Geoff and I have started going to Missio Dei. It’s super. That is all.

This morning I spoke at Ranges. Now and then somehow who’s been there a while gets to ‘tell their story’. It was my turn.

Tim recorded it for Amanda who couldn’t come. Perhaps I’ll ask him to shoot it my way and if it’s not too embarrassing I might share. Maybe.

Christina has written an introduction to the Vineyard Catalyst Network. The actual site (quite empty at the moment) is over here.

So in terms of where Geoff and I are at the moment, we’re part of one of the ‘three communities’ that already exist – in it’s infancy, and meet fortnightly. We also are currently going along to Ranges Community Church.

“At the same time you love it but you also hate it with all your guts” (Thanks Les…)

This is exactly how I feel, or at least in the past have felt about Gush. It intrigues me to work out if this is where I need to again pour some effort or if I should wait for somewhere else to pour that expense. It is an expense. It is time, heart, pain and mental energy. It is well and truly worth it.

Do we get a say in what our ministry is? (I don’t like the term ministry by the way, and I’m not even sure of the concept of it as a stand-alone but just run with it). Or do we just somehow arrive there?

I also reckon marriage is a ministry by this definition. Not in a bad way – of hating it’s guts, ha. It’s wonderful, but at the same time it’s a lot of giving up of self and that’s marvelously difficult at times. Today Geoff made me breakfast in bed and made me lunch (err.. when I was in bed again being lazy/sleepy). It was very good.

Deep hearts hollow
and low
Cradling within an emptiness
a heaviness

a gravity,
a weight,
the bottom echo
hollow

Giant marbles on a wooden floor
banging together
not sensible
people holding hearts
a pendulous echo
God listening,
just listening.

Christina spoke this morning on Job 3 and about pain relating in particular to the apparent absence of God. And this is what I wrote. To be honest, not a lot of thought went into it, or feeling, it just kind of wrote itself. Mainly because I was feeling too blah – I’m coming down with something (always at the most inconvenient time of the year!)- to bother joining others for a discussion.