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More Southwark adventures

Monday, September 8th, 2008

Our placement at Southwark continues and the last couple of Sundays (Before and after the week we had in Disney) I have been preaching, Both have been hard to prepare in different way. 

The first one was hard due to the subject (sex), which has been a taboo subject in the church so long that we have forgotten how to talk about it. You can listen to the podcast here.

The other sermon I struggled with because I just ran dry of inspiration. In the end I wrote a sermon that I didn’t like. So sunday morning I trashed my notes and preached without notes, the result is posted here.

What a faithful God have I

Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

It is amazing how God deals with us. Today I was stood in the kitchen washing dishes when it came to me that God has truly been healing me the last week, the last month, but then I realized that it was not just healing it was forgiveness, and the healing that comes from realizing that you are forgiven.

I can feel a strength in my faith that I honestly have not felt in years. God has faithfully honoured every step that I have taken towards him over the last few months with that wich only God can give, the turning back of the clock, the rebirth of the Soul, the new grace producing new life making sure that today is a new day and with tomorrows sunrise it is a new brave world to be conquered.

Joy flooded my soul and all I could do was to sing: What a faithful God have I!

A good day!

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Today has been a good day. I started out early going to Saint Michaels. We spent seven hours doing talks on the Salvation army and chatting with the kids at the school. It was great. One of my favourite moments was when one of the boys after a really serious discussion on gang violence and gang culture asked “Do you watch Spungebob squarepants?” Naturally many serious questions was asked as well and we talked alot about Jesus and the transforming power of God.

Breakdancers at Elephant & CastleAngelina and Anja couldn’t wait to tell me about their day when I came back, they had been to the London aquarium and they had seen sharks, fishes and crabs (snap, snap).
After a good dinner and trying to have a short nap on the couch (it is hard to sleep with two wild girls bouncing on your head) I went back for a prayer evening at Southwark. On my way back I saw some break dancers doing their thing at the Elephant & Castle. I was struck with the grace and speed these dancers was moving. They where just a bunch of friends hanging out doing incredible stunts with their bodies, not showing off but truly enjoying what their bodies where capable of. For me it was awesome testament of God’s marvellous creation. I wish that every Christian could enjoy worship in the same way on a Sunday morning.

Intergalactic towel day 2008

Saturday, May 24th, 2008

It’s that time of year again, to don our towels and march out proudly and celebrate Intergalactic towel day!

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy makes the following statement about towels

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical
value – you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

The bible has the following to say about towels:

“Stay dressed for action1 and keep your lamps burning” (Luke 12.35)

compare to

“He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” (John 13.4-5)

So my challenge to anyone that aspires to be Christian or Chivalrous is to celebrate intergalactic towel day. Get a towel, wrap it around your waist or hang it over your arm like a waiter ready to serve and go out and serve others. Here are some ideas.

  • Polish some ones shoes
  • Dry some ones tears
  • Wrap the towel around some one to keep them warm
  • Put it under some ones head to make them rest comfortably
  • Give it to a homeless person
  • Clear out some ones spilled mess
  • Wave it about in celebration and worship like a flag
  1. Keep your loins girded, ie. wrap a towel around your waist []

Weapons and Worship

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

The last six months have been a desert experience for me, it seems that every time I am in any kind of spiritual training this is what happens, I feel completely cut off and dry spiritually.

One thing I have realised lately though is that one of the reasons I feel so dry is that  I have not been preaching and preaching for me (I have recently discovered) is one of my greatest times of worship. To boast and rave about how great God is. It is not singing or playing an instrument it is lifting up God’s name by telling people how great he is in a sermon.

Therefore I figured if I could just perfect my sermons I will be given the best worship ever, if I like Brengle could be the absolute best speaker ever I could then lift God’s name to heights I have not yet known myself and by that I would get out of this dry patch.

Then last week God spoke to me, not through the bible or a quiet time in prayer but through Terry Brown. Terry has been a Martial artist for 40 years and been doing Western Martial arts for more than half of that. He is over sixty but that didn’t stop him from playing with me like a cat plays with it’s meal, bare fisted, with single sword or longsword.

Terry told me this:

“The body must be the servant of the weapon.”

So in my context, I must be the servant of the message. I thought I could perfect the message to lift up God’s name but God was telling me that through my worship he would perfect me!

It is such a simple thing really, it is so obvious, that it is not my message, not my meeting, not even my worship…. it all belongs to him, I am just offering back what he has given me.

He calmed the storm

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

On our way to the Bible adventures camp the leaders team was supposed to replan the camp, with my injury and the Kozlovskas leaving in mid camp for a funeral we thought we might have to redo the planning at least for the second day where they would be gone.

