You've probably seen this before...but remind yourself. If the world was shrunk to a village of 100 people...this is what it would look like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twQED8zOBDo&feature=related
If equality exsits, why are people treated differently?
Why is it that the people with the most power get the most choice and resources?
Ugh. Frustration.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Don't be scared. Be unlimited.
This is set as my facebook 'status' at the moment, and someone just challenged me about it and asked me what it was I meant by it...
So I thought I'd share it, in case you're all wondering.
I saw it somewhere, I don't remember where, last week and I really liked the sound of it. And then I thought about it.
I think I liked it so much because it's so true to where I'm at right now. If I wasn't so scared about stuff, I'd be so more willing, so much more capable of doing things to honour God, and being scared often holds me back. Fear is a limit. It's huge for me in fact. But I'm trying and praying for that limit to be taken away, so nothing holds me back, ya know. If there's no limit, nothing in my way, nothing holding me back, then I have no excuse. And that's the way I want to be. Unlimited.
So what's your limit?
Don't be. Be unlimited.
So I thought I'd share it, in case you're all wondering.
I saw it somewhere, I don't remember where, last week and I really liked the sound of it. And then I thought about it.
I think I liked it so much because it's so true to where I'm at right now. If I wasn't so scared about stuff, I'd be so more willing, so much more capable of doing things to honour God, and being scared often holds me back. Fear is a limit. It's huge for me in fact. But I'm trying and praying for that limit to be taken away, so nothing holds me back, ya know. If there's no limit, nothing in my way, nothing holding me back, then I have no excuse. And that's the way I want to be. Unlimited.
So what's your limit?
Don't be
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Meeting with Jesus... a story
Meeting with Jesus. It's a bit of a funny thing to say. But that's what I call this story. Some of you will know bits of this story. This is just a glimpse...
Meeting with Jesus
She was sitting alone. Her friends were there, in the room, but for a reason she couldn’t explain even to herself, she was sitting alone, surrounded by strangers. The worship started. This was the part she was usually good at, but it seemed lately, she had lost all interest. She had lost all hope; she really believed there was nothing left for her. Feeling overwhelmed with life, she began to weep silently, in her heart crying out to God, who she hadn’t talked to in months, to take it all away.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and there, staring back at her was a complete stranger who had been standing next to her, watching the tears fall. Calmly, he said “Can I pray for you?”
Silence.
Words couldn’t explain what went through her mind at that particular moment; she was taken aback, to say the least. She swallowed hard, and quietly nodded.
“Lord, I don’t know this girl, I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but I know You do know her. You know her.”
It was a simple prayer, one that she would never remember much of. But that one small part, she remembered forever, in her toughest times even years later.
It was the moment she came to truly know the love of Jesus, all because of the selflessness of a stranger. That was the night she first met with Jesus, and fell truly, madly and deeply in love with Him.
Beautiful.
Meeting with Jesus
She was sitting alone. Her friends were there, in the room, but for a reason she couldn’t explain even to herself, she was sitting alone, surrounded by strangers. The worship started. This was the part she was usually good at, but it seemed lately, she had lost all interest. She had lost all hope; she really believed there was nothing left for her. Feeling overwhelmed with life, she began to weep silently, in her heart crying out to God, who she hadn’t talked to in months, to take it all away.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and there, staring back at her was a complete stranger who had been standing next to her, watching the tears fall. Calmly, he said “Can I pray for you?”
Silence.
Words couldn’t explain what went through her mind at that particular moment; she was taken aback, to say the least. She swallowed hard, and quietly nodded.
“Lord, I don’t know this girl, I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but I know You do know her. You know her.”
It was a simple prayer, one that she would never remember much of. But that one small part, she remembered forever, in her toughest times even years later.
It was the moment she came to truly know the love of Jesus, all because of the selflessness of a stranger. That was the night she first met with Jesus, and fell truly, madly and deeply in love with Him.
Beautiful.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
To the Great Valley...
