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… dreams reborn…

24 Apr

Continuing from yesterday… if your dream has died, do not despair for it will be reborn; what you dreamed once you can dream again. I say again do not despair.

For we see so little of our dream, we understand only the tiniest portion of our own story, we see only the tiny thread of a great narrative that is being woven throughout all of time. Perhaps your dream had to die to germinate. Perhaps you believed it to be about one thing but it is/was about so much more!

Our dreams don’t exist in isolation, they are not woven and spun by the magic in our own minds, they are (I believe) planted inside of us by the hand of God himself.

The tomb was empty on Easter Sunday morning, what was forever lost was suddenly an miraculously forever found… do not despair… ask for another dream.

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…Crucified Dreams…

23 Apr

Don’t you hate it, when a “precious dream” dies. Even though the most optimistic, positive people have to face the fact that “our lives” are filled with passing unfulfilled, incomplete dreams. Dreams that never took flight, dreams that never lived, dreams that died before their time.

Your dream could be a piece of art, your dream could be a career, it could be a marriage, a child or a friend. This world is not perfect, we don’t always get what we want.

If your dream has died a lonely death, if your dream is slipping out of your tightly clenched hands… grieve my friends grieve… Don’t deny the pain of what was lost, but don’t stay wallowing in your pain forever either.

Nearly two thousand years ago, the christian story tells us that a dream was utterly destroyed on a Friday… and on the Saturday, the dreamers wept and struggled with despair… but the next day the tomb was empty and the dream was reborn… in a form more magnificent than they could ever have imagined.

…oh how you posture…

21 Apr

Continuing from yesterdays post… the posture we adopt in our relationships with others is far more important than the language that we use. There is nothing worse than being preached at by a stranger, who hasn’t taken the TIME to listen to your story, your journey, what you have to offer…

Assumptions kill me, it doesn’t matter if they are right or wrong… they come from a place of high posture. High posture comes from a place of fear or ego; people run to higher ground when they are afraid. Being simple and being yourself is the only way that “true synergy” can occur in the collaborative process.

It’s difficult to let all your inadequacies hang out in a place like Hollywood where there is so much posturing, it’s tough to ask questions that highlight your ignorance in a place where everyone is trying to sell you… themselves. Yet, the prize in the end will go to the brave soul who is not afraid of his own ignorance… for only he will find true friends.

Stories Jesus loves…

17 Apr

As a person who has a deep and genuine faith I am fascinated by the way “art” can be drafted off into either the “religious” or “secular” category.

This division of art is a dangerous thin;, for both the artist and their audience. For authentic faith cannot and should not be separated from everyday life… for ALL of life is sacred. In total honesty, some of the most spiritually significant times in my entire life have occurred whilst sitting on the crapper in a public toilet on the wrong side of town.

As we separate off our art, so we divide and separate ourselves.

The dirty, filthy realities of everyday life needn’t be avoided, reprimanded or subjugated in our spiritual music, stories and films… neither should the search for the “spiritual” be neglected in the secular creations of  modern-day artists.

To do either would to be less than human and less than truthful.

Sitting on the fat camel…

10 Apr

Money can make us very poor, not just the lack of it but the insatiable thirst for more of it.

When money, ambition or material things turn our eyes away from our family and friends we have not become rich, we have become very poor indeed… A mansion in the Hollywood Hills can easily become a lonely (but expensive) prison cell, held captive by our own greed.

This type of poverty can happen to anyone, anywhere, anytime… we all have our addictions and devices… things that seduce us and call us away from simple friendship. It’s strange but sometimes the dude, that sleeps under a bridge has a far greater ability to share what he has and be a real friend than those of us who have so much more.

We all need grace, we all have a camel that is far to fat to get through the eye of a needle. We each have to get off our camels, if we wish to slip through our lonely prison cell bars and escape…

What’s your camel..? Mine is ambition…

The Fighter…

6 Apr

Imagine a person not without fear, but imagine one who completely embodies the essence of courage. Go on imagine, who is that person…

In my mind I see a man, a man who kicks down doors, and breaks through barriers of hatred and loathing; a man who brings joy, laughter, friendship and peace to the dry, parched, dark places on this seemingly God-forsaken earth.

I am convicted by the knowledge that I am often afraid of even my own shadow; for when I stare into the murky pond of life, my own dim reflection haunts me and causes my dry bones to shiver. I fear simultaneously the “lack of who I am” and the promise of who I could be…

But you cannot find your life in shadows or in dim reflections, for they are bound up in the surreal and the cerebral, they are mere holograms. We must come out of the shadows and into the glorious light of grace, we must escape ourselves and find ourselves in the good hands of Christ before we kick down any doors.

An unholy story…

27 Mar

I’ll often exit the 210 Freeway in Pasadena and find some homeless soul holding up a sign at the end of the freeway. Everyday it seems like there is a different dude or gal stretching out their hand, asking the world for a little help. I’ll always wind down my window and say gidday, throw them a couple of bucks if I have it and shake their hand… most people just drive on by…

It’s a shame because when you drive on by, it’s not they who are missing out but you. There is something that you have missed seeing because you can’t stop rushing, or because you are too afraid to turn your head to the left and hold their gaze. There’s a very unholy story written in their eyes…

It’s an unholy story of broken humanity, of a human being on their knees begging not “really” for money but for just a little piece of dignity; but it’s not just they who are broken, they hold the sign and you and I drive on by…

The Unholy Sabbath

13 Mar

Today is Sunday in America, and millions of people like myself will be going off to church; our reasons for going will no doubt differ. Sunday was formerly a day of rest, the shops were closed, people went to church, then came home to a rather large incestuous family dinner. I can’t help but think that the Sabbath is no longer holy… and perhaps it never was.

I prefer the concept of an unholy sabbath… a day for the unclean, the addicts, the drunks, the thieves, the liars, the fraudsters, the greedy, the selfish, the perverts, in fact for anyone who suffers under the weight of their own humanity… to simply come and find rest for their souls. To receive life-giving grace and hope, to come to that place of utter surrender, to understand that even though we may not be okay… it’s okay, that we can each start out all over again.

The Sabbath is for the unholy, not the holy… for they’ve already claimed to the first six days of the week. Come all who are weary and you will find rest for your souls.

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…eat your pound of flesh…

11 Mar

There is much “need” in this world. To me it seems wrong to succumb to comfort and boredom while people are dying without food, while there is injustice, inequality and child slavery, how can it be correct or decent for us to remain indifferently committed to our own indulgence?

… but you can’t fill every need… you can’t solve every problem… you can’t make a crooked life straight…

All you can do is listen and to discover what problems are yours to solve, which people you were made to protect, which less fortunate souls you are invited to fight for. First we must listen, then we must act, but also we have to eat.

So eat your pound of flesh… what is given to you is yours, use what you need to sustain yourself and then go help others.

How much is your pound of flesh?

Don't go out for a burger when you have steak at home...

Try not to take more than you can eat...

Bullshit leaves a nasty stain…

25 Feb

How do I make you believe something? By telling you the truth. Bullshit leaves a terrible stain, in breeds uncertainty not just in the other person, but also in you.

There is a story in the bible when Jesus meet a young man called Nathanael. Essentially he looks at Nathanael, right at him, right through him and says… “Here is a man about who nothing is false.”

Oh how I long to have the same thing said of me.  You don’t need to shout, coerce, control or manipulate when what you are saying is simply… true.

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