'In that day men/women began to call upon the name of the Lord ' Gen 4:26
Adam and Eve seamingly failed to fill the earth with a Godly offspring [the perfect family] as was intended.Their plan to raise great sons ended up with Cain missing his weekly anger management classes and killing Abel for taking first prize at the show and tell morning talk.
Cains life spiralls,he leaves Adam and Eve , deserts God and His presence and builds cities which have since that day become great places to hide away in. Sin increases, and although success is mixed with Cains journey ,ultimately [by Gen 6 ] the whole place is full of wickedness.
Adam and Eve must have wondered what all this was about-what God and His word was about and what purpose there was to live for. Adams next edition of 'raising brilliant families' would not be heading to the printer in the near future.
Finally after a long and difficult season a new son called Seth[ new appointment] is born to them and he in turn has a son called Enosh and then it declares 'AT THAT TIME MEN BEGAN TO CALL UPON THE NAME OF THE LORD'
This thought has inspired me over these weeks and out of it a real seed of hunger to call upon the Lord has been emerging.
Ultimately we are Spirit people and deep at the centre of that relationship is a profound longing to know the living God. This longing builds into a cry that overlooks the surrounding impossibilities and will not stop calling out until it sees the fruit of Gods promises fulfilled.
I have daily been repeating this verse and in so doing have found the 'name of the Lord' and His promises arising a fresh within me.
Like Seth and Enosh the future of all that God has promised can only be seized by those willing to rise up to challenge and change the future for good.
Let the 'call' be heard over Aotearoa in 2008.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Bulls in the tent
So why do people go camping ? Apparently its a great family activity that bonds families-a revelation that hasnt yet dawned on me.
We have just finished 7 days at Anaru Bay north of Gisborne at a Doc camp in a borrowed tent.
Our arival welcomed 24 hours of consistant heavy rain that by three in the morning had filled up the base of the tent leaving us bailing water,digging trenches and trying to recall what aspect of this experience was meant to be fun.
We emerged in the morning in our wet and humble state to find a Hilton like house /caravan parked ten meters from us. They turned on their hot showers, popped the chardenay corks and spent their time watching their poor neighbours [ us-looked like squatter camp] trying to turn the flood away.The final humiliation was to see their little genetically modified rat,apparently a dog,walk over to the corner of our tent and drop his very big bundle and then trot back over to the mini Hilton so as not to get wet.
I can really see now why some people actually kill and eat dogs ! The spade in my hand would have happily turned into a dog beating, grave digging tool had Mr and Mrs Hilton not been looking.
So please remind me again, which part of this builds great memories.Or perhaps thats just the point.You will never,ever forget the times spent on your tenting holidays as you remain deeply traumatised for many years and will need to talk to others about it many , many times.
A friend of ours told how when they came back from a walk they found their tent was gone and moving aroung the field they were camped in. They were informed that the farmers bull had got into their tent,got trapped and was now running aroung inside the tent and around the field. Sure hope the kids werent inside it!!!
Other insights to survive camping:
-Place a trumpet on your picnic table while camping as it is certain to keep the campsites on either side vacant.
-The guitar being used by the noisy teenager at the next camp site makes excellent kindling.
So my advice is buy one of those mini Hiltons and terrorise all those poor people in tents.
So thats it from me.If you have also been traumatised from a camping holiday do write back to this site and perhaps over time we can start a internet chat room as we coach each other back into healing.
The sad thing about all this-we will be back next year to repeat it all again !
We have just finished 7 days at Anaru Bay north of Gisborne at a Doc camp in a borrowed tent.
Our arival welcomed 24 hours of consistant heavy rain that by three in the morning had filled up the base of the tent leaving us bailing water,digging trenches and trying to recall what aspect of this experience was meant to be fun.
We emerged in the morning in our wet and humble state to find a Hilton like house /caravan parked ten meters from us. They turned on their hot showers, popped the chardenay corks and spent their time watching their poor neighbours [ us-looked like squatter camp] trying to turn the flood away.The final humiliation was to see their little genetically modified rat,apparently a dog,walk over to the corner of our tent and drop his very big bundle and then trot back over to the mini Hilton so as not to get wet.
I can really see now why some people actually kill and eat dogs ! The spade in my hand would have happily turned into a dog beating, grave digging tool had Mr and Mrs Hilton not been looking.
So please remind me again, which part of this builds great memories.Or perhaps thats just the point.You will never,ever forget the times spent on your tenting holidays as you remain deeply traumatised for many years and will need to talk to others about it many , many times.
A friend of ours told how when they came back from a walk they found their tent was gone and moving aroung the field they were camped in. They were informed that the farmers bull had got into their tent,got trapped and was now running aroung inside the tent and around the field. Sure hope the kids werent inside it!!!
Other insights to survive camping:
-Place a trumpet on your picnic table while camping as it is certain to keep the campsites on either side vacant.
-The guitar being used by the noisy teenager at the next camp site makes excellent kindling.
So my advice is buy one of those mini Hiltons and terrorise all those poor people in tents.
So thats it from me.If you have also been traumatised from a camping holiday do write back to this site and perhaps over time we can start a internet chat room as we coach each other back into healing.
The sad thing about all this-we will be back next year to repeat it all again !
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