Der er gået sommer i den!
"Ferie, ferie, feire!
Slap nu af, du har fri,
og syng en glad melodi.
Op mod solen ler vi,
den skal skinne til ferien er forbi."
Der bli'r nok lidt stille over de næste uger. Vi har "arbejdsferie" i Huset. En dejlig plet på jorden....
Pirates of the Caribbean
Have just come home from the cinema where we watched Captain Jack Sparrow in action. Action and humour - it doesn't get much better. The best things, however, is the fact that there are many thoughts about life, destiny, eternal life and salvation.
For instance: In the first film we saw how Elizabeth, the daughter of a noble governor and Captain Jack Sparrow, who are not at alle noble but does what he can to pursue happiness and freedom, are both appalled by and attracted to each other. This time they have a very interesting conversation as to their characters. Jack Sparrow tries to convince Elizabeth that she will indeed become a pirate. Because, as he reasons, she longs for freedom: for being able to follow every egoistic whim just because she can. When she asks what makes him so sure, his answer is simple: "Curiosity. you want to know what it feels like. Elizabeth, on the other hand, is convinced that he is in fact a good man, and that he will "do the right thing" when he gets a chance. Because of curiosity, she muses, "You really, really long for a taste of it."
I guess they are right. We talk about temptation in Christian circles, and doesn't the power in temptations lie in our curiosity? I'll won't tell you what they do, so you can still go and enjoy the film.
A second scene is where Davy Jones (For danskere: havet selv hedder Davy Jones i engelsk literatur) is taking on board new crew. He asks them, men who are terrified: "Do you fear death, the dark and judgement? Do you fear for it all to come out in the open?" One poor soul nods his head with tears - another warns him not to answer. This second man is holding a rosary (rosenkrans) Davy Jones turns to him: "Do you not fear the deep?" And the man's answers: "I take my chances" while he holds on to the rosary with a cross on it - this has him killed. A third man protests at this. Davy Jones turns to him and shouts: "Life is cruel, why should the after life be any different?!" Turning to the first man he says, mildly: "I can offer you a way to postpone your judgement..."
Yep. I think the Pirates need to be watched closely with a notebook at hand, because surely there's some good points for conversation here!
O, and we saw a trailer for the new Superman film. A promising quote from Lois Lane to Superman: "The world doesn't need a Saviour. And neither do I." Guess we'll have to watch that too!
It can be hard work being a well-meaning new minister ;-)
Pastor H. Oly, came fresh from college to start his position in the parish. The head of the church board encouraged him to pay a visit to old Edna.
The paster goes with hopefully, and is sat down in the living room with a cuppa. "So, Edna, I'm the new pastor of the congregation." "Sure" old Edna replies. Slowly the conversation moves over a few light subjects, but soon there's not much to be said.
The pastor hits on the brilliant idea of talking about more personal stuff.
"How are your children doing, Edna?" "Sure," says Edna "I have a daughter, but she's been in prison for nine years." This more or less kills off the conversation.
Luckily Edna breaks it: "I also have a son - but he jumped from the 6th floor."
What to do, what to do? The minister feels he saves it by asking: "Do you have other children?"
This makes Edna take a deep breath before she answers:
"Sure, I have a son at uni."
Relieved pastor H. Oly lights up, convinced he has hit fertile ground: "So, what does your son do at university?"
After a short pasue Edna answers: "He's preserved in the Institute of Anatomy."
Pastor H. Oly, came fresh from college to start his position in the parish. The head of the church board encouraged him to pay a visit to old Edna.
The paster goes with hopefully, and is sat down in the living room with a cuppa. "So, Edna, I'm the new pastor of the congregation." "Sure" old Edna replies. Slowly the conversation moves over a few light subjects, but soon there's not much to be said.
The pastor hits on the brilliant idea of talking about more personal stuff.
"How are your children doing, Edna?" "Sure," says Edna "I have a daughter, but she's been in prison for nine years." This more or less kills off the conversation.
Luckily Edna breaks it: "I also have a son - but he jumped from the 6th floor."
What to do, what to do? The minister feels he saves it by asking: "Do you have other children?"
This makes Edna take a deep breath before she answers:
"Sure, I have a son at uni."
Relieved pastor H. Oly lights up, convinced he has hit fertile ground: "So, what does your son do at university?"
After a short pasue Edna answers: "He's preserved in the Institute of Anatomy."
Man's best friend is known to be the dog. Which is quite true in our home. However, dog's best friend is the dog across the street, Noah.
Holly, our dog, watches the windows. Sometimes she barks, or "comments" on the people and dogs walking past. And on bad days the ducks and black birds also get a greeting. But one day she reacted completely different. She came running in from the window, first to Duncan, then to me. Jumping up and down, tale wagging, ears up, happy barking. Both of us followed bewildered - what on earth had the barmy dog found?
