end up banging against the wall trying to keep going, but there is nowhere else to go! It is so easy though... Turn around, it is a short little road, make your way back and choose another street to go down!
"All men (and women) die but few men (or women) ever Live!"... Do you know what that means? Yesterday afternoon I was at the top of the university hill and the city was covered in fog while the sky was still blue, there was a hint of mist and frost down the grassy hill and I felt something powerful inside of me so great that I felt sad there was nowhere there with me I could share it with. Had I had a girl next to me right then, I would have taken it out on her lips! But there not being anyone, I did nothing and made my way home.
As I walked through my doorway, got a call from my buddy Andrew (He likes adventure)... We went out into the woods, walked in the wilderness. We were there after dark, in that fresh and earth-scented atmosphere. Up and down forest hills and on the border of field and forest... ! For me that is living.
That evening I was up, going through my lastest journal entries; I found a reminder... When I see the beauty of creation and am frustrated by the fact I have no one to share it with, God is sharing it with me and rejoices in seeing me excited about it, because I am appreciating His work...
Which brings me back to the first question: when I feel lost and alone, I have no one to blame but myself, because God is just burning to share my life with Him and everytime I do, He fulfils me a million times more than any relationship could! All those confused paths mean nothing, there is only one steady path, it is the path of the Lord, which holds in itself way, truth and life... All the paths you see are ultimately cul-de-sacs, only their lengths differ. You will go down a pathway and bang you head at the end of it. If it is a long pathway, it will be hard to go back, and painful. If you want a road with a destination, you are going to have to abandon all those other roads, to find the one road which will allow you to really live and in the end, take you home...
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Making melody in our hearts...
Here we are, a month since the last blog, sorry I'm not more like our good friend Patruchio with his verve of madness and emotion, who keeps writing like a very inspired writer regularly, anyway, here I am, and it's been a good week.
Ciao a tutti! E da un pezzo che non scrivo, ma non disperate, sono vivo e vegeto, nella mia pazza vita studentesca, che quest'anno mi entusiasma piu che mai! Quando avro finito gli studi, forse scrivero piu spesso, anzi regolarmente, sarebbe favoloso riuscire in quanto scrittore!!! Comunque...
Three nights ago, a night of excitement and new things happened, gathering people from all places and backgrounds to an event of special nature: an Open Stage performance night.
Arriving in this mystical yet cozy place, fairies flying around giving light to the stage and a colourful banner acknowleging the event, My companion and I saw our journey halt as we walked in. Actors doing a short play, a young girl one of the main actors, daughter of a great man and woman of God! Our friends from different places had been brought to this place and joined in our celebration.
The evening proceeded to be one of joy, excitement and laughter as each act went on. There was music, poetry, even the stupefying tunes of a beatboxer from the town of Londinium "Pum Pum Csh! Pum P-Pum Csh Wicky!", quite amazing!
The francophonic connection brought a great performance, a Genevoise singing and playing guitar with a Valencienne backing vocals, singing a song I had not heard before and loved!!!
A young economist was on and off, backing singers with his guitar and singing his own song too!
A heavenly creature in disguise eventually visited to give an idyllic singing performance, while a silent interpreter beautifully signed it.
We were not the only strangers, all were foreigners, all were friends. Companies of men like ours went forth to sing and strum. A wandering big dark man with a powerful voice brought to life two memorably powerful songs.
Two fantastic choirs gave brilliant and note perfect performances.
All the way through, people were bringing their poetic skills to the ears of the spectators:
There was a bizarre but comic Dutch extravaganza, where this young gentleman, like the majority of people who are not from Britannia noted how astonishing it is to see the British, a people so strangely wired (obviously, not half as strangely as the Latin) , line up in a polite queue everywhere he went! He also brought a poem about soap-operas and the bubbles ensuing from old ladies' mouths as they talk about them! Not all understood this gentleman, but I respected him for his light-hearted humour and his courage in walking upstage in a potentially hostile place, expressing his humble views, in a humble way...
We had romantic poems, dramatic poems, mythologic ones too! What a night to remember!
People who had never performed before were given the strength to step up and sing their hearts out without being put down, rather being encouraged by all. The Lord truly had His Hand over this night!
