I don’t have a Valentine but like this song as a reminder of .. hope. Real love isn’t a feeling or a fairy tale.
“When you find real love, you don’t have to hide anymore. All your scars turn into beauty marks when it’s the one you’ve been waiting for. When you find real love, you know it isn’t blind at all. It sees more than anyone else and still finds you beautiful.” – Mike Seminari
I have a longer post or two in my head about Valentines day. (I mean holidays are an excuse to blog right?) but I have been in the Netherlands since Monday night on a last minute work trip for a conference with other European leaders (I am so European right? lol) booked my ticket back a day early so I could spend MY Valentines day hearing the story of a gal named Teresa who used to be a porn star and then Jesus interrupted her life and everything changed. Only to get up at the crack of dawn train it across the country to Amsterdam and have a delayed flight back to Newcastle (“snow” was the excuse… there was a dusting) by far too long to miss most of the whole thing. Whoops. I heard great stories from the students and staff though and got to meet Teresa briefly. Such a cool woman who is so honest and real. Stories of God’s grace just tickle me. So .. writings to come your way tomorrow. I think I owe you a post or two from last weeks to-be-continued…
Oh and if you want to HEAR the song I quoted above… I have it on my mac but I discovered my talented songwriter friend Mike has it posted on this website.. love google. Scroll down to hear his version of the title, 4th one down..
Real Love by Mike Seminari
This morning we had a conversation/learning session in our staff meeting about what the good news of Jesus says to the subjects of condemnation, lust and shame. I will be writing a little bit more about those subjects in the near future but for now I wanted to leave you with something that my team leader said that was so good I wrote it down.
Love is a valuing of others that leads us to serve them sacrificially. Lust is a serving of self that leads us to sacrifice others…
That leads us to shame and denial and slavery..
It is Sunday night at 11:24. I am waiting for the popcorn to finish (on the stove.. it takes a bit longer but is definitely the way to go!) before I drive to my friend’s house, maybe the most knowledgeable Englishman I know at the great sport that is American Football.
It is also nearly 11:30pm and the game has started and I don’t even know which teams are in the Superbowl tonight.
My cousins will be hating me. Brittney down in Somerset, my wonderful American friend who has kept more of her traditions than I have will gasp.. but it’s true.
I am a terrible expat!
I have not seen a Superbowl in more years than I can remember. (Is it 3 or 4 now?) I don’t remember the last one I stayed up and finished. Maybe my first year in Newcastle 6 years ago?
But I understand the game for the most part. I am ignoring all the British banter at how it is not a sport, or not “football” because you don’t use your feet. And when I am missing something, there is always Mark my honourary American (English) friend who we should just give him a passport for all of his study and effort. Kinda like those people who get honourary university degrees.
I salsa dance and after a couple hours of high paced spinning and the clamor of the clave, it takes me a bit to unwind after I get home. I called my dad last night to help the process along before bed.
It’s the one nice thing about having parents in a time zone five hours behind. It’s not a bad time to call them in the middle of your night!
My mom had decided she missed her siblings and had gotten a rather last minute flight two days earlier for a week down south to visit them all so I knew my dad would be on his own.
The phone call was just so precious to me.
I am not quite sure why. Well I have a few ideas. But never mind. What was my dad doing at 8pm on a Friday night by himself? There was a fire in the wood burning stove, he had made himself dinner, had taken the dogs out and was settling down to read the book of Ezekiel in the Bible (a rather long Old Testament prophetic book) because he had “heard a great sermon by John MacArthur on it recently.”
I just needed to hear that I think. It made me smile. I went back to my restless sleep. But there was something good in the world to smile about last night. 🙂