When we came to the window we saw Noah and his owner walking along the path outside our window. The dog had seen her friend outside and wanted to go and play!
Today it happened again, except this time she was out on the balcony, and I swear that if she'd been tall enough to jump over the fence and two floors down she would've. And if Noah (who's a sausage dog/gravhund) had wings, he would've flown up to play with her.
What could we do, except take the little creature down to play with her little mate?
They both enjoyed it - that's obvious for anyone to see. Like two little kinder garten children they roll around, play tig and chase each other round and round. And when they get tired, they lie down together, tongues out, enjoying each other just being there.
Who doesn't need a friend like that?!
Holly, our dog, watches the windows. Sometimes she barks, or "comments" on the people and dogs walking past. And on bad days the ducks and black birds also get a greeting. But one day she reacted completely different. She came running in from the window, first to Duncan, then to me. Jumping up and down, tale wagging, ears up, happy barking. Both of us followed bewildered - what on earth had the barmy dog found?
When we came to the window we saw Noah and his owner walking along the path outside our window. The dog had seen her friend outside and wanted to go and play!
Today it happened again, except this time she was out on the balcony, and I swear that if she'd been tall enough to jump over the fence and two floors down she would've. And if Noah (who's a sausage dog/gravhund) had wings, he would've flown up to play with her.
What could we do, except take the little creature down to play with her little mate?
They both enjoyed it - that's obvious for anyone to see. Like two little kinder garten children they roll around, play tig and chase each other round and round. And when they get tired, they lie down together, tongues out, enjoying each other just being there.
Who doesn't need a friend like that?!
Ny Salmebog
Min kirke har lige fået ny salmebog. Et projekt som har strukket sig over 12 år. Når man som mig ikke har været bevidst om hele processen, simpelthen fordi jeg var for ung da den begyndte, er det svært helt at tage ind hvilken mammut anstrengelse her er tale om for en lille kirke som vores.
Men vi kan være stolte af den - og selvfølgelig af det enorme frivillige arbejde som er blevet lagt i dens tilblivelse. Jeg tror, vi bliver glade for den. I hvert fald er det dejligt at have en bog som ligenu samler alle de sange og salmer som vi bruger. Og flere til.
Til præsentationen af salmebogen sang vi en sang, som endnu ikke har sluppet mig. Den er ny og den er relevant. Den handler om Jesus, men Jesus i verden. Der hvor han hører til! Den sætter nogle utrolige ord og billeder på Jesus' nærvær:
Søger du mod fjerne havne
efter guld og røgelse,
vil du se, på tusind favne,
noget, som et spøgelse.
Som et lys, der lydløst følger
skibets farefulde færd,
kommer det på nattens bølger
undertiden ganske nær.
Når de store have stiger,
og din nabos skib går ned,
og I danser, mens de skriger,
følger skyggelyset med.
Der er huller i dets hænder,
i dets hjerte dybe sår.
Det er hul i ho’det, venner,
at I ingenting forstår.
Kan det lys vel være andet
end min spøgefulde ånd.
Hvem sku’ ellers gå på vandet
med en udstrakt hjælpehånd.
Selv på dødens oceaner
færdes jeg på sikker grund,
jeg kan danse på vulkaner,
jeg er nær i hver en stund.
Jeg er nær, når livet lykkes
i de kæres sammenkomst.
Jeg er nær, når kisten smykkes
med en ynglings yndlingsblomst.
Jeg er med i statistikken
over unge, hængte mænd.
I kloakken, på klinikken,
overalt går jeg igen.
Jeg er med jer alle dage,
alle mørke nætter med.
Jeg er mægtig, i de svage,
til at rive mure ned.
Det er mig, der kalder sammen
til det store gæstebud.
Det er mig, der tænder flammen,
når et oprør bryder ud.
Jeg er sjælen i kritikken
af et destruktivt system.
Jeg er inde i musikken;
jeg ta’r fat på dit problem.
Det er mig, der protesterer,
når de mindste mangler brød.
Skønt jeg ikke eksisterer,
må du tro mig for min død.
Jeg går gennem låste døre
uden larm og låsesmed.
Jeg har tusind ting at gøre,
tusindfryd at frådse med.
Det er altid mig, der er den,
når I leger syndebuk.
Jeg går ind for dig og verden;
jeg gør dig og verden smuk.
Jeg er med i dine tanker,
når de flyver i det blå.
Jeg er med på korsets planker,
det må alle lide på.
Jeg er med i alles smerter,
jeg er kroppens sjette sans.
Lad mig bo i jeres hjerter;
tag mig med i jeres dans.
Jeg kan danse på vulkaner,
jeg kan kysse med din mund.
Under dødens oceaner
har jeg rod på sikker grund.
