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So TDog (source of all things interesting currently) had posted a lengthly reflection on Christians and violence following a conversation that started something like Christian Youth Workers should switch the tv off after 4:30 and not watch any films over PG rating (I simplify).

Well I tried to offer my two pennies worth in the form of the comment but it repeatedly failed to process, so deciding it was probably too long I thought I'd retype it here (that's love for you).

Penny One. I'm reading Soul Graffiti and Mark Scandrette said something that I think accords with what TDog was exploring, he writes...

"The message of the kingdom of love comes to us in the context of our culture, and we grasp the message by awareness of it's meaning in our particular time and place. Jesus was a student of his time and related his message to the concerns and context of people in a particular place...I watched the film Boys Don't Cry to get a better understanding of my neighbour, now in a same sex relationship, who, much like the girl in the movie, spent her teenage years in a small town. Discussing the film together opened the door to intimacy and trust in our friendship. I like to watch movies or read books with people so that viewing becomes a springboard into conversation about meaning and values. If we don't like what we see in the arts and media, we are invited to transition from culture consumers to culture makers".

Penny Two. One of the worst cases I had to report on was of three teenagers who repeatedly stabbed another lad and pushed him off a cliff after taking drugs and watching the movie Scream. Now lots is going on here and the violence is only one small aspect. But in films, and particularly in the case of video games, I have long been worried about how some young people cannot seperate reality and fantasy and cannot critique their feelings or the actions a game induces them to carry out. And it worries me that such games are almost always without consequence, shoot people, steal cars, walk away etc.

But as people of faith I think we need to use these things, as Scandrette suggests, to ask questions of the young people we know. What are the choices they make, what is the value of life/possessions, what do we learn from what we see, if we're learning that we can act however we want how do we handle it when we're crossed, what are the consequences to our actions, what does this 'mean' for us, is there such a thing as too violent, where do we draw a line? And we need to ask ourselves the same questions too.

I do however, think it's ridiculous to say as people of faith we shouldn't watch violent movies, read violent books etc what do we do edit Jesus' life story?

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Suffering from a virus, the perception of too much to do, wet weather and the feeling of becoming translucent, I wrote this...


Stop
Switch off
Log in, to a new space
Enter the password; permission
Hear the hard disk whirring, see the lights flicker
Open space.
What is the icon for this place?
A blank sheet, a question mark, a cross?
Be, here. Not do.
Allow order to arrange itself, while you are not watching.
Focus instead elsewhere,
To your heartbeat
From faint or racing …to rhythmical.
Feel the expansion
Of physicality, of possibility, of eternity.
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In the interest of balance...

...another gem from Tom

POLITICALLY CORRECT LORD'S PRAYER

Our (mis)Concept of Patriarchal Authority, who, it can be said, inhabits the metaphysical sphere, privileged be your signifier.

May your social structure achieve dominance.

May the enactment of your desire be manifested throughout the physical-metaphysical dichotomy.

Empower us this day with the means of material production,

And refuse to enforce sanctions against our behavior which some see as subversions of a moral perspective, just as we refuse to marginalize the moral perspectives of others who have exerted their individuality.

Don't lead us into situation that some would (mis)understand as detrimental to the full expression of our humanness, but liberate us from the concept of "evil."

For yours is the hegemony, and the dominance, and perceived mystification within the entire continuum of the Western concept of linear time.

The Lord's Prayer

TDog led a very thought provoking chapel time about The Lord's Prayer this morning - in fact a think there's a whole series on one of St Francis' writings about this prayer but that's for a spare moment!

One of the pieces that really stood out was questioning our remote auto- pilot repetition and our failure to consider really the radical nature of the prayer Jesus' taught us to say. Arch Bishop, Rowan Williams says this..

"Every single bit of the Lord's Prayer is radical because every single bit of it challenges our assumptions about who we are and who God is and what the world is like ... what it's praying for is the most revolutionary change you can imagine in the world we live in. A change to a situation where what God wants can happen, to a situation where all the hungry are fed, to a situation where forgiveness is the first imperative in all our relationships..."

Below is the version that somewhat pulled me up short about what I say Sunday by Sunday often by rote...


*I cannot say Our if my religion has no room for others and their needs

*I cannot say Father if I do not demonstrate this in my daily living.

*I cannot say who art in heaven if all my interests are in things and possessions.

*I cannot say hallowed be thy name if I am not holy.

*I cannot say thy kingdom come if I act like I am the centre of the universe.

*I cannot say thy will be done if I am unwilling or resentful of having it in my life.

*I cannot say on earth as it is in heaven unless I am willing to serve and help others.

*I cannot say give us this day our daily bread without providing for others.

