Went to see “Monsoon Wedding” (by Mira Nair) with a handful of friends last night. A colorful movie, jumping rapidly from deep seriousness to brilliant commedy. There was one scene where father Lalith gets to know that the rich “uncle” who had been so generous to his family had sexually abused his older foster daughter and molested the younger one, who is still a child. The older daughter refuses to go to the wedding as long as the uncle is there. The father persuades her to “keep face” for the sake
of the family unity, but then later rises to boldness: Neglecting social, family and cultural traditions and bondages He tells the uncle that he loves his daughters “and would protect them at all costs.” This scene deeply touched me, knowing that I was surrounded by people who like myself had at least once in their lives deeply longed for a father (physical or spiritual) who had stood up against abusive uncles and said: “You are leaving now. This is my son, my daughter! You are not going to harm her!”
Going for a walk last night I ran into eight wild pigs. I mean – not the human version, but real ones. friend Glad my friend Rosemarie was with me to tell me this was normal. AH…okay?
This guy is mad. The most anointed preacher. A whole city got changed around by God. Repented. Totally. And what does this guy do? Sits around in depression, because he would have preferred God to kill them all.
That is nuts! Crazy.
What´s the use of having Gods power when to change the lives of others when we do not have a changed heart ourselves. Makes me cry. About us. And myself. Need him to shelter me and speak to my heart and help me to feel HIS heart. At least for the cows.
“The greatest honor we can give Almighty God is to live gladly because of the knowlege of his love”. Julian of Norwich.
Cool guy. Lived in England some time ago (not God, Julian…
God still lives there, I think).
My fellowship is great! For my birthday they spoiled me. The original plan was to take me to a kids party at McDonalds, but then their courage left them….(did not want to be seen by their friends and collegues with those funny hats and noses…and none of us really likes burgers anyhow.
So instead they really put up the full show:
a fantastic meal (I am still stuffed with the leftovers), flowers, good music (Buena Vista Social Club) and love and prayers.
The most unusual prayers I ever received for my birthday. Very little of the standard “Bless Kerstin and give her everything she wants – a house, husband, money, a car and all of your blessings ” kind of stuff.
More like: these are areas where she nees change and transformation and deliverance. The kind of stuff that makes you totally uncomfortable when somenone who you do not trust discovers it. But somehow I felt totally safe. Those around me were friends who loved me – in spite of all the stuff they see in my life. And who are determined to walk with me. And love me! And walk with me! Makes me laugh and cry.