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paroles mesurees de lundi

There was nothing graceful or fluid about his movements.  He was barely able to shuffle one foot in front of the other.  He moved awkwardly and slowly. 

But he moved.  Everyday… he moved. 

Around and around the block where we live.   His back so bent his nose was parallel to his torso and his eyes never glanced upward.   His shoes were tied on with pieces of string and he always wore his winter coat despite the summer heat.

Cars tooted him, people crossed the road to avoid him, dogs chased him barking their agitation.

He was part of my landscape.  Whether I saw him in the mornings driving to kinder or in the afternoons walking to the supermarket, I always saw him.  I liked his consistency and his determination.  I liked seeing him.  When I first ran into him I would say hello and try and talk to him about the weather; but he didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to walk. 

I have come to realise that what is innate in him was different to what is innate in me.  Despite our shared humanity, we are so inherently different that there is little common ground between us.  Even, perhaps, that what makes me human is not the same as what makes him as equally human. 

I miss him when I don’t see him. 

I don’t even know his name.

paroles mesurées de lundi

I have recently realised that I read to escape and I write in an attempt to discover solidity and clarity. 

And so ends any secret desire I had to ever write fiction (which I didn’t have, so I’m not too bothered!). 

It is an interesting juxtaposition.  I pick up a book and am instantly transported somewhere else and into someone else’s context.  I have succeeded in removing myself from my little world. 

But I write in hope of discovering truth and grace in my little world.  Perhaps I have needed to do more escaping lately, but I seem to be reading a lot more than I am writing.  However it is also the time of year for taking it easy and relaxing with a good book so I am not too concerned about my avoidance of putting pen to paper. 

A lovely friend of mine, on her blog (, has introduced ‘Illustration Friday’s’ where she shares illustrations from children’s books.  It is a lovely idea and I am going to unashamedly copy her (thanks Bec!)!

So let me introduce ‘paroles mesurées de lundi’ (which is French for ‘Monday’s measured words’).  I will attempt to put pen to paper (fingers to keyboard) and start writing.

This is not a New Year’s resolution!

It is because I need to get serious about it.  

I need to get disciplined.

I need to challenge myself.

And I need to pursue this thing that I have secretly loved and held tightly to my chest for a long time. 

Let’s see what happens…bring on Monday!


We just got back from spending the weekend away with the guys from our church.  We are all exhausted – but for all the right reasons.  It was a lovely time away, very relaxed with little to do but chat, drink coffee and get to know each other a bit better.  There are lots to think about and process as a result of camp, which I am sure will end up here at some stage, but for now I thought I would put up what I did for the mediation/reflection time when we arrived on Friday night.  It was simply a time to focus us on why we were there as a community and help us put aside some of the busy-ness of the rest of our lives to hear from God over the weekend.   


My to do list is long

It is itemized and categorised

It is necessary and it is overwhelming

It is growing in length and urgency

People, places, jobs, and commitments are allocated times and designated importance

People, places, jobs and commitments are ticked off the list

It sounds callous

It often feels callous


A steady rain

A dripping tap

The pesky voice that compels me to turn on the computer, to pick up the phone, to get in the car


I am not fond of the idea of my life being defined and dictated by ‘to do lists’. 

Surely it is more than that.

And it is…


Life is about tea parties with 2 little girls, 3 stuffed bears and a toy dog called Princess Coriander.

It is about book clubs that spend more time choosing books than reading books

It is about coffee being the first thing you smell in the morning.

It is Betel gardening services

It’s about smiling at the checkout chick and asking her how her day is.

It is Ricky Gervais on the iPod

Josh Rouse in the stereo

Mickey Mouse in the DVD player


It is admitting to liking old school British TV dramas, to seeing Andy Warhol’s point, eating chocolate covered pretzels, wandering aimlessly through large shopping centres on hot days, needing study plans and watching foreign movies without the subtitles.       


It is dance concerts, cupcakes, books, photos, movies, freshly picked rosemary, the first mangoes of the season, new friends, old friends, wine, food, and family.


It is spending the weekend away with friends who believe what you believe, who speak the same language, whose values parallel yours, who for spending the night eating and drinking constitutes a night well spent, and it is choosing to know them and to let them know you.


It is choosing to come away for the weekend with new friends and old friends and to focus on the things that are important and life-giving. 

It is choosing for an allegiance to be more than a word.  For it to become a way of breathing and living.


C. S. Lewis about community says, ‘He works on us in all sorts of ways. But above all, he works on us through each other. Men are mirrors, or “carriers” of Christ to other men. Usually it is those who know Him that bring Him to others. That is why the church, the whole body of Christians showing Him to one another, is so important. It is so easy to think that the church has a lot of different objects – education, buildings, missions, holding services…the Church exists for no other purpose but to draw men to Christ. To make them little Christs. If they are not doing that, all the cathedrals, clergy, missions, sermons, even the Bible itself, are simply a waste of time. God became man for no other purpose. It is even doubtful, you know, whether the whole universe was created for any other purpose’.


So Jesus, I, we, pray:

There are things in life that are necessary.  But let us major on the things that are optional.  The things that make us more human, more divine, more like you.  The weddings, the babies, the dinners, the friends, the lost. 

Let this weekend together be about being a student of your ways and your heart.  May we get it right, and choose to be students; hanging onto every word you speak.  To sit with you, to sit with each other. To laugh and to giggle. To teach and more importantly, be taught.

Jesus, let us learn what it means to be a community, to be friends, to be family.

Jesus let us learn of the Spirit, its gentleness, its determination, its necessity in our lives.

Jesus let us learn to be carriers of Christ, to old friends and new friends.

Let this weekend be about life, not ‘to do lists’.