Lately I've been looking out for some new tunes and made a couple of discoveries. A lot of the time, with chillout music or listening techno or whatever, some tracks are good and some you could never use in a million years. Which means that you can't just stick an album on and leave it running without something annoying happening after a while. But I've recently discovered two artists who do such good stuff that you can use most of what they produce. Ulrich Schnauss and Bluetech both do some wonderfully blissful electronic listening music that kind of burbles along in the background in a very inoffensive but nice way. I really really like their stuff! You can have a listen to stuff from both of them on the itunes site, and Ulrich Schnauss also has some free downloads on his own site. Cool tunes!
Sue.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Create Your Own Desert!
This is a prayer idea that I came up with the other week for the beginning of Lent. I quite liked it, so I'm sharing it with you.
You will need:
Some sandpaper (we cut up big sheets into 6 pieces that you could write on the back of and roll up)
You may also need some stickers to stick onto the back of the sand paper (or paper and pritt) if there is lots
of writing on that side, so that you have space to write your own stuff.
Small rubber bands (we didn't discover this till afterwards) . We tried taping them together but then they come undone...
oops! (which just proves that testing creative prayer ideas first is always a good idea)
These are the instructions we put on the slide.
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Lent, like new year, is a time when we can make resolutions.
We can use it as a chance to get closer to God. Like Jesus
did when he was in the desert.
If you wish, think of something you might like to do this Lent.
Spending more time with God?
Taking up some new practice? Doing something to help someone else?
Taking “time-out” from something you feel is getting in the way?
Then write your resolution or resolutions on the back of the sandpaper.
Roll the paper into a tube, and fasten with a rubber-band to make a kind of sculpture.
Put your initials somewhere on the outside so you can recognise yours later.
Then place near the communion table as a sign that you are offering that thing to God.
At the end of the service you can collect your desert sculpture and take it home
to place somewhere as a reminder to yourself of your resolutions.
You will need:
Some sandpaper (we cut up big sheets into 6 pieces that you could write on the back of and roll up)
You may also need some stickers to stick onto the back of the sand paper (or paper and pritt) if there is lots
of writing on that side, so that you have space to write your own stuff.
Small rubber bands (we didn't discover this till afterwards) . We tried taping them together but then they come undone...
oops! (which just proves that testing creative prayer ideas first is always a good idea)
These are the instructions we put on the slide.
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Lent, like new year, is a time when we can make resolutions.
We can use it as a chance to get closer to God. Like Jesus
did when he was in the desert.
If you wish, think of something you might like to do this Lent.
Spending more time with God?
Taking up some new practice? Doing something to help someone else?
Taking “time-out” from something you feel is getting in the way?
Then write your resolution or resolutions on the back of the sandpaper.
Roll the paper into a tube, and fasten with a rubber-band to make a kind of sculpture.
Put your initials somewhere on the outside so you can recognise yours later.
Then place near the communion table as a sign that you are offering that thing to God.
At the end of the service you can collect your desert sculpture and take it home
to place somewhere as a reminder to yourself of your resolutions.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Completely brilliant projector stand idea!
I discovered a new idea that I really like the other day. We were doing the Visuals for the XL and XS youth events in York minster when I was after a stand to put our video projector on. All ours were in use in other places in the building. Anyway, Phil then offered me his stands. They are completely brilliant!
Basically he has taken his old Bose speaker Stands, which are about 2 metres high, and cut two pieces of chipboard with bolts in to bolt onto the top of the stand to make a solid shelf. What he has ended up with is a really high stand, which is tall enough to be well out of the way of anyone's head, which is incredibly easy to transport as it folds up like an umbrella. What a completely brilliant idea (I want one! I really really want one!)
Sue.
Basically he has taken his old Bose speaker Stands, which are about 2 metres high, and cut two pieces of chipboard with bolts in to bolt onto the top of the stand to make a solid shelf. What he has ended up with is a really high stand, which is tall enough to be well out of the way of anyone's head, which is incredibly easy to transport as it folds up like an umbrella. What a completely brilliant idea (I want one! I really really want one!)
Sue.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Simeon's Story.
This is adapted from a piece called "waiting" which appeared in Multi-Sensory Church. In the "waiting" piece I compared Simeon's wait to Daniel's wait, but it was a bit shorter than this. Since going to Jerusalem, and seeing reconstructions of what the temple looked like, and visiting the mount myself I felt more able to fill in the details that had been missing in the earlier work. So here follows Simeon's story, based on Luke 2:22-40 with a bit more descriptive detail than in the past!
Simeon's Story.
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I've waited. I can't tell you exactly how long. The days ran into months and the months ran into years. And as for the years, well, there were many of them. I have seen many a winter turn into a spring, and a spring turn into a baking summer. And yet I still wait.
Waiting is hard.
Waiting for something when you don't even know when its coming is even harder. And waiting for a promise that some people think is ridiculous; when people stare at you strangely when you mention it, or laugh in your face, is the hardest thing of all. Yet still I wait, and hold onto the promise that I was given.
Shall I tell you my story? It all began such a long time ago. My name is Simeon, and one night, when I was young, something incredible happened, somehow, in a way I cannot really explain, God touched me. It was like suddenly having the lights switched on in your life, after an eternity of groping around in the darkness. It was like the coming of the dawn. It was like suddenly falling in love. It was like...well it was like a thousand birthdays rolled into one. But that night God gave me a promise.
The promise was that I would not die before I saw the Messiah, the Christ himself, in the flesh. Which meant, of course, that it must be soon. That our liberation was coming soon. For how long could I live for?
Ten, twenty, thirty years? Fourty? Fifty? Not many of us got much further than that. But I was young. I couldn't imagine what it would like to even be twenty-five. And I was full of the excitement of a promise newly-given. Each morning after that I awoke and sprang out of bed full of excitement, wondering if this was the day;
But since then it has been hard. I soon gave up springing out of bed, as each evening came, filled with disappointment and impatience. Now I have lived a whole lifetime longing to see the promise come true. I had my fiftieth brithday an age ago. Practically half a lifetime. All my friends have gone, and I am alone in my waiting. Sometimes wondering if I must have dreamed it but knowing, deep down inside, that I must continue my search, continue my waiting. When I climb up the many stairs, with my knees shouting and complaining, to the temple I scan every face, to look for the One I long to see, but somehow I know they won't be there. For over time I have realised, after a lot of thinking and crying and screaming with impatience, that I will probably know where to look before I even turn my head.
And so we come to this morning. Today I have an inexplicable longing to visit the temple. It's almost like an invisible string is pulling me. And I do wonder if today really is the day, I am getting so old now that I cannot really imagine going on much longer. Soon I won't be able to make it up the stairs at all. They will have to carry me there! I throw on my coat, perhaps over-hastily for my age, and make the journey across the city and up the hill to the temple courts.
I arrive at the temple. Vast, colonnades and open space, column and columns and far too many stairs. I see hustle and bustle, shouting, singing, and excitement. Yet I feel compelled to go up a different staircase to my usual one. And in the fresh morning air and dappled sunshine the queues are already long for the sacrifices, couples queing in the cold morning shadows.
