Sunday, August 28, 2005

the wrong size.

I went to church today. I've been to about three morning church services in the last 3-4 months, so its been a while...

I've been trying to work out how to post on this for the last few months, but its hard to compose exactly how I feel and express it in comprehensible words. I just don't feel like I fit anymore. I don't know if its a new intellectual plane I've arrived on, a general gripe that many have with the Western church, or if i'm just being picky.

Today for the first time I understood why people who haven't grown up in a church-going family might find church strange and awkward. For a start there's singing. If you're not a great singer yourself, then it can be very hard to sing along, keeping both pitch and tune. Secondly what if you dont agree with the words you're supposed to be singing? "All i want is you" What if thats not always true? Should we sing it anyway? What about "Now that you're near, everything is different" What if it doesn't seem very different at all? Sing empty lyrics? Sing without conviction?
After singing, there's a sermon. What if the sermon is something you don't really understand, eg. Someone ranting a lot about Jesus this and that, but what if you don't really even know who Jesus is?
Then there's the people. Week after week you sit by yourself, gaining little more than the odd polite "hello" accompanied by small smile.
Why would you bother going?
I'm not saying that I think these are good ideas not to go to Church, but now I see why some people find church really hard.

Anyway, today was hard for me. My beloved and I decided to try a church where he knew people, and i'd heard the pastor was theologically sound. It was not a large church and we were obviously new. However, apart from stares, just one person (who already knew us) spoke to us. We even sat in an empty row, and when people came to sit down, they left empty seats next to us on both sides. (I shall add, however, that a lovely couple introduced themselves to us as the service was starting, and two more people spoke to us at the end.)
Now i'm not griping specifically at this church, but i've experienced the same thing at so many other churches in Christchurch. Why aren't we more friendly?! I am a strong Christian, so unfriendly Christians aren't going to put me off church, however for my Aunty, who hadn't been in a church in 20 years, and recently decided to return to church, unfriendly churchgoers at many churches have caused her to become disheartened and stop attending.

This reminds me of Mothers Day (in May) when I went home to my church in Rangiora. There was a lady sitting by herself, who I went and spoke to. It turned out that she had been attending the church for a year, and i was one of the first people who had spoken to her. (bearing in mind that this was my first time at the church in over 7 months) Wow. I can understand why there are a lot of hurting Christians out there, who don't want to return to church because of the unfriendliness they have faced, or the feeling that they don't really fit in.
We're so darned cliquey.
At least what i've seen over the past 10 months and visits to over 15 churches has made me realise that when i do finally get settled in a church, I am going to be the friendliest person there. Always looking out for new people and those sitting by themselves.

Maybe I'll write more later on the things I find hard with church, but yeah, at the moment, i still feel like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. If this was some new hobby i'd started, I would have quit long ago!

When you call my name....

Feel It Comin On

Look at where we’ve come
a boy becomes a man
But for the first time in our lives
we come without a plan
Careful when you look
for my heart has leprosy
All I want is to see Jesus
just one touch and I’ll be free

Oh, I feel, I feel it’s coming on
When you call my name it feels like heaven

Reach inside of me
deeper than before
Would you tear away this old man
bring peace to this old war
See your piercing eyes
burn me like a fire
If you have me I will run
to finish all that you’ve begun

Hold me tonight, will you hold me tonight
Hold me tonight, it feels like heaven

Written by Martin Smith/Stu Garrard ©2003 Curious? Music UK

Monday, August 22, 2005

Awesomest party!

My 21st on Saturday night was awesome.... The theme was 'Barbie' and lots of people dressed up! Yay! If you want to see pictures, visit the National Squirrel Association enblogged.

Thanks to Jazz who 'made' my beautiful fairy cake, my family for all their hard work, Adam for his help, and most especially my Aunty Diane who helped to pull everything together!!

The decorations, theme, and food were great, but it was the people that made it such an awesome night. It was so good to see old school friends, relatives, friends of my parents, and current friends all in one place, and (hopefully) having a good time.

=)

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

A spanner in the works of my sulking

I can't believe it! My Aunty from Australia just walked into my bedroom.... She's come over from Australia for my 21st!

You wouldn't believe how happy I am...
I am crying!

In the secret place

Its been interesting to see the blogging craze start up all over again. Most of those who didn't jump on the bandwagon last time the craze swept through have now signed their lives away. In a way this scares me. My blog is private, a diary, a place where I can spill what i don't feel I can discuss with others "in real life". And it seems weird to think that so many people I know are now reading it.

I prefer my blog to be a place where I can share my heart, rant about things, or discuss God-suff, not a place where friends can catch up in a "hi, how are ya? good to see you on saturday night" way.
I think that if people want to talk to me about stuff like that then they should just email me or send me a text.

Its funny, but in a way it feels like my blog has been defiled. Overtaken by alien invaders, who peruse my innermost thoughts in a drive-by fashion. It feels slightly uncomfortable, and as I meet with friends I glance around, eyes scanning, processing and analysing, wondering who is the latest to read my diary.

glimpses

Finally I have a small moment of time out of the wild rat race of life in which to post. Lately I've been thinking about lots of things I would like to post about, and there are three main things that I will write about if I find time in the next two weeks (or more, but after that its back into the Uni grind again)...

