ch-ch-ch-changes
Change is in the air. To be honest, I always feel change in the air in Spring. I love the way air moves in the Spring. Everything is so alive and exciting and promising. I write more poetry in Spring than the other seasons. Autumn is the runner up in evocative sensation. I enjoy the twilight, and the dawn.
Pastor Kitson said quite frankly that change occurs when you turn to God. Your life changes. You change. When we decided to take Alpha, I was afraid change might happen. I love change, but deep personal change that affects my household.... that makes me nervous. People grow differently. What will be the impact?
A local friend of mine used to try to bring me to God. I've said before, it's a recurring theme in my life. I told her that I couldn't possibly because I am so wholeheartedly enthusiastic in life. The change would make me unbearable to those around me.
I actually really wanted to believe, but was afraid to cheat my awareness. "Opiate of the masses..."
My daughter REALLY wanted to be a Christian when she was about six. She kept on about it. This same friend took my kids and I to a puppet show at her church which seemed "religious" but reasonably safe. I had to leave with my son and then return, and when I came back, my daughter was in a room alone with a stranger "accepting Jesus as her personal Saviour." I was quite angry that my friend would leave my child behind a closed door with a strange adult, and still believe it was not the right way to do things. But, my daughter was well contented to have "become a Christian" and she didn't bother us about it again.
Yesterday, I called someone "Dudley" behind their back and my daughter told me that we can't call names just because someone makes us mad, or is rude. We have to forgive, and show them how to be nice. And I said "I'm sorry, you're right." and she said, "two wrongs can't make a right. But I can!" What a kid. Will this change that's happening require me to give up my scarcastic edge? What else?
I often think in metaphor: a situation I'm in will look to me like being on a frozen pond and hearing a loud crack, or like standing on a dark street looking into lit windows. Another common one is the feeling of being on a roller coaster with the bar down and being drawn up the first hill. That's the one I'm at now. There's no getting off or changing direction or pausing. I've got off politely and quietly many times in the past, well before the bar is locked shut and the wheels are in motion.
The rest of my thoughts on the theme of change must, due to the public level of this forum, be summarized as it was initiated: change is in the air.
Pastor Kitson said quite frankly that change occurs when you turn to God. Your life changes. You change. When we decided to take Alpha, I was afraid change might happen. I love change, but deep personal change that affects my household.... that makes me nervous. People grow differently. What will be the impact?
A local friend of mine used to try to bring me to God. I've said before, it's a recurring theme in my life. I told her that I couldn't possibly because I am so wholeheartedly enthusiastic in life. The change would make me unbearable to those around me.
I actually really wanted to believe, but was afraid to cheat my awareness. "Opiate of the masses..."
My daughter REALLY wanted to be a Christian when she was about six. She kept on about it. This same friend took my kids and I to a puppet show at her church which seemed "religious" but reasonably safe. I had to leave with my son and then return, and when I came back, my daughter was in a room alone with a stranger "accepting Jesus as her personal Saviour." I was quite angry that my friend would leave my child behind a closed door with a strange adult, and still believe it was not the right way to do things. But, my daughter was well contented to have "become a Christian" and she didn't bother us about it again.
Yesterday, I called someone "Dudley" behind their back and my daughter told me that we can't call names just because someone makes us mad, or is rude. We have to forgive, and show them how to be nice. And I said "I'm sorry, you're right." and she said, "two wrongs can't make a right. But I can!" What a kid. Will this change that's happening require me to give up my scarcastic edge? What else?
I often think in metaphor: a situation I'm in will look to me like being on a frozen pond and hearing a loud crack, or like standing on a dark street looking into lit windows. Another common one is the feeling of being on a roller coaster with the bar down and being drawn up the first hill. That's the one I'm at now. There's no getting off or changing direction or pausing. I've got off politely and quietly many times in the past, well before the bar is locked shut and the wheels are in motion.
The rest of my thoughts on the theme of change must, due to the public level of this forum, be summarized as it was initiated: change is in the air.
posted by Katrina Urquhart at 11:22 p.m.
3 Comments:
"scarcastic" -- that's a marvelous typo. it's sunny out, i'm going for a walk, with a bowie song in my head.
I miss jumping up and going for a walk on a sunny morning, Bowie songs or otherwise.
Super color scheme, I like it! Good job. Go on.
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