There are many young boys being dedicated to God today. But then as I glance at a couple standing at the front of the line with a young baby, something happens to me. I cannot stop staring at them, and I feel almost as if, at that moment, time has stopped. The rest of the world almost doesn't exist. I move over to them, as fast as my old legs can carry me, more like a hobble than a run, and I ask if I can hold the child in my arms. His mother is so young, but she smiles at me proudly and gives me her baby. I pull the blankets away from his face and stare down. And I know. Deep down, in the core of my being. I know that this IS the Christ, and my wait is over.
I hold the child, and he gurgles and dribbles on my clothes helplessly. Yet in that gesture I sense some incredible mystery. Something like the power of God is in him, but he is helpless because he chooses to be. I lift him high into the air, throw back my head and laugh, and in my laughter a prayer comes out.
"Now you can let me, your servant, go home in peace,
Just like you promised me so long ago.
For my very own eyes have seen your marvellous scheme.
Salvation itself,
Held in the tiny fingers of a baby's hand.
The plans you have made in public
For the whole world to see.
A light that will shine
Before the strangers in far off lands.
And give fame and honour to your people,
Your precious nation of Israel."
I see his mother's eyes grow wide with wonder and her husband smile proudly and hold her close. And, as I give the baby back, I turn and bless them, but warn the mother that she has heartbreak ahead. For that child will strip away the secrecy from many people's hearts and they will not like being exposed. A day will come when she will feel stabbed to the heart. And I wish it were not so, but some things just have to happen.
Finally I say my goodbyes and sit and simply watch the world go by.
But one particular part of the world. I watch the young couple give the offerings to the priest. I watch the propetess Anna, singing praises to God over them, as if they were prophets or kings and I simly smile.Then I watch them walk away from the temple, disappearing through the archway, I watch them until they are small dots down at the bottom of the staircase, and as they disappear and merge with the crowds below, I know that I can finally rest. The Christ has come. The Christ has merged with us, become part of our crowds, and now I can let go, knowing the promise has come true, and all the other promises will soon come true as well.
Simeon's Story.
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I've waited. I can't tell you exactly how long. The days ran into months and the months ran into years. And as for the years, well, there were many of them. I have seen many a winter turn into a spring, and a spring turn into a baking summer. And yet I still wait.
Waiting is hard.
Waiting for something when you don't even know when its coming is even harder. And waiting for a promise that some people think is ridiculous; when people stare at you strangely when you mention it, or laugh in your face, is the hardest thing of all. Yet still I wait, and hold onto the promise that I was given.
Shall I tell you my story? It all began such a long time ago. My name is Simeon, and one night, when I was young, something incredible happened, somehow, in a way I cannot really explain, God touched me. It was like suddenly having the lights switched on in your life, after an eternity of groping around in the darkness. It was like the coming of the dawn. It was like suddenly falling in love. It was like...well it was like a thousand birthdays rolled into one. But that night God gave me a promise.
The promise was that I would not die before I saw the Messiah, the Christ himself, in the flesh. Which meant, of course, that it must be soon. That our liberation was coming soon. For how long could I live for?
Ten, twenty, thirty years? Fourty? Fifty? Not many of us got much further than that. But I was young. I couldn't imagine what it would like to even be twenty-five. And I was full of the excitement of a promise newly-given. Each morning after that I awoke and sprang out of bed full of excitement, wondering if this was the day;
But since then it has been hard. I soon gave up springing out of bed, as each evening came, filled with disappointment and impatience. Now I have lived a whole lifetime longing to see the promise come true. I had my fiftieth brithday an age ago. Practically half a lifetime. All my friends have gone, and I am alone in my waiting. Sometimes wondering if I must have dreamed it but knowing, deep down inside, that I must continue my search, continue my waiting. When I climb up the many stairs, with my knees shouting and complaining, to the temple I scan every face, to look for the One I long to see, but somehow I know they won't be there. For over time I have realised, after a lot of thinking and crying and screaming with impatience, that I will probably know where to look before I even turn my head.
And so we come to this morning. Today I have an inexplicable longing to visit the temple. It's almost like an invisible string is pulling me. And I do wonder if today really is the day, I am getting so old now that I cannot really imagine going on much longer. Soon I won't be able to make it up the stairs at all. They will have to carry me there! I throw on my coat, perhaps over-hastily for my age, and make the journey across the city and up the hill to the temple courts.
I arrive at the temple. Vast, colonnades and open space, column and columns and far too many stairs. I see hustle and bustle, shouting, singing, and excitement. Yet I feel compelled to go up a different staircase to my usual one. And in the fresh morning air and dappled sunshine the queues are already long for the sacrifices, couples queing in the cold morning shadows.
There are many young boys being dedicated to God today. But then as I glance at a couple standing at the front of the line with a young baby, something happens to me. I cannot stop staring at them, and I feel almost as if, at that moment, time has stopped. The rest of the world almost doesn't exist. I move over to them, as fast as my old legs can carry me, more like a hobble than a run, and I ask if I can hold the child in my arms. His mother is so young, but she smiles at me proudly and gives me her baby. I pull the blankets away from his face and stare down. And I know. Deep down, in the core of my being. I know that this IS the Christ, and my wait is over.
I hold the child, and he gurgles and dribbles on my clothes helplessly. Yet in that gesture I sense some incredible mystery. Something like the power of God is in him, but he is helpless because he chooses to be. I lift him high into the air, throw back my head and laugh, and in my laughter a prayer comes out.
"Now you can let me, your servant, go home in peace,
Just like you promised me so long ago.
For my very own eyes have seen your marvellous scheme.
Salvation itself,
Held in the tiny fingers of a baby's hand.
The plans you have made in public
For the whole world to see.
A light that will shine
Before the strangers in far off lands.
And give fame and honour to your people,
Your precious nation of Israel."
I see his mother's eyes grow wide with wonder and her husband smile proudly and hold her close. And, as I give the baby back, I turn and bless them, but warn the mother that she has heartbreak ahead. For that child will strip away the secrecy from many people's hearts and they will not like being exposed. A day will come when she will feel stabbed to the heart. And I wish it were not so, but some things just have to happen.
Finally I say my goodbyes and sit and simply watch the world go by.
But one particular part of the world. I watch the young couple give the offerings to the priest. I watch the propetess Anna, singing praises to God over them, as if they were prophets or kings and I simly smile.Then I watch them walk away from the temple, disappearing through the archway, I watch them until they are small dots down at the bottom of the staircase, and as they disappear and merge with the crowds below, I know that I can finally rest. The Christ has come. The Christ has merged with us, become part of our crowds, and now I can let go, knowing the promise has come true, and all the other promises will soon come true as well.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Epiphany - The Story of a King.
We used this story at our intimate Christmas Eve Communion....enjoy!
