tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52918716378364702202024-03-14T09:14:55.811+10:00Discover_<b>1. Write to discover.
2. There is no greater discovery than love.
3. All love comes from the Creator.
4. Write what you will.</b>
<i>-Ted Dekker</i>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-49633333661441085502010-01-24T21:27:00.002+10:002010-01-24T23:03:11.460+10:00PeopleAre astonishing. I went to Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum with my dad today. G-d definitely gave man incredible creative powers, you know? Today I've seen everything, from the beautiful(delicate paintings eggshells and fragile leaves), to the cool (Spiderman comics painted on tablets made out of spiderwebs. Quite appropriate), weird (penis sheaths from Africa and Papua New Guinea. No, I'm not making that up. Apparently as well as being 'decorative', they protected one's tender parts from insect bites. Fair enough, but still weird.), wacky (I'm sorry, but I still don't understand why one would want to paint a full body potrait of Elvis on a common household needle) ...to the downright disturbing. <br />I saw actual medieval torture devices. Two real executioner's axes. All kinds of iron contraptions, all shining and clean, and all stained with invisible but very real blood. The designs were varied, but the purposes were all the same: to inlict pain (and often humiliation as well) on another human being. It's one thing to read that someone was whipped, it's quite another to actually see the heavy, spiked chain. It was locked in a display case, but even from the other side of the glass you could feel its oppressive weight. Even as a history buff who's read and known about such things from a young age, it was somewhat shocking. You couldn't see that room and not wonder what's wrong with humanity. How can we be so cruel to our friends and brothers? What is wrong with us, that we feel a need to kill and maim and destroy? <br />Man has great creative power. What we can do with it blows my mind. It can be used for such beauty, for such good. Or for such terrible ugliness.<br />I don't think I'll be forgetting the shrunken head of a five year old child any time soon.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-77317118355659148692010-01-09T14:25:00.002+10:002010-01-09T15:14:45.939+10:00Mishygoss and shalomIt's been a while since I've posted anything. Nothing terribly unusual, but here I am, time to write some more. We were shifting house all through December.. oy. Never try to move house over Christmas, it's just not pretty. So moving over, it's time for me to start packing again. I leave for New Zealand in less than a month now, a prospect that's exciting and terrifying all at once. I think over all it's a good move, but I'm going to miss my family. Speaking of my family, oy the the fights are getting on my nerves. A girl can only take so much at a time. But that's enough of the mishygoss! I feel really good now. I had a good talk with Dad this morning and I think he understands what I've been trying to explain for years, at least a little bit. I have exciting things happening, things are kind of pulling together a bit in life, I've been having some fun, and to cap it off, it's Shabbat! I love Shabbat so much. Let me see... I might be getting baptised tomorrow evening, that's very exciting. Fun and interesting things are happening in the book-world too, though my poor NaNovel is a mess and it's scaring me a bit, just thinking of how much work I still have to do with it before it's even worthy of being stuffed in that drawer and forgotten for the rest of time. But it's ok, good things take time and effort and I'm rather fond of the poor sad little story. I went into the City the other night with Matthew and went to a concert, to see The Kin. I'm so, so glad I went! That was amazing. If you've never heard them, you must. Their voices are just beautiful, and they match so well! Listen to an accoustic version of their song Abraham on YouTube and you'll understand what I mean.<br /><br />So yeah. I'm just lying on my bed, playing The Kin, enjoying the fact that there's a ceiling fan in my room... this is Shabbat. Everything is just fine. Shabbat shalom, haverim ^_^Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-37648546827096706322009-12-12T09:59:00.004+10:002009-12-12T14:14:30.945+10:00Burn by Ted Dekker and Erin HealyWhat would you do with a million dollars? More importantly, what would you do for a million dollars? Beautiful Gypsy girl Janeal Mikkado is faced with a choice, and her father's fate rests in her hands. She makes a choice and lays her plans, but something went wrong. Terribly wrong. Retribution is swift and terrible, the whole <em>kumpania</em> is burned to the ground, and Janeal's entire life is turned to smoke. She flees and sets up a new life for herself, wanting nothing more than to forget the past. Fifteen years later, though, old ghosts begin to rise from the ash. Janeal was not the only survivor of the Mikkado Massacre as she had believed. Her boyfriend Robert and her best friend Katie also survived, and between them they have the power to destroy Janeal's new life. They know her secret. What lengths will Janeal go to to protect her carefully crafted hiding place? What will she do to be able to forget? And is there any second chance for Judas?<br /><br />~~~~~<br /><br />I've read a lot of reviews on this book, and almost every one said it was better than <em>Kiss</em>, Ted and Erin's other co-authored book. I was a little skeptical myself, because Kiss had a more instantly gripping plot line to my view. Having actually read Burn now though, I find myself having to eat my words. Burn is indeed even better than Kiss was, hard to believe as that may be. Burn is a tale of regret, loss, and second chances; a story of three friends suddenly faced with their past and with the present, and with what to do with the future and each other; a story of the struggle between the John and the Judas in all of us. A beautiful novel, seamlessly weaving the fast-paced thriller we've come to expect from Ted with the slower, deeper emotion we were introduced to in Kiss. <br /><br />I can't wait for more from these two! There are no planned colabberations in the future as far as I'm aware, but Erin's first solo book, <em>Never Let You Go</em> is due to come out in the coming months! Hooray for new books! I'm very excited for this, if you can't tell. I'm very interested to see what what Erin has up her sleeve.