*I cannot say forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us if I continue to harbour a grudge against anyone.

*I cannot say lead us not into temptation if I deliberately choose to remain in a situation where I am likely to be tempted.

*I cannot say deliver us from evil if I am not prepared to back up my plea for God's help with constant prayer.

*I cannot say thine is the kingdom if I do not act as part of that kingdom-responsible, caring, and willing to serve.

*I cannot say thine is the glory if I am seeking my own glory first.

*I cannot say forever if I am too anxious about each day's worries and activities.

*I cannot say Amen unless I honestly say, "Cost what it may, this is my prayer."

Celebrate good times come on!

I had the blessed (interpret that at will) task of leading team worship this morning and decided we'd look at the theme of "celebrating". If we really have some 'good news' how are we living that out?

We remembered God saying to Jesus "this is my son with whom I am WELL pleased" (which always makes me smile because it's like God has gone ghetto but...) and taking time to listen to why he may also be 'well pleased' with us, which we duly did.

We then shared our celebration with another person. Next, numbered 1 and 2 all the way round the room, every 2 moved to a new number 1 and shared what their original number 1 was celebrating. It felt like boasting about someone elses achievements which was overwhelmingly positive...and pride seemed to be jumping all over the room.

Finally we all summed up in one sentance what we were celebrating before sharing communion.

I thought the idea worked really well, even though I didn't felt I presented the whole idea very effectively (but hey I was tired after my weekend sortie to north yorkshire), I certainly forgot alot of the stuff I'd planned to say. Most importantly what I forgot to tell everyone was that I was actually celebrating something incredible ....the fact that at 32, whilst in the supermarket buying wine for communion I'd been asked for id!!!

Reasons to be cheerful!

Great Yorkshire Amateur Chef of the Year

That's my brother that is! Yes, Tim beat off stiff competition to scoop the coverted title yesterday.

Only just 18, he remained cool as a cucumber whilst roasting the other competitors in the final held at Harvey Nichols, Leeds.

He now has to demonstrate his dish to the great and good at one of the Yorkshire Agricultural Society's shows ... and amazingly he wasn't originally going to enter!!!

Shoot for the moon kiddo ...we'll be back up for dinner soon!

(Ed note: This article previously used the title Yorkshire Young Chef of the Year we apologise for the inaccuracy of this statement and recognise that the correct accolade really makes Timbo a whole lot more clever!So in that case we're coming up for dinner AND dessert! ;-))

Don't stretch that metaphor

The 9th September saw my 4th annual LCET service. It's so amazing how we've grown in that time from about 12 when I first started, to 26 this year, including our lovely volunteers and two interns.

Our challenge as a team is to go into the deep end ... deeper with the young people, deeper in the scope and reach of our work and deeper in our spiritual lives both as team and as individuals.

To start that off the chaplaincy team had our first termly half day of prayer and God really challenged us to accept that we are loved and to live in the strength of that this year.

We were using the metaphor of the deep end as we prayed which was helpful to a point until I heard myself saying "and what are the blown up pyjama trousers of your faith?" - take me now!! In mitigation (not that I suspect there is any after that question but...) we had been remembering swimming survival lessons - the mystifying diving to get a brick ('really it's only a brick, I'd let it drown') and the jumping in with your nightwear on (see the headline 'sleepwalking ends in tragedy') - taking your bottoms off, tying a knot in each leg, inflating them and enjoying your blue-peter style bouyancy aid (which as with all bp projects didn't actually work).

It was a firm lesson that imagery should be carefully controlled!

Whipsnade!

Had a great day at the zoo with Quinladen and Mr Flower yesterday - leaving aside the whole ethical debate about zoo's and the chimps bad skin condition - it was great to see so many animals and we managed to time all our stops to fantastic displays whether the hippo wallowing, the lemur love-in or the elephant walk. Enjoy!

Virus Warning

I don't usually post these but this one's serious ...

There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally,
and by hand. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer
(WORK).

If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone
else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your
private life completely.

If you should come into contact with WORK, put your jacket on and take
two good friends to the nearest restaurant. Purchase the antidote known
as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or
Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote
repeatedly, until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5
friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your
life.

With thanks to Wickedx

Wise words...

love is to reaveal the beauty of another person to themselves.

(Badly) quoting Jean Varnier, founder of L'Arche community

Duke (Extra) Special

Unexpected highlight of Greenbelt this year were (or was) Duke Special. I'd heard the song "Last night I nearly died" on Radio 2 but never caught who it was, just loved the conceit.

Then we caught Peter Wilson at the Rising (song writers panel)with Martyn Joseph and he was soulful and introspective, then live on mainstage complete with costume and ragtime band it was full speed and larger than life.