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Now imagine. Imagine that you are a traveller. You have come a very long way. All the way from Africa, carrying a small quantity of precious, fragrant burning resin. You have ridden for hundreds of miles on horseback till your thighs are aching and sore, you have travelled on foot too, till your back aches and your feet throb. Sometimes the territory was a little too forbidding or a little too steep to stay mounted. You are now in a strange country, and here it is night, and the nights are cold.
For as you began to climb higher into the hills, the temperature began to drop. It feels like you are on the roof of the world here and although it is pleasantly hot at noon, at night it is much colder than you have ever known it. There is frost on the ground. You have heard tales of this white powder that covers the sand where the dew has dropped, but noone has ever told you what it felt like before.
-how it bites at your fingers,
- how the cold wind cuts into your face.
- how your knees ache with the cold in the middle of the night with only a flimsy tent to protect you.
You wrap your thick, woolen travelling cloak tighter around you and you look for the place you are searching for. You feel scared and lost. Very lost. Although you have travelling companions and a servant nearby, you know how vulnerable you are in a strange place, with different customs, and this place is under military rule. Armies have been marching past you at regular intervals on the journey.
You hear jeers and shouts from cohorts of passing troops at times, and
the fear is always at the back of you and your companions minds. What if they turned on us? We could never fight against them, there are too many of them. But so far, they never have turned on you. Their commanding officers reigned them in, and told them to march faster. They disappeared over the horizon, the soles of their boots drumming rhythmically into the road.
The fear stayed, deep-down though. And the despair too and the tiny voice inside telling you that you must be crazy for leaving everything you know behind you, just to search.
Because you *are* searching - looking for a new born king. Looking for some answers in life too.
Yet the obvious place to look for a king is in a palace .
But the only palace near this place had no children crying in it. It contained only a bad tempered ruler, who you were afraid would
murder you on the spot, and a few local priests of the ancient and complex religion they follow in these parts. These holy-men directed you six miles to the South. But you aren’t really sure who you can trust. The king who asks you to report back to him with the cold-steel of a threat in his voice, or the priests who consult their ancient scriptures and give the name of a tiny hamlet miles away from anywhere important.
Your confusion mounts... and the black pit of fear in your stomach.
Was this long journey all for nothing?
And now you reach the village. Someone has scrawled the name of the place on a wooden post near a watering trough. The place is riddled with caves, like a giant anthill. And you begin to wonder where on earth you should be looking next. But then you gaze into the sky, and as you gaze the starlight seems to crystallize through the freezing air, pointing the way to one cave in particular, with an old family home leaning crookedly against it, like the cave has become the spare room or the granny flat for the unwanted guests and the pet goat.
It is about as far removed from a palace as you could wish. Deeply deeply ordinary. Yet something inside you makes you want to look further. You lift the latch. And smell, not goat dung, but something animal all the same, a cow, and the remains of whatever the cow had for breakfast. The ripe smell makes you cover your face at first.
But then you look around. And see a scrubbed corner. And in the scrubbed corner a woman is lying on a pile of staw. She is pale, as if she has been bleeding. She looks as if she has recently been through a great ordeal. And then you see the man. He is much older than her, and he is busy propping the woman up with piles of straw and trying to persuade her to drink some wine from a goatskin he is holding.
You hail him in your native tongue. He looks puzzled. You remember just how far you are from home so you try again, this time in the rough traders Greek you have picked up over the years. This time he replies, falteringly, trying to find some words. “Hail stranger, come in.”
You ask. “I have come from far away. I am looking for a baby king.”
He points to a feeding trough, which puzzles you at first. Perhaps he is offering food for the horses. Then you peer inside and you are shocked.
A baby. He is lying, newborn by the looks of him, too purple and wrinked to be any older than a few hours, tiny and fragile, wrapped in bands of cloth that are wound around and around, as the Egyptians do with their princes before they bury them. You stare straight into the baby’s eyes, and the baby seems to stare at you, in an unfocused kind of way. You move closer, so you can see each other more clearly. You feel moved to talk to this child. What do you say? ........................................................
Then the baby seems to want to communicate back. Not in speech, for he has no speech as yet, but in the way that he looks, his position. His eyes bore a message into your soul.
What does he seem to be saying to you...........
And now you feel compelled to give the child a gift. You have brought frankinsence from your home country for him, but you also want to give him something else. What gift do you want to give him now, a personal gift between you and him that noone else can see.................
Your companions come in too. They also pay their respects and give their gifts, and then you leave, after a brief conversation, filled with the halting phrases provided by the language barrier and both your lack of vocab. You are aware that something tremendously important has passed, but you are also aware that it will take time to process this. You sit and think for a while, about what this can all mean, about the next step.....
And then you hear singing, strange, ghostly music, that seems to come from the clouds and the frosty air itself. It sounds like the cross between a song of joy and a lullaby.
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Now imagine. Imagine that you are a traveller. You have come a very long way. All the way from Africa, carrying a small quantity of precious, fragrant burning resin. You have ridden for hundreds of miles on horseback till your thighs are aching and sore, you have travelled on foot too, till your back aches and your feet throb. Sometimes the territory was a little too forbidding or a little too steep to stay mounted. You are now in a strange country, and here it is night, and the nights are cold.
For as you began to climb higher into the hills, the temperature began to drop. It feels like you are on the roof of the world here and although it is pleasantly hot at noon, at night it is much colder than you have ever known it. There is frost on the ground. You have heard tales of this white powder that covers the sand where the dew has dropped, but noone has ever told you what it felt like before.
-how it bites at your fingers,
- how the cold wind cuts into your face.
- how your knees ache with the cold in the middle of the night with only a flimsy tent to protect you.
You wrap your thick, woolen travelling cloak tighter around you and you look for the place you are searching for. You feel scared and lost. Very lost. Although you have travelling companions and a servant nearby, you know how vulnerable you are in a strange place, with different customs, and this place is under military rule. Armies have been marching past you at regular intervals on the journey.
You hear jeers and shouts from cohorts of passing troops at times, and
the fear is always at the back of you and your companions minds. What if they turned on us? We could never fight against them, there are too many of them. But so far, they never have turned on you. Their commanding officers reigned them in, and told them to march faster. They disappeared over the horizon, the soles of their boots drumming rhythmically into the road.
The fear stayed, deep-down though. And the despair too and the tiny voice inside telling you that you must be crazy for leaving everything you know behind you, just to search.
Because you *are* searching - looking for a new born king. Looking for some answers in life too.
Yet the obvious place to look for a king is in a palace .
But the only palace near this place had no children crying in it. It contained only a bad tempered ruler, who you were afraid would
murder you on the spot, and a few local priests of the ancient and complex religion they follow in these parts. These holy-men directed you six miles to the South. But you aren’t really sure who you can trust. The king who asks you to report back to him with the cold-steel of a threat in his voice, or the priests who consult their ancient scriptures and give the name of a tiny hamlet miles away from anywhere important.
Your confusion mounts... and the black pit of fear in your stomach.
Was this long journey all for nothing?