<br /><br /><em>Burn</em> is set for general release in January 2010. Find Ted Dekker's fan page at <a> href="http://www.teddekker.com"></a> and Erin Healy's at <a>href="http://www.erinhealy.com"></a><br /><br />And of course, can't forget Facebook. If you're a fan of either author or both, or just a little bit interested, you can't miss these links. Find Ted at <a> href="http://www.facebook.com/teddekker"></a> and Erin at <a> href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/Erin-Healy/59683195940"></a><br /><br />And definitely read all the books you can by these guys. Very cool stuff :)Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-57607442150345945982009-12-06T22:49:00.002+10:002009-12-06T23:05:24.287+10:00Anxiety does not become me :PIt's pretty much eleven at night and I'm desperately tired, but I can't sleep. I mean, I probably COULD, but I can't. I'm worried about a friend of mine... I know she's unwell, but I don't know how unwell. Optimistically she'll be fine, possibility she'll die tonight. And I have no way of knowing until/if she mesages me and says, "Hey, I'm fine." <br />I'm trying to be patient. I'm trying to just pray and leave it in G-d's hands. But it's not easy, you know? I really care about this girl. And I know there's absolutely nothing I can do for her, I know that it's totally in G-d's hands and the HE knows what He's doing, and that I shouldn't worry, I don't need to worry. I know. Worrying won't help her.<br />But I'm worried anyway. I love you, Princess. Don't leave us tonight, please?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-91528840977293966382009-11-09T19:32:00.003+10:002009-11-09T19:38:46.228+10:00Mixed feelingsI'm just over a week into this thing, and I'm falling behind. I should theoretically have almost 15,000 words now, and I barely have 12,000. On the other hand, I've written 12,000 words in a week! That's amazing! I will see this out. I will, through sheer stubbornness if neccessary, win this thing. I will not be beaten.<br />But I also want to sleep at some point. And read books, and watch movies, and take naps on the lawn. If I can do this though, if I can win NaNo, I can do anything I want. Not strictly true perhaps, but a very good lie ;)<br /><br />Also, GREATBIGHUGEEXCITING NEWS! I wn an ARC of <em>Burn</em> by Ted Dekker and Erin Healy today. My day is MADE :DSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-55480187622555251892009-11-02T15:26:00.003+10:002009-11-02T15:31:39.189+10:00*penguin-dance*I can sooo do this. I'm way slower than most of the others, but I can do it. My handy word count predictor thingummy is green and burbling about 55k words by the end of the month (it was red and screaming about 30k this morning) and I have under 400 words to finish today's quota. I'm about 4 hours ahead of yesterday, and I took a nap and did chores today that I'd put of yesterday. I can even get ahead now, and make up for the days I'll have to miss, or not have as much time to write in! <br /><br />I'm buzzing, in case you can't tell ^_^Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-88884146928431919252009-11-01T23:32:00.002+10:002009-11-01T23:35:24.349+10:00#hallelujah!I did it! 1688/1667 for day 1!<br /><br /><br />This is gonna be a long month, but I'm slightly (very slightly) ahead. I can do this! And, thanks to Cody, I have some slightly more interesting stuffs happening! I AM INVINCIBLE! *dozes off*Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-34257144320738205332009-11-01T16:45:00.002+10:002009-11-01T16:51:57.867+10:00Head -> wallI'm three quarters of a day in. What the heck was I thinking? I write like a snail! I've been dedicatedly staring at my screen for hours, and I have exactly 510 words. That's from a daily word count of 1,667. I am so dead. I can't do this! I don't write novels! I write sporadic blog posts and occasional random chapters of never-to-be-finished stories. I already want to trash about half of my stupid retarded book. I keep telling myself to leave it alone, wait till December, I can tear it apart at the seams and stomp it into the ground then. Now it's time to write, to win. Why is writing in this blog so easy when writing in my novel is so hard?<br /><br />Doesn't matter. I'll get there if I have to ..whatever.. <br /><br />I'll win.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-66811241571232019642009-10-29T18:05:00.004+10:002009-10-30T10:07:03.219+10:00Redefining Beautiful by Jenna Lucado with Max Lucado<em>Redefining Beautiful</em> is about.. well.. just that. Learning to see ourselves as beautiful, and exploring what beauty really is in a world turned upside down by unrealistic standards. Jenna says that a foundational beauty secret is a fathers love, and shows us that whether we have devoted dads or not-so-great dads, we already have the perfect Dad, who can make us whole.<br /><br />I really enjoyed this book, though I wasn't sure what to expect at first. Christian 'beauty' books so often emphasise spiritual beauty to the exclusion of physical beauty, and I find that unsatisfying. Yes, inner beauty is greatly important, but I want to BE beautiful, on the outside. Redefining Beautiful had a beautiful balance and perspective I've never seen elsewhere, and I'd say it's definitely the best book I've read on the subject.<br /><br />At one point in this book, Jenna says that she is sometimes afraid she'll be defined as 'Max Lucado's Daughter' rather than 'Jenna Lucado'. To be perfectly honest, I did in fact prejudge her as 'Max's daughter' and expected her book to be like his books. I was proved wrong, and I'm glad of it. So, if you ever read this Jenna, I'm sorry. Thanks for the reminder.<br /><br />I definitely would recommend this book to all girls, and to all their dads. I think it's a message we all need to hear.<br /><br /><br /><br />***********<br />I'm a member of Thomas Nelson's Book Review Blogger program, if you're interested in joining or looking for more information, chek out http://brb.thomasnelson.com/Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-758460455516819692009-09-16T13:40:00.002+10:002009-09-16T13:44:44.572+10:00Ooh shiny free stuff yay!I just found this great program that Thomas Nelson Publishers run! They give me free books, I give them reviews of the books. If you wanna play too, I've included a link in the title of this post. I've just requested my first book, so I guess it'll be about two weeks till it gets here. Watch this space for my first review! <br /><br />It'll be <span style="font-style:italic;">Redefining Beautiful</span> by Jenna Lucado wih Max Lucado. <br /><br />I hope you're happy Brandon :PSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-21913602215941846852009-07-11T21:24:00.002+10:002009-07-11T21:31:07.098+10:00Shabbat thoughtsThe following is adapted from an email I sent to a friend on Shabbat, and why I believe it still stands, so to speak...