The sound is like nothing else, lyrics are deep and real, bone-marrow exposively (if that's a word)so.


There's a touch of the Pierot about Wilson,as his act projects a dark vulnerability. The songs are vaudeville, Kurt Weil and then Keane-esq anthems too. It's like a waking dream at once surreal and plausible. It's also a very shrewed attempt to do what you want to do (artistically)... and still live (commercially), you can hear the singles but the tracks hang together perfectly as an album and manage to sound diverse not duplicitous.

As soon as I figure out how to put tracks into this blog I will, until then I urge everyone to buy the cd or better still go and see them/him live.

If your life is missing something poignant and beautiful this is the place to find it.

So many blogs so little time...

I don't know if I'm alone in this but I have a running list of blogs in my head and often life is too hectic to get them down and then there is a quandry. Do I go back to the beginning or do I store blogs and start with the most recent life happening? Decisions, decisions, but don't worry I'm not losing sleep over this!

So some blogs that never got fully formed this months are...

Nature is cruel - Mum and I went for a lovely walking the Worcestershire countryside and spent a while watching three hares. They are utterly amazing creature and so rarely seen. Then a man came along with a gun and started shooting at them! Which in itself was a wierd metaphor for village life at that time. There you are enjoying all the happenings and experiences of rural village life and then someone comes along with something explosive! We live through these experiences no matter how painful and somehow hope they change our understanding/compassion for the better.

Heaven in ordinary - Greenbelt 07 was awesome and I only went for a day, it's so creative and vibrant and just inspiring, heaven on earth and THAT'S far from ordinary!

Soul Survivor - so good, so different from Greenbelt but fab to be in worship with 10,000 people.

Mark Yaconelli - he may have knocked Delia Smith off the left hand of God spot. Much more on his wisdom at a later date. (Oh and he served me communion!!!!).

And it's a new term at LCET, and I'm in charge!!! whoooooaaa haaa haaa!!!!

So if you're lucky you're saved from reading the waffling versions of those forrays into the dark space that is my mind....ooo and little-flower might have made it into print!! Where? (Mumbles) Er,(mumbles) the west midlands moth spotters monthly mag - see the truth is stranger than fiction!

Enough already!

I know I've posted too much for one day...I've had a bit of a break and now it's all going crazy. But I saw this on the brilliant Youthblog and had to share it ...

National Express

That's me that is! Not that i look like the back end of a bus although with the amount I've been munching this holiday I'm aware it's a slippery slope!!

More that I've been driving here there and everywhere over the last couple of weeks (sorry planet).

We had a great weekend youth hosteling in Shropshire, where we walked some of Offa's Dyke. It was spectacular and both the scenery and the wild flowers were glorious.

Then it was off for a return trip to the Essex coast this time with Auntie and Uncle Flower. On Mersea Island we meet up with Mike who runs West Mersea Oysters and had a fascinating tour of the 'processing plant' and a great lunch hearing him eulogise about these strange little creatures. A real food hero, his passion and dedication is inspiring. We also got to do some bird watching on East Mersea, despite being buffeted by wind and rain. We saw grey plovers, avocets, oyster catchers, turnstones, egrets and more. It's an amazing habitat full of waders and sea birds.

We stayed at the wonderful Mistley Thorn just up the estuary from Manningtree. And whilst repeating a stay at a much loved hotel is always daunting it was as good as longed for. Beth Chatto's garden saw us wandering in delight before heading home.

Then it was off to Shepton Mallet and Soul Survivor for me. Worship with 10,000 teenagers was incredible and as it has been about a decade since I attended anything on that scale it was a real treat, not to mention a blessing. It was amazing to see heaven breaking out all over.

Home now before a quick hop to Worcestershire and the parents, yes little flower is definitely a rambler and not just in word!

Ode to the Chocolate Digestive

O medium sized biscuit
there's none like you.
You are crispy and you are crumbly
when you're brand new.
With a chocolate rippled topping
- either milk or dark.
When craving a biscuit
you really light that spark.
Some may say that you are dull and plain
but I say "you're gorgeous" and "they're insane".
O medium sized biscuit
can it be true?
For dipping in our tea
there's none like you!

The village shop had none of these classics when I popped round today and once I got over my despair, I decided to channel my trauma into something more positive, as above...and then eat a Waitrose Cappucino Cup Cake!

...and of the big things

When I was thinking about my post 'God of the little things', the hymn All Things Bright and Beautiful came to me (it was a week or so before actually getting to blog it!). It was especially the lines "He gave us eyes to see and lips that we might tell". And I guess that's why I felt compelled to write about the little treasures and it made me think I should post randomly whenever I witness such gifts - I may do that.

