An invitation to drink [May 21]
Dear Lord,
We do get so thirsty sometimes. When life within us, and around us dries up, when the appetites we give to the wrong things desiccate and fade, when the broken cisterns fail, and the old springs we depended on dry up. There's a wilderness here, and our souls can feel so dry and parched.
Then your invitation comes to us again, and you show us the waters you planned for us so long ago. So we come to you, without bargaining, haggling or trying to make deals. We come to you to taste again of the living water which bubbles forth, bringing refreshment, life and fruitfulness, and in that we are satisfied by the very fountain of life.
Help us drink deeply O Lord, that we might truly live and be restored.
Amen
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written by Stan Brook
Comment by Alison on 16th Aug 2012, at 12:54pm.
1/8/12 Wed, Armchair Basketball today. Not an olympic sport in the arena of media glare. The tenderness as Elaine positions the basket a few centimetres from outstretched arms, positioning the ball in his/her hands, encouraging the thrower (who has dementia) to see the target/basket. The love which indwelt and permeated as each person was encouraged to aim and release. The love, joy and rejoycing together as the challenge and excitement shared allowed a greater awareness of movement, understanding and sight, giving each of us a greater awareness of the TLC needed. The games change to a beanbag being thrown onto a gridded yellow mat with letters of the alphabet printed in black on it. The beanbag thrown it lands on C, names beginning with C. The man to my left (with dementia) calls out to the others, “communicants” followed by others calling out people’s names remembered…Charlotte… as stories were told ... of friendship, love… places remembered, Christ remembered, in word and action. The offer extended at the start of the morning to visit/be welcomed into the local church building a few metres away with its beautifully restored beveled old walls with its new interior of lush red carpet such a wonderful space… ... an exploration, this two way flow journeying together with new sounds, sights, smell, touch and taste - new listening…