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As well as this little spinning ball of rocks and water on which we live, God must have similar feelings about the way we trash our bodies, minds, and spirits.
Humanity “misses the mark” soooooo many ways.
Forgive us Lord.
I “miss the mark” so many ways.
Forgive me Lord.
Lord, help me do better.
Without you, my humanness can’t “hit the mark” and please you.
it’s easy to loose the connectedness of doing things well and doing them in relationship with God. in that it’s God’s love and generosity we use as a model for loving each other, and trying to build a good way of living.
frustratingly i find people grab hold of one aspect of stewardship, and are completely blind to others parts of the law. in a similar way to how the liberal and right churches polarise. as though having gained some sparkle to the halo by recycling – we no longer need the law and openly covert our neighbours ox. it’s not about being able to achieve all round, but it is about respect for the depth of the law, and understanding God’s provision is just as much their in the rotation of land as in honouring another’s marriage. if we could hold these things in balance, just imagine what we could do.
it’s just that i really think the church is supposed to be a good place to be, a place where we feel so happy, and if you look at the things that make us feel uncomfortable – the judgmentalism, the dualism, the lack of awareness of stewardship and an addiction to bolstering leadership at the expense of everyone else, these are not supposed to be upheld as pillars of the church.
My auto reaction was YEAH and I bet we owe him some rent too!
And then my brain kicks in and tells me but Jesus paid the price!
Now I am ‘stuck’ ‘confused’ and not so complete anymore. I guess its not a bad thing to always question ourselves because it keeps our motives clean but God this God business is hard sometimes.
Like it.
You been in my house when I’m not there Jon?
miriam… hey i’m weird, but not that weird!!!
wow, it’s a long long time since i been to a party where the cops turned up, and i anin’t never been to one that ended this bad.
i do live in an old house, though, and sometimes wonder – did someone die in here?
one of the bits of scripture that really gets to me, is -
‘God asked Cain why Ables blood was crying to him from the ground?’
http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/node/7351
what’s the bloke doing outside the window? Is he lying down in a jacuzzi thing? He seems very happy…
He has no hair either… doubt that was symbolic but you never know….
haha! he’s in the bath rich… have i drawn it that badly?
that’s a cracking link robb… and food for thought for church leaders and their congregations everywhere. it’s got me thinking.
Just joining the dots
Hey! Robb, That church is just down the road from me! Not the one I attend, but I’ll make sure my church is aware of it. I have a feeling we’re already in conversation with them about ideas for our own church, but just in case, I’ll copy the link. Thanks.
Jon: What a mess. The ‘bathroom’ looks spotless though …
except it’s flooded!
Maybe the fridge defrosted due to global warming …
But we told the landlord about the burst pipes, and the windows the guys next door smashed, and the cracks in the walls due to the subsidence…
That’s a first, my experience of my earthly landlord colouring my thinking of God.
God would appear to be an absentee landlord…
But Timbo, you can’t get anywhere near any of those things because of the hoarding you do!!
great link Robb, going to order for our home.
welcome timbo! sorry about the state of your flat!
Alternative tag line:
The student daughter returns…
Hey I would be pretty upset if I came home and found the landlord having a bath!!
Or did i miss the point
o dear carole… that bad eh? when i was a kid my bedroom resembled the himalayan foothills. i think i’ve improved… a bit.
hahaha! marcus… v. funny!
jon – her dad gets horribly traumatised every time. I choose not to look. We are talking grown woman here.
hmmmm… not good then.
So I am changing the world from the comfort of my office then Sonia
What’s that parable about the bridesmaids keeping their lamps trimmed since they do not know when the bridegroom will come?
Keep the place nice since one does not know when the landlord will come.
Keep earth and ourselves in good shape since we do not know when Jesus will come.
Also,
Keep earth and ourselves in good shape since we do not know when Jesus will have a mission or outreach or human service to do with what He has given us.
If we have abused what He has given us to do that mission with we will most likely miss out on being blessed in helping others.
Those others may then miss out on love and comfort that can come from the people of Jesus.
And that is sad.
And very sad when there could have instead been great joy.
The landlord returns….and finds the pet Dodos extinct!
Forrest – we’ve f**ked ourselves, basically.
Good job the love and comfort can come from anyone.
Sas
Yep, Sas we have.
Now, here’s where another parable comes in: that one about the Prodigal Son.
Though the son had wasted what he’d been given by his father and forever lost those opportunities he might have had to invest and expand his inheritance; his father did desire to have him return and to live with him.
Perhaps not to live as abundantly as if the son had conserved what inheritance he’d been given to be steward of, but nevertheless to live with and near his father.
Whatever we do to ourselves and/or what we have been given stewardship of, God and Jesus still love us and desire our presence with them.
Bratty little delinquent urchins that humanity are; and whatever the logical results of and reactions to our misbehaviorial and destructive actions, God still wants us.
Even after I’d broken all the duck eggs around the pond, my Dad still wanted and loved me.
And because of my actions, we missed the joy of seeing another generation of ducks hatch and grow up.
He grounded my little smart-alek vandal rear end for a week, but he still loved and wanted me.
Thanks Jon.
Robb, are you saying that the accumulation of dross over the years may get in the way of the Landlord/God fixing the stuff we’d like him to? (i.e., it’s our fault after all)
Who died?
Or is that a medephore, the out line of the dead person?
it is indeed the outline of a dead man. i wondered who’d spot it first.
Timmy, no, I am saying that you can’t complain about your real life landlord not fixing the floor, walls, door and windows he can’t get to
Or is that a metaphore after all?
reminds me of a little song…
When You come back again, would You bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumor that the end is near, but I just got comfortable here.
Headaches and bad faith are all that I’ve got.
First I misplaced the ending then I lost the plot.
Out among the free-range sheep while the big birds sharpen their claws.
For a time we stuck with the Shepherd, but you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.
sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little distracted.
What do you want?
Once we could follow, now we cannot.
You would not fit our image, so we lost the plot.
Once we could hear you, now our senses are shot.
We’ve forgotten our first love.
We have lost the plot…
“Lost The Plot”
Lyrics: Steve Taylor, Peter Furler
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thank you amy.
You provide the cartoons, I’ll provide the song lyrics…