It’s late…

I couldn’t be bothered getting my journal out of my bag during Disrupt, so I wrote on my hand. I don’t even know why I wrote the phrase ‘I will awaken the dawn’ on my hand… its from the psalms, and to me has always been one of my ‘nightwatch’ verses, such as our allnighters in Lower Hutt have ended up being.

It’s 12.20am though. Good time to blog, I haven’t been up this late in forever… my license curfew means I’m home by 10 most nights.

I didn’t quite realise, but one of the classes I’m teaching next year on the internship is the theme class during the OT prophecy about Jesus / Jesus week. The young adults internship is run from Monday to Thursday, and each week we have a mentoring class, theme class, leadership class and general class… theme class is to do with the weekly/monthly topic. So, I’m pretty excited about that one. I started memorising and outlining Matthew about 6 weeks ago without knowing about this (does anyone actually know whats the deal with the weird genealogy in Matthew cf 1 Chronicles 9?) and so I get to teach the interns all about how God made the whole story fit together.

Tomorrow I don’t have to work, a very nice schedule change meant that I get the day free to help with Tiffany’s 21st which is tomorrow night…

The website for At Thy Feet is also up. Yay. www.atthyfeet.co.nz.

With that, goood night.

No, I’m not American… or Canadian…

“I must shout my excitement from some place very high.”
- the French car who only watches Ferraris, from the movie cars.

Would somebody PLEASE make an announcement to the world at large that I’m not American. All day today I had customers at work asking me where I’m from…

And it happens EVERYWHERE I go. I don’t know WHY!

Day Off…?

Its a Monday. I DID sleep in till 9.56am… which is a good four hours past my usual wakeup time.

I’ve already done the dishes and put my washing on, and its now 10.19am. I had no emails of any note, except for some baby clothes newsletter which I signed up for mistakenly last year at the annual ASG Parent and Child Show… so a blog was in order.

Except I have nothing of substance to write about. I need to go pray, I haven’t spent any solid time in the prayer room in about 6 days, so that’s todays agenda.

As well as spending some time in the office.

And enjoying the SUN! YAY! Summer is here.

Incoherent thought Saturday night

* It’s 11.07pm and I’m watching die another day… James Bond movie… the plane is on fire. Waste of a good plane, if you ask me. I could have used that plane to fly to the nations.

* I worked 22 hours in the last three days at Starbucks… plus church stuff, so I’m pretty tired from lots of time on my feet.

* I recommend a raspberry chocolate chip frappuchino… make the double chocolate chip frappuchino, but add two pumps of raspberry, and an extra scoop of chocolate chips. Good times.

* Rachel’s moving to Nelson. Tonight was a farewell BBQ for her. I got melted marshmallow all over my jeans so I’ve put them in the freezer to try to dry them out so it’ll scrape off.

* Tomorrow is church, yay! And I don’t have to work at Starbucks till Wednesday. Going to Wellington Elim tomorrow night though.

* I’m excited for internship.

* I’m not surprised that I dislike red. It used to be my favourite colour, but then I started going to Chilton and had to wear red blazers… it’s amazing the reaction that my Starbucks red uniform shirts bring up. If I’m not required to give them back, these will become my painting shirts after New Years.

* Tiffany and Rachael both celebrate their 21st birthdays… so next weekend is the english country dancing party, the one after is pirates and princesses. Unfortunately I work Saturdays so can’t help setup for either.

* My little sister turned 18 on Friday, though I don’t think she reads this. Happy Birthday Abbey, and good luck for exams!

At Thy Feet

We had Jay Lucas of YWAM New Zealand with us on Tuesday and Wednesday. I did a bit of driving around – maybe my calling in life could be to be a chauffeur – and attended a couple of meetings where he shared what God’s been saying to him.

December 15th, 2007, a bunch of us are going to try to ride the wave of what God seems to be saying to New Zealand. About 10 years ago the Lord spoke to Jay about seeing the three main centres of New Zealand (Auckland, Christchurch and Wellington) linked up by live videofeed, doing a Joel 1:14-style solemn assembly. Over the last years Jay has attended various events like The Call, and he’s also the New Zealand 24-7prayer leader. Anyway, in June this year he felt the Lord tell him that it’s time to get this thing moving… so in my capacity as the prayer room co-ordinator (soon to become more leader-ish?) I’m hooking into this thing.

We want to do something indigenous… something that reflects New Zealand and is genuinely New Zealand, not something imported from overseas which we add Kiwi flavouring to. Hope Centre is hosting the Lower Hutt gathering – we’d be stoked if we had like 100 people show up for 6 hours of prayer and fasting and worship – and over the next few years, we want to see this thing build and grow and impact the nation and see where God takes us.

* ‘We’ is me, my church, YWAM, the other churches involved, anyone remotely connected to this thing. But I speak from my viewpoint.

Starbucks. Love it or hate it?

Do you love Starbucks or hate Starbucks?

That’s the question of the day for all my non-existent readers… or future readers who scan back through my blog history…

Some people I know like Starbucks, many people I know hate Starbucks.

What’s your take on it?

(Today was my first proper day of working. I had to wear the red ‘pass the cheer’ shirt and green apron, but I know how to use the cash register and make some drinks. They just better not be leaving me on solo shift anytime for the next few weeks.)

Desire

I’ll expand later (to my non-existent audience) but here’s a thought:
God submits himself to desire… for us.

Bet you didn’t know that…

The longest non-medical word in the English language is not antidisestablishmentarian, but floccinaucinihilipilification, which is the act of estimating as worthless.

The longest medical word is pneumonoultramiscroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, which is an inflammatory lung disease caused by the inhalation of fine silica dust.

The longest place name is Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu, with 85 characters. It’s a Maori name (other spelling is Tetaumatawhakatangihangakoauaotamateaurehaeaturipukapihimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuaakitanatahu with 92 characters) and it means The summit where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, the climber of mountains, the land-swallower who travelled about, played his flute to his loved. It’s a hill in the Hawkes Bay area, about 5 hours north of here.

The longest word created by an author, but not in a dictionary, is Lopadotemakhoselakhogaleokranioleipsanodrimypotrimmatosilphiokarabomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptokephalliokigklopeleiolagōiosiraiobaphētraganopterýgōn
It’s basically a fricassee dish with 17 different ingredients, created so that one dish would be suitable for everyone, and was referred to twice in one of the last speeches of the play ‘Assemblywomen.’ 

Web-guru am I

I spent the whole afternoon workin on the new HC website… tomorrow, I plan to finish it… if I can.

I [nearly] burnt down the house

I have to laugh at myself sometimes, just like I laugh at other people. It’s true, I almost burnt down the house – if you add in any number of scenarios, none of which were present but COULD have been. So I didn’t really nearly burn down the house.

Tonight, I attempted to make pasta. By hand, from scratch. Let’s just say my fettuchini became fettutrash. Anyway, then I started making spiced apple cake… which was all good, got it in the oven, started doing dishes and talkin on the phone to my friend Vairea in Tahiti… smoke alarm went off, so I turned around and flapped at it, figuring my cake was burning… it went quiet, but then I glanced at the stove.

There were flames. On top of my stove. Real life, non-controlled flames. So I grabbed the oven mitt and tried to work out how to put out fire… water! So I threw it in the dish water… and the worst that happened was a couple of fire alarms and a very smoky house… actually, I suppose worse than that was the fact that the sodden oven glove disintegrated to my touch, so we need a new one.

So, if I had been in my room reading, or in the bathroom, or the smoke alarm hadn’t been working, or I’d turned around and sprayed oil all over the stove for some strange reason… I [nearly could have] burnt the house down.