<br /><br />The italics are a quote from the email he sent me that I'm replying to, and the bold is just to seperate the Scripture from what I'm saying. Thoughts?<br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">Jesus said that the Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. I take this to mean that the Sabbath was actually a blessing from God to man—the gift of a day of rest—rather than a requirement of God upon men. This suggests that there is some discretion as to how we receive this gift, and if resting and doing nothing would actually be harmful in some circumstances (such as if the disciples were hungry on the Sabbath, or if someone needed healing), then it is better to do something that is good for people than simply rest.</span><br /><br />I would agree with that. The thing is, though, that the Sabbath was set aside as holy well before the Law was given. Genesis 2:1-3 says<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array. By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.</span><br /><br />To me it seems that, even though it's not always possible or good to abstain from work, the seventh day, the Shabbat, is still holy. On a holy day it makes sense that it's ok to do that which is holy. What is holy? the work of G-d, I would say. Helping people, healing people, all those things, are good and acceptable and holy. But Shabbat is still a set apart day. It is a time to pause and to remember and to rest and to worship. Even if it's only spiritual rest and not physical rest, the Sabbath is both a holy day and a blessed day. And a day of rest.<br /><br />People interperate that different ways. I know one person who tries not to work at all on the Sabbath, and I know others who will do only volunteer work and not paid work, and I know still others who work right through with barely a pause. For me, I'm happy to volunteer or help someone out or do work around the house on Shabbat, but I'm not entirely comfortable with working in a paid position. I know and accept that other people may disagree with that.<br /><br />I would say at the least though, we need to pause and remember. At least that. Shabbat is a time of letting go of tsouris (stress, trouble, burdens), and of just..taking a deep breath and saying thank you. I know that's appropriate any day, but that's what Shabbat is as well.<br /><br />A friend on a forum I'm on posts a shabbat blessing every week, and it's the high point of my week. You read it and you can feel the stress literally melting. It's a reminder to stop and listen, and to know and to remember.<br /><br />Anyhow, that's what Shabbat is. A chance to be still and know the He is G-d. And I wouldn't give that up for anything.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-29256366944039534492009-05-10T10:29:00.002+10:002009-05-10T12:57:04.231+10:00The great Dante debateYes, it's moved off the forums and into the blogs. I'm only posting this here because several people have asked for my opinion, and why I hold that opinion. I feel no need to withhold Dante's name because 1, it's only a username anyway, 2, anyone from MP knows who I'm talking bout anyway, and 3, anyone NOT from MP doesn't know or care who Dante is or why we're having a debate about him.<br /><br />I want to say now that I'm NOT complaining about the admins or their decisions, whatever those decisions might be. This is a tough question, and I don't envy them having to answer it. The question, of course, is should Dante be allowed to remain on MP, and why? <br /><br />Obviously the solution everyone would like is that Dante remains on the boards, but learns some manners. Equally obvious is the fact that unless there's a huge miracle, it's just not going to happen. I would like to see Dante remain on the boards, if for no other reason than that a voice of dissent is good for us. Even if he doesn't make us question our beliefs, he certainly challenges us to put them into practice. Loving one another is easy when everyone loves us back. But it gets tougher if the person we are trying to love treats us badly. Are we not called to love our enemy and do good to them that hate us? But then, as Hollie said, banning him is an act of discipline and does not mean we don't love him.<br /><br />Then we have the point that we can't just delete people from life. We all have to deal with unreasonable people in real life, so it's a bit unrealistic to keep trying to delete them from our online lives. All we end up with then is a stale, stagnant pool of people. And then again, sometimes we shouldn't seek out certain people's company either.<br /><br />I can't help thinking though, that G-d is bringing Dante to MP for a reason, though I know if he sees this he'll laugh me out of town. I don't know what that reason is, but.. *shrug*<br /><br />If we allow it, this whole issue could pull us together and make us stronger. At the moment, it's pulling us apart and weakening us. It's not ok to call others names, it's not ok to drag each other down, and I don't think it's ok for us to divide up into little cliques over this. I would like for Dante to stay, but if the cost is going to prove too high for the benefit, I don't know what to do.<br /><br />I haven't written this very well. I'm unhappy with it. But I'ma post it anyway. If you have questions or comments, by all means bring them up, it might help me clarify my thinking a little more.<br /><br />And I will respect the admin's decision, whether in the end I agree or no.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-73162561834758217352009-03-17T16:45:00.001+10:002009-03-17T17:01:27.943+10:00Birds-Eye ViewTiny cardboard houses between tissue paper trees and grey felt roads. That's what it looked like, just a model city. An incredibly detailed and tiny model city. It wasn't, of course. It was Brisbane, the capital city of Queensland and a hugely popular tourist destination. My home. But from the air, everything looks tiny. Fascinating and detailed, like somebody spent many many hours carefully handcrafting each building and tree and road, and then set it all in motion. Really quite amazing. I was sitting next to Renata, sharing a window with her and craning my neck at an awkward angle to see out, and she said to me, “It's weird to think that once we get down there, we will be tiny people to all the planes too.” And I just thought, 'Wow! That's kind of deep, I need to think about this one.'