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The Wall of Life

Reflecting on recent events got me thinking that life is something like a brick wall.  You probably recall the Pink Floyd number Another Brick in the Wall?

As we go through life we add bricks to our wall, bricks made up of experiences and actions, some good and some not so good.  It all starts with the first bricks which create a foundation and on that we build our lives, one brick at a time.

Some people build a small wall but that’s okay because, well built, it allows others to sit on down, to take a break and be supported.  Small is not bad.

Others are able to build bigger walls, many bricks, layered through multiple threads of life’s experiences.

What holds all the bricks together?  I would suggest its love, faith and hope.  Love as we know is the glue that holds us all together and in the walls of our lives it provides a great bond for our bricks.  Faith is the belief that our lives do matter – not only to us but to others around us.  And hope is the expectation that tomorrow will come and that we can give something back for the riches that we have enjoyed.

Sometimes a brick is not strong or good but as long as there’s not too many of these then the wall will cope.  We all have an off day or make mistrakes but the other bricks in our wall help overcome their weaknesses.  And the cement binds them all together to keep our wall straight and strong.

Busy with our own walls we rarely have the chance to step back and look at what life has created for us but sometimes others do look over our walls and do acknowledge what is on our walls.  One of our weaknesses as humans is a reluctance to acknowledge what others achieve, regardless of whether its a low parapet or a towering wall, and so when someone does come along and say “your life is a marvelous wall” we get a surprise.

So even though we might be just “another brick in the wall” keep building and celebrate your wall, mix the cement of love, faith and hope well and keep adding bricks, whether they are small or big.  And take time to acknowledge the walls of other people’s lives for you never know when the opportunity will come around again.


Where is God?

Where is God?  A question you might ask given calamatous events all around the world, and even in our own communities.  A question that deserves some thinking, and if I may be so bold, some words.  Not answers because the question is too big for answers, but lets see where words take us in this blog.

Your response to the question will probably depend on whether you view God as a divine figure, a father or parent, a heavenly being perhaps, or whether your consider the concept of God to be a human construct, one created out of human experience, expressed in language in an endeavour to make sense of the realities of this world.

My particular thinking is the latter.  Not for me the God of the parking space (this is when you get in your car to go to town you pray to God that a parking space will be created just for you when you get to the supermarket even if you happen to change you mind on the way and got to the mall instead).  Sorry, this divine being, holding the fate of individuals in her/his hand, doesn’t do it for me.

I’m at the stage in my journey where I see the hand of God (a human construct), the work of the divine, in the world around me expressed in the everyday pleasures and calamities of and through people.

When we look at Japan or Libya or Christchurch or our neighbourhood we see ordinary people doing extraordinary things.  Motivated by compassion, justice and love they are in there rescuing people they’ve never seen before, caring for neighbours they wouldn’t normally talk to, making a stand for those people in their community who are oppressed or suffering or down trodden or excluded.  And it doesn’t have to be  mighty works –  love as shown in a kind word, a cup of tea,or  a phone call is God seen in our lives.

So for me God is there, not making this cracked earth shake and quiver, not sending rolling waves of water crashing into villages, but rather encouraging and uplifting people to help and rescue and comfort people.  God is in the hearts of the children down the road baking cup cakes for Christchurch; in the strong arms of the firemen working in dangerous conditions to pull people out of buildings; in the brains of the engineers selflessly working to contain the nuclear reactors in Japan.

Go God!

ps I’m not sure where God fits into the lives of Hurricanes supporters:-(

pps Obviously these words don’t explain death and distress and pain as epitomised by starving children dying because the leaders of their nations are corrupt and tyrannical or families in NZ torn apart by the scourge of drugs such as P. I’m not sure that the concept of a father figure God can explain that either.  To me it lies within (there’s a church song that says “the kingdom is within you”) and so we each have the ability, the capacity, to be a source of good in the world or to be a source of bad.  Jesus certainly shows us which is the better way.