Why, when it's the weekend, does my body happily wake up at 6? But when it's Time. For. Work. it decides sleeping is the best thing ever whatdoyoumeanyouhavetogotowork?
I like holidays. I love long weekends. Long weekends in the mountains, staying at a B&B for free, going for walks and keeping the fire going all day long.
*take me back there. thanks*
I'm still reading Mike Potter's book. Yes, I recommended it without finishing it. I can do that because I was there when he gave the speech BEFORE he even thought about writing the book (if you have a spare 38 minutes go here)
80% of humanity lives on less than $10 a day
Half the world's children live in poverty
1.1 billion people cannot access adequate water
72 million children of primary age are not in school
Every day, 22 000 children die due to poverty
15 million children have been orphaned due to HIV/AIDS
1.6 billion people live without electricity
The wealthiest 20% of the world consumes over 75% of total private consumption. The poorest 20% consume just 1.5%
(page 82, 'We Have a Voice')
Those numbers make me cry. Literally. I was on the train this morning reading them thinking 'what can I do?' How can I live a life ignoring BILLIONS of people who haven't had the amazing start in life I was blessed with. I am NO better than them. God loves them JUST AS MUCH as He loves me. How can I let any other human being He knit together suffer like that.
What can I do?
I sit here, in my air-conditioned, electricity fueled, water supplied office and look at pretty pictures (and work). I link to lots of cool stuff I covet.
I support the church, I sponsor a compassion child in India, I help my friends.
I walk past the homeless begging on the street. I ignore the horrible refugee crisis in our country. I spend more money on me than on anyone else.
I've been listening to a song lately, by Keith and Kristyn Getty, and there's a verse line in the song Simple Living (A Rich Young Man) that goes:
"O teach me Lord to walk this road, the road of simple living;
To be content with what I own and generous in giving.
And when I cling to what I have please wrest it quickly from my grasp
I'd rather lose all the things of earth to gain the things of heaven"
I don't have an answer yet. I just know I want to live a thoughtful, simple, joyful, giving life. One that has God at the centre and shines brightly. As Isaiah 60 says:
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you.
Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn."
One thing my sudden thrust into peak hour public commuting is doing - lending me plenty of time for reading! One hour both ways has given me plenty of time to whip through a few books; some which have left me cheering, others have shocked me so much my my jaw has been on the floor for hours*!
Three books I'm reading lately...
We Have a Voice, by Mike Potter
'What does the average Aussie think about us? And what sort of world-view do we present to them as Christians? And how do we reach them with the message of hope that we have?'
The Lighthouse Between Oceans, by M. L. Stedman
A riveting story of a marriage, a lighthouse, a cast-away baby, and the repercussions of people's actions. Such a strong male character. Beautiful Australian setting. Hard, hard choices and storyline. Very refreshing read. Set in post WW1 Western Australia, the language is clean, a non-christian book full of characters who pray and believe in God!
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
This one is like watching a train wreck and not being able to close your eyes and turn away from the damage. A story of a very broken marriage; one psychopath, two selfish human beings. The twists were excruciating to bear. The language was pretty awful. But I couldn't stop reading (it didn't take long). I don't necessarily recommend it unless you're up for thriller reads. It's not pleasant. The ending is unsatisfactory. The lines of good and bad blur into steely gray. The take on marriage is disgusting and not at all how God intended it to be. I've read it. It was different.
*figuratively, of course
Ever since we've gotten back it's been a never-ending cycle of tiredness and catch-up. Last weekend we drove up the mountains to stay with my family. We may have gone to an orchard. Apple pies may have been purchased. And eaten.
Also brownies. We made brownies. With caramel chocolate tim tams squished in the middle for a caramelly chewy brownie goodness (followed by a heart attack).
instagram. Just joined because of the potential for this
crushing over these
logan brae apple orchard. The Best.