Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

So yesterday marked a very significant day in the life of six of us BA students here at   Cliff College . We finished our final lectures after three years of lectures. It just kind of happened and at the end there was no rejoicing, no great party, we just dispersed and went to get on with work or placement or getting ready for whatever the weekend plans were. Or that is what wil have happened after lunch.  However my final lecture was exactly like a final lecture, it was sending us out. We looked at the missional heart and then as group tried to unpack what this meant for us and if it was just a gift, or something that was developed. (In the end we decided nicely down the middle, that it was both a gift given by God that needed to be developed and grown). And then we did the same as individuals. It was a brilliant lecture, it really got us ready to be sent out. (The lecturer shared some of his story, sharing about his organisation   Micah 6-8 ) This week I...

The consistency of Jesus. This term keeps cropping up amongst our lectures. Why did people follow Jesus... he was consistent. Why do we use his approach to spirituality he was consistent. The Gospel a biographical piece of work, not much character development, but rather, consistent. Jesus was consistent. Wow, not sure if I was to right down my top three reason to why everyone should follow Christ that consistent would be up there. Or would it? Consistent what does it mean? the definition straight off my mac: consistent  |kənˈsistənt| adjective (of a person, behavior, or process) unchanging in achievement or effect over a period of time  : manufacturing processes require a consistent approach. •  compatible or in agreement with something  : the injuries are  consistent with  falling from a great height. •  (of an argument or set of ideas) not containing any logical contradictions  : a consistent explanation. Jesus the Consistent. We often tal...

Shout for joy in the LORD, O you righteous!    Praise befits the upright. Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre;  make melody to him with the harp of ten strings!  Sing to him a new song;  play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts. For the word of the LORD is upright,  and all his work is done in faithfulness. He loves righteousness and justice;    the earth is full of the steadfast love of the LORD. Psalm 33v1-5 I helped lead worship today at Knapton Methodist Church with a service and sermon based on the parable of the Good Samaritan. Yet in the planning of the service we had really not got a clue what to open the service with as a call to worship. When I started to lead worship in the realms of Derbyshire I stumbled across this amazing chapter in the good Book. God actually really loves us. Shocking really, and so often forgotten. God actually really loves. Then of course we should react ...

339 days have gone buy, 126 thoughts have found it on to the page. Change of location, change of ideas, new friends, new list of music, new year, new traditions. New Person? Who am I now. Well my name is Rebecca Elizabeth Belshaw, although I am commonly known as Bx. I am no longer studying for A levels, but rather the first year of a degree at Cliff College. I no longer permanently reside in Norfolk with my family, but have residence at Uni in the beautiful land of the Peak District. I still have a job but have moved out of the kitchens and on form the hours of breakfast cooking and waitressing and into the late shift hours of bar work, which means I can pull a successful pint whilst working out the price and talking to the customer about the snow. I, after many years of escaping it, know what it is like to sit in a real A&E (and not a field hospital) for myself having more than one visit for myself in 2009, and a further three visits for other people. I became a worship leader for...

I'm rather odd... There is no two ways about it. I am or rather was standing in the glorious shower of God's rain as it poured rather nicely buckets of cool rain drops upon my person. It is the most delightful thing you can probably ever do, stand in the cool rain on a rather warm day. God's amazing at calming the storm. Recently the the story of Jesus calming the storm stands out so strongly. A Storm (Matthew 8:23-27 Contemprorary English Version) (Mark 4.35-41; Luke 8.22-25) After Jesus left in a boat with his disciples, a terrible storm suddenly struck the lake, and waves started splashing into their boat. Jesus was sound asleep, so the disciples went over to him and woke him up. They said, "Lord, save us! We're going to drown!" But Jesus replied, "Why are you so afraid? You surely don't have much faith." Then he got up and ordered the wind and the waves to calm down. And everything was calm. The men in the boat were amazed and said...

Within the last five minutes the realisation that sixth form is coming to an end is rather to close for comfort. I know that exams for some of us (well me) are rather a way off yet but for most Friday is the last official day of college. Again I am bucking the trend and Thursday is my last day. It's strange how quickly time goes, cause it only seems like yesterday that I was here before at the end of high school, my last day, waiting to go to cliff, turning 16 strangely ambling past people avoiding saying the dreaded goodbye. The only difference is in a way I was glad to leave high school (yes I do think that 14 G.C.S.E's was way too much). However the friends and the experiences at Sixth Form will inevitably make me sad to leave Notre Dame. Maybe that’s why I'm not so sad I'm missing Friday to go to Cliff but rather glad to be putting off saying goodbye because this way I can leave it for just a few more days. Get used to the idea that I will no longer have to get up a...

One of these days when I say "I'm going to have an early night" I might actually preceed not to get distracted. Okay so in this case it's not a bad distraction but a rather a much enjoyed and welcome one, none the less :P any way today in the car on the way to drop of my course work (yep it's all done)we where discussing assemblies. now there is a link to what i'm going to type about which is special connections. In my time i have done many assemblies, i have also seen some memorable ones, such as the one with the massacre of the ty beanie baby, or the one where our teacher ate dog food, and even one where we looked at a clip and completely missed the mouse. yet one which stands out kinda just for comedy genius is by a teacher who can only be described as the man who speaks in metaphors. He told this story, its about a special connection There was a man who lived just away from a village, he was a holy man who prayed and prayed, and belived that god wou...

