It's really all in the timing

I have arrived, safe and sound, and am being will cared for by the church here. Still trying to get used to the language, timings and customs of Brazil, but I am a lot less tired than I thought I might be (the month working in France might have helped greatly with that). I have yet to move into my own place, and am hoping that this will happen later this week, but until then I get to spend time with Pastor Tomas and Carol and their little one, Samuel. I have to say that it is a great blessing that there are little ones here as well, as I already miss the little ones at Hebron. They cannot be replaced, of course, but it’s nice to have someone to sing all the mainly music songs with here too!
   Many reading this blog will already have heard how Igreja Rio (River Church - RIO is also an acronym for Relevant, Integrated and Organic) was founded out of a missionary group called Voz Na Rua (The Voice on the Street), but for the benefit of those who haven't heard, I will recount it qu…

Preparation for the Big Return!

I am sat at Heathrow Airport getting my blog set up for my Tuesday updates! Please do come back on Tuesday's and catch up with the news from Recife.

I am very privileged to have such a loving and caring church family, and I was back in Aberdeen for 4 days and did not manage to see everyone I would have liked too, but all of your kind messages and prayers have left me a little teary, although this could have also been the 5am wake up time this morning. I am grateful for all of your support, and hope that you all remember me with photos and little messages from time to time.

AS a quick update for those who are wondering, Tomas has found me a little place to stay which is walking distance from the church, in a flat with two other girls above an American couple. This area is safe and it's nice to know that there are others around for company and safety.

My flight is being called!
God Bless you all.

Psalm 20:4-5

Mayhergrantyouyourheart'sdesire andfulfillallyourplans! 5 Mayweshout…

s we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer. -Robert Quillen

So, time plays tricks on all of us.
Recife, two years later, I left it, much the same as I found it. Perhaps it was me that was more affected by time and space in the North East of Brazil. So many miraculous things have happened, that they might have to come out in anecdotal form little by little, as it should have earlier.

I have arrived in Europe, and am facing the challenge of reverse culture shock, of settling back into a community (communities) that I was missing from for a good amount of time, and thought that perhaps I could continue with the blogging, and in fact be better at it on a continent when there is roaming WiFi in most places, and a cup of coffee comes with free internet.

I haven't been hit hard yet with anything in particular. I find it a little funny that I can't get away with making up facts and statistics because everyone has an iphone or the android equivalent, or perhaps the hybrid of the two, and a whole world of facts and figures are available. So far…

A four letter word shouldn't be so hard to explain.

A friend of mine, a very good friend, one from before I became Christian, or a capoeirista, a grass-roots kind of friend, came to my church one Sunday a good while ago. She listened to the sermon, probably more carefully than half the congregation, or even I did, and afterwards I asked her what she thought of it. She replied to me, politically correctly, and with sensitivity to my feelings, that it had been interesting, but that she preferred the sermons at her mums home church. Why? Because they were always about love and happiness, and our sermon this week, although not directly dealing with hell, had been very fire and brimstones anyway. Hmm, this was almost three years ago, and I still remember that Sunday. Funny.

Today isn't about teaching preachers how or what to teach, heaven knows I haven't a clue, and if anyone, I recognise the importance of balanced teaching. No, today is about sharing some love and happiness - because really that is a basis of my faith, whether in …

"I've been up for days, trying to find a way to write this confession down..."

What gets me every time, is that just when you are ready to celebrate someone's happiness, someone else's injustice enters. A daily combat against hunger, ill health, against loneliness, hopelessness, poverty, inequality, and you get over the hurdle, you witness an obstacle removed, you begin to rejoice for all that is good in this world, you turn around, and notice that the distortion has taken a-hold of someone new.

Wonderful things have happened, miracles, people healed, families fed, houses rebuilt by the community. Some of our kids graduating school and moving on to study at university. We are proud to see accomplishment, proud to see healthy and happy children playing, communicating and relating better then they were a year ago. I stopped for two days and saw all the good that was happening in Tejipio despite the material difficulties, and was filled with joy.The community is rebuilding itself after the floods, families are moving back in to their houses, the schools have…

Another address to the Nobility ENG/Port.

Embaixo tambem uma tentativa de tradição em portugues!

Another address to the Nobility

It all starts in a silence in the distance,
All that moves is the inner reason
He feels trapped, deceived, without true existence,
Enslaved only to mechanism.
Seduced and captured by the institution,
Indebted to constant debtors
Slavery a cage with no absolution,
Visible to a world which is weary.

The cry starts as a strangled roar of thunder,
That seems to re-split the curtain.
Remembering the liberation wonder,
That was already freely given.
The fight begins for enlightenment new,
For an original covenant.
One that it craves and is long overdue
Saturated by equality.

The revolutionary buries the living with the pain
The thread of remorse strains not breaking.
No treatment or condition that is too humane
Is without mercy to be given
Until the purpose, and comfort are gained
The wisdom shows the error of ways
But already the institution is restrained
And no one knows if there is lasting grace.

And silence once more has begun…

While waiting for a Moses to lead us into the promised land, we have forgotten how to walk.

So, I have had a couple of months of writers block, and then remembered that I am not a writer, so that´s not a good enough excuse. I thought then, that maybe it was because I didn´t have anything insightful to write about, and then realised that I was probably giving my previous blogs a little too much credit, and insight is really rather relative anyway. Then I thought that maybe I was a little too busy to write a blog, and although I would agree that that was the case, I think that also, I am a little lazy. So, that was my thought process, almost every day for the last couple of months. But here we are today, I had a cup of coffee, class was cancelled, and I have no credit on my phone to organize anything else, a free evening, courtesey of the weather!

And now, to think of something relatively insightful to write... Hmmm.. Well, as Judith and Adrian are off on sending country assingment, I am currently living in their flat, looking after the family (almost lost Felix one day, which …