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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The door has been slammed!

slam doorFor many years I would struggle to “enter in” during worship. Others seemed to “feel the presence”, but I would be feeling unworthy and thinking of all that disqualified me and trying to confess everything and trying to stop thinking about something which I shouldn’t be thinking about in church and…

I arrived a bit late for church after a rushed 45min drive to HCC and worship had begun. I looked at the words and began to sing. Some distracting thoughts came in: How I had sped, trying to make up time, other thoughts crowded for attention. But, I just found myself ‘brushing’ them aside. I am in Christ. I’m here to enjoy some corporate Worship and share the Word with fellow believers.

Then the picture…

The queue of thoughts, were cartoon characters, all rushing towards the doorway of my heart. As they got there, Jesus slammed the door in their face. Typical cartoon, they all got their faces/noses flattened as they hit the door and piled into one another.

When you are in Jesus, you are IN Him. When you are ‘attacked’, you are not out on a battle field all alone, desperately trying to remember what you were taught by the Commander and what your orders werefrom the General and “What must I do to make sure I get into base!”

When whatever comes at you, remember that Jesus is no longer outside, knocking, wanting to come in. You have allowed Him in and you are now IN Christ. Thoughts are a reality. So is temptation and condemnation. But the reality to live by is that Jesus knows all our weaknesses and troubles. He died to clear their blot even before you repented or understood His Love or The Fathers Grace, even before you promised ‘never to do that again’, for the 1000th time.

That’s releasing, freeing, liberating GOOD NEWS.

What fun to slam the door on guilt and condemnation. Even better, to know that Jesus slammed the door completely and finally at the cross.

 Words – Stan Dugmore (20 July 2014 – During Worship)

 

It’s a New Dawn, It’s a New Day!

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Thwarted Thoughts

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You start with a blank page. Slowly, slowly, you put your finger to the keyboard, and whoosh! You’re away. The thoughts come thick and fast, not really stopping to say hi, just skipping right through the gateway of your brain, down to your heart, and then out through your fingers. You never really knew that you had it in you, did you? You never knew that you thought so much, so vibrantly, in a swirl of living colours that are constantly changing shape and yet always look vaguely familiar. Like the mirror.
You look in the mirror one day, and you will be surprised at what you see. Really look into your own eyes, the windows of your soul, and tell me if what you see is who you are.
I sometimes sit and stare at myself in that piece of silver truth. Not because I’m vain, but because I’m curious as to how this pale white girl’s face can really be mine. I’m pretty sure I don’t look like that inside me. I’m pretty sure my soul has no race, no excess flesh, no pierced ears. I think my soul is a lot more interesting to look at than this carefully fenced perimeter that is my body. Is that face really the mask in front of all my dreams, all my ideas? Is that face really hiding my thoughts?

I think that maybe if my face looked like my thoughts it would look very different. My thoughts don’t come attached to dark brown eyes and even darker hair. They don’t have freckles and the odd occasional left over teenage acne. They don’t need their eyebrows plucked and they don’t enjoy wearing make up. And they certainly don’t arrive with a stud in their nose.

My thoughts would appear like liquid silver rainbow, flowing and winding around each other. You wouldn’t be able to kiss them, because they’d be either very hot or so cold your lips would stick to them. Every now then you’d see a flash of blue as inspiration came sliding up from everywhere, slowly caressing or hitting with a sledgehammer.

There would be a thought made up of pink cloud, winding it’s way along the garden path, dancing and being blown in the breeze. Fragile as smoke, strong as my will. It would be called “love”, and it would be everywhere.
Then there is “freedom”, which wraps itself around everything at once. Where it is restricted, it creeps through the keyhole and under the door. It is green, and feels like candy floss and mozzarella cheese. But not together. Apart.
“Joy” is a tricky one to describe. It starts from my toes, you see, and it bubbles it’s way up my legs, into my stomach, through my heart and then comes out in a fountain of yellow sunflowers and little white daisies. It’s soft and warm, and it’s not blown away like “happiness” is. It’s sturdier. Like bubbles made of steel.
A swish of black, a sprinkling of gold, a spiral of purple and red and yellow and orange, and lilac and puce, and mauve and apple green and…is “creativity”. It never stops moving. It’s always there, sometimes tossing and turning restlessly in sleep, but mostly waltzing it’s way around like it owns the place.
Sometimes there is “anger”. When he comes out to play, in his thunderous black cloud, all the other thoughts go running, cowering under each other in an attempt to get away from the destruction. Anger leaves behind a sooty black trail, as though a chimney sweep has been making his way through my heart. Only one wonder thought can get rid of the greasy marks. “Repentance” grabs a hold of the wafting “love’, and pours it out on the stains, then pulls up it’s sleeves, gets down on it’s hands and knees and scrubs till it’s knuckles are raw with “forgiveness”. A tricky job repentance has.