People who make us smile are often the most valuable. I am blessed in my life to have a few who make me smile when of the day isn't pleasent. I have come down with that horrid cold that when typing coursework makes it near on possible to stay willing to live let along to smile. I often think though as well we take for granted the people who make us smile. maybe it's time to tell them that they do. embaress them slightly by saying something. laugh at there reaction, they might even be a little scared, often it's humerous. let someone today know they make you smile, and often you will see that grin spread across that face. Thank you everyone for the happy thoughts. I have nearly finished the course work so after that I will hopefully begin to write more often again. I'm hoping this has made someone smile. xxx

Inspiration - the source of everything, where would be if someone had not been inspired to do anything. For starters I would not be sitting upon a chair typing something on a computer, whilst waiting for a text, drinking coke and listening to Scott Stapp sing Broken - Hence the title ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcpQswGTxBc ). Inspiration, that small spark of life that changes a person into motivation, starting do something. The BBC has recently run a show called the speaker, which I haven't been watching avidly but I caught a glimpse of a group of speaches for the semi-finals. They where asked to talk about what inspired them. Now believe it or not I do quite like public speaking, typing is often easier but there is a certain thrill of standing up and talking to one person, pretty much the same as talking to in excess of 200 people. It's a personal dialogue, and my mother was saying how i might have been good at such a programme as the speaker, so she asked me what inspire...

Sitting in the glorious sun filled dining room typing today listening to music, has been stressful and its only lunch time but there has been something more... Music is such an important part of some many peoples lives yet often we regard it as something almost throw away, just there. You could say we even take it for granted... how often though have you felt inspired by song, maybe a song has moved you to tears, moved you to stand, made you realise something, made you stop, made you think, made you humm and sing along, made you happy? sitting here this morning just listening to 16 songs again and again I have been through asorts of music. my brother strums his guiatar not realising the difference in someones life he makes every time he plays. sometimes it's the music, the piano introduction to awesome God, the instrumental in the darkenesses i believe in a thing called love, something just connects to the heart. I'm sure my brother would say that summer in g major by vivaldi m...

Weeping, wasting leaving lately I watch the sun set across the water I watch it rise across the skies And i watch the sun linger midless along the streets they walk for time is swiftly fleeting along this lonely floor and as i see the pairings shatter i watch the postcards flutter from rescue me to save the trees Pictures float past different windows winning motives and if faith has to play it's smallundevaiting path then we should know it's bigger bigger than what we see larger than what we know huger than you and me the mess we have laid down the typing of random scenes linked so cleaverly with rhyming words for this broken world is all i see it's scenes include the summer fields and the snowy mountian tops but more it is the war torn desert and gun ravaged streets and all it takes is the tears of a child to see the human inside us all scared, lost alone I'm crying not for you or me but for this broken world as that is all I can see

Time to rest oh yeah I know hypocritical and all but it is good to really stop to sleep to think to step out of the box/house/town/bus/car/work/world its just what it is escapism

I know it seems really hard to admit but sometimes you just want to scream and run away. Run away from everything, the people and the places and go home. But what happens if you have nowhere to call home. So you have a roof over your head and you’re not living on a street, but a home? The dictionary isn’t even brief about what a home is it goes on for quite a while. As a noun it is: • A place where one lives; a residence. • The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment. • A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household. • An environment offering security and happiness. • A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin. • The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period. In the thesaurus: noun 1. A building or shelter where one lives: abode, domicile, dwelling, habitation, house, lodging (often used in plural), place, residence. Chiefly British dig (used in plural). See pro...

The thrill of driving, the excitement, the speed, the cost! So much like life really. Some goes fast, some goes slow, there are accidents and moments so clear all starts to make sense. However oftern when you drive you only see those around you, you look out and try and avoid the accidents often missing lookin gout your self on the veiw, breathtaking reality. Then you become tired, the need to stop, to drink and water. It can be costly too. I mean petrol, the repairs, tax, MOT, services and insurance. It all adds up. You could compare life to driving, so much of the above applies. There is a thrill and an excitment, there are times that are fast and some that are slow, there are accidents and times when we look so closely at what is around us. At points we even get tired, not the everyday tired that tuks you up in bed at night, but the tired in life that drowns you deep into depression, one which we shrink away from life. The cost is so clear, we grow older, become less trusting, fall...

sunday come and sunday go, and i seem up rdiculously early as always but i realised i forgot to pack to go away today. not only that but it s mothers day

sometimes saturdays seem so lonely and sundays seem so solemn Mondays asre a moment and tusedays more stoic than a roman column wednesday is distant and thursday looking sad friday once again goes quick and thats a week to be had maybe as the months go by the pace will pass and quicken and then when years have comed to pass a slowness they will sicken but for now each day so seems the same and drifts by evermore and sleepily we dream it by forgetting to wish for more

Some time the best laid plans go to waste and usually they go to better plans or confusions. People will always laugh and support you no matter what and sometimes it takes the lack of a family, the lack of friends and a lack of a dog to make you see the funny side of going beyond the hem... Friends don't let you down, you just have to give them a chance to be there for you. xxx

Some times spending a little money makes you feel better. Maybe not when you have no money but treating your self once in a while. On top of that taking the time just to chat randomly also works so on that note I'm off to do just that chat chat chat xxx

It suddenly feels like spring agian. The sun is shining, the birds woke me up early with their chirrping, and the world seems greener. The saying goes, that the grass is always greener on the other side but it seems pretty green for me here at the moment. That doesnt mean that life is perfect, there are still leaves from autumn everywhere, the grass is wild and hedge's overgrown, but its a content state of out of control ness, if that makes sense in any way? so how is the garden of your life? im enjoying the sring coming in the midst of the discombobulating chaos.

What a faith that women had to strech out her hand and say yes if i touch his clothes i will be healed. amazing faith that im not sure unless you have really sunk to the depths of despair that women had been in you could truly ever understand. whats more is that he offered more than what she wanted. for someone who had been outcast by family and friends he offered a relationship. he called her daughter he knew nothing about her, not her past or her future or anything else. and yet she was his daughter. A relationship for all of us... lots to think about isnt it? xxx