And now you reach the village. Someone has scrawled the name of the place on a wooden post near a watering trough. The place is riddled with caves, like a giant anthill. And you begin to wonder where on earth you should be looking next. But then you gaze into the sky, and as you gaze the starlight seems to crystallize through the freezing air, pointing the way to one cave in particular, with an old family home leaning crookedly against it, like the cave has become the spare room or the granny flat for the unwanted guests and the pet goat.
It is about as far removed from a palace as you could wish. Deeply deeply ordinary. Yet something inside you makes you want to look further. You lift the latch. And smell, not goat dung, but something animal all the same, a cow, and the remains of whatever the cow had for breakfast. The ripe smell makes you cover your face at first.
But then you look around. And see a scrubbed corner. And in the scrubbed corner a woman is lying on a pile of staw. She is pale, as if she has been bleeding. She looks as if she has recently been through a great ordeal. And then you see the man. He is much older than her, and he is busy propping the woman up with piles of straw and trying to persuade her to drink some wine from a goatskin he is holding.
You hail him in your native tongue. He looks puzzled. You remember just how far you are from home so you try again, this time in the rough traders Greek you have picked up over the years. This time he replies, falteringly, trying to find some words. “Hail stranger, come in.”
You ask. “I have come from far away. I am looking for a baby king.”
He points to a feeding trough, which puzzles you at first. Perhaps he is offering food for the horses. Then you peer inside and you are shocked.
A baby. He is lying, newborn by the looks of him, too purple and wrinked to be any older than a few hours, tiny and fragile, wrapped in bands of cloth that are wound around and around, as the Egyptians do with their princes before they bury them. You stare straight into the baby’s eyes, and the baby seems to stare at you, in an unfocused kind of way. You move closer, so you can see each other more clearly. You feel moved to talk to this child. What do you say? ........................................................
Then the baby seems to want to communicate back. Not in speech, for he has no speech as yet, but in the way that he looks, his position. His eyes bore a message into your soul.
What does he seem to be saying to you...........
And now you feel compelled to give the child a gift. You have brought frankinsence from your home country for him, but you also want to give him something else. What gift do you want to give him now, a personal gift between you and him that noone else can see.................
Your companions come in too. They also pay their respects and give their gifts, and then you leave, after a brief conversation, filled with the halting phrases provided by the language barrier and both your lack of vocab. You are aware that something tremendously important has passed, but you are also aware that it will take time to process this. You sit and think for a while, about what this can all mean, about the next step.....
And then you hear singing, strange, ghostly music, that seems to come from the clouds and the frosty air itself. It sounds like the cross between a song of joy and a lullaby.
Friday, December 09, 2005
carolcover
Five carols for Five pounds (well 5.40 by the time we've added postage and a nice bubblewrap envelope)
but then actually you get ten tracks as we added the backing tracks too.
Our new carols CD arrived this morning. I'm really pleased with it. And all proceeds from sales go to sending our students to Palestine. As you might guess they are not your standard carols backings. Bethlehem has gone a bit trip hop/two-step/mellow trance. (but the angels seem to like it!)
Check out some of the tracks on my soundclick site or order them from the
Visions Shop
but then actually you get ten tracks as we added the backing tracks too.
Our new carols CD arrived this morning. I'm really pleased with it. And all proceeds from sales go to sending our students to Palestine. As you might guess they are not your standard carols backings. Bethlehem has gone a bit trip hop/two-step/mellow trance. (but the angels seem to like it!)
Check out some of the tracks on my soundclick site or order them from the
Visions Shop
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Our New CD rom
Excitement! We now have a Visions CDrom with 50 video loops on it. Yes 50, saved as Quicktime files which is how we've squished so many on so little a disc.(but you can change the format if you wish to any other format that is more convient for you). There are confession loops, absolution loops, stuff to play during communion, Christmas images and Pentecost and Trinity ones. Price is 12 pounds including postage or 13.50 if you are not in the UK. Money raised will go towards our fundraising for our trip to Palestine over Christmas so that people on low incomes don't miss out. Please tell your friends/neighbours/church contacts. And even if you don't know what to do with it, it will make a lovely colourful coaster to stick your coffee on!
You can order it from video or shop pages of the Visions website http://www.visions-york.org
You can order it from video or shop pages of the Visions website http://www.visions-york.org
Friday, September 02, 2005
An A to Z of Alternative Worship
An A to Z of alternative worship.
I've been playing with the idea of an A to Z of alternative worship, to help describe what its all about.
I think this one sums it up fairly well.
A = ambience
Ambience is important. Making the worship space warm and welcoming.
Ambient music can be pretty helpful in that task too, as can gentle lighting,
(tealights almost ended up being the T here) and rugs. Which leads me to
B = Beanbags.
Or even sofas. People shouldn’t have to sit on uncomfortable chairs or even more uncomfortable pews.
C = community
Church isn’t about being an island. It is about community, and teamwork. Batting ideas around with other people, praying with them, and crying on each others shoulders when life gets tough.
D = dreaming
Its important to dream crazy dreams about the way things could be. And then work out how to make those dreams possible. Its how we imagine a better world. Or in Christian terms how we “seek the Kingdom”
E = experiential
Worship should be an “experience” . The most wonderful experience ever. Well at least that’s what we’re aiming for.
F = friendly
The worship space needs to be a friendly, safe space. For everyone. Which means being sensitive to the hurting, and not a platform for people’s prejudices. Jesus made a habit of being welcoming to those everyone else wanted to ignore.
G = graceful
There is something wonderful about a worship service which has “flow”. Where
your prayers sprout wings and go somewhere wonderful, in contast to a “strained’ worship service which is desperately trying to be “trendy” in a shallow way and bumps around with no space for prayer. (I’ve done those ones too, but not intentionally!)
H = honest
Honesty in worship is important. Its OK to ask questions. Its OK to bring our doubts, fears, angst and anger to God in prayer.
I = images
A picture speaks a thousand words they say. The Word was made flesh and was visible. Sometimes talking in pictures can be the best thing we can do.
J = junk
There is something amazing about taking bits of junk and turning them into
something beautiful for God.
K = kleptomania
Alternative worship “steals” all the time. Borrowing concepts and ideas, songs and visual ideas from the world outside, but then baptising and subverting those ideas.
Then we can never see them in quite the same way again.
L = labyrinths
The prayer-journey or labyrinth is a very meaningful thing. The idea of pilgrimage, and of time and space spent actvely trying to follow in Christ’s footsteps. Its somethign we have found really helpful.
M = multi-sensory
Good alterntive worship involves all the senses, not just sound, but touch, taste and smell too.
N = nameless
In a way this is linked to community. It is also linked to a concept we talk about but don’t always do.ie. “Glory to God”. When we plan as a community, and make a joint act of worship, there shouldn’t be one “big-name” that gets the credit, just the Eternal Name.
O = Orthodox
The environment might look different, the music might be more electronic, but
the theology is Orthodox. We believe what Christians throughout the ages have believed. “In One God, Father Son and Spirit.” In everyhtign the ancient creeds said. We pray, we worship we listen to God speaking to us, through the bible, through each other, through the “still small voice” in our hearts.
