"Sempiternal"


Isn't it Amazing?

How quickly the sands of time shift?
Yet a single grain can extend a sand dune -
Into endless meandering.

How our days, hours, minitues, seconds
run through the hourglass, with glee and
sometimes painfully slow.

Endless; timeless; forever?
Eternity do we really comprehend its
cyclic, spiral, entangled web of time.
Maybe "The Net" is another minuet reflection
of the infinity of eternity:
A way for humanity to access the magnitude
of the eternal...
Is not HIS world, universe and all created:
A way for humanity to grasp God -
our Creator's grand plan...

A way in which God delivers HIS message
of deeply profound love -
Through the perfect and imperfect.
The rabid; scornful; debase and
horrific...
Is it not once we have experienced these
that we see and understand real beauty?


Does not the sun rise and set set
proclaim HIS glory?

Does not science and knowledge
reveal God's truth?

Are we so blinded by our own (sic)
brilliance?

How can we not see the wonder of the
"Golden Ration" and "Euclidean Fractals"
in terms of ETERNITY?

Whatelse will we find that God already knows
but chooses to reveal to us in a drip feed?

"SEEK and ye shall find..."

HE has created us to be
"Sempiternal"

"Beyond Eternity."

The Hammer Drops

It will, and always does.

he labouriously lifts it up again -

Poised to strike;

Does he ever learn?

Toil, turmoil - suspended in time:

Fracturing the wood -

Driving the nail in deep through

HIS flesh - splitting bone -

Squelching through to the core.

Yet, there he is again -

Hammering in the sin of deception  and evil,

Steel shreds of our illgotten past.

Do we ever learn?

2000 years - he lifts the hammer,

Carves into the air a sharp blow,

As the figure of Christ arches up in LOVE -

The repulsive nail that humanity drives deep into

The sole of HIS feet -remains...

Splaying out the plattelets -

Thick, red, tender molecules of love.

Poured out for us.

he raises the hammer high behind his head -

Welding the sins of the world

On the abject hammerhead;

Matserfully crushing the pain- wraught

bridge of HIS feet.

Destroying sin; creating a new

Dialectic Scheme of Salvation.

A new glorious bridge between

GOD and man.

Deep within the thorned crowned head -

Rich life-giving eternal blood,

filled with grace and love

flows down and out, to a world fraught with sin.

It is finished,

It is done -

and always will be:

Sempiternal!

2010 and where is SPRING?!

It's so beautiful in Korea during the Spring,
but this year where has all the sunshine gone?
It is bitterly cold and we wait with baited breath...
Cherry blossoms frame the campus and hanji spiral skywards.
Fingers frozen to the marker in my hand as I scrawl the word:
IB DONE.

We stifle a tear and close the pages of Ayckbourne's
A WOMAN IN MIND: December Bee.
How ironic, a December Bee -
A symbol these nostelgic seniors now deeply understand-
DECEMBER BEE,  WILL WE?

As Nora, Linda, Eliza and Susan cloud the seniors thoughts...
We reflect on a two year journey - ending in self discovery,
Or a discovery of who we are in Christ.
IB EXAMS loom and prayers waft upwards-

One Question remains:
                              REMEMBER ME?
Or should it be REMEBER US:

THE SEMPITERNAL CLASS OF 2010.

Culture:


So here is the BIG question... WHO AM I? What defines me? Does my culture define me or do I define my culture? Am I a result of my faith or is my faith as a result of me?

It's totally complex while paradoxically simplistic! I am a person who is partially devoid of culture and yet completely transformed by a new growing culture.


I am a dying breed - a South African...

Yet when I came to Asia, many Asians expressed great surprise at me being an AFRICAN. "How come you are African?" they say. "Why are you not black?" - I even get asked this in my own country "How African are you?" (How black are you?)

I was born and bred on thick blood red South African soil - the kind that sticks between your toes - when you; as a child; are illegally fishing in your neighbours' goldfish pond. The kind of soil that labels you as 'the suspect' when being interrogated by a prejudiced society or neighbour. My label tattooed to me eternally; in every country, culture or society is: WHITE. I am a white South African. Until 1994 white South Africans were allowed to show their culture but a change in government (freedom for all as long as you are not a white); has forced an entire generation of South Africans to give up their culture.

Culture less?

I do not have a culture anymore - well at least not a white South African one! And soon I can say I'm Australian (we're immigrating); people won't ask why I am not black anymore - WHEW! Relief! No questions about colour means that I can go back to being colourless - a non-event- no longer responsible for black oppression and the destruction of my beloved AFRICA. But to gain this gift of "freedom" from culture - I have to leave my Motherland; the colourful world of my African culture.

How does one pry the thick blood red clay of Africa from one's feet?

                              Harder still is the wrenching of Africa's vibrant tribal vines from my heart
                              but the hardest ... is the extraction of my prejudicial weeds that constrict my mind
                              and creep into my psyche - destroying the glimmer of hope for fair "ubuntu'' in Africa.

Transformation...

So I am growing a new culture: my ETERNAL culture.

God knew that the culture into which we are born or chose to accept / acknowledge is not eternal. Culture does not last forever; neither should it define who we are... I'd be nothing then - invisible - colourless. Not even crusty blood red soil would stick to me. So somewhere deep with in my heart... actually beyond that cliche'... deep within my soul, He planted a minuscule seed of faith. He labelled it "Eternity" or rather "SEMPITERNAL" - hiding it for me to discover. I did discover it - it pierced through the darkness of culture - transcended the blackness in my cultural heart and drew attention to my neglected soul. Thus began my journey to eternity, I accepted Christ into my life at the age of four and my geriatric "long walk to freedom" commenced. I became transformed by allowing God to renew my mind - becoming and discovering that my form is Christ-like; only if my arms are stretched out to the world around me. I AM HIS IMAGE. I have a new culture - a godly culture. I am changed by the GRACE of God ALONE.

Maybe this video clip link will explain WHO I AM.

                                                               EVERYDAY.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GR7726x4LD4

IN CHRIST

Mrs.Mc.
An AFRICAN GLOBE TROTTER.

 Christmas 2009

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