So I'm sitting here watching "The Land Before Time" (!!!) and am actually in awe at the amazingness of this 90s childrens film. For those of you who don't know the movie, first of all shame. Like really. You should know this movie. Anyway, it follows this group of five small dinosaurs on their way to the 'Great Valley'. When young Littlefoot loses his mother and is separated from his grandparents during the earth shake, he sets upon his journey to find the Great Valley, just as his mum told him to. Along the way he meets up with Sarah the three horn, Ducky the jumper, Pettrie the flyer/faller and Spike the spikeback, and together they face the trials of keeping to the path set for them.
Frustrated, Littlefoot cries out in desperation to the spirit of his dead mother "I tried to do what you told me, but it’s just too hard. I’ll never find the great valley." The dinosaur-shaped cloud then sheds light on the Great Valley before Littlefoot's eyes. It's such a beautiful moment.
The dinos are all reunited with their families in the valley of life, as the narrator calls it.
It makes me think..(of course..) how many times on our own journeys do we just give up and cry out because it's too hard, and we lose faith that we'll ever get there in the end? I can say that I do this fairly often. And I know that God always comes through and sheds light on what I'm missing, what I fail to see myself. This is encouraging.
It's a beautiful journey, one that I never realised or appreciated before. Seriously, if you haven't seen this, doooooooooooooo it. And if you did see it as a child, watch it again.
I'll let you draw your own parallels.
x becks
Frustrated, Littlefoot cries out in desperation to the spirit of his dead mother "I tried to do what you told me, but it’s just too hard. I’ll never find the great valley." The dinosaur-shaped cloud then sheds light on the Great Valley before Littlefoot's eyes. It's such a beautiful moment.
The dinos are all reunited with their families in the valley of life, as the narrator calls it.
It makes me think..(of course..) how many times on our own journeys do we just give up and cry out because it's too hard, and we lose faith that we'll ever get there in the end? I can say that I do this fairly often. And I know that God always comes through and sheds light on what I'm missing, what I fail to see myself. This is encouraging.
It's a beautiful journey, one that I never realised or appreciated before. Seriously, if you haven't seen this, doooooooooooooo it. And if you did see it as a child, watch it again.
I'll let you draw your own parallels.
x becks
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Quality Research...
Recently my nursing friends and I have been discussing the cardiovascular system which includes the heart and blood pathways, and its importance to our survival. I'm sure you've noticed that when you fall over and graze your knee, or the knife slips and you cut your finger, that the substance that escapes your body is red. But look at your wrist..and you'll notice that your veins are blue. Say WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? That just doesn't make sense...or does it..?
You see, veins carry deoxygenated blood towards the heart, while arteries are the amazing tunnels that carry oxygenated blood away from the heart to other areas of the body. The veins in your wrist are just that...veins! Therefore, are carrying deoxygenataed blood back to the heart.
After thinking about this for an extended period of time, we have come to a conclusion, which is really more like a question that we demand an answer for...
The blood of an alien is blue. Is this because there is NO oxygen on Mars, therefore always carrying deoxygenated blood in their bodies? Huh? Huh? Is it??
You see, veins carry deoxygenated blood towards the heart, while arteries are the amazing tunnels that carry oxygenated blood away from the heart to other areas of the body. The veins in your wrist are just that...veins! Therefore, are carrying deoxygenataed blood back to the heart.
After thinking about this for an extended period of time, we have come to a conclusion, which is really more like a question that we demand an answer for...
The blood of an alien is blue. Is this because there is NO oxygen on Mars, therefore always carrying deoxygenated blood in their bodies? Huh? Huh? Is it??
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
a mile towards China
It was dark purple in colour. It could have been a cloud formation and held
no particular beauty or interest, but Gladys stared at it until the colour had
shredded out of the sky and the dark bank of land was swallowed by the
night.
That was China.
An amazing friend of mine recently bought me a copy of "The Small Woman" by Alan Burgess. It tells the story of the inspiring journey of Gladys Aylward, a woman who loved God and loved China and gave her life for both. Although I'm only four chapters into the book, it's already calmed me about my trip, and given me this amazing sense of peace in knowing this is what God wants me to do.
It's a good feeling.
An update on recent happenings is definately on it's way. In the meantime, thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. They are so appreciated.
She believed that every mile forward was a mile towards China.
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