What was even funnier was that the afternoon of this thought, we went to our friends wedding and ended up singing the very hymn! Despite all that I forgot to include it in the original post, time lapse and all.

Then when thinking about making this addition, whilst drinking tea in bed this morning, it led onto thinking about the song Beautiful One, which we were singing at Soul Survivor last week.

You opened my eyes to your wonders anew
You captured my heart with this love
‘Cause nothing on earth is as beautiful as you

Beautiful one I love
Beautiful one I adore
Beautiful one my soul must sing

These little findings really do make our souls sing...

God of the little things

I've had a desire to seek out the signs of God in the normal, non-religious, everyday things of life for a while now since hearing someone talk about 'ordinary grace'and realising that if we aren't attending and noticing we are denying ourselves those brushes with heaven that warm the heart. And the things that remind us that God is indeed Immanuel, with us, beyond that spell of human form and in a way that connects with our longings to see, and to be seen and understood.

I have started reading Soul Grafitti; making a life in the way of Jesus by Mark Scandrette. He touches on this idea...

"Most people will never see the artwork that hangs on gallery walls unless the galleries are sidewalks, fences,and telephone poles. An artist I met named Dave hangs hundreds of brightly coloured paintings throughout the city, bringing smiles to the faces of people as they walk to the store or subway. Stenciled on the sidewalk at my feet I see proclamations left by neighbours: "Your existence gives me hope", "sluts against rape","stop oil wars": or from a now deceased friend, simply the word "Grace" written in flowing cursive letters. One artist even fills in the gaps in the concrete with rows of glass jewels. In our heavily pedestrian neighbourhood, we have learned to look for messages scrawled in chalk or stuck in the cracks of the sidewalks and to find beauty in small or hidden places...I like to think that the message and method of Jesus was a lot like graffiti - immediate, street level, and personal. Jesus spoke as one who knew the struggles and joy of the people in his region. He spoke in words that connect with their longings...

Hence my photo...stopping to refill my water bottle from a stand-pipe at Soul Survivor I noticed the tap was ringed with rainbow coloured bands, pretty in it's own right but redolent with the mischief and joy of a major water bomb attack! Wish it had come out clearer but not bad for my phone.

Houseguest

This one thinks nothing of pooing in the garden and jumping on the beds! But she's very cute and so you can let her off - almost!

We're spending our holiday looking after Shula for a afriend, she's been with us less than 24 hours and already we're dreading giving her back. Even after she tried to redesign my prairie-style planting!!!

What's that they say about man's best friend?!

Defy the Stars

One of Mrs Admins amazing photo's of camp and I'm just itching to see the rest!

Indeed we had the best time on camp this year, awesome games, inspirational sessions, great food and brilliant community life, all incredible and even more so that for the first time I'm not completely wiped out after the event.

It's hard to pick out highlights but if pushed the laser quest in the woods was awesome, afternoon art was so chilled and really nice, getting to be there whilst several of the guys wrestled with who they are and where their going in their identities and beliefs was a real honour too.

God did loads of talking to us about being loved 'just as we are' (to paraphrase Mark Darcy!)and hearing this group of 30 plus non church kids singing their hearts out in worship each night just reduced me to tears on a routine basis. Ephesians 4:6 I guess.

One of my best moments was when I interviewed one of the girls I've known for 3 years about how she's changed and who she's becoming. We first met as she was coming out of a cupboard in the mentors hut having gotten changed in there ready for PE! She didn't use the changing rooms because the girls put a shaving foam moustache on her and threw her shoes in the shower. She earned herself the nick-name 'Psycho' because she would literally go crazy and get violent when the kids wound her up, then other times she wouldn't say boo to a goose. Three years and three LCET camps later, plus group-works and an excellent mentor, she came up in front of us all and shared her story...laughing at our unique meeting and feeling confident and accepting about the person she was.

The previous night we had cried together about how it was sometimes really hard to let the past go and to let ourselves move on to a better place and it was such a privilage to be able to describe to her the beautiful young lady that I'd witnessed blossom before me and to be there when she started to recognise that in herslef....well, I do this job for moments like that and count myself really blessed because of it.

Then getting to tell her atounded Mum what she'd done ...icing on the cake, nearly cried all over again!!

Been away...

but before a proper update, just how scary is that photo of Mr Flower in the garden?! Not because it bears a resemblance to David Tennant - so people have told us - but because one squiz at the contents of the table (weekend paper, cafetier, cups and saucers and chocolates - ambassador)and it is 100% clear the transformation into our parents is almost complete!!

Obviously it would be a great destination to end up like them but just not yet eh!?

Feel the need to go get a tattoo or something to prove I'm still young! ;-)