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luck

Lately I’ve taken to giving thanks for everything under the sun, including but not limited to

His sacrifice
my husband
my husband’s adorable family
that i have the ability to do things like go for a (slow, breathless, fat) jog
and the resources to listen to music
and go to the dentist
thanks for the thought that in my life i could have more than one career
(choices, who knew there were so many?)
my own unadorable but still loveable family
(even though we don’t really talk)
my job, that stresses me to the max and forces me out of my shell and places me at the limits of my abilities
the idea that God will force and push me to exactly where i need to be
and i will not break beyond repair
no
not once
not even slightly.
He made me better than that
and every day now, I think: thanks for opportunity, Lord.
because there’s so much i’ve got.

Been a busy couple of weeks. Parachute was incredible. Bryce Avary and Aaron Gillespie were fantastic; I even got to shake Bryce Avary’s hand (he asked my name, twice, and I was so nervous I gabbled over him). Relient K were a dream.  High fived Jon Schneck, just sayin’.

Most impressed by these guys though. On the Saturday at Parachute we went to the RK interview, and I was a little (probably unfairly) disappointed by the direction of it ’cause it was mainly about food. And what kind of food they would be, and what kind of car they would be, and hey, what’s Mood Rings about anyway (because this is really hard to get, you guys)? Just general silliness, which is cool, and it was at times funny and engaging – despite the awkward interviewer who appeared to have quickly read the band’s wiki before coming onstage to talk to them. Oy.

But.

On Sunday, we went to the Showbread/Ascend The Hill interview.

And my soul said, this is more like it.

Probably helped that the interviewer was a labelmate. Came across as a natural conversation, after a somewhat stilted beginning (where it was clear the bands were absolutely having a laugh at his expense), that led to a place where they talked freely about their faith.

Come&Live do some amazing work for God and if you haven’t yet checked them out, please do. All the music is free; the passion and talent of the bands involved is immense and you won’t regret it. Because it is free. But also, very, very good. We signed up as donors. Part of my brain wonders if that’s weird, but the other parts told that part to shush. It’s an area my husband and I love and an idea we want to see flourish.

Sidebar: Jase from The Ember Days was manning the stall when we visited, and was lovely. He kept trying to give us stuff, for us giving them stuff. We left loaded with swag and warmness.

One thing that is always going to stick out to me. During Showbread’s two sets over the weekend, they made a point of being available. For a chat. For prayer. For whatever. I went to see them at the C&L stall after their show on Sunday with my friends and sisters-in-law – we talked really quickly to Josh Dies; he was super nice and really patient, considering it was going on 11.30PM or something and all his friends seemed to be loaded down with bags and pillows, probably waiting to leave. And also considering that my in-laws went hilariously crazy over meeting him (one of the highlights of the weekend, the older one telling the younger one to ‘stop stealing my thunder’ then pretending to high kick her in the face). That accessibility, that humility, really amazed me.

I guess I just compared it to one of the bigger bands there, whose lead singer got very quickly into the back of a van, put his hood up, and wouldn’t acknowledge anyone (weird, right, we don’t own them and they don’t owe us anything…but there that is).

It must be also be said again that Aaron Gillespie’s worship set was amazing and it is to my deep dismay that I didn’t get to shake his hand. Maybe next time.

None of this makes much sense. It’s 2.09am here. I could probably have added ‘for all the bands at parachute’ to my list and it would have been more concise and probably more enjoyable.

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Genesis and Cannonball #4-5.

Can’t read the start of Genesis without getting this stuck in my head.

Thanks, Ned Flanders. Hey, have a good day with that cycling through your brain, too!
To Cannonball news – recently I finished CBR4 book 4, ‘The Declaration’, by Gemma Malley…review will be up soon. I’m working afternoons this week, so I’m trying to cram as much stuff in before 12.30 as possible. I just started the second book in the series, ‘The Resistance’; these are fairly quick, easy reads so I feel as though I’ll need to push myself for my next CBR4 pick (unless I just review the whole bible?)

And, eep, starting the popular couch to 5k programme in about ten minutes. Got the podcast. Got some shoes. Got no motivation. But we’ll see how we go.

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Goals, bibles and things.

Havin’ a chat with one of the guys from work about goals. He’s one of those superrrr ~goal-orientated people; he doesn’t seem to able to function without having three types of goal going on at once.