I've had an interesting last few days. I'm finding it interesting to see what study does to me.... I get very focused, but also feel so much guilt at the large amounts of time I spend procrastinating. In addition, i'm hyper sensitive to whats going on around me, and get upset at little things.
Today was a great test. Hopefully I have done well... Its good being able to come out of an assessment (worth 30%) and really feel that you have not let yourself down. (like I often feel)
But, I have been studying for this test for the last few days, and before that I had a 25% test last thursday, so the stress of concentration and feeling you're getting nowhere has been getting to me a bit. Although, I'm finding it far less stressful having tests instead of essays... that way the stress is spread out in that you learn the stuff over time then have a bit of a cram over three - five days (compared to having a massive barney in five - seven days, essay-style)

Another thing that has been, i guess, weird lately is that i have certain friends whom i spend time with in a sort of mutual-support relationship, and I've been finding it hard not to take other people's issues on board. Its so easy to keep their problems separate from my problems, and to not lie awake at night hurting for them.

Speaking of which, i shall dump some baggage of my own on you, oh blog.
Sometimes i just feel like such a failure. That i don't study hard enough, that I'm not a better friend, that there aren't enough hours in the day to accomplish all the things i'd like to do, that i'm not a marvellous girlfriend, that i'm not spending enough time with God, and that the time I do spend with Him is a pale subsitute for what it could be.

I wish there were clearer Biblical guidelines for how couples should act. I wish my boss didn't try and guilt trip me into working. I wish my mother wouldn't say things like 'you have disappointed me AGAIN'. I wish I could sort things out myself instead of feeling like I need other people to support me.

I wish i knew the answers to everything and that not knowing didn't hurt so much.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

teh r0XX0r

It was my birthday on friday, and I had the most wonderful day!

I got up and was told by my flatmates to go and get the paper from the driveway. I was a little taken aback as the both of them had been up for over an hour, but complied with their lazy request... And when I opened the door I saw a "Happy 21st Birthday" banner along the fence of our driveway, with silver balloons by it, and some balloons on the doorstep, along with a beautifully-wrapped present. Aha! (My cunning flatmates had actually noticed it earlier and wanted to find an excuse to make me see it, hence the asking me to get the paper). I opened the present and to my utmost delight found two barbie dolls! - Blaine the Aussie surfer dude, and a barbie that looks very much like me (well as much as a barbie could while still looking like barbie...)! How exciting :) Yay to Adam for being the cool culprit!

Next my flatmates made me pancakes and a drink, and gave me a birthday cake! They sung to me, and Ruth even made her speeches! Ray gave me a beautiful blonde barbie (yay again) and Ruth bought me some lovely pink underwear.

Then, the bestest part of all (sorry, but its true!)- My Aunty Diane rang from Australia to say happy birthday, and i got to talk to my cousins, AND.... get ready...
Diane (the aunty who moved at Christmas) and Beryl (the other Aunty in Australia) are going to pay one way each for me to fly to Aussie and see them!!! *jumps around excitedly* I've only been to the North Island once, so I don't even have a passport!! I have an exam on the 12th October, and one on the 13th, and then I'm all finished ... EVER!! So i think I will try and go over on the 24th October and stay for up to a month... I am so very excited =)

The day just increased in awesomeness, (with that as the piece de resistance) but I received about 15 texts wishing me happy birthday, which was so lovely! I also received an email from my immediate family, and one from my Aunty and Uncle in Australia =)

And, of course, Adam and I spent most of the day together, and had a lovely lunch, fun visit to the Botanical Gardens, and finished it off with a great picnic and some stargazing atop the Port Hills. Big ups to Adam for an awesome day (and awesome company ~grin~)

So yus, all in all an absolutely unparalleled day, and i had so much fun... thankyou heaps to all my friends, i love you guys so much!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

updates and downdates

Hey thanks so much to everyone who came to the ball. It seems like the vast majority of people had an absolutely excellent time there... All the guys looked so awesome and so handsome (loved the swords too) and the chicas looked positively swoon-worthy! (My personal favourite was Christina, who hotted up real nicely)
Public recognition and big ups to the handsome prince (pictured below) who missed 2.5 hours of the ball to take a rather ill Queen Swanwhite home. What a guy!

Next on the list is my 21st! Hope the costumes are going well and if you haven't RSVP'd, get your lazy ass into gear (yeah, thats right... send your pet donkey round to my flat to tell me if you're coming). I still need to find some sort of sound system, a projector, and maybe hire some tables and chairs (and have two 25% tests in the next week, which is a bit naff). If any lovely strong menfolk can offer their assistance to me that would be so very appreciated =)
Anyhoo... back to the study... Thanks again for coming to the ball!

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Aah Shakespeare you old dog...

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

(reference)

Ha! Shakespeare the lovesick fool....

Help... I'm in love too. Can anyone offer me any advice?