A young lady from across the sea sang her songs with a gentle and sweet sound coming from her lips, another brought her songs forth with determination and professionality.
Andrew from the clan McPoo, renown for his curious yet virtuous ideas and writings rendered the written accounts of an angry watermelon and with the help of our company and other fellows, splattered the same watermelon across the floor, having everyone in fits of laughter!
When our turn came to play, we just abandoned ourselves to the flow of the music, making melody in our hearts, singing of our Lord and Saviour and heart, my comrade's strings ringing across the room as if carried by a warm wind, vibrating into listener's nerves and ears and I, singing, being transported to louder and higher notes, passion increasing, waves of the Spirit touching us inspiring us as we went and touching the spectators...!
The place was left empty at the end of this celebration of gifts, fairies scattering, awaiting the next time they would guide these wanderers to a place where they can share their words and music with kindred spirits...
(Remembering the CPAS Open Mic night, Monday 22 November 2004, Mungo's bar, thanks so much, we were so blessed by it!)
Ciao a tutti! E da un pezzo che non scrivo, ma non disperate, sono vivo e vegeto, nella mia pazza vita studentesca, che quest'anno mi entusiasma piu che mai! Quando avro finito gli studi, forse scrivero piu spesso, anzi regolarmente, sarebbe favoloso riuscire in quanto scrittore!!! Comunque...
Three nights ago, a night of excitement and new things happened, gathering people from all places and backgrounds to an event of special nature: an Open Stage performance night.
Arriving in this mystical yet cozy place, fairies flying around giving light to the stage and a colourful banner acknowleging the event, My companion and I saw our journey halt as we walked in. Actors doing a short play, a young girl one of the main actors, daughter of a great man and woman of God! Our friends from different places had been brought to this place and joined in our celebration.
The evening proceeded to be one of joy, excitement and laughter as each act went on. There was music, poetry, even the stupefying tunes of a beatboxer from the town of Londinium "Pum Pum Csh! Pum P-Pum Csh Wicky!", quite amazing!
The francophonic connection brought a great performance, a Genevoise singing and playing guitar with a Valencienne backing vocals, singing a song I had not heard before and loved!!!
A young economist was on and off, backing singers with his guitar and singing his own song too!
A heavenly creature in disguise eventually visited to give an idyllic singing performance, while a silent interpreter beautifully signed it.
We were not the only strangers, all were foreigners, all were friends. Companies of men like ours went forth to sing and strum. A wandering big dark man with a powerful voice brought to life two memorably powerful songs.
Two fantastic choirs gave brilliant and note perfect performances.
All the way through, people were bringing their poetic skills to the ears of the spectators:
There was a bizarre but comic Dutch extravaganza, where this young gentleman, like the majority of people who are not from Britannia noted how astonishing it is to see the British, a people so strangely wired (obviously, not half as strangely as the Latin) , line up in a polite queue everywhere he went! He also brought a poem about soap-operas and the bubbles ensuing from old ladies' mouths as they talk about them! Not all understood this gentleman, but I respected him for his light-hearted humour and his courage in walking upstage in a potentially hostile place, expressing his humble views, in a humble way...
We had romantic poems, dramatic poems, mythologic ones too! What a night to remember!
People who had never performed before were given the strength to step up and sing their hearts out without being put down, rather being encouraged by all. The Lord truly had His Hand over this night!
A young lady from across the sea sang her songs with a gentle and sweet sound coming from her lips, another brought her songs forth with determination and professionality.
Andrew from the clan McPoo, renown for his curious yet virtuous ideas and writings rendered the written accounts of an angry watermelon and with the help of our company and other fellows, splattered the same watermelon across the floor, having everyone in fits of laughter!
When our turn came to play, we just abandoned ourselves to the flow of the music, making melody in our hearts, singing of our Lord and Saviour and heart, my comrade's strings ringing across the room as if carried by a warm wind, vibrating into listener's nerves and ears and I, singing, being transported to louder and higher notes, passion increasing, waves of the Spirit touching us inspiring us as we went and touching the spectators...!
The place was left empty at the end of this celebration of gifts, fairies scattering, awaiting the next time they would guide these wanderers to a place where they can share their words and music with kindred spirits...