P = play
Alternative worship tries not to get *too* serious. We follow a man who said “ Unless you become like little children, you’ll never get into the Kingdom of Heaven”. Its Ok to play sometimes!
Q = quality
We aim to try as best as we can to create something of quality, of value. It isn’t always possible to be perfect, but we don’t want to create something slipshod and messy either. (well, not unless we’re working with clay...which is very messy!)
R = ritual
Sometimes the thing that speaks loudest is an action. A prayerful action the most classic of which s lighting a candle, but there are many more.
S = Sacramental
Outward signs of the inward hug that God is giving us, are immensely powerful.
Not just the “official” ones, involving bread and wine, or oil or water. But the unofficial ones too. Such as the sacrament of the smile.
T = technological
We tend to use whatever resources we have to hand to give to God, including technology. Yes, you’ll often find a lot of it in alternative worship, but if that’s all you find then there’s something wrong.
U = under construction
We don’t feel we have all the answers to the perfect worship service. Everything is temporary, is under construction. One day it’l all be perfect but we’ll have to wait for that one.
V = video
St Francis said “preach the gospel at all times” if necessary, use words. Video is one of the ways of not having to use words. If a picture paints a thousand words and there are 25 frames every second then that is 1500,000 words every minute. Powerful stuff!
W = wondering
There should always be space for watching and wondering. What if? How? Why? Who? Its at those times that God speaks to us and inspires us.
X = x ray-ing
Sometimes, as with X rays. Its good to dig beneath the surface. Alternative worship seems pretty good at this. Looking at a well known bible passage and digging beneath it to see things that we had never spotted before. That fringe character there. What was the effect of all this on them? That person there. How did they *really* feel?
Y = yearning
Yearning restlessness will always be there. We have so much, and yet we are still pilgrims. We have not yet made it to the Promised Land. The yearning helps spur us on, further on the road.
Z = zest
That zest for life,that spice, that playfullnes, that fun, is still there, in alternative worship. And over the last ten years, I’ve seen that spice spread to bring a little zest and creativity to more traditional forms of worship too. Long may it last!
I've been playing with the idea of an A to Z of alternative worship, to help describe what its all about.
I think this one sums it up fairly well.
A = ambience
Ambience is important. Making the worship space warm and welcoming.
Ambient music can be pretty helpful in that task too, as can gentle lighting,
(tealights almost ended up being the T here) and rugs. Which leads me to
B = Beanbags.
Or even sofas. People shouldn’t have to sit on uncomfortable chairs or even more uncomfortable pews.
C = community
Church isn’t about being an island. It is about community, and teamwork. Batting ideas around with other people, praying with them, and crying on each others shoulders when life gets tough.
D = dreaming
Its important to dream crazy dreams about the way things could be. And then work out how to make those dreams possible. Its how we imagine a better world. Or in Christian terms how we “seek the Kingdom”
E = experiential
Worship should be an “experience” . The most wonderful experience ever. Well at least that’s what we’re aiming for.
F = friendly
The worship space needs to be a friendly, safe space. For everyone. Which means being sensitive to the hurting, and not a platform for people’s prejudices. Jesus made a habit of being welcoming to those everyone else wanted to ignore.
G = graceful
There is something wonderful about a worship service which has “flow”. Where
your prayers sprout wings and go somewhere wonderful, in contast to a “strained’ worship service which is desperately trying to be “trendy” in a shallow way and bumps around with no space for prayer. (I’ve done those ones too, but not intentionally!)
H = honest
Honesty in worship is important. Its OK to ask questions. Its OK to bring our doubts, fears, angst and anger to God in prayer.
I = images
A picture speaks a thousand words they say. The Word was made flesh and was visible. Sometimes talking in pictures can be the best thing we can do.
J = junk
There is something amazing about taking bits of junk and turning them into
something beautiful for God.
K = kleptomania
Alternative worship “steals” all the time. Borrowing concepts and ideas, songs and visual ideas from the world outside, but then baptising and subverting those ideas.
Then we can never see them in quite the same way again.
L = labyrinths
The prayer-journey or labyrinth is a very meaningful thing. The idea of pilgrimage, and of time and space spent actvely trying to follow in Christ’s footsteps. Its somethign we have found really helpful.
M = multi-sensory
Good alterntive worship involves all the senses, not just sound, but touch, taste and smell too.
N = nameless
In a way this is linked to community. It is also linked to a concept we talk about but don’t always do.ie. “Glory to God”. When we plan as a community, and make a joint act of worship, there shouldn’t be one “big-name” that gets the credit, just the Eternal Name.
O = Orthodox
The environment might look different, the music might be more electronic, but
the theology is Orthodox. We believe what Christians throughout the ages have believed. “In One God, Father Son and Spirit.” In everyhtign the ancient creeds said. We pray, we worship we listen to God speaking to us, through the bible, through each other, through the “still small voice” in our hearts.
P = play
Alternative worship tries not to get *too* serious. We follow a man who said “ Unless you become like little children, you’ll never get into the Kingdom of Heaven”. Its Ok to play sometimes!
Q = quality
We aim to try as best as we can to create something of quality, of value. It isn’t always possible to be perfect, but we don’t want to create something slipshod and messy either. (well, not unless we’re working with clay...which is very messy!)
R = ritual
Sometimes the thing that speaks loudest is an action. A prayerful action the most classic of which s lighting a candle, but there are many more.
S = Sacramental
Outward signs of the inward hug that God is giving us, are immensely powerful.
Not just the “official” ones, involving bread and wine, or oil or water. But the unofficial ones too. Such as the sacrament of the smile.
T = technological
We tend to use whatever resources we have to hand to give to God, including technology. Yes, you’ll often find a lot of it in alternative worship, but if that’s all you find then there’s something wrong.
U = under construction
We don’t feel we have all the answers to the perfect worship service. Everything is temporary, is under construction. One day it’l all be perfect but we’ll have to wait for that one.
V = video
St Francis said “preach the gospel at all times” if necessary, use words. Video is one of the ways of not having to use words. If a picture paints a thousand words and there are 25 frames every second then that is 1500,000 words every minute. Powerful stuff!
W = wondering
There should always be space for watching and wondering. What if? How? Why? Who? Its at those times that God speaks to us and inspires us.
X = x ray-ing
Sometimes, as with X rays. Its good to dig beneath the surface. Alternative worship seems pretty good at this. Looking at a well known bible passage and digging beneath it to see things that we had never spotted before. That fringe character there. What was the effect of all this on them? That person there. How did they *really* feel?
Y = yearning
Yearning restlessness will always be there. We have so much, and yet we are still pilgrims. We have not yet made it to the Promised Land. The yearning helps spur us on, further on the road.
Z = zest
That zest for life,that spice, that playfullnes, that fun, is still there, in alternative worship. And over the last ten years, I’ve seen that spice spread to bring a little zest and creativity to more traditional forms of worship too. Long may it last!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
small ideas are the best!