<br /> There were actually two things I got out of that birds-eye view. The first is that mankind thinks too highly of itself in general. We think, 'Look what I built! My city/tower/warehouse/villa is amazing! Look what I've done!' We get the Babel mentality happening. Build a city, make a name for ourselves. Look at me! Sometimes we get so caght up in the dusty grimy city streets we forget all that's out there. We need to slow down, zoom out, and recapture that sense of awe for all that G-d has done and made and is. Life isn't about us.<br /> The second is that each individual person also often thinks too highly of themselves in comparison to others. To me sitting in that areoplane, I was a normal person, a full-size person, a 'real' person. The others were tiny, insignificant. Mildy interesting to a quick observation, but really barely even in my perception. How often is that the case in everyday life? There's us, then our peer or social group, the other passengers on our plane, so to speak. And then everyone else. Hardly noticable, barely there. Just tiny dots going about their insignificant lives over there somewhere. As long as they keep out of our faces, we're happy to just ignore them.<br /> What is wrong with us? Where is the love of G-d in that? Are we not supposed to shine His love and His light? I know this is easier said than done. I personally have a really, really hard time with it. But that is what we are called to do. To love the unloved, the forgotten ones, all the tiny people that it's so much easier to ignore. Flying over Brisbane, I don't know what the population is. I think around the million mark, maybe more. I don't know almost any of those people. I know maybe thirty people in Brisbane. I hate to admit it, but those other people really mean nothing to me. I don't know them, they don't know me. They're just nameless faces doing various, nameless things. Annonymous. But G-d! He knows them all perfectly! He knows how many hairs on the head of each. He knows their names, their thoughts, their hopes, their dreams. He knows their sins and their struggles and their pain. He loves them, personally and deeply. And He wants us to understand that, and to love them too. They are His children. Just like we are His children. It's time to be a little kinder to strangers. They are people just like us, are loved just like us, and need love. Just like us.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-54387161600130849762009-01-25T09:00:00.000+10:002009-01-25T09:02:26.261+10:00TemptationWhen the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Genesis 3:6, NIV<br /><br />When I was younger, I held a grudge against Eve. I guess most people do at some stage or another. After all, if she had just walked away and refused to listen to the serpent, the world wouldn't be in this state, right? It took me along time to realize that in many ways, I am Eve. I don't mean that in a new-agey, the-Bible-is-just-a-spiritual-allegory way, but in the sense that I share her mindset and motivations. A quick look around the nearest shopping mall or in any mainstream magazine will tell you that all of us do. And what were her motivations? <br /><br />I don't think she deliberately set out to disobey G-d that day. She didn't eat the fruit just because G-d said not to. She ate the fruit because she was thinking in the short term. She didn't want to see the long-term consequences of her actions, though she had been warned of them. She saw what the fruit had to offer <span style="font-style:italic;">now</span>, and made a decision that the entire earth has both regretted and emulated since. What promise did the fruit hold? What was so compelling about it that Eve chose to take her eyes off her Creator and focus on it instead? It held the same empty promises which lead to the same foolish decisions we make today. <br /><br />First, it was good for food. It wasn't that they didn't have other food. She didn't need that particular food. So why did she choose it over her other foods? I don't know, but I know why we do today, because many of us make that decision too. We fear somehow that the One who granted us life in the first place is unable to sustain it. We many times are afraid to do what G-d has called us to do because we are worried about how we'll live, what we'll wear, what we'll eat. Jesus said not to worry about those things, that if we seek first the kingdom of righteousness, all those things will be added unto us. Maybe Eve forgot that. Maybe we do too.<br /><br />Second, it was pleasing to the eye. Ah, this one we recognize. It's the feel good mentality that at first glance seems so sweet. After all, why would G-d make something pleasurable if we weren't meant to use it? If it looks good, do it. If it feels good, do it. But that's not what G-d said. Again, it wasn't the only good-looking fruit in the garden. There are many pleasurable things in life that we are meant to enjoy, it's just that there are instructions for their use. Some things are bad for us altogether, and others are good only in certain circumstances or in moderation. It wasn't that Eve could find pleasure nowhere else, it was that she wanted the forbidden pleasure. We understand this feeling. That's what makes a little child steal lollies and treats from their parents, when if they simply asked for them they would be allowed them anyway. It's that feeling that leads to adultery too. The feeling of doing something wrong and getting away with it is exciting. What we tend to forget though, is that nothing is hidden from G-d. Even if no-one else ever knows, He does, and it will catch you up. Be sure your sin will find you out. And ultimately, the pleasure is not worth the pain. Not for Eve, not for us.<br /><br />Third, it was desirable for gaining knowledge. This one's a little harder to write about. I don't understand it the way I understand the other two. If you look up at verse 5 though, we get a bit of context. “For G-d knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like G-d, knowing good and evil.”