"... For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me ..."
Coldplay, ' 'Til Kingdom Come ', 2005
Marty Winsen sung this song as I walked down the aisle towards Jason over five years ago. Strangely, the occasion did not make me emotional (which is unusual given the random things that can make me emotional now!), but whenever I hear it these days (eg. when walking the streets of Eastwood this week, thinking about what to write in my next blog entry) it makes me a little teary.
I have been to 3 weddings in the last 4 weeks, and I have found myself trying to hold back the tears at each one - and I can't really understand why. Maybe it's because I was honoured that the bride at each of these weddings chose me to read a passage for them; maybe it was because of my relationship to the couple - one bride even told a story about how she came to know me and my friends during the ceremony, which was read by my father who was the celebrant - or maybe it was none (or all) of the above. These people don't normally make me cry in everyday life, so why would a wedding change that?
I was hoping writing about this might help me to work it out ... but it hasn't. Guess I'm not really into the self analysis a blog can (is supposed to?) bring yet.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Resolutions ... and boasting
"I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection ..."
Stuart Townsend, 'How Deep the Father's Love for Us', 1995
My mother gave me a nice little leather notepad a few years ago, which I decided to use to write down New Year's Resolutions - so I can actually remember them and also to keep track of my 'progress'. In 2010 I achieved 3 of the 6 - 50% - that I had resolved to keep at the start of that year (I was just as succesful in 2009), and I was somewhat happy with that, so much so that I'm pretty sure I was a bit boastful about it to the friends I was holidaying with to welcome in 2011. The resolutions I made for 2011 are a little easier again (one of which was to regularly update this blog), and so I thought at the time I might have more to boast about at the end of this year.
I heard the song that I opened this blog entry with in church on the 2nd of Jan 2011. It reminded me that boasting about anything else was pretty redundant. Paul's letters often have a similar trajectory too.
On the same theme (sort of...), I started reading the new Nick Hornby book 'Juliet, Naked' this week. One of the characters has an interesting idea (which he never carries through) of writing down on a sheet of paper the years of his life in order and a few words to describe each year. I wonder if people really did this exercise what would define their years - what would they boast about? Would our words ever contain Jesus?
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection ..."
Stuart Townsend, 'How Deep the Father's Love for Us', 1995
My mother gave me a nice little leather notepad a few years ago, which I decided to use to write down New Year's Resolutions - so I can actually remember them and also to keep track of my 'progress'. In 2010 I achieved 3 of the 6 - 50% - that I had resolved to keep at the start of that year (I was just as succesful in 2009), and I was somewhat happy with that, so much so that I'm pretty sure I was a bit boastful about it to the friends I was holidaying with to welcome in 2011. The resolutions I made for 2011 are a little easier again (one of which was to regularly update this blog), and so I thought at the time I might have more to boast about at the end of this year.
I heard the song that I opened this blog entry with in church on the 2nd of Jan 2011. It reminded me that boasting about anything else was pretty redundant. Paul's letters often have a similar trajectory too.
On the same theme (sort of...), I started reading the new Nick Hornby book 'Juliet, Naked' this week. One of the characters has an interesting idea (which he never carries through) of writing down on a sheet of paper the years of his life in order and a few words to describe each year. I wonder if people really did this exercise what would define their years - what would they boast about? Would our words ever contain Jesus?
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