There are many more thoughts that inhabit this swirling mass of silver cloud. A few are dark and torturous, but they are kept on a leash, with a muzzle to soften their snarls. They are often not fed, and then they slowly disappear and die, with only a slight burn mark to commemorate their brief non-existent existence.
Sometimes I put them in a cage, these dark ones. I tell myself it’s for my own benefit, when in actual fact it’s so that my King can’t get to them.

You see, all these thoughts are held in the hand that created me. He does not control them, but they are jealously guarded and cared for. He waters and develops the beautiful ones, and will often give me a gift of some more.
The dark ones He roots out. Burns. Destroys. If I let him.
He cultivates a beautiful thing, behind this mask-face. If I let Him. And I want to let Him. I figure His thoughts are a whole lot more, a whole lot bigger, a whole lot brighter, than any of mine could ever be.

So God, do as You will.

Words ~ Abi Ackhurst | Image ~ Corel

Promises over our children

We had a Children’s Church pow-wow today here at HCC. In between video clips, training material, tea, cake and play-dough, we spent some time praying for our children and those who work with them on Sundays. These drawings are promises over our kids that came out during that time…

CCPW - KA

Bridge Builders by Kandas Ackhurst

CCPW - AA

Hands of Promise by Abi Ackhurst

CCPW - DW

Each one unique, yet knit together… catching the wind of the Holy Spirit! by Di Wilson

CCPW - HW

Outside the Box by Hayley Wilson

CCPW - KA2

by Kandas Ackhurst

CCPW - TS

They will be His smile, His hands and feet, His movement and His voice – Thobani Sojola

Peace, Be Still

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The noise does not start when the taxi driver hoots

while passing by your house in the morning

The noise or should I say chaos or movement is in the

muscle, energy, mind, heart, soul and spirit realm.

The internal noise can be bigger than the external.

The Word says “Be still and know that I am God.”

Shhh… be still!

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Learning to be still is something I have had to teach myself and still am.

In the past people were being taught how to be busy but now

The world’s people are having challenge of hearing the voice of God.

Shhh… be still.

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Hear me right,

It’s not because God is not talking to us

It is not because the Holy Spirit in you is not willing to dine but you are not at the table

You are busy working after work, watching movies, partying and already engaged

Excuse yourself from activities and dine

Shhh… Be still.

“Peace I give to you,” says Jesus

Why have we then not walked in it in our lives?

Why when we’ve been given peace, have we not received yet?

Are we too busy, too far removed to stay connected to the source

So that we remain in peace

Shhh… Be Still

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So today I rested, I rested my schedule, my heart, my mind

And my spirit & soul were still

In the stillness the Holy Spirit is audible.

I reconnect and in peace, joy and love I remain

Shhh… be still and know that I am the Vine and branch can bear no fruit without Me

I am in the Vine and like Moses I can do nothing without Him

Shhh… Be Still

~

Words ~ Siphokazi Simandla | Image ~ Corel

10/12/2011

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

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Take it.

Trust it.

~

Life given…

Freely received.

image ~ Kandas Ackhurst | words ~ Abi Ackhurst

Living Water

Living Water

Photo by Di Wilson

Rescued!

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The possibility of

Something else

Something beautiful

Something more

Doubles the weight

Of the chains that

keep

Me

In this dark existence

Stuck

 Hopeless

Broken

But then

Light

Colour

Sound

That sends

Bubbles and

Vibrations and

Dance

Swirling through

My body

And soul

An EXPLOSION

of life!

Ah!

How beautiful

Salvation is!

Image ~ (a much younger) Hayley Wilson | Words ~ Abi Ackhurst

 

The Way, the Truth, the LIFE!

Jesus, the Way the Truth the Life

Digital art  by Di Wilson

(Images from Corel)