...Identity. That was the subject of the Vicars message this morning. We attended the 0915 service today. We are trying to get to a different service each Sunday. So this morning it was the 0915 service. Next week it will be the 11am service. The following week it will be the 0915 service and so on. The 0915 service has old hymns and is very traditional in its approach. The 11am service is more modern and contemporary in style. The sermon is essentially the same. This is St Luke's I am talking about. It was a good sermon. It was from Ephesians 2. In this passage Paul talks about where we were and where we now are. The preacher pointed out that this epistle (letter) was written to gentile believers(If your not Jewish, your gentile). And it is intended in part to be a word of encouragement. It is a word that is needed in this time of uncertainty. Christ offers identity and a sense of belonging. A sense of who we are. Many are those who go through life not knowing who they are. They are in a sense trying to find themselves. Many never find out and for some of them life becomes so hard, they decide it is not worth it and commit suicide. What a tragic waste of life. You are who you are. And you are what you are. You can be more than you are in Christ. In Christ you can be the complete you Christ created you to be. Without Christ you can never be complete and will never reach your full potential. You will also never fully appreciate life or be truly happy.
Back to the suicide thingy. I said before it is not an answer. Yet tonight that is precisely what some poor young lady tried to do in front of me. The only thing that saved her life was God. And her boyfriend who pulled her out of my way. If he hadn't I would not be writing this now. The possibility of a fatality is something I face every working day. There are always those who think it's not worth it all. For them life is too tough. They have, as they see it, no hope, no identity, no future. Why go on. What's it all about. Usually by the time they do the awful deed they are already, in their mind, dead. They just need to do it. Not to succeed is failure. Yet it isn't. They may be dead but others live on and are affected by their mistake. Help is available. For the young lass tonight, the police were called and she has gained time to sort herself out. I pray some one can help her and offer her hope. Fortunately my brakes worked well and so I was able to buy her some time. I pray it is enough.
Now it is time for bed and my Hot Water Bottle. Yes, that is my new name for Cathy. I use to call her Grumble Bum. (Don't ask.) Now I call her Hot Water Bottle. It is cold at night now and she warms our bed quite nicely. Yes, she shares our bed. And a very nice hot water bottle she makes. And do I grumble if my hot water bottle is not there! I whinge and whine and moan. But eventually my Hot Water Bottle joins us in the bed and all is right with the world again.
One more thing. I have included a picture. It is of Michele, myself and another little boy from Michele's preschool. Yes, we parents also get involved in preschool. It is a good way of seeing how your child is coping and a time to look at the way the preschool does things and the teachers. Back to the photo. Michele, in this photo, is using headphones to listen to music for the very first time. She had never, prior to this, used head phones before. It was one of those precious moments and one which her teacher had a camera handy and was able to catch the look on Michele's face. Priceless!
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