(Remembering the CPAS Open Mic night, Monday 22 November 2004, Mungo's bar, thanks so much, we were so blessed by it!)
Thursday, November 18, 2004
The Name of God
I AM WHO I AM! That is his name, "Before Abraham was, I AM!".
God is pretty clear when he speaks, yup! He will not let his people doubt him. He has made promises and he chooses to fulfil them to bring glory to himself. He chooses to tie himself down to demonstrate his perfection and his awesomeness and to come out more glorious out of every situation. His names are elements of his character and each one is fundamentally and infinitely true about him.
God is infinite, therefore we cannot take "infinite" out of any attribute of God's. Because of that it is also impossible to understand and know God fully as we are here, since we are finite beings, unlike him.
God is eternal. That means He lives outside of time, there was never a time when God was not and there will never be a moment when God will cease to be! He is not subject to time, He has no age, He sees time as a whole thing, but He chooses to act within time, for his own glory. How awesome will it be when time ends and Jesus will come down form heaven and judge the living and the dead!
God is omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent, which means, everywhere, all-knowing and all-powerful. Yet, He cannot do anything, because He cannot act outside of His perfection.
In the names which are God's in the Bible is contained His infinite character...
Yahweh is His name. That is what "I AM WHO I AM" means.
The names given Him are the following:
Yahweh Jireh = The Lord will Provide
Yahweh Rapha = The Lord heals
Yahweh Nissi = The Lord is my Banner
Yahweh Shalom = The Lord is Peace
Yahweh Tsidikeinu = The Lord is our Righteousness
And he is infinitely all of those!...
God is pretty clear when he speaks, yup! He will not let his people doubt him. He has made promises and he chooses to fulfil them to bring glory to himself. He chooses to tie himself down to demonstrate his perfection and his awesomeness and to come out more glorious out of every situation. His names are elements of his character and each one is fundamentally and infinitely true about him.
God is infinite, therefore we cannot take "infinite" out of any attribute of God's. Because of that it is also impossible to understand and know God fully as we are here, since we are finite beings, unlike him.
God is eternal. That means He lives outside of time, there was never a time when God was not and there will never be a moment when God will cease to be! He is not subject to time, He has no age, He sees time as a whole thing, but He chooses to act within time, for his own glory. How awesome will it be when time ends and Jesus will come down form heaven and judge the living and the dead!
God is omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent, which means, everywhere, all-knowing and all-powerful. Yet, He cannot do anything, because He cannot act outside of His perfection.
In the names which are God's in the Bible is contained His infinite character...
Yahweh is His name. That is what "I AM WHO I AM" means.
The names given Him are the following:
Yahweh Jireh = The Lord will Provide
Yahweh Rapha = The Lord heals
Yahweh Nissi = The Lord is my Banner
Yahweh Shalom = The Lord is Peace
Yahweh Tsidikeinu = The Lord is our Righteousness
And he is infinitely all of those!...
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Once upon a time, there was a poet in a Cafe...
It's funny how things happen in life, like how you get accepted to a specific university and it just changes your life to go there, or how you notice an unusual extra nice flavour in your mocha in the morning in Mungo's bar, maybe because the girl serving you likes you (that's what you'd like to think) or maybe just because inadvertedly she put an extra dose of chocolate, or you woke up with your taste buds particularly active.
It's also funny, when something which lies deep inside of you is awoken and shaken by something that changes in the air...
It doesn't happen only once in your lifetime, though it can be a rare thing, but the one time I want to tell of happened to me in May of this year (2004), when I was just enjoying my cappuccino on the first floor of Nero's in the High Street of Canterbury (I'm certain, this town has something special about it!!!) , reading some book, probably studying really hard (oh yeah...!*) ; then a girl walks in, nothing in particular that catches my attention, she sits on the other side of the room, I keep doing whatever I'm doing, suddenly I look up and, ah! There is something special about this girl, probably the same thing that is in every woman, the thing that can just charm a man and change his perspective in a fraction of a second/eternity (sorry if I do that, I just thought of something that sounds and looks good). And I start writing; this is what I saw...
Cafe Nero, Canterbury, 25/05/2004
Girl in the Cafe
On your own, twiddling your finger
through your thick dark curly hair
Absent-mindedly looking out of the window
into this sunny day, where below us
people walk along the main street.