. I think with this temptation it's not so much the wisdom itself, but the pride that is the problem. Losing sight of who G-d is and who we are is fatal. That was Satan's big mistake, and much of the time it's ours too. But I think it also means that we should guard our minds. Knowledge and learning and reasoning are all good tools, please don't misunderstand me. But we need to be careful not to let them replace G-d. And we need to keep in mind that it's often throuh our minds that we are attacked. When Satan deceived Eve, he did it by twisting G-d's words and planting little doubts. If someone tells you G-d said something, first be sure that he really did say that, and second, be sure that you have it in the right context and that it lines up with the rest of Scripture. Always guard your mind.<br /><br />It's interesting that Jesus' temptation followed this same pattern. <br /><br />First, he was told to command the stones to become bread. Now, unlike Eve, Jesus really did need food. I've never gone forty days in the desert without food, but remembering how hungry I was after just forty hours or World Vision, I can guess he'd be pretty hungry. He could do it too. He performed a similar miracle not long afterwards at a wedding. But unlike us, he stood firm and refused.<br /><br />Second, he was offered all the kingdoms of the world. I don't know about you, but I imagine they would be rather pleasing to the eye.And besides, Jesus was a king, wasn't he? Should a king not have a kingdom? In fact, why not all the kingdoms, seeing they were on offer? All the power on earth, that's quite a heady concept. But Jesus remembered what we don't- that he was not of this earth. He was the King of a much higher kingdom. When he consider even the tiny glimpses of Heaven we've been granted, the splendour of earth starts to look pretty tarnished and faded. And so he resisted.<br /><br />And the third, the mind again. By now, Satan realized that nothing could sway his faith in G-d and his stand on truth. But what if he could twist the truth a little, make Scripture say something that it wasn't intended to say.. what then? And so he attacked the mind. “Come on, he said he'd protect you, right? What harm is there, just a little demonstration? Don't you want to even try?” <br />We like to push the boundaries a bit, to see how far we can go. We want to see if black and white are really so, or if on closer inspection they turn a little grey. Do not put the LORD your G-d to the test. <br /><br />And so it is through our bellies, our hearts, and our minds that we are tempted. Temptations will come, they're part of life and we don't get a choice about that. But we can choose what to do with it. Will we keep giving in to it as Eve did and we all have since? Or do we resist as Jesus did?<br /><br />What will you do?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-63983545661358612272008-12-23T10:38:00.001+10:002008-12-23T10:46:16.052+10:00Diamond in the Rough<style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I wanted to start this post with an excerpt from Eve's Daughters by Lynn Austin, but the copyright won't let me. I could write and ask permission, I suppose, but between the time, money, and hassle, I won't. While I can't use the actual quote though, I can give you a rough idea of what it said. A grandmother is talking to her granddaughter as she prepares to move into a retirement home. While they are packing, the granddaughter finds a piece of coal and is, naturally, somewhat confused. When she asks her grandmother about it, the grandmother replies that it isn't a piece of coal, it's a diamond-in-the-making, and that G-d will use pressure and stress to turn it into something beautiful.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Do you know what the diamond making process is? </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">First, plant matter dies, and if buried quickly enough it fossilizes. The layers of fossil get buried under the earth, and with the right amount of pressure and humidity, it turns into coal. If the pressure is high enough and maintained long enough, eventually the coal begins to turn into a diamond. I don't know how many years it takes, and I'm not sure how I would find out, but I do know it takes quite a long time. I'm willing to bet on a minimum of a hundred years, though it is just a guess. Think about that.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">First, some kind of death is required. Then, after the plant is buried, it sits alone in the dark for years, with the weight of the world on its shoulders crushing the life out of it. And for no immediate purpose. It turns into coal! Why would anyone want to be coal? The characteristics of coal, as so eloquently put by Brandon, are 'dark, hard, lumpy, not much fun to play with, but fun to burn.' </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Does that sound familiar? Don't give up, it's only a little longer until you're finished. You're already more than halfway through. After it becomes coal, yet more stress is applied. Yes, I know, you don't exactly need MORE stress and you're tired of sitting alone in the dark. Why not just dig yourself out? You can't do that, because if you do, you'll never be finished. If a piece of coal is taken out of the ground before the process is finished, it will always be just a piece of coal, fit for nothing except burning. But if you are patient and endure all the stress and pressure and trials, you will become a diamond.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Some interesting facts about diamonds, I learnt this when I was ten years old and I went on a school trip to the local Bluestone works where they cut up bluestone into paving stones. A diamond is the hardest mineral on earth. A blade made of diamonds can cut stone and not go blunt, in fact, the only thing that can cut diamond is diamond. The stuff is virtually indestructible.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A diamond goes through a long hard process. It dies, it is buried, it sits alone in the dark under intense, extreme pressure or many years, only to turn into coal.Then it undergoes even more dark lonely years, even greater pressure, but a miracle is happening!When it finally emerges, the diamond is a diamond. It is beautiful. It is valuable. It is indestructible.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Wouldn't you rather be a diamond than a lump of coal? Don't give up. Be patient. Life may seem dark or lonely now, but a miracle is taking place, and it's worth the wait.