Where should we go today?

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When you look in the mirror

You see someone small…

You see a body too short

to see out high windows

Hands not strong enough to open doors

Legs that get tired when ‘over there’ is too far from ‘over here’.

 

But when I look in the mirror,

I see you and Me.

You in Me.

Me in you.

I see We!

 

What shall we do today, little one?

 

Come sit on My shoulders, from up here you can see…

Out windows,

Over fields,

Across dim valleys to brighter places that are waiting for our feet.

We can see into Forever.

 

Those stubborn doors?

No door can resist your hand on Mine,

So pick one!

 

We will go exploring.

It’s okay if your legs get tired,

we’ll use Mine.

 

When We look into the mirror, what do We see?

 

Light-Bearers who shatter darkness

Key-Holders who rescue captives

Love-Healers who fix broken hearts and lives

 

You in Me

Me in you…

WE

 

What shall We do today?

 

Word ~ Di Wilson   |   Image ~ morgueFile

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Cox Pottery

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It’s the uncontrolled randomness of the flame, interacting with the clay body in the atmosphere of the moment, that so attracts me. It’s something between chemistry and wizardry and back again. We can do our best to get there with a free-flowing formation of the piece, and then thoughtful attention to glazing in the same manner, but the controlled firing of the electric kiln will inevitably give us back pretty much what we put in. It somehow always tends toward contrived, scripted, rehearsed, confined; controlled is probably the word.

And life is just not like that. Nor should it be! Not family, nor education, or work, or church. The wind blows where it wills, said Jesus of the Spirit, and when we get it, the result is lives lived organic and free, fruitful and beautiful, true to themselves, enhanced by their gnarls and scars and imperfections. Have you noticed – only man-made colours ever clash; it never happens in the garden.

And that’s why I’d spend a R100k on a wood-firing kiln without thinking twice.

Words ~ Gavin Cox

Brief and Lasting, Hard and Fast

Lasting and fleeting

So much I feel the lake lap still

in crisp new Spring’s liquid sun sharp

with winter’s nip at my shameless,

unshod, bare toes where soft  spring breeze

tickles glistening water sheen.

Momentarily I shiver.

 

Sun glint on each wavelet brings clear,

real nearness to each fleeting ripple,

but at some way off in the morning haze

those solid castle walls now seem

a dreamy shadow, not quite true,

as much a ghost as spectral knights

and imagined long dead archers

beneath a roof long rotted away.

 

Every little curve of water is less

than a breath long, but whole lifetimes

watched those stone walls stand. I think

long borne,  unforgiven old hurts.

scarred memories can be like that:

firm, unyielding, but misty shapes,

stuck on landscapes of me.

But in this new son light

Under spirit wind’s soft breath they

become mere ghosts from forgotten times

while bracing eternal waters

wash me in their gracing life flow.

 

© Johan Rich November 2011

 

The Broken Bowl

Tracey Govender Bowl

Tracy Govender’s beautiful hand built stoneware fruit bowl cracked in the kiln when fired to 1200 degrees centigrade. Yet it’s exquisite beauty lies in its redemption as its cracks were repaired in gold.

As such it provides a perfect metaphor for our salvation. Just as Jesus is beautified by His scars, so are we who are in Him. Our sinfulness and frailty have been more than compensated for by the gift of His righteousness given us in Christ. The glorious gold of God beautifies from guttermost to uttermost; from sinner to saint.

How glorious is God’s workmanship in Christ! How perfect He the potter, for we the clay!

Pottery – Tracey Govender | Words – Gavin Cox

Sshhh!

Kandas Newness

Hush now-

Growth has

begun!

~

Listen to the

Soft sounds

Of secrets

Revealed

An unfurling

Of dreams

Gone dead

~

Now

Alive

Now

Revived

~

Ssshh…

The song

Of celebration

Is starting

The tune

Of transformation

Is ours

~

Take it.

Trust it.

~

Life given…

Freely received.

image ~ Kandas Ackhurst | words ~ Abi Ackhurst

You are His Love to the World

You are His love to the world. Where you go, He goes. All the bounty of heaven is available to you. Such an abundance of life. His kingdom invading this world as you follow Him…loving others,bringing healing,encouragement and hope. Just like a rainbow brings dynamic colour to a black and white scene, so you are like that rainbow with so much promise and beauty. It doesn’t matter how old you are, or what you do, it is who you are in Christ Jesus. Let Him pour all the goodness of heaven through you to those around you. His love to the world !

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Prophetic Word @ HCC, Sunday 13 January 2013

by Di Bosse

The Fabric of Me

Woven together

Each strand in its place

Dreams not perchance

Hopes not misplaced

DNA formed to Your grand design

Each gifting on purpose

Each love refined

An open channel

A clear written book

A riverbed waiting for Love to flow through…

… the fabric of me

Born to love

and be loved

I am made for You

Artwork ~ Hayley Wilson | Words ~ Di Wilson