a beautiful day

a beautiful day here

have been busy helping out with admin  and some driving accompiment for “learner driver” from Burundi with past driving experience

also reading A Long Obedience in the Same Direction by Eugene Peterson
and should like to share his reflections on Psalm 124
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Everey day i put love on the line. There is nothing i am less good at than love. I am far better in competition than in love. I am far better at responding to my instincts and ambitions to get ahead and make my mark than i am at figuring out how to love another. I am schooled and trained in acquisitive skills, in getting my own way. And yet, i decide, every day, to set aside what i can do best and attempt (will to do) what i do clumsily _open myself to the frustrations and failures of loving, daring to believe that failing in love is better than succeeding in pride (top of page 77) All that is hazardous work; i live on the edge of defeat all the time. I have never done any of these things to  my (or anyone else’s) satisfaction.  …./A christian. Hard for you and for me.

in 1996 in the course of summer, end July, beginning August there was a group of theatre students who ran some sort of street theatre sketches in the streets of Ghent “Gentsche Fieste,” near the Jerome Bosch large contraption structure ‘like something out of hell.’  This one was in a sort of driveway and the man had decided he would only mime, no words.
Coming to a young woman, she had some sort of message and i asked good humouredly “what can i do for you” _to make you happy. She said _kiss my feet.I said “not on your life” and went on. Ten metres further there was this young man from the same group somewhere in England, He was sitting dejectedly by the wayside and had a little board on his chest, it read “Love me.”   I said to him, still quite good humoured, _What do you want me to do for you?
He did not talk but looked quite dejected. So i asked the obvious thing. Was he happy on this side of the path, and perhaps he wanted to change sides. That brought. and affirmative yes from the head. So i asked a little hesitant, but confident _do you want me to carry you _He did look quite dejected _at the end of his rope. That brought another encouraging Yes Nod. So i picked him up and carried him across the path, a little clumsily. When my feet met a branch i had not spotted (the Lord, …!?  the not spotting that is) i half fell over it and half dropped him or posed him on the ground. After which i asked _Do you want me to continue on?   He indicated Yes  and so i took him to the other side of the path some three or four metres away. There i put him down gingerly, and as i straightened up,. I asked him are yo alright there now, feeling that if he was going to say anything else, like for exampe take me back to the other side, he would get a brief _No for an answer. But as i straightened up, with a flick of the finger he turned the perhaps 20 x 15 cms board on his chest, and it said _Move Me.
I have witnessed to other people about this, but they seem quite often to have difficulties with understanding the basic message.

A beautiful God parable straight form the heart of the Father-Son Jesus
love in Christ Jesus,
Harry

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