This weekend I had what I think is probably one of my best brainwaves ever! Its not big, or expensive (or even technological!)
but sometimes small ideas are the best. I've just come back from Greenbelt where we were doing two services. Now we never
have any shortage of helpers at Greenbelt, but not all of them are experienced at helping, and as the environment is different
jobs are different to our home church. In the past I have ended up feeling a little stressed during set-up because everyone descends on me, asking what to do and before I have a chance to explain one job, someone else interrupts with a request for another.
It turns out the solution is very simple. Just write simple instuctions for all the jobs needed for a particular service/meeting/whatever on a piece of paper. Cut it up into strips so there is one job per strip. Then just place somewhere central and let people pick the jobs they want to do. When they're finished they can scrumple the paper up and pick another.
Much easier (and it really reduces stress levels when preparing for important events!)
but sometimes small ideas are the best. I've just come back from Greenbelt where we were doing two services. Now we never
have any shortage of helpers at Greenbelt, but not all of them are experienced at helping, and as the environment is different
jobs are different to our home church. In the past I have ended up feeling a little stressed during set-up because everyone descends on me, asking what to do and before I have a chance to explain one job, someone else interrupts with a request for another.
It turns out the solution is very simple. Just write simple instuctions for all the jobs needed for a particular service/meeting/whatever on a piece of paper. Cut it up into strips so there is one job per strip. Then just place somewhere central and let people pick the jobs they want to do. When they're finished they can scrumple the paper up and pick another.
Much easier (and it really reduces stress levels when preparing for important events!)
Saturday, August 13, 2005
ipod service gadget
I feel a bit like I've been very dense really! Last year I got myself an iPod mini thinking that I could use it to DJ off for services.
(well that's my justification for it anyway :-) I keep burning CDs with just one song on for a specific service, which is pretty wasteful really. I know I *could* use rewritable CDs but we've never had much luck with them as they can be very cranky). Anyway I've never been that happy sound-wise with the results of running a line from the headphone socket of the iPod. Well, one day I got around to investigating it properly on the web, and it turns out the solution is very simple. The pocket-dock lineout, is a tiny little gadget that gives a proper line out from the bottom iPod mini (or any other iPod for that matter). Problem solved!
(well that's my justification for it anyway :-) I keep burning CDs with just one song on for a specific service, which is pretty wasteful really. I know I *could* use rewritable CDs but we've never had much luck with them as they can be very cranky). Anyway I've never been that happy sound-wise with the results of running a line from the headphone socket of the iPod. Well, one day I got around to investigating it properly on the web, and it turns out the solution is very simple. The pocket-dock lineout, is a tiny little gadget that gives a proper line out from the bottom iPod mini (or any other iPod for that matter). Problem solved!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
GIMP
While I'm giving plugs to some good pieces of technology I thought it was about time I gave a plug to the GIMP.
(The Gnu Image Manipulation Program). Its a fantastic piece of software which works on Linux, Mac and (although
with less gadgets) PC too. You can wrap images around a globe, spin it, and save as an animated gif, manipulate layers and channels just as in photoshop, and do some very cool distortions. The best way to learn how to use it is just by
"playing" with it really. Oh, and best of all, its completely free! Check out the GIMP site
(The Gnu Image Manipulation Program). Its a fantastic piece of software which works on Linux, Mac and (although
with less gadgets) PC too. You can wrap images around a globe, spin it, and save as an animated gif, manipulate layers and channels just as in photoshop, and do some very cool distortions. The best way to learn how to use it is just by
"playing" with it really. Oh, and best of all, its completely free! Check out the GIMP site
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Heaven
Thought I'd post this here rather than on the Visions site, as it provoked some interesting discussions in the pub.
( I can hardly say Visions are all behind it) Although we discussed the concepts at the planning meeting, we had some interesting discussions post-service as to whether Heaven is a democracy or not (I stand by what I said, in context) and whether it is a nation-state or not. (I think it is, so there! Its a Kingdom, they are generally regarded as nation states). But then a little controversy to shake people out of the populist clouds and harps mentality is no bad thing I recon.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like a mustard seed. A tiny thing which when planted grows enormous. So big that people fly for miles to live there.
Voice 2 - Heaven is not like a nightclub with a restricted guestlist and room for only a few hundred packed in like sardines.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like yeast that a cook took and mixed with flour. It was so contagious that all the dough rose in less than an hour.
Voice 1 - Heaven is not like a really long church service with hard pews and your least-favourite hymns or a party by an unpopular person that noone would want to come to.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, something so fantastic that its worth selling everythig else to get it.
Voice 2 - Heaven is not like a mouldy old pot hidden in a field which some historian says is valuable but you’re really not convinced. Or a really overpriced Christmas present ....that you didnt really like, but had to smile when you recieved it.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls. He spots the “big one” that’ll keep him in cash for the rest of his life, and knows its worth trading all his old stock to get it.
Voice 1 - Heaven is not a like a merchant who has fine pearls and only sells them to the “right” people who wear designer clothes, speak with the right accents and carry platinum cards.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like a net that is thrown into the sea and catches fish of every kind. Even the weird looking ones with big teeth that noone would really want to eat and couldn’t possibly get in (could they?)
When they got the catch in they sorted out the good and bad fish. Funny that, some of the scary looking ones stayed and some really quite respectable looking fish got thrown out.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like a high-interest bank account. You can store up treasure there. You can make a deposit by selling stuff and giving the money to poor people and by being insulted and persecuted and having people say bad stuff about you because you happen to follow Jesus Christ.
Voice 2- Heaven is not like the sort of bank where you have to have references, copies of your birth certificate and proof of address and where they deny you entry based on your previous credit-rating.
Voice 1 - Heaven is a place where the down-to-earth childlike people are the important ones. Its a place you can’t get into if your head is too big and you refuse to shrink it.
Heaven is not an idea or a made-up place, a carrot to entice people to be good or a dream to make death less sad, as Hell is not a nightmare to frighten naughty children.
Heaven is like a big wedding-party. Loads of people get invites but some people just don’t want to come, so they send out folks to scour the streets and grab anyone who fancies coming. Do you want to come? I hear the food is great.
Heaven is not a car park, where you just sit and sit for ages and ages not doing anything because you are dead. In fact if you want to stay dead you generally avoid the place as Heaven is a place of never-ending life.
The Kingdom of Heaven is near. You don’t have to travel miles and miles to get there. You don’t even have to die to get there, because it is a place of growth. It is growing within you, within us, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
The Kingdom of Heaven is not stifling stagnation. It is not hate, it is not evil. Heaven is not like a fluffy cloud, a Philadelphia cheese advert, an endless expanse of nirvana-like nothing, a floaty polite thought, a place where everyone wears their nightie all day, Heaven is not disembodied or a-polittical.
Heaven is a kingdom. A political nation-state with a real flesh-and-blood political ruler, whose manifesto contains policies such as “Love one another” . It is also, contrary to popular opinion, a demoncracy in at least one sense. For you have to choose to vote "yes" to the ruler to enter. The government does not violently force itself on you. You may vote "no" if you wish and go elsewhere, but elsewhere isn’t much fun.
