Suffer me

Call on me and I

I will call on you

Suffer me

Call on me and I

I will call on you

And All I Need Is For You To Hold Me Still

I’m reading a book by Beth Moore called Jesus, the One and Only. It’s part of a desperate struggle to rediscover my Christ-center in the midst of madness. A submission to the truth that one can only become a woman of grace by being in the presence of His grace – a surrender I am not easily making these days.

What I appreciate most about her teaching, is her use and appreciation of the Aramaic, Greek and Hebrew language that the text was written in. In the depths of such profound and precise language .. there are found treasures like this.

The root word in the ancient texts for “sign” as in a sign from God .. actually translates to the idea of a fingerprint .. that looking for a sign from God was actually like looking to find his fingerprints on it .. a 2step process – that God would leave his fingerprints for us to find .. and that we then would look for those fingerprints, and take them as a sign to ourselves.

There remain so many questions for me over sacred human places in my heart – where I have sought these fingerprints of God – and still been left asking questions.. and here is what I am thinking about today ..

That fingerprints are more personal and intimate than a sign made of wood or neon strips.
They are more flexible too.

A sign is just that – a noun; an inanimate object that remains in the place it was first built or attached until it is destroyed by the winds and storms that prevailed or it simply becomes old, falters and becomes disconnected (well, maybe only the neon variety).

Fingerprints suggest a persona behind the mark they leave behind them. They leave a trace of where He’s been and imply movement. Fingerprints appear constantly over every created thing, and not just once, but constantly. For a moment on the table until they appear on the glass, and then on the plate. Fingerprints suggest dabbling; deliberate interaction; a longing & groping kind of tactile affection.

This is just the kind of sign I need to see again. Not something motionless and concreted that sits by the roadside getting dusty and broken down, but a sign of God in fluid motion all over this journey.

Telecom Goes The Extra Mile

On my trip to New Plymouth, I lost my cellphone in a tragic drowning accident. It ended it’s short life in a 3cm deep pool of red Powerade. It couldn’t be recovered, which meant that I needed to get a new phone.

About 7 days after I got the new device and had frantically tried to find as many of the 350 numbers I lost on the old one; I received a call from Telecom Customer Service.

They checked all my details and then informed me that the call would be recorded and monitored for quality control and training purposes. I said sure, and proceeded to let them know that I was happy with the service I’d received from the in-store salesperson.

About 7 days after that followup call; I received another followup call this morning, from a customer survey company that is doing some reporting for Telecom. Precisely speaking, they have a company conducting customer feedback on the department of Telecom that calls people surveying customer feedback.

Yup. One day if you ever find me at the reigns of a corporate monster like that, I will laugh in the face of such ridiculous things.

Just Like An Internet Chatroom

That’s what they’re saying round here. That the office is like an open door on an internet chatroom where just about anyone could walk in at anytime.

And I can see what they mean.

We have a lot of people that come through these doors. A lot of them are friends and people that we know well, and then there are a bunch of strangers that make us smile and laugh, sometimes with them, sometimes at them and sometimes at ourselves.

Today was a classic case in point of people coming in and out of the office and introductions being made all round.. and no one really know what was going on!

Yup, We’re Definitely Not In Kansas Anymore, Tonto.

Ok kids, just a few changes around here to keep things fresh – you must admit, besides updating links this place has looked pretty same-old same-old for a few years.

I’ve shifted my comments engine to the in-house version, and things are looking a little white around here – but I’m sure in the moments between 3am & 4am, I’ll have time to brush up on my .html and make something pretty. Don’t hold your breath, punters.

Right, hopefully I’ll have more interesting things to say in a few hours!