I have never, ever in my life set a goal for myself. I am not entirely sure what this says about me. Probably that I am lazy. True fact. Has it lessened my life experience somewhat? Er. Probably not.

Bleh, anyway, goals. Neat. I have a couple in mind. Obviously cannonballing is one. There’s some financial stuff (boring. as. heck.) and some other less soul-deadening stuff. But the one I’ve been tossing up for awhile now is reading the entire bible this year.

Non-Jesus types or the otherwise uninterested can switch off…now!

Doesn't it just look like angels will sing when you finally crack this thing open?

I’ve been a Christian officially since I was about seventeen. One of the usual stories, really – my dad died and I needed something more. I’d never not believed in God; I just hadn’t acted on it – never taken the plunge to commit myself to Him. I finally did that, and from then on was a fairly regular church goer/camp attender/small group member. 

I’m twenty three now. My church attendance has fluctuated since I got married almost two years ago. My husband comes from a Christian family and has been in a church all of his life, culminating in his attending bible college this year in order to eventually lead a church (which he could do now, I suppose, Brian Tamaki style, but he’d rather, y’know – have a solid theological background). Due to some sucky family circumstances last year, I felt myself backsliding away from God and from my ‘true path’ (Christian talk, there ain’t nothin’ like it). Going to church became quite possibly the worst thing I could do with my time on a Sunday morning, when I could be doing worthy things – like working, or watching TV, or sleeping. Sleeping was my favourite.

It’s no one’s fault but mine, just so you know. Church hadn’t suddenly become boring or terrible. Somewhere, my heart just went…’nah.’ So I shut off. I shut down my ears in church services (when I went) and I shut down my brain to prayer or any form of talking to God, outside of listening to some badass Christian bands (they exist).

This is a fairly brief overview of a chaotic and kind of shameful time in my life. It’s sort of vital background, though, for where I find myself at the start of this year.

I went to the first church service for the year with my husband, his family and my best friend. While sitting there, I decided this year I would only miss church when I couldn’t avoid it. Looking around at the full-up service, I wondered if everyone else was making the same promise to themselves. You know how it is, new year, everyone’s like, ‘Okay! This year, things will be different‘, and you know they’re saying it like it’s in bold italics. Everyone makes bold italic promises that they keep for about three weeks.

I’ve never made resolutions, either. They’re probably the same as goals, but there you go.

It’s fifteen days in and I haven’t missed a service yet. I would be more proud of this if there hadn’t only been two Sundays so far. I will be missing one this week (work roster, once every third Sunday I will inevitable be MIA). But the other part of the bold italic promise I’ve made to myself and the Big Guy, is that I’ll finally crack the spine on my years-old-but-brand-new-looking study bible.

Mine legit looks just like this - 'never been used' about covers it.

I’ve tried to read the entire bible before, heaps of times. And each time I’ve just sort of…stopped. I get to Leviticus and go, no thank you. No. Thank. You. I’ll take my salvation and run with it, cheers, Jesus.

Yeah. I can’t do that anymore.

Two weeks ago, one of the kids from my work asked me what I’d learnt in church that morning. I told him the lesson that day had been how to follow Jesus, in a nutshell. Then I freaked out because I couldn’t give him any relevant scriptural supplements.

A few months ago, one of my friends brought his girlfriend around for dinner. We were talking about Narnia and scripture and Jesus and Aslan and Jesus, when she said ‘What, have you guys not read the whole bible?’ The incredulous tone in her voice was not, I don’t think, imagined by me. Her boyfriend, my husband and myself all hedged on answering with vague ‘Oh, I’ve read the new testament’, ‘I skip bits but read my favourites’, ‘I tried to read it, but I skipped to the end and it ruined it for me’.

Stealing her words as I wanted to steal her sassy Dominican ways.

No matter how much I grapple with the bible, for many different reasons (I think gay marriage is a great idea, I work on Sundays, it’s REALLY LONG), I just need to suck it up and get into it. Not just to say I’ve read it; but to finally, finally, be changed; to learn to lean on and love God’s word, even when it’s tricksy.

Sorry. That last bit was hammy. But there that is.

Finally (finally), what’s happened to Nathan Fillion? He’s gone from this:

To this:

In summary, gonna read the bible, gonna blog about it sometimes. So I guess I lied when I said this was probably only gonna be a cannonballa blog. Darn.

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