( I can hardly say Visions are all behind it) Although we discussed the concepts at the planning meeting, we had some interesting discussions post-service as to whether Heaven is a democracy or not (I stand by what I said, in context) and whether it is a nation-state or not. (I think it is, so there! Its a Kingdom, they are generally regarded as nation states). But then a little controversy to shake people out of the populist clouds and harps mentality is no bad thing I recon.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like a mustard seed. A tiny thing which when planted grows enormous. So big that people fly for miles to live there.
Voice 2 - Heaven is not like a nightclub with a restricted guestlist and room for only a few hundred packed in like sardines.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like yeast that a cook took and mixed with flour. It was so contagious that all the dough rose in less than an hour.
Voice 1 - Heaven is not like a really long church service with hard pews and your least-favourite hymns or a party by an unpopular person that noone would want to come to.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, something so fantastic that its worth selling everythig else to get it.
Voice 2 - Heaven is not like a mouldy old pot hidden in a field which some historian says is valuable but you’re really not convinced. Or a really overpriced Christmas present ....that you didnt really like, but had to smile when you recieved it.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls. He spots the “big one” that’ll keep him in cash for the rest of his life, and knows its worth trading all his old stock to get it.
Voice 1 - Heaven is not a like a merchant who has fine pearls and only sells them to the “right” people who wear designer clothes, speak with the right accents and carry platinum cards.
Voice 1 - Heaven is like a net that is thrown into the sea and catches fish of every kind. Even the weird looking ones with big teeth that noone would really want to eat and couldn’t possibly get in (could they?)
When they got the catch in they sorted out the good and bad fish. Funny that, some of the scary looking ones stayed and some really quite respectable looking fish got thrown out.
Voice 2 - Heaven is like a high-interest bank account. You can store up treasure there. You can make a deposit by selling stuff and giving the money to poor people and by being insulted and persecuted and having people say bad stuff about you because you happen to follow Jesus Christ.
Voice 2- Heaven is not like the sort of bank where you have to have references, copies of your birth certificate and proof of address and where they deny you entry based on your previous credit-rating.
Voice 1 - Heaven is a place where the down-to-earth childlike people are the important ones. Its a place you can’t get into if your head is too big and you refuse to shrink it.
Heaven is not an idea or a made-up place, a carrot to entice people to be good or a dream to make death less sad, as Hell is not a nightmare to frighten naughty children.
Heaven is like a big wedding-party. Loads of people get invites but some people just don’t want to come, so they send out folks to scour the streets and grab anyone who fancies coming. Do you want to come? I hear the food is great.
Heaven is not a car park, where you just sit and sit for ages and ages not doing anything because you are dead. In fact if you want to stay dead you generally avoid the place as Heaven is a place of never-ending life.
The Kingdom of Heaven is near. You don’t have to travel miles and miles to get there. You don’t even have to die to get there, because it is a place of growth. It is growing within you, within us, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
The Kingdom of Heaven is not stifling stagnation. It is not hate, it is not evil. Heaven is not like a fluffy cloud, a Philadelphia cheese advert, an endless expanse of nirvana-like nothing, a floaty polite thought, a place where everyone wears their nightie all day, Heaven is not disembodied or a-polittical.
Heaven is a kingdom. A political nation-state with a real flesh-and-blood political ruler, whose manifesto contains policies such as “Love one another” . It is also, contrary to popular opinion, a demoncracy in at least one sense. For you have to choose to vote "yes" to the ruler to enter. The government does not violently force itself on you. You may vote "no" if you wish and go elsewhere, but elsewhere isn’t much fun.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
More discoveries...Garage Band.
My other recent discovery has been Garage Band. For years I've been using Cubase to write songs, which has worked very well.
I also have a collection of MIDI boxes and old synths together in my office, connected with lots of spaghetti, but gradually they are dying. My Emu sampler has died. I'm not too sad though, as the best thing about it was the 909 drum samples I took from my friend Paul. My Cheetah cool bass noises box went a couple of years ago, and, although I love my CS1X its a complete pain to program, and I just felt like I needed some new sounds.
That, combined with the fact that I had garage band on my Mac anyway (its free, as it comes with the machine) led me to explore it! Actually I'm pretty impressed. I can't believe a piece of software that is free can do so much. So, instead of splashing out on another MIDI box, I've bought the analogue soft-synths pack for Garage Band and the Jam Pack 2. Tasty! Now I have my cool bass noises back, and my 909 and am hoping this will lead the Abbess into new realms of creativity. Its certainly worked this week. I wrote 3 hymn remixes in one day (but then I did have a deadline because of the wedding which helped!)
If you want to check out my past compositions go to.
http://www.soundclick.com/abbess
Abbess is my band name by the way.
I also have a collection of MIDI boxes and old synths together in my office, connected with lots of spaghetti, but gradually they are dying. My Emu sampler has died. I'm not too sad though, as the best thing about it was the 909 drum samples I took from my friend Paul. My Cheetah cool bass noises box went a couple of years ago, and, although I love my CS1X its a complete pain to program, and I just felt like I needed some new sounds.
That, combined with the fact that I had garage band on my Mac anyway (its free, as it comes with the machine) led me to explore it! Actually I'm pretty impressed. I can't believe a piece of software that is free can do so much. So, instead of splashing out on another MIDI box, I've bought the analogue soft-synths pack for Garage Band and the Jam Pack 2. Tasty! Now I have my cool bass noises back, and my 909 and am hoping this will lead the Abbess into new realms of creativity. Its certainly worked this week. I wrote 3 hymn remixes in one day (but then I did have a deadline because of the wedding which helped!)
If you want to check out my past compositions go to.
http://www.soundclick.com/abbess
Abbess is my band name by the way.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Arkaos (I *love* it!)
Sorry I've not been posting much lately. I've been busy doing lots of stuff for Naomi's wedding (the full multimedia Visions works!) and at the same time trying to write 6000 words on the synod of Whitby for college. Anyway, in between all that frantic activity, I have been making some discoveries. We were asked to do visuals at a recent youth event, and, as not many of us were available (and it was the day before the make poverty history march in Edinburgh) I didn't want to take all our equipment with me. So I downloaded the trial version of Arkaos and just went with a laptop and projector. I am impressed! Its not so good at actual "mixing" as you have to define the transparency parameters of each clip beforehand, rather than mix on the fly. But it is so great at dance stuff, as you have lots of choice of effects including tunnels, cubes, bubbles, filmstrips floating up the wall etc to spice up even relatively simple video clips, and "playing" in real time is really easy. The downside is that playing with Arkaos for three hours gave me some strange dreams of walking up the high street which suddenly wrapped itself around a spinning cube!
The other good thing about the software from a church perspective is that you can buy 6 licenses for the price of 1 and a 1/2
so that your whole church-video-team can have it, play on it and learn to use it. It works on Macs and PCs too.