It feels like on this busy day in town,
God's eyes just homed onto your pretty face,
for when I turned to look at you,
it caught my attention like some great painting
by some great artist, in a museum.
Je me demande a quoi tu pensais en attendant tes amies,
mais meme si ce n'etait a rien, tes yeux intenses
semblaient concentres sur quelquechose captivant,
comme le ciel ensoleille, reflete dans la profondeur de tes yeux.
Et quand ta compagnie te joignit et tu commencas a causer en anglais,
ton joli accent francais me fit sourire et fremir.
Meme quand tu te ronges les ongles je trouve cela attrayant,
tu es tellement naturelle mais tellement speciale!
Ta chemise foncee a manches larges te definit
comme la couleur et forme de petales definissent une fleur,
t'es un peu "hippie" et "alternative", n'est-ce pas?
En ecrivant ceci, je pense a combien j'aimerais
te passer discretement de melange confus d'idees
(j'ai peu de temps mais chaque chose que tu fais m'inspire),
mais je n'en aurais jamais le courage.
Donc, tu sors du cafe et de ma vue, mais je suis heureux
d'avoir ecrit ce portrait, car j'ai pu t'apprecier
plus que beaucoup d'autres hommes qui t'ont connue!
The first verse is the picture I saw, then I kept being inspired, couldn't stop writing, sorry for those monolinguists, I'll translate the rest when I publish it! Or you can just ask me for it in English if you want it! All my poems are in working progress, I just brought changes to this one as I was typing, when I read them I often see more potential in them! The point is, that in that moment, the poet inside of me took power, for a moment and I was transported into this flow of words and ideas. So whatever it is inside of you, don't repress it, don't be afraid of criticism, don't be ashamed, you will have tried, while those who criticise will just have air, their hearts are made of stone. Have a good experience; it's funny... (sigh)
Thanks Liam, Dodge and Tom.
(Je pourrais en faire une oeuvre pointilliste, on dirait un Van Gogh!)
It's also funny, when something which lies deep inside of you is awoken and shaken by something that changes in the air...
It doesn't happen only once in your lifetime, though it can be a rare thing, but the one time I want to tell of happened to me in May of this year (2004), when I was just enjoying my cappuccino on the first floor of Nero's in the High Street of Canterbury (I'm certain, this town has something special about it!!!) , reading some book, probably studying really hard (oh yeah...!*) ; then a girl walks in, nothing in particular that catches my attention, she sits on the other side of the room, I keep doing whatever I'm doing, suddenly I look up and, ah! There is something special about this girl, probably the same thing that is in every woman, the thing that can just charm a man and change his perspective in a fraction of a second/eternity (sorry if I do that, I just thought of something that sounds and looks good). And I start writing; this is what I saw...
Cafe Nero, Canterbury, 25/05/2004
Girl in the Cafe
On your own, twiddling your finger
through your thick dark curly hair
Absent-mindedly looking out of the window
into this sunny day, where below us
people walk along the main street.
It feels like on this busy day in town,
God's eyes just homed onto your pretty face,
for when I turned to look at you,
it caught my attention like some great painting
by some great artist, in a museum.
Je me demande a quoi tu pensais en attendant tes amies,
mais meme si ce n'etait a rien, tes yeux intenses
semblaient concentres sur quelquechose captivant,
comme le ciel ensoleille, reflete dans la profondeur de tes yeux.
Et quand ta compagnie te joignit et tu commencas a causer en anglais,
ton joli accent francais me fit sourire et fremir.
Meme quand tu te ronges les ongles je trouve cela attrayant,
tu es tellement naturelle mais tellement speciale!
Ta chemise foncee a manches larges te definit
comme la couleur et forme de petales definissent une fleur,
t'es un peu "hippie" et "alternative", n'est-ce pas?
En ecrivant ceci, je pense a combien j'aimerais
te passer discretement de melange confus d'idees
(j'ai peu de temps mais chaque chose que tu fais m'inspire),
mais je n'en aurais jamais le courage.
Donc, tu sors du cafe et de ma vue, mais je suis heureux
d'avoir ecrit ce portrait, car j'ai pu t'apprecier
plus que beaucoup d'autres hommes qui t'ont connue!
