Friday, June 15, 2007

The dinner set of my dreams (nearly)

I have finally found a dinner set that I like!!! It's not the absolute dinner set of my dreams... goodness only knows what that looks like! But I don't dislike it, like almost every other dinner set I've seen...

But I can't afford it =(


It's from Nest, and comes in different styles, but basically I like the stripy set.

Oh well... perhaps if I get some form of job I can save my pennies!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Uncomfortable

I have stolen this from a guy called Sean Gautusa, who has stolen it from a guy called Bill Kinnon.

I found it pretty interesting.



Let me introduce you to The People formerly known as The Congregation. There are millions of us.

We are people - flesh and blood - image bearers of the Creator - eikons, if you will. We are not numbers.

We are the eikons who once sat in the uncomfortable pews or plush theatre seating of your preaching venues. We sat passively while you proof-texted your way through 3, 4, 5 or no point sermons - attempting to tell us how you and your reading of The Bible had a plan for our lives. Perhaps God does have a plan for us - it just doesn't seem to jive with yours.

Money was a great concern. And, for a moment, we believed you when you told us God would reward us for our tithes - or curse us if we didn't. The Law is just so much easier to preach than Grace. My goodness, if you told us that the 1st century church held everything in common - you might be accused of being a socialist - and of course, capitalism is a direct gift from God. Please further note: Malachi 3 is speaking to the priests of Israel. They weren't the cheerful givers God speaks of loving.

We grew weary from your Edifice Complex pathologies - building projects more important than the people in your neighbourhood...or in your pews. It wasn't God telling you to "enlarge the place of your tent" - it was your ego. And, by the way, a multi-million dollar, state of the art building is hardly a tent.

We no longer buy your call to be "fastest growing" church in wherever. That is your need. You want a bigger audience. We won't be part of one.

Our ears are still ringing from the volume, but...Jesus is not our boyfriend - and we will no longer sing your silly love songs that suggest He is. Happy clappy tunes bear no witness to the reality of the world we live in, the powers and principalities we confront, or are worthy of the one we proclaim King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

You offered us a myriad of programs to join - volunteer positions to assuage our desire to be connected. We could be greeters, parking lot attendants, coffee baristas, book store helpers, children's ministry workers, media ministry drones - whatever you needed to fulfill your dreams of corporate glory. Perhaps you've noticed, we aren't there anymore.

We are The People formerly known as The Congregation. We have not stopped loving the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Nor do we avoid "the assembling of the saints." We just don't assemble under your supposed leadership. We meet in coffee shops, around dinner tables, in the parks and on the streets. We connect virtually across space and time - engaged in generative conversations - teaching and being taught.

We live amongst our neighbours, in their homes and they in ours. We laugh and cry and really live - without the need to have you teach us how - by reading your ridiculous books or listening to your supercilious CDs or podcasts.

We don't deny Paul's description of APEPT leadership - Ephesians 4:11. We just see it in the light of Jesus' teaching in Mark 10 and Matthew 20 - servant leadership. We truly long for the release of servant leading men and women into our gifts as apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers. We believe in Peter's words that describe us all as priests. Not just some, not just one gender.

We are The People formerly known as The Congregation. We do not hate you. Though some of us bear the wounds you have inflicted. Many of you are our brothers and our sisters, misguided by the systems you inhabit, intoxicated by the power - yet still members of our family. (Though some are truly wolves in sheep's clothing.)

And, as The People formerly known as The Congregation, we invite you to join us on this great adventure. To boldly go where the Spirit leads us. To marvel at what the Father is doing in the communities where He has placed us. To live the love that Jesus shows us.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Resignation

I feel like I should be drinking myself into oblivion, sitting here at the computer, finding myself unemployed for the second time in a month. I am not bubbling with happiness, like the last time, although 'V' is bubbling down my throat - my poison of choice. I meant to buy lift plus, and instead wound up with 'V', which is less sweet than Lift, and so I feel suitably angsty: drowning my sorrows in bitter drink, gritting my teeth and drowning in cynicism.
And eating chicken sandwiches.
Thats not quite so sorrowful and dangeresque.
Anyway.

The computer training intro to my job made me sick (literally) and in pain, so I asked their assessment lady to set me up on the computer, which helped for a little while, but then it turned out that after the computer training finished, I would be spending just as much time on the computer as I was during training. Which was basically 7 hours a day. Considering I had to finish up my last job because my body was packing in from computer use (and heavy lifting)....

I felt a bit of a nob, and it took a lot of courage to speak to someone about it. Especially as my Team Leader was a male, and not the overly sympathetic type. But it worked out ok, and the Boss and Team Leader explained that I should do what was best for me, especially considering the large computer content of the work.

But as I say, I feel nob-by because the whole reason I left Archives was to let my body rest. I let that get clouded by my Mum hounding me about getting a job (and I know she was just trying to be helpful) and feeling pressured to be working. Plus, this new job sounded like the sort of work I might enjoy, and so I lost sight of myself and what I need, and stopped listening to the cries of warning coming from my body.

So I'm back at square one, although a different square one. This Square One says
I've got a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science (this leads me nowhere)
Computers really are ruining my body. Really.
I am a fidgety person who gets bored sitting at a desk all day

Actually, I'd like to contradict myself - I'm not back at Square One. I'm on a journey, you can't go back, you can't undo, you can't start over. This is just a twist that I didn't expect, well really perhaps I did and I just ignored it.

*sigh*

It's so complicated.

Where to from here?


I really don't know. I'm open to suggestions.

I don't like my new job.