We did however get side tracked by the girls wanting to know more about baptism so Archie held an in depth Bible study on the subject while I did a historical review on the Salvation Army stance on baptism. At the end of the trip the remained convinced that they wanted to go through with a water baptism and asked me if I would do it.

This has gotten me into trouble before but I felt led by the spirit to say yes, and I felt God say that it would be a great witness of him to our cadre.

So on wednesday night (A whole day dedicated to the adventures of Jonah) we stole away with some friends in the late evening right after the leaders meeting to have our baptism.

The sun had just gone down and the wind was picking up, as we got ready to leave the rain started falling, I asked the girls if they wanted to postpone but they where adamant to go through with it no matter the weather.

We arrived at the beach and waded out into the water, the cold waves splashing about us, the wind wipping cold rain into our faces. We started with prayin, my prayer was that Jesus would warm us by His spirit and that he would calm the storm.

After that the sea turned warm, I could feel no rain nor wind and we had a wonderful baptism where the spirit spoke gently in the stillness of the newly circumcised hearts  of believers. It was beautiful.

Back up on the beach we realized that it was still raining and blowing cold winds. Had Jesus really calmed the storm or did the spirit just shield us and warm our hearts? We will never know. But the Lord was there and he blessed us mightily with a night we shall never forget.

Coup d’etat by THS today at Riga 1

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

Today was a really good day at Riga 1, Prayer before the service was powerful and the spirit of God was evident. The worship Rawked and on top of that The testimoys where so many and so powerful Sarah decided to skip the preaching, it was a real praise party!

God is good and he is doing things today!

The call for contemplative silence

Friday, April 13th, 2007

Tuesday night when I was talking at Metro I described the tension between our ministry driven church programs and the call of God to an almost monastic life. It is my firm belief that God is calling us to worship Him before we do any thing for Him. It is also my belief that that worship must start in meditation, contemplation, prayer, praise as we explore our faith inwardly and express it outwardly.

It is clear that there is a need for silence and contemplation in our hyped up, always loud and busy modern world. This is why the Catholic church is still growin, why the Taize movement are captivating young people. While there is a postmodern rejection of religion people are seeking Spirituality like never before.

We must be careful in our efforts to be postmodern and relevant to todays society that we do not loose the mystery of the Christian faith. That we preserve the spiritual disciplines of Contemplation, meditation, silence, fasting, solitude and ritual without loosing the celebration, joy, modern sounds and images of todays society.

I would do anything… (Spiritual discipline part 2)

Sunday, March 11th, 2007

We all have heroes of faith, people we look up to that are giants compared to ourselves. Many times have I looked at these giants and said I would do anything to be like him or her. It reminds me of teh commentSteve Martin made at the Oscars a few yeras back.

Looking out over the crowd I see that you are all so beautiful, thin and fit. I would do anything to be like you…. Except train more and eat right.

We all know what it takes to be a hero of faith. It takes prayer, worship, lots of time spent with God. Maybe even fasting and meditation. All in all it is an investment of time, a disruption of ordinary life and it takes getting out of our comfort zone.

When Christ urges us to love God with all our heart, mind and strength doesn’t this stand out as a clear direction to seek His face even when it is not convenient. To pray when there is no time and to do anything and everything to get closer to God, to love God even if it does not fit in to our life of ease.

This is why I need spiritual disciplines, to help me take the road less travelled to be the man God has created me to be.

Dance with me!

Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

The past days I have been working hard to get my prayer life in order, getting up at 06:00 every morning to get an hour of prayer in before the family wakes up and the workday starts. It has been great, apart from the fact that everything possible has happened to make sure I wouldn’t get up in the morning, like children awake all night, wife getting sick etc… but that is another post alltogether.

This morning I found that I had few words to put to my prayer, so I did what I have been taught to do, I go on in tounges knowing that then Gods spirit wil help me pray (Rom 8:26).

As I was going on in tounges I felt the rythm of the worship getting a hold of me and I started dancing, small baby steps at first and then I just let go and danced like I was at a rave…. I felt the Joy of the Lord filling my soul and I shouted out to God;

- Dance with me!

I must have looked silly dancing like a madman, tears streaming down my face and a grin like a 3 year old on Christmas eve. But I wonder if someone would have looked into the room if they would have seen one person dancing or two. As I danced wilder and wilder throughout the song I felt (literally) God smile at me. What a wondrous thing to feel Gods smile over you, there is nothing in this world that compares to that! Except maybe dancing to the majestic sound of the sunrise with the creator of the universe.