If you want to check out the software for yourself this is the URL of the Arkaos site.
http://www.arkaos.net/
The other good thing about the software from a church perspective is that you can buy 6 licenses for the price of 1 and a 1/2
so that your whole church-video-team can have it, play on it and learn to use it. It works on Macs and PCs too.
If you want to check out the software for yourself this is the URL of the Arkaos site.
http://www.arkaos.net/
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
I'm in Seattle
I'm in Seattle at the moment for three weeks, and rather than filling up this blog with Seattle stuff (as I'd like to keep it for my creative worship ideas) I've done a separate seattle blog at http://www.sueinseattle.blogspot.com. Better than postcards!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Thomas
Last Sunday's bible reading was about Thomas, his doubts, and Jesus showing him his scars. Our team designed a prayer
idea based on this. These words were up on the wall....
Show me your scars
I have shown you mine
I have let you touch them
Tell me where it still hurts
The scar from long ago
Or the more recent wound
Let me see *your* hands
Let me see inside your side
Into your heartbreak
Into your memories
Let me heal your pain.
Then we invited everyone who wished to, to take a piece of paper and a pencil and write their scars and hurts as a prayer. When they'd finished the prayer we asked them to fold the paper and place at the bottom of a small plant-pot, putting soil on top of it, and then planting a pea seed over it. We then asked everyone who had done one, to take it home in a freezer bag (so the soil didn't spill) and as they watered their pea seed every day, to pray for the other people's scars and hurts.
Peas grow quite quickly, so hopefully there will be little green shoots of hope and new life popping up soon in the plant pots!
idea based on this. These words were up on the wall....
Show me your scars
I have shown you mine
I have let you touch them
Tell me where it still hurts
The scar from long ago
Or the more recent wound
Let me see *your* hands
Let me see inside your side
Into your heartbreak
Into your memories
Let me heal your pain.
Then we invited everyone who wished to, to take a piece of paper and a pencil and write their scars and hurts as a prayer. When they'd finished the prayer we asked them to fold the paper and place at the bottom of a small plant-pot, putting soil on top of it, and then planting a pea seed over it. We then asked everyone who had done one, to take it home in a freezer bag (so the soil didn't spill) and as they watered their pea seed every day, to pray for the other people's scars and hurts.
Peas grow quite quickly, so hopefully there will be little green shoots of hope and new life popping up soon in the plant pots!
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
More Songs
I've been in the studio again this week. I finally got around to writing the backing track for a song that I wrote at least 5 years ago. Plus I've done a trip hop (ish) remix of abide with me. You know how the verses go...but we've added the following rap segments between them.
V1
Live with me Lord in my heartbreak and my pain.
When I need a good friend
Hold me close and keep me sane
When the lights have gone out
And there’s darkness all around
Come step into my life
I’m so lost, help me get found.
V2
Yes there’s change and decay
And the leaves fall off the trees
And the dreams that I had
Seem to all get up and leave.
And the young all get old
And the old get sick and die
And I miss how things were
And sometimes it makes me cry.
V3
What occurs to me now
As I’ve seen too many graves
Is that death’s done quite well
In the great plans that You made
But I hold to the hope
And the promise that You gave
That we will live again
And we will rise from the grave.
V1
Live with me Lord in my heartbreak and my pain.
When I need a good friend
Hold me close and keep me sane
When the lights have gone out
And there’s darkness all around
Come step into my life
I’m so lost, help me get found.
V2
Yes there’s change and decay
And the leaves fall off the trees
And the dreams that I had
Seem to all get up and leave.
And the young all get old
And the old get sick and die
And I miss how things were
And sometimes it makes me cry.
V3
What occurs to me now
As I’ve seen too many graves
Is that death’s done quite well
In the great plans that You made
But I hold to the hope
And the promise that You gave
That we will live again
And we will rise from the grave.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Stones
The other Visions team did the service on Sunday, and I was pretty impressed by their prayer idea.
The theme was the raising of Lazarus, When the other team planned the service they said they felt Jesus had been misunderstood as he waited rather than going straight to his friend. We were invited to write hidden things that we didn't always want to reveal for fear of being misunderstood (or more global misunderstandings ie political situations) on a sticker and hide it under a stone. But the instruction was given that later everyone would get to see these things, even if they ended up being fairly anonymous. Later - "no stone was left unturned' as we randomly chose a stone and prayed for the situation or person who had written something under that stone, and when we replaced the stone, we had it turned upwards. The stones ended up being pretty profound and revealing! Definitely a very cool way of praying for each other!
The theme was the raising of Lazarus, When the other team planned the service they said they felt Jesus had been misunderstood as he waited rather than going straight to his friend. We were invited to write hidden things that we didn't always want to reveal for fear of being misunderstood (or more global misunderstandings ie political situations) on a sticker and hide it under a stone. But the instruction was given that later everyone would get to see these things, even if they ended up being fairly anonymous. Later - "no stone was left unturned' as we randomly chose a stone and prayed for the situation or person who had written something under that stone, and when we replaced the stone, we had it turned upwards. The stones ended up being pretty profound and revealing! Definitely a very cool way of praying for each other!
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Textures
Ages ago someone sent me a link to a textures site with high resolution images that are free to download. I finally got around to looking at them yesterday. There are some really good ones on there! I really liked the cloudscapes and the doors. Anyway here's the link if you want to check them out for yourself.
http://www.mayang.com/textures/
http://www.mayang.com/textures/
The 80's revisited
On Sunday I dug up and old tune that I hadn't used for years, Tower of Strength by the Mission. I realised that the main reason I hadn't used it for years was because in the mid 90s it sounded so dated, yet now, with the goth revival it
sounds surprisingly fresh once more. The other reason I hadn't used it though, was because I'd never got round to buying
it myself. Then I found it up on the iTunes site. That's the best thing about that site. If you want one song for a worship service you don't have to go to the hassle of buying a whole album! Another 80s classic I bought recently from iTunes (remixed this time) was the Timo Maas instrumental mix of Enjoy the Silence. Nice stuff. I'm sure we could do some liturgy or a reading or something over it!
I leave you with the first verse of Tower of Strength. (just to show you why I like it!)
You raise me up
When I'm on the floor
You see me through
When I'm lonely and scared
And I'm feeling true to the written word
And you're true to me.
But still I need more.
It would tear me apart
To feel noone ever cared
For me for me for me.
You are a tower of strength to me.
sounds surprisingly fresh once more. The other reason I hadn't used it though, was because I'd never got round to buying
it myself. Then I found it up on the iTunes site. That's the best thing about that site. If you want one song for a worship service you don't have to go to the hassle of buying a whole album! Another 80s classic I bought recently from iTunes (remixed this time) was the Timo Maas instrumental mix of Enjoy the Silence. Nice stuff. I'm sure we could do some liturgy or a reading or something over it!
I leave you with the first verse of Tower of Strength. (just to show you why I like it!)
You raise me up
When I'm on the floor
You see me through
When I'm lonely and scared
And I'm feeling true to the written word
And you're true to me.
But still I need more.
It would tear me apart
To feel noone ever cared
For me for me for me.
You are a tower of strength to me.
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