</p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-71129598412143666502008-12-02T17:27:00.000+10:002008-12-02T17:28:21.193+10:00Storybook World, Pt 2Okay, Leo told me what I needed to know, and now I'll have a crack at Part Two. Thanks heaps, Leo :)<br /><br />******<br /><br />On the contrary, they, just like us, tend to forget their author. They forget that there is more going on than what they can see and hear, and just like us, they can't see the end of the story. They don't know why certain things have to happen, because it doesn't make sense till much later, and sometimes the characters themselves never find out why things happened. Sometimes the whys can only be seen from outside the story.<br /><br />And that's hard to deal with. It's hard wondering why G-d lets things happen. In our limited sense of justice, bad things shouldn't happen to good people. Bad things for bad people, good things for good people. You take out what you put in. It sounds fair, and is in fact a Biblical perspective. Except that we forget that this life is not all there is. Sometimes, bad things will happen to good people. And most of the time we never find out why.<br /><br />Our struggles are real. Our fears and pain are real. Don't get me wrong on that, but we do need to understand that there is more going on than we can see. There is a story being written, and you are the main character. It's very rare that you will come across a good story that doesn't have some pain, some turmoil in its pages. I have never seen such a book.<br /><br />In your life, there will be hard times, there will be difficult decisions, there will be pain and loss. But there will also be love and redemption and joy beyond any of our imaginations. Everybody knows that the hero always wins, and light always beats darkness, and I believe that's ultimately true of our lives. Never give up, never give in. Never lose your faith in the author who loves you and who knows your whole story better than you do. Never stop loving, never stop hoping, and never break the Circle.<br /><br />And remember, there is more than you can see.<br /><br />Love you all.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-10451039192699423302008-12-01T11:13:00.002+10:002008-12-01T11:18:33.935+10:00Storybook World, Pt 1I've been working on this for a week and it's still not finished. I'm waiting on some scholarly help and some fresh inspiration to finish it off ;)<br /><br />Storybook World<br /><br />So I had an interesting conversation with my brother the other night, involving Dekker of course, but this time it was interesting enough to warrant a post about it. I happened to say that I'd like to live in a storybook world. Not so much because life would be better there, but there's just this inbuilt desire in me to go talk to Anne Shirley or Thomas Hunter. Just because.<br /><br />And then my brain just went *whoosh* and into hyper mode and now I'm writing a lesson from it.<br /><br />So. I know Brandon still disagrees with me on this, we haven't got it all hammered out yet, but here's how I'm seeing things right now. We are characters in a story, and G-d is our author. Some of the characters know him, some know about him, and others either don't have a clue or refuse to believe in him. But it doesn't really matter, whether a character believes in it's author or not, every story does have an author.<br /><br />In the Thrillogy, for example, Thomas died. Not once, but five times. It pretty much looked like the end. I mean, you can't really get more ended than 'dead' can you? And yet.. the author had it all planned out, all under his control. Nothing happened unless the author said it could, and when he said it could happen, it happened for a reason.<br /><br />In the book <span style="font-style: italic;">The Novelist</span> by Angela Hunt, the main character, Casey, is a writer. As part of a writing course she's teaching, she agrees to write something different from her usual genre as an example to her students. As any of you who are writers know happens, the world of her novel takes on a life of it's own. In this world, the characters are aware of Casey, but they do not understand her, they can't see her or comprehend her. They know she exists and they know her rules, but only because she gave them that knowledge. The characters in Casey's world are real, they love, they hope, they cry, they bleed, and they make decisions for themselves. And they can die. Their fears are real, their struggles are genuine. Just because they live in a storybook world with an author who loves them directing the plot doesn't mean their lives are easy.<br /><br />To be continued...Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-75785114628380899012008-11-17T12:01:00.002+10:002008-11-17T12:23:03.752+10:00I lost my thought..So I've had three big thoughts in my brain for a week or so, and now I lost 'em all. Great.<br /><br />Is greed the state of wanting more than what you have, of wanting what you can't have, or of wanting something and being determined to get it at any cost? Interesting thought. I'm not entirely sure, myself.<br /><br />I saw a church sign the other day that caught my attention. I still don't know what I think of it. It said: Jesus- his life changed death, his death changed life. What do you think?<br /><br />I still can't remember the other one.<br /><br />Uhm.<br /><br />Oh yeah. Protective parents. Try not to think of them as babying you, so much as them loving you enough to try to keep them safe. There was more, but I forget it.<br /><br />This is a stupid post. But, this is how my disjointed brain works. Now you know.<br /><br />Also, I really am adekkted. I've been having Circle dreams >_<Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-16389081772923668702008-11-06T19:21:00.000+10:002008-11-06T19:24:18.952+10:00LFTT Part 1 -Power<div class="postcolor"> Ok, so here's part one of an indefinite series of posts on the Circle Trilogy, and some of the lessons from it. I'm open to (read: desperate for) your thoughts and comments.<br /><br /><br />06/11/08<br />Lessons from the Trilogy<br />Part One<br /><br /><i>Black</i> opens with a rather sinister pair locked in a power play. The fate of billions of people world wide could rest in their hands. Could. If they play their cards right. Carlos Missirian ans Valborg Svensson. If they succeed in this, their names will go down in history. If they fail, who will ever know? And frankly, with the right weapon, their chances of failing look pretty slim. All Earthly power is within their grasp. The ultimate struggle will soon begin.