The first verse is the picture I saw, then I kept being inspired, couldn't stop writing, sorry for those monolinguists, I'll translate the rest when I publish it! Or you can just ask me for it in English if you want it! All my poems are in working progress, I just brought changes to this one as I was typing, when I read them I often see more potential in them! The point is, that in that moment, the poet inside of me took power, for a moment and I was transported into this flow of words and ideas. So whatever it is inside of you, don't repress it, don't be afraid of criticism, don't be ashamed, you will have tried, while those who criticise will just have air, their hearts are made of stone. Have a good experience; it's funny... (sigh)
Thanks Liam, Dodge and Tom.
(Je pourrais en faire une oeuvre pointilliste, on dirait un Van Gogh!)
Monday, October 25, 2004
Questo e il giorno che...
C'est un de ces jours ou je me sens plein de vie! Voila une couleur appropriee! Quelle joie de se reveiller le matin avec le soleil qui vous caresse le visage, de bien se lever, d'etre en forme, apres avoir passe un bon week-end, surtout hier soir, quand on a eu un preche sur le sujet "Le Dieu Guerrier"!!! It's one of those days where I'm so smooth I can't believe it! Non mi sfugge niente! Individuo tutte le persone intorno a me, vedo la situazione nella quale mi trovo, ho i miei occhiali da sole, quindi sono extra-pericoloso, e sono completamente a mio agio nei miei movimenti e nel paesaggio in cui mi trovo; salto su un palo, salgo le scale, non perdo mai l'equilibrio! All my movements are graceful and energy is going up and down me, flowing through me like electricity, I need to unleash it!
Tout ceci ne semble pas tres interessant ni comprehensible pour vous qui lisez et qui ne parlez qu'une langue des trois qui sont utilisees ici, I hope you don't think I'm writing about how great I am, I just feel good today! Aujourd'hui je suis beni avec la vitalite et la joie qui vient en connaissant Dieu et etant remplis par le Saint-Esprit! Che privilegio! Il Signore ha la sua mano sopra di me e la Spirito Santo si e scaricato su di me!
It's great to know that it's not based on me that God is committed to me, but based on himself, that for His own Glory, God is blessing me and constantly saving me!
What a great time to be alive!
Che splendido giorno e questo, sono vivo!
Je vibre de vie, quelle journee!
Tout ceci ne semble pas tres interessant ni comprehensible pour vous qui lisez et qui ne parlez qu'une langue des trois qui sont utilisees ici, I hope you don't think I'm writing about how great I am, I just feel good today! Aujourd'hui je suis beni avec la vitalite et la joie qui vient en connaissant Dieu et etant remplis par le Saint-Esprit! Che privilegio! Il Signore ha la sua mano sopra di me e la Spirito Santo si e scaricato su di me!
It's great to know that it's not based on me that God is committed to me, but based on himself, that for His own Glory, God is blessing me and constantly saving me!
What a great time to be alive!
Che splendido giorno e questo, sono vivo!
Je vibre de vie, quelle journee!
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Foglie D'Autunno
Autumn has definitely arrived. The leaves are changing colour here on campus. This can be the period where campus appears at its most beautiful in the whole year, with all sorts of colours which can strike emotional chords inside of you, from the bright red to the Old looking grey-greenish and in between, shining yellow and green, the leaves which are in some stage of fade, there nothing quite like it! You should be here on campus, these trees take your attention from the ugly buildings of the university, they adorn them changing them from depressing to life-bringing! Walking through the Arcade which is between the Banks and the Library is a regenerating experience indeed! There is a spiritual breath of fresh air that comes along with the physical breath of spiking fresh air (I know that's not a real word, but it gives you the idea of what I mean, it's a poetic figure of style, ask Andrew McPoo Milne about it!). It's like - and actually is - being in a special place in nature, in a specific part of it's polydimensional existence, affected by the changes God brings onto it throughout passing time.
I don't know about you, but I am deeply affected by creation, I am really in awe of God's work that is nature, it really carries with it a sort of intimacy with myself and God, because when I'm on my own I can just spend the time to reflect about it and be silent and resting in it, while it is hard to find people who can just be comfortable with being in touch with it and be quiet, they always have to talk even if it is to say nothing. There's something powerful about just staring at the stars and the infinity of the universe. I think it would be so great to find another person to do that with, just being in the presence of creation with an equal who understands and humbles him or herself too...