Når den store stormflod stiger,
og selv Noas Ark går ned,
skal I bygge høje diger
af min dybe kærlighed.
Kommer du fra fjerne lande
tung af guld og røgelse,
vil du se, på nære vande,
mig – og intet spøgelse.
I min favn er tusind favne.
Evigt liv er i min ånd.
I mit navn er alle navne.
Dumme-Peter, tag min hånd!
Hans Anker Jørgensen.
Min kirke har lige fået ny salmebog. Et projekt som har strukket sig over 12 år. Når man som mig ikke har været bevidst om hele processen, simpelthen fordi jeg var for ung da den begyndte, er det svært helt at tage ind hvilken mammut anstrengelse her er tale om for en lille kirke som vores.
Men vi kan være stolte af den - og selvfølgelig af det enorme frivillige arbejde som er blevet lagt i dens tilblivelse. Jeg tror, vi bliver glade for den. I hvert fald er det dejligt at have en bog som ligenu samler alle de sange og salmer som vi bruger. Og flere til.
Til præsentationen af salmebogen sang vi en sang, som endnu ikke har sluppet mig. Den er ny og den er relevant. Den handler om Jesus, men Jesus i verden. Der hvor han hører til! Den sætter nogle utrolige ord og billeder på Jesus' nærvær:
Søger du mod fjerne havne
efter guld og røgelse,
vil du se, på tusind favne,
noget, som et spøgelse.
Som et lys, der lydløst følger
skibets farefulde færd,
kommer det på nattens bølger
undertiden ganske nær.
Når de store have stiger,
og din nabos skib går ned,
og I danser, mens de skriger,
følger skyggelyset med.
Der er huller i dets hænder,
i dets hjerte dybe sår.
Det er hul i ho’det, venner,
at I ingenting forstår.
Kan det lys vel være andet
end min spøgefulde ånd.
Hvem sku’ ellers gå på vandet
med en udstrakt hjælpehånd.
Selv på dødens oceaner
færdes jeg på sikker grund,
jeg kan danse på vulkaner,
jeg er nær i hver en stund.
Jeg er nær, når livet lykkes
i de kæres sammenkomst.
Jeg er nær, når kisten smykkes
med en ynglings yndlingsblomst.
Jeg er med i statistikken
over unge, hængte mænd.
I kloakken, på klinikken,
overalt går jeg igen.
Jeg er med jer alle dage,
alle mørke nætter med.
Jeg er mægtig, i de svage,
til at rive mure ned.
Det er mig, der kalder sammen
til det store gæstebud.
Det er mig, der tænder flammen,
når et oprør bryder ud.
Jeg er sjælen i kritikken
af et destruktivt system.
Jeg er inde i musikken;
jeg ta’r fat på dit problem.
Det er mig, der protesterer,
når de mindste mangler brød.
Skønt jeg ikke eksisterer,
må du tro mig for min død.
Jeg går gennem låste døre
uden larm og låsesmed.
Jeg har tusind ting at gøre,
tusindfryd at frådse med.
Det er altid mig, der er den,
når I leger syndebuk.
Jeg går ind for dig og verden;
jeg gør dig og verden smuk.
Jeg er med i dine tanker,
når de flyver i det blå.
Jeg er med på korsets planker,
det må alle lide på.
Jeg er med i alles smerter,
jeg er kroppens sjette sans.
Lad mig bo i jeres hjerter;
tag mig med i jeres dans.
Jeg kan danse på vulkaner,
jeg kan kysse med din mund.
Under dødens oceaner
har jeg rod på sikker grund.
Når den store stormflod stiger,
og selv Noas Ark går ned,
skal I bygge høje diger
af min dybe kærlighed.
Kommer du fra fjerne lande
tung af guld og røgelse,
vil du se, på nære vande,
mig – og intet spøgelse.
I min favn er tusind favne.
Evigt liv er i min ånd.
I mit navn er alle navne.
Dumme-Peter, tag min hånd!
Hans Anker Jørgensen.
Memory of Eden
I believe we all have a memory of Eden. A touch of Paradise in side. A recollection of how it was meant to be. And it is this memory, this knowledge that makes us react to injustices and meaninglessness. That is why we cry out "why?!" with pain, sorrow and grief. It is because we know we are meant for eternity that we are angered, filled with sorrow and un-knowing when a life is taken - too soon.
I believe we were made for eternity. You and I are meant to live forever. Our lives are not meant to be short, our being was not created as a short interlude. I believe we are made for relationships and love - the everlasting kind. I believe that God is love, and I believe that we are made in his image. And since we are made in his image, we too have the longing for eternity.
And I believe, that as we cry out with pain and grief, so does God. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (Matt. 26-28) Because this was not how he intended it to be. I believe that he wants to restore us to eternity. I believe that life eternal is ours to have. And I believe the offer is for all!
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