<br /><br />And what are they after?<br /><br />"[Svensson] was driven by an insatiable thirst for power, and the men he worked for even more so. This was their food, their drug."<br /><br />Did you know that power is addictive? How many people, after tasting just a little power, are willing to fade back into obscurity? How many are even willing to stop at a taste of power? The more power a person wields, the more they desire to wield power. I believe that was one of the main driving forces behind most of the wars in history. Behind most crimes committed today. Power is a very powerful drug, and in the wrong hands, I think it's the most dangerous.<br /><br />You've heard the saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Have you ever heard of a totalitarian regime that didn't become corrupted very quickly? Power is a corrosive. It literally eats at the soul of the person wielding it. Why?<br /><br />Possibly for the same reason that it's hard for a rich man to enter Heaven. If we feel self-sufficient, if we feel self-important, if we feel that we are in charge, that we control the Earth...where is our focus? We get puffed up and start thinking in terms of 'I can...' and 'I will...' and 'I am...'.<br /><br />But we weren't created to bring glory to ourselves. We are created to think in terms of 'G-d can.', 'G-d will.' and 'G-d is.' He is our definition. We are nothing, absolutely <i>nothing</i> without Him. The reason power is so corrosive is that it makes us forget who we are. rather, it makes us forget <i>whose</i> we are. And without that distinction, why should we care about others? Why shouldn't we rape and steal and murder? If I have the power, and I have no god, I become my own god.<br /><br />It's the oldest struggle in the book, one that always ends in suffering and death. Power belongs in G-d's hands, and we would do well to remember that.<br />Absolute power corrupts absolutely.<br /><br />As for Carlos and Svensson, and the man they work for, if you've finished the books you know what happens, where their choices take them. If you haven't finished reading I won't spoil it for you. But what did their power get them?<br /><br />Is the power worth the pain?<br /><br />What profit is there to a man who gains the whole world but loses his soul? </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-77605770599179099672008-11-05T11:19:00.003+10:002008-11-05T11:32:22.682+10:00Just a little ventingShort post cos I'm already way overtime on ye olde internet.<br /><br />First, Samara's doing pretty well. Still researching stuff. Still waiting for her to come home. I've had a cold the last few days and haven't been able to visit. Getting better, should be able to visit by tomorrow.<br /><br />I finished the Circle trilogy. Awesome books, but my tear ducts are broken, I'm sure. I didn't cry once, but I should have several times. Weird.<br /><br />And now my rant. I'm really angry at Dad. TWO YEARS ago, he said he would get me the Abeka curriculum instead of this retarded Switched-On Schoolhouse thing I have now. Two years. I have learned almost nothing in that time, formal edumacation wise. I've learned heaps from all my friends and all the research I've done and all the writing on Disciples of Elyon and MyPraize (I would put a thing in there about how you should join them, but I think all my readers are already members lol), but noo, he wants me to do the formal work. Never mind that it drives me crazy. Never mind that I actually can't do the schoolwork because the only computer that works won't run the idiotic program. Never mind that the work makes no sense and is highly illogical. And that it often marks me wrong when I know I'm right, my paren'ts know I'm right, and the flippin calculator knows I'm right. I really hate that program. They only use it because it's easier. If they give me that, they don't have to mark my work, assign projects or essays, or do anything. Just me and the computer.<br /><br />Did I mention I hate that program?<br /><br />Also, my best subject was always Bible, but I don't like their version of it. There's absolutely no room for discussion or disagreement or questions or anything. You just feed it's own words back to it, in the correct order. NEVER learn theology or Bible study from a computer. Never T_T<br /><br />Dad did say a few months ago that talking and debating online was enough. Not anymore. Reduced net time until I catch up on my school. Which I can't do because my laptop still doesn't work.<br /><br />I like being homeschooled, but sometimes I think it would be easier to just go to a normal school. At least they wouldn't change their minds as often.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-69078519726578551992008-11-01T11:26:00.000+10:002008-11-01T11:29:12.656+10:00Random Ramblings I Rambled Last Night...This is a bit of an awkward post, really. I always thought that Brandon was my only reader, and that only because I harrassed him each time till he told me what he thought. And now I've been told that I'm wrong and at least one other person (who I look up to and respect very much) is an at least semi-regular reader, and maybe quite a few other people as well. So now I've gone all shy. Which is, of course, utterly ridiculous, because I wanted these people to read my blog and have kind of hoped they would. That's kind of the point in a blog. So yeah. Hi :)<br /><br />Now this is almost as bad as my video lol.<br /><br />Anyway. I don't remember what I last posted, because I'm not actually writing this on blogspot, I'm writing it on the notepad of my computer to fill in time while I wait for Dad to bring the internet home from his visit with Mum. So I'll assume I've said nothing about home life since Samara was born and edit out any reduntant information later.