Reprise 1.0

Those few days in the aftermath got me searching and weighing. That afternoon with Tim was insightful in the fact that there was a definite installation of action in the direction. Networking never felt so right. Some of the gnawing questions of christian dichotomy were answered, in part with the conversation with Saz the night before and then the conclusive drive back to JRophe. Kings and priests we are called to be from the genesis of creation fell prey to the bubs of new living beings learning to trust God completely with their daily milk. God has called us to rule the earth and watch over it - the theology of stewardship. Yet, learning to trust God could span passive aggressive to aggressive active. The latter is where I am right now. Striving, knowing the power has been infused in me. Running, knowing that the wisdom of God is residing in my heart in the form of the Holy Spirit. Surrendering is an easy part of the journey. At least, in my case, getting outside of the skin to make things happen in the mark of practicing good stewardship in the light of His provision sometimes scares me to death.

Later in the week, my Uncle's entire family arrived on Melburnian shores, bringing with them all the indiosyncrysies of synthetic postmarked asian culture from that little red dot on the equator. The first night out with them was quite a culture shift - back to the days when we had long family dinner gatherings at the corner of the coffee shop reserved for our clan; questions of marriage, national identity, future bliss and filial piety. Mostly we had a laugh with a Heineken in our hands. In the past day, a sense of warm love and kinship arrived between us. We met for lunch, shopping at DFO, checking out prices at Kitchen World, esprit and more kitchen world and an introductory short course on the different types of coffee in Melbourne and what went into it. They loved the cap mostly for its choc shavings. Aunt & Unc decided to pay for every part of my spending starting from lunch, everything from the kitchen mortar to the business shirts. For the one nephew they haven't seen in 2 years. I realised at that point that I was with my kin, my blood, my extended family, bringing the aroma of home to this cold winter day.

Revelation of the most High is the utmost. He revealed the truth to the relevant people and now I have my reprieve. So now I can rest my spirit and soul and do the things that I need to do.

"at the feet of the holy"
j.t.