The sun sets are great too at the moment, because they break onto the same trees creating new colours and an atmosphere of warmth in the freshness of autumn...
I don't know about you, but I am deeply affected by creation, I am really in awe of God's work that is nature, it really carries with it a sort of intimacy with myself and God, because when I'm on my own I can just spend the time to reflect about it and be silent and resting in it, while it is hard to find people who can just be comfortable with being in touch with it and be quiet, they always have to talk even if it is to say nothing. There's something powerful about just staring at the stars and the infinity of the universe. I think it would be so great to find another person to do that with, just being in the presence of creation with an equal who understands and humbles him or herself too...
The sun sets are great too at the moment, because they break onto the same trees creating new colours and an atmosphere of warmth in the freshness of autumn...
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Pour les francophones...
Yo, c'est Joseph! Ceci est l'introduction de mon site blog! On va un peu varier, voila! C'est bien marrant utiliser ce truc, je crois pas qu'il y a beaucoup de gens qui vont le regarder, mais bon. Ca va etre utile pour moi, pour m'encourager a m'exprimer encore plus par ecrit, qui est un art tellement unique! Depuis que je suis a l'universite j'ai reappris a penser, rever, m'exprimer, quelquechose que le Lycee m'a presque fait perdre. Depuis, je fais de la musique, j'ecris des "choses" un peu confuses, mais qui viennent de mon coeur et de mon cerveau fou. J'aime ecrire d'une maniere qui prend les lecteurs, peut-etre que je vais mettre quelques trucs sur le site, mais vous foutez pas de moi, plutot, des conseils seront apprecies! Je veux vous encourager a utiliser les dons que vous avez pour liberer vos passions et votre expressivite, qui peuvent etre tellement inhibees par la culture d'aujourd'hui, la societe et meme vos parents! Utilisez-les et decouvrez l'artiste qui est en vous, le poete, le(/a) musicien(ne) (je ne suis pas sexiste), toutes les choses dont vous etes capables! Bonne Continuation, j'espere que vous serez un peu plus au courant de ce que je fais grace a ce systeme aussi!
Joseph
Joseph
Monday, October 18, 2004
L'arte di Gughi
Salve, eccomi qua! Parlare di me stesso e un difetto che ho, cerco a volte di rivolgere la conversazione su altre persone, ma mi riesce male, e faccio molte gaffes. Parlo a vanvera a volte, ma solo raramente, come adesso, che non so cosa scrivere pero voglio scrivere in Italiano altrimenti mio padre mi accusa di essermi distaccato dall'Italia, mentre non e cosi, perche il mio cuore non lo capisce nessuno! E frustrante il fatto che su questa tastiera non ci siano gli accenti, perche io riguardo lo scrivere come un'arte, purtroppo nel periodo storico nel quale ci troviamo, sono in pochi a dare questo valore alla parola scritta! Divertente, non avevo previsto di scrivere questo per niente, ma poi Dio puo prendere i miei pensieri confusi e portarli ad un fine concreto e ordinato, anche in cio che scrivo. Immagino che scrivere quindi sia la mia arte, anche se la pratico poco, e anche se ci sono altre cose che mi fanno palpitare il cuore, basta vedere sulla lista che c'e nel mio profilo. Insomma, do il benvenuto a tutti quelli che ho invitato in questo angolo di realta virtuale, spero che vi ci troviate bene, e che non siate troppo scioccati da cio che vedete e leggete.
Gughi
Gughi
Prima Scrittura
Hello, it's Joey. I'm going to be writing in here whatever I feel like, and in whatever language I feel like, so don't be freaked out if there's not only English, or I don't always sign Joey. Still not sure what exactly I'm going to do with this, but I hope it helps my expressiveness to come out even more. If you are reading this, then you're probably one of the people for whom I have a lot of respect and I value your comments! I am happy with life at the moment, God is good; He is and I trust in Him for my life, since I know He has a purpose for me here. That is definitely an adventure, and I'm living it!
Joey
Joey
Friday, October 15, 2004
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