<br /><br />We have a house now, not exactly in Brisbane but not far away either. We're still in the process of unpacking and sorting, so the house is in a bit of a shambles right now. MUm was re-admitted to hospital with some kind of complication, I forget what, but she's been discharged now and is staying st Ronald McDonald House again. Samara has been diagnosed with Down Syndrome, but we're looking into diets and treatments to help her deal with the symptoms and so far it looks like she won't be affected very badly. The hospital are talking about starting Parent Craft (whatever that is o_O) at the end of next week, which means unless she starts regressing she'll be home within a fortnight and we'll finally be able to hold her! The hospital has a policy that only parents and grandparents are allowed to hold the Special Care babies. Very annoying, especially when you consider that I'm old enough to be her mother and have more experience than most of the mothers in there. But, that's the policy. One month, nine days and I've never held her and only touched her when the nurses aren't looking.<br /><br />In the meantime, we've all been keeping busy with not enough unpacking and too much internet (if there is such a thing :P), and the occasional fight. We might get to go to the opening of the new Koorong bookstore tomorrow and I can't wait! Koorong is the largest Australian Christian bookstore chain, and I love it there. Cheapest books around and a lot of decent music too. Even better, I'll get to go shopping while we're there as a late birthday present! AND Koorong is selling tickets for the Casting Crowns concert in Brisbane this January. I hope I can go.Haven't been to a concert in years.<br /><br />I think that's Dad's car in the drive, so I'm out.<br /><br />Love y'all ^_^Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-7023973172171901292008-10-17T19:40:00.003+10:002008-10-17T19:54:56.963+10:00To love is to dieYup. That's what I said.<br /><br />True love is being willing to die to yourself everyday for the good of the one you love. So that means giving up things that will make the other stumble, giving up your own dreams and aspirations to help the other. Possibly even literally giving up your life for them. That's what love is. Somehow though, it's gain. You don't love someone to gain from them, selfish love is no love at all, and yet in the process of giving yourself away, you find happiness.<br /><br />I guess maybe that's why divorce rates are so high. Nobody wants to die, not even figuratively. No-one wants to lose their goals and dreams for the sake of another. And too few people can see that even while giving themselves up, if both partners show love like this, both people find themselves. True love is rare indeed, but if you find it, hold it closer than life itself. Because that's what love is.<br /><br />As Yeshua said, anyone who gives their life away for His sake will find it. I believe that's true, no matter that it sounds so backwards. Love is a G-d thing, so we have to play by His rules. It seems hard at first, but the more you die, the more you live. Life, love and happiness all come through death. And remember that He is our first love and our example. Love as Yeshua loves and you won't go far wrong.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-60911762641065628392008-10-08T16:16:00.002+10:002008-10-08T16:52:30.618+10:00Focus: Yeshua's life or death?A few months ago, my brother asked me why it was that Christians tend to focus on Yeshua's death instead of His life, when they are equally important. I've sorta been chewing on that for all that time, and this morning I finally came up with a few reasons. It could just be that it's easier for some people. It's easier to think that we don't have to follow His example or obey His teaching. That hard teaching. It could be that we don't understand His words, and it's easier to skip to what we can understand. Or, as in my case, it can be that His death gives us hope. I see Yeshua's life, I read His words...and I am condemned. His life says that I should be holy as He is holy. And I can't. I cannot live up to Him. But He says I must. He says that unless my righteousness is greater than that of the teachers and the Pharisees, I'm stuffed. That's kind of a scary thought, and I don't like it, but that's the facts. Worse, His life says that it is possible to keep the Law perfectly and means that we really do have no excuse. No calling foul because G-d stacked the odds against us. Yeshua's life makes me accountable for my own sin, and that's not pleasant. But in His death...He paid for my failures. He says to me, "I choose you, I love you. I forgive you. Even though you have betrayed me and hurt me and turned away, I still love and forgive you. You are Mine." His sacrifice gives me the hope and courage to get up and try again, it is in His death that I find the strength to even <span style="font-style: italic;">think</span> about trying to obey His teaching and follow His life. After all, why would I try to be something I cannot be, to do what I cannot do, with no hope? In His death, and more importantly in His resurrection, I am made free. It's ok that I will fail, as long as I give my best. I am not holy in myself, but by His sacrifice I am made holy. His blood covers my failures, so I am free to follow Him and do what little I can, not because it will save me, but to bring a smile to Him. Because I love Him back.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-61046282219663060812008-10-05T10:03:00.002+10:002008-10-05T10:22:03.083+10:00NEWS TIME!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/taliadahling/samara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c245/taliadahling/samara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Man, it's been ages. Mmk. Samara Eliana was born the 23rd September, weighing 1.5 kilos (3.3lbs) at 31 weeks. She is an amazing little girl, not quite two weeks old yet and already strong and healthy enough to be transferred to a smaller hospital. That picture's not very good, but it's the only one I can make work. We have a house now, so around the 23rd of October we will be officially Brisbaneites. Unfortunately, that's going to mean delayed birthday celebrations for me because between bond payments and advance rent, we're going to be utterly broke. So my 17th is going to be a tiny bit lame. Hey, that's life. ^_^ <br /><br /> In other news, I have become one of the feared and dreaded ADEKKTED! I'm still waiting for Red though :(<br />Yeah.. That's basically all my news.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291871637836470220.post-1646775079908691582008-10-05T09:44:00.002+10:002008-10-05T09:56:15.899+10:00..Is it gonna work?Ok, long time no post.. blogspot wouldn't work on this computer before.. is it going to work now? Uhm.. lotsa news. I'll check if this post works first, and if it does, I'll post a longer one ^_^Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404268930327721846noreply@blogger.com0