Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

Time is wasted on us I feel... We always keep things by time. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. To preoccupied by the time we have spent doing things that we don't see how much more we waste. Time is prescious. it is limited So make it count

The year 2003. Started on a wednesday, was the year of freshwater. January 25th - 34 people are injured on the tube. January 30th - support is releasedfrom the UK in support of Disarming Iraq February 9th - BBC three takes over what was BBC Choice March 3rd - capture of suspected mastermind behind 9/11 March 18th - British sign langage becomes an officail British language March 20th - USA, UK, Poland and Australia invade Iraq April 9th - Saddam Hussein's regime is over in Baghdad through the force of U.S Forces May 2nd - Monkey man superhero hoax of tunbridge wells May 24th - Turkey win the Eurovision song contest June 1st - 29th G8 summit opens June 22nd - largest hailstone ever recorded in Nebraska July 5th - double suicide bombing at a moscow rock concert kills attackers and 15 others July 7th - the first possible Gay bishop decides against it after talking to church leaders July 8th Sudan airways flight 39 crashes in Sudan, killing 116 of 117 passengers, the only survivor was t...

I wanted to say goodbye to a few things yesterday. Origanlly it wasn't even the place I turned up at. I took time to think first, so I went to the beach. Whilst thinking I had time to write. Take time to stop and listen I went to the place where God's voice is always clearer Maybe it's the sea air or incomprehendable sound of the waves I don't know maybe the wind chills me stops me stressing, makes me relax or the air so fresh makes you realise how cluttered your world is. Maybe this place is just happy for the memories. Laughter and sand. Or maybe here I am just small and insignificant --- I think this place is great because it is never the same. It changes, always just a fleeting moment. You have to say goodbye, always. Maybe knowing you can never come back makes it easier. Maybe the quiet moments alone to listen are significant. No rebellious Pirates --- I walked along the beach path the tide was coming in, so no one was really on the beach. the breeze blowing the co...

Drama, drama, drama What sometimes I wouldn't do for the quiet life... I can see it now (if this was a movie the screen would go cloudy and camera would move up as if in to a dream like state in which the character would ponder a life of quietness.) Nice house, with loving husband, pretty kids who are doing reasonably well, regular visits from family and friendly neighbours, all smartly turned out to go to church on sunday. Days on the beach, walking the dog, aughing on a boat. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, transporting and organising, cosmopolitan with the girls every friday... probably the biggest drama being what someone said about my cakes at the church fete. In some ways I would love this life, it sounds so simple, so care free, but would I not miss the drama. Well it makes a nice day dream and even if I only get a part of that (husband, kids and complaints babout cakes) I'm sure I will be happy... As for now back to the constant that is... Drama, drama, drama

At cliff they do a thing called LNE which is really cool! And they usually have like a speaker and a prayer and a response to either of these at some point in the evening (the theme of festival was change, so Friday night was God the same, Sat: change the world, Sun: change the church, Mon: Change me) So Sunday I went to LNE and at the beginning of worship I sat there think I’m going to have to text someone about GOD and then the speaker got talking and he was saying how we as a generation had so many ways of communication and the more how he spoke the more I felt I really had to text/tell someone it was like my heart felt really warm so he got to the response And he said I don’t want anyone to stand up out of emotion, just out of reason if anyone wants to commit wholly to To spreading the gospel outside cliff festival stand up, think about it and stand up And I sat there thinking well if I stand up it's an emotional response I can’t And the more I thought this the more I f...

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...

written at worship leaders last night Crashing round, crashing sound Surrendering and bowing down Breaking the bread Drinking the wine Coming to the Lords table to dine Sharing the fellowship Making amends Sing Your praise Of which will never end Many tears of faith and joy Sadness, fear and confusion He takes our hands within his own And helps us join as one So here we take off our shoes Become broken here before you Warm our hearts with love and grace And we shall smile As we depart from this hall We know that you shall not call As we will walk with you