Monday 4 May 2009

From the Blog Curious in Ibiza

"There is a great line from gabriel and the vagabond a song by Foy vance. The story goes that the angel Gabriel stops and meets a vagabond he shows the man love and salvation and gives him hope

The next verse goes like this:
"When the vagabond turned around well without a sign
Gabriel just smiled and disappeared
Then he looked to the crowd and they were laughing out loud
But he could not see them fore tears
When his vision came round
There was a young girl on the ground
I knew she was finding it hard to cope
She never was a fighter until he laid beside her
And gently whispered hope"

I love that line at the end "gently whispered hope"I guess for me it's not about preaching, or trying to win someone over to my ideology it's about gently whispering hope. We just want to be a gentle whisper here, a whisper of goodness and compassion. A whisper that says don't worry we'll get you home, don't worry we'll feed you, don't worry we'll listen, a whisper of kindness here in the westend.It's not hard, it's my call.

problems with school

It seems that Im not the only person who thinks the world is on its head.

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more “successful” people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every shape and form. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these needs have little to do with success as our culture has defined it.”

From his speech What is Education For? by David Orr

From “The Dangers of Privilege and College Admission”, an editorial by college consultant William Caskey in the Chicago Tribune:
As they near college, we drive exhausted teens toward milestones of success ruled by grades, standardized test scores, and the ultimate mark of achievement these days: a brand-name school. Spent and busy parents expect me, their college consultant, to nag, drag, and, if necessary, carry their reluctant, exhausted, and often passionless kids toward the finish line and a “top-tier” college. When I ask what would happen if their kids were left alone to complete this process without parental fuel driving them, they are often confused by my question.

I see many teens of means with few interests and little idea how to pursue those mild passions they do have. Ironically, many are successful academically. Rarely, however, is their success driven by a quest for knowledge. Rather, they tie academic achievement to eventual financial success.
Is there, as Ghandi said, more to life than increasing its speed?


What did my education do for me?
Yes it made me do things I didnt want to do which is actually a useful thing to learn.
Yes it allowed me to get good marks on tests
It taught me to integrate socially, it gave me some good experiences, it gave me the ability to work to a routine.
Yes there were some good teachers who taught me more than this but still within that framework.

But it didnt stretch me as far as I could have, it made me tick boxes and go at everyone elses pace, even a better school would have done the same but maybe at a higher level with more stress. It didnt prepare me for life. It didnt teach me about my emotions and what to do with them. It didnt teach me about settling my soul and finding the things which make me happy to just be. It didnt teach me to follow my thirst for knowledge in the direction I want to.

It didnt teach me how to live the life I want to live as an adult.
Where AM i supposed to learn that?

Good Christian blogs

Anyone know of any good Christian blogs?
I want something to read which gets me more excited about God, which will help me get closer to him, and something that won't make me feel bad for how my relationship with him has been for the past five years. I've been through tough times and I want gentle nurturing inspiration.

Friday 1 May 2009

Priorities

Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hurlburt Hamilton (1958)

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

life

I marvel at my insensate folly,
that with such enriching favours within my reach
I am slow to extend the hand to take them…

Quicken me, stir me, fill me with holy zeal.
Strengthen me that I may cling to thee and not let thee go.
May thy Spirit within me draw all blessings from they hand.
When I advance not, I backslide.

From The Valley of Vision

Am I embracing what God offers me at this very moment?
New life? New Identity? New beginning? New day?
How do I respond to God’s personal visit to me?
Do I come to Him expecting wrath or open arms